SOME LINKS ARE BROKEN! I have removed a lot of my reblogs/posts just to make it easier for people to simply scroll down my page to find my works. idk what tumblr got going on but i’ll resolve the issue eventually (if they don’t BREAK again.)
a/n: got this idea from listening to “do i wanna know” by artic monkeys.. ao’nung was the first to inspire me don’t ask why just read 🌚. this will have maybe 4 parts
pairings: aged!up!ao’nung x na’vi!fem!reader
warnings: male masturbation, inexperienced reader, kissing, biting, grinding, very horny and feral ao’nung
It started off small, a fleeting attraction to the Metkayina prince. The way he grew into himself, the soft looks he’d give you without even acknowledging you verbally. You were very close with Tsireya, before even realizing your attraction to her brother.
She wasn’t stupid though, her eyes followed yours everytime he walked by. Even Ao’nungs. Watching his gaze flick to you every so often, the way his tail flicks in annoyance when you look away.
Each afternoon, when Ao’nung would come back from a hunt, he’d seek out your Marui, leaving a basket just for you to have. Every night, you’d find it, let your thoughts race with who could’ve left it for you, and take it inside.
You weren’t aware Ao’nung truly thought of you romantically, at least. He was courting women, albeit a new one every other week, but Tsireya likes to call him ‘picky.’ Maybe they just weren’t good enough to rule over the people with him.
“I believe he has good intentions, some younger women in the clan only wish to be protected by the status of being the Olo’eyktan’s wife. My brother can be a skxawng, but he is not heartless.” Tsireya said, fingers working diligently to weave a soft pink shell into her new loincloth.
You nodded, humming in agreement. “Perhaps I should step into the mating scene. I’m not getting any younger.” You held up the chest piece you were working on for yourself, making sure the iridescent shell shards fell how they were supposed to.
“Nonsense! You have time!” Tsireya argued, her teal eyes narrowing in your direction.
“You only say that because you have Lo’ak. You have met your fated one. I’m 22, I should be putting myself out there.” Your ears flicked back at the sound of shells clicking behind you, your head whipping to look at who it was.
Your cheeks turned a faint purple, ears pointed back up at the sight of Ao’nung. He was practically all muscle, arm bands on each bicep, his curly hair let down for the day with shells braided into it. His tattoo adorned on the side of his back now, littered up to his arm.
“If you plan on being courted, be careful. Some of the men talk only of one thing.” Ao’nung said flatly, as if he was forced to talk to you.
He crouched between you and his sister, his frame leaning more to your side as he placed down a loincloth that was torn on the side.
“Can you fix this for me? Only realized it got nipped once i was out of the water, had to hold it up the whole way back home.” Ao’nung stifled a laugh, watching sister grimace.
Picturing Ao’nung practically indecent made you flush and furrow your brows, shaking your head clear of the thought. Tsireya began teasing him, scowling at the fact he had to imply such a thing. He didn’t hear a single thing.
He was too busy watching the way your fingers worked, the chest piece you wore that hid almost nothing from the imagination. The delicate striped pattern on your legs. Ao’nungs eyes raked over you quickly for the last time before he got up. He was still stuck on the fact you wanted to begin accepting courters. What an unnecessary idea, he’s been waiting for you long enough. Now other warriors have the opportunity?
“Yeah, whatever. Just let me know when you fix it.” Ao’nung said, rising to his full height, making sure his arm brushed against yours a second too long.
Tsireya, being the sweet younger sister she was, bit her tongue for a sassy response.
Later that night, you asked along the shore, your footprints melting into the wet sand, the feeling grounding you to the quietness of eclipse. You’d usually take this path, down the shore, past the great rocks, to the right, and there was your home. It was a quieter route to go than through the clans common areas. Your hair was still damp from your swim earlier, the ends tickling your lower back each time you moved your head to look out to the tide.
You were approaching the cluster of great rocks, seeing two figures just ahead of you, only visible from your standing point. You covered your mouth shamefully, worried you may have caught something intimate as your eyes flicked away to the water again. You kept walking, only slower.
She was a fickle, snobby little thing. Ao’nung wasn’t even sure why he picked her for the week. In all honesty, her body had drawn him in. His back was against the rocks, hips grinding against hers in a desperate need for touch, for some kind of release. Her fingers tangled in his curls, lips chasing his frantically, far from alluring or romantic, if anything Ao’nung mentally rolled his eyes at the display. It hadn’t felt right, this isn’t something you would do.
Why was he thinking of you? Why wouldn’t he be, you had put him in a rut earlier, your figure flashing in his mind at the most inconvenient times. The longer he tried to avoid you and push the possessiveness he felt over you, the worse it got. He thought if he kept courting, kept other women around he’d forget about your soft smile, your unique, contagious laughter, your perfect body, the face you make when you get caught looking at him.
He had lost it. Ao’nung moved his hands from the girls waist, to her hips, pushing her away gently. His cock went soft, unimpressed with this weeks replacement for you, muttering a half hearted apology to her.
“Not tonight, I’m leading a hunt early morning.” Ao’nung said softly, his ears flicking to his right, someone was near by.
He, out of respect, pressed the girl out of sight beside him, letting her run off to the side. Her disappointment would be a problem for another day, after he deals with whoever it was that—
The second your face came into view from the moonlight, his heart picked up.
“Oh, Ao’nung. I’m sorry! I thought you were with someone, I didn’t want to intrude.” You said, a sheepish smile growing across your soft features, ducking your head respectfully to your future Olo’eyktan.
He didn’t hear a damn word you said, his eyes watching your chest rise and fall with each shaky breath, the water droplet from your swim rolling down your stomach, down to the band of your loincloth.
You took his silence negatively, he didn’t like you either way. You were probably disrupting him anyways. Tipping your head down again, you went to step past him, only for his arm to reach out and stop you.
Your ears flattened, eyes focused on his bicep before trailing to his face. He looked pained, on edge. Like he was being tortured from the inside.
In a way he was, his hard on was ruining him, straining against his loincloth, begging for freedom. Ao’nung pulled you to stand in front of him, his hands shaking as he tried to decipher what he was doing. He couldn’t possibly let you know about his silent obsession with you, you probably saw who he was, as a womanizer.
“Ao’nung, are you alright? You look hurt.” You muttered, eyes raking over his body, watching his muscles flex like he was holding back from pouncing. He still hasn’t said word since you came by.
His resolve failed, hands flying to your waist and pressing you against the large rocks. Your hands rested on his forearms, eyes wide with shock. “Just stay quiet for me, I need your help.” Ao’nung said softly, lips settling by your ear, his chest pressed against yours.
Everything about it was hushed, like soemthing forbidden. You nodded, readjusting your hold on him shamelessly, he wanted your help, spoke to you like you existed for the night. You were intending to soak in it for as long as it lasted.
Ao’nung planted a kiss under your ear, trailing ones of smiles softened lower and lower, until he reached your collarbone. His hands caressed your sides, running to your hips, up your stomach and to your breasts. He was gentle, working under your chest piece to knead at your breasts, his knee resting between your legs.
You gasped, back arching off the rocks, closer to his touch. “Ao’nung—“ Your words faltered, you couldn’t even bother stopping him, the unknown pleasure raking through your body. It was your first intimate experience, unbeknownst to him.
His lips were feverish on your neck, leaving slipping kisses, bites, love marks. Somewhere between the touches, his right hand trailed to his loin cloth, other hand still occupied with your chest. His fingers raking over your nipple, watching how your body reactions to the lightest of touches. It drew him mad, how responsive you were, submissive to his touch without needing a further explanation.
Ao’nung palmed himself beneath the fabric, his length could’ve ripped it open by now. He pulled his loincloth to the side, letting his cock hang heavy and free, giving himself a soft tug.
He hissed against yours neck, pulling back to look at you, chest heaving, legs shaking from nervousness and eyes gazing up at him like he was everything you needed. And he was.
Ao’nung pressed his lips to yours, devouring you fully, his left hand resting on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His right hand kept rhythm, pleasuring himself in the space between your bodies, fueled by the way your lips were soft, hesitant, asking him to lead.
Warmth coiled in your stomach, your hips twitching from the sensation, like the closeness, the kiss wasn’t enough, you needed something hotter, something more filling. Ao’nungs kiss grew harder, just as he did. Your newfound craving, confidence convinced to hook your leg around his waist, pulling him against you while you were pressed onto the rock. His cock twitched, his movements continuing between your legs while he pulled back from the kiss, looking down at your legs.
The sight almost killed him. Your loincloth twisted to the side, exposing your cunt to the night air. His ears flattened, reaching his climax just as indecent images of him fucking you, rutting into you until you couldn’t speak a single sentence flickered through his imagination.
Hissing, he rested his head against your shoulder, his hand that was precious on your breast, now rested on the thigh wrapped around his waist. His teal eyes never left the sight you left exposed for him between your thighs. Ao’nungs kiss grew straightened, practically still drooling from seeing your cunt. He knew better though, allegedly. He couldn’t cross that line, or maybe, he could. Not that it would change anything. Something about the rush felt good, the forbidden route, the way you’re so shyly pliable for him now. Would that change if he tried to truly make you his?
Your eyes caught sight of his length, face flushing purple at how massive he was, something that would surely break a woman if it were to be used during mating. It was your first time seeing something so intimate so clearly. You instinctively closed your eyes, head turning to the side to avoid it, and the Metkayina princes’ gaze.
He looked at you curiously, eyes narrowing at your reaction, your timidness now. It’s not like you hadn’t ever seen a cock before, right? Ao’nung almost chuckled to himself before the realization kicked in. You were quiet, a shy nature, only just now speaking of accepting suitors. Each puzzle piece set in, you had never done this. You were a virgin, an inexperienced, hardly educated virgin, who only knew of the sacredness of mating.
His tail stood to attention, eyes watching you readjust your top and loin cloth. You felt exposed under his gaze now, eyes never meeting his, and instead looking to the side. Ao’nung ducked his head, catching your jaw in his hand.
“You have never done this before?” Ao’nung questioned, leaning in closer as your eyes met his. You shook your head.
“I haven’t, I was unsure of why I felt, hot.” You admitted, hoping maybe he had the answers for it, why your body felt like it was tight, and on fire under his persistent kisses and touches.
He took a deep breath, letting go of your jaw and readjusting his loincloth, concealing his length. Ao’nung raked a hand through his hair, his arms flexing as he dropped them to his sides.
“You liked it, that’s what that means.” Ao’nung said, hands moving to brush the hair from your face that was coated with sweat.
“It wasn’t enough.” You said.
His cock stood to attention again, like it knew the comment was for it. Ao’nung looked at you, eyes serious as he considered his options.
“It felt— Like it was enough, I mean. Like something more could happen.” You said quickly, brushing your hair back, and over one shoulder.
It felt like the air got hotter, more congested. Ao’nung weighed it out, he couldn’t let someone else put their hands on you. Ruin something so sacred the you kept intact. That you allowed for you him to take away unknowingly. If you had to be mated to someone, it would be him.
“It can go further than what we did.” He said, voice lacing each word with persuasion. “Something far more intimate than I think you’re ready for.”
Your eyes widened, hand going for his. “You can help me!”
He shook his head, “Tsk, it’ll take a long while.” Ao’nung tilted his head, a smirk plastering on his face from your disappointment.
“I’m teasing you, ma yawne.” His eyes softened at your form, his hand resting on your cheek.
“I will visit you tomorrow night, we can talk more then.” He whispered, a kiss pressed to your temple.
You nodded, it was far too late anyhow. You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago. “I will look forward to it, Ao’nung.”
The dynamic between you turned feral within a days time. Years of knowing each other, keeping a distance, watered down to a moment of weakness from the Reef prince who couldn’t wait to get his hands on what he really wanted. Between the two of you, it was hard to say which was more oblivious. You were convinced his intentions were to keep you as a ‘intimate outlet’, given his sudden interest in you. Ao’nung was convinced you merely wanted to be introduced to the world of lust, and part of him scolded himself for allowing himself to taint you. The night was made for something neither of you could speak of in the morning casually, something so trivial, so heated, exchanged between the future Olo’eyktan, and his sisters best friend.
You both decided to stay oblivious to each other, not wanting to know the harsh truths neither would be facing in reality.
a/n: ok guys, it’s gonna be getting juicer after this chapter.. and i mean like J U I C Y. it’s been slow burned enough i can’t do it no more. ||
It was hard for you to focus, you sat down beside Kiri and Tuk. The youngest crawling closer to your side as you wrapped an arm around her.
“What is it? Is everything alright?” You asked, scared to speak any louder.
“More or less. You’ve been apart of this family, in a sense. A long while. You’re more than just a guilt driven responsibility, kid.” Jake paused, glancing to Neytiri as he licked his lips in concentration.
“We have decided to leave. The forest. To seek uturu with Metkayina. If they’ll have us.” Jake watched your expression contort.
You shut your eyes, lips quivering. Tuk held onto you tighter, and Kiri rest a hand on your knee. Jake came closer, his hand going to your cheek.
“Hey, hey. Stay with me.” Jake gave you a reassuring look, but nothing was okay with the situation. Your fear of being left alone only grew, yet you were terrified of leaving your home too.
“You can come with us, only if you’d want to. I know, putting you in a difficult position is a dick move— but,” Neteyam spoke from Lo’ak’s side.
“Shes coming.” He said, like it was a question meant for him. His toned arms were crossed over his broad chest, posture relaxed against the desk his father had.
Lo’ak gave a knowing look your way, as if you weren’t getting out of it. You quipped up, “You cannot speak for me! The forest is my home, this isn’t an easy choice to make.”
Neteyam raised his (nonexistent) brows, pushing himself off the desk. He didn’t want to make a scene, not in front of his family, but he surely wasn’t going to let you make the wrong choice.
“You’re going, I’m not leaving you here, you could be killed. A hostage, a leverage.” He hissed out, wishing you weren’t being so difficult.
You stood up, shaking your head as a tear fell down your cheek. Tuk tried to hold onto your hand, and Kiris brows furrowed. “You—“ Your lips quivered before you walked out.
The air felt too thick, between his kiss earlier, the new Jake had given you, the way Neteyam spoke of you like you couldn’t have a mind of your own suffocated you. Jake sighed, looking up to his oldest son, who already read his mind.
“I will fix this.” Neteyam said confidently, the seed had already planted itself earlier than you could remember.
He walked outside, reaching for your shoulder to turn you around. Eclipse had already fallen, darkness enveloped the camp aside from a few distant fires. “Mawey, yawne.”
His chest tightened seeing your teary eyes. “You must come with us. You matter too much, I couldn’t live without knowing you’re safe.” Neteyams hands rested on both of your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your tears.
You hiccuped, “Teyam, our home. You wouldn’t agree to this, how did you?” Your hands found his wrists, melting into his touch.
Neteyam brought you in closer, bending down to meet your eyes that avoided his gaze. “Because I knew I’d take you with me if it’s the last thing I ever did, yawne. Please, come with me. We will be safe, we will keep the people safe.”
You wailed, ears tucking back as you embraced him. His touch was the only thing to bring you down to Pandora, to calm you. Neteyam smirked to himself, noting his success in your submission.
“You know I will only choose what is best for you, yes? You don’t need to make such trivial decisions on your own. Please, depend on me, like you always have.” Neteyams hands rested whispered, pulling you back to look at you.
You nodded, hands tracing his arms. “Yes, Nete. I-I will go.” Your chest shook from your previous tears.
Neteyam wiped your face, patting your cheek with a smile you always loved since you were young get before leading you back inside.
“She will come.” Neteyam said to his father, who was sorting through metal weapons, despite it being forbidden by Eywa.
Jake smiled, taking a stand. “Good, that’s good.”
“We leave tomorrow, I need you guys to pack the important stuff. Leave everything else here. We don’t need extra luggage.” Jake ran a hand down his face, you could tell he was planning at a million miles per hour.
He admired Neytiri trusting him to lead, but sometimes it got to him through stress. You could see it on his face.
Neteyam nodded, he was already sorted. As expected of him. “Yawne, I will help you pack tomorrow. Have you eaten?” He glanced over at his siblings who began to resume their nightly tasks, his mother taking Tuk’s braids out, Kiri sorting through her belongings solemnly while Lo’ak just sauntered around Jake.
“I haven’t, it has been an odd day.” You muttered, hoping over to the center area where a small fire was, with a type of meat layered over the fire. It was something Jake was cooking.
“Eat with us, we have prepared more than enough.” Neytiri said softly, her attention remaining on Tuk’s hair.
Neteyam squatted beside you, his hand on your shoulder and you sat on your shins. He took a piece of meat from the fire, not minding the burning sensation on his fingers while he tore the meat up for you, placing it on a piece of vegetation to cool.
He remained attentive by your side, brushing your hair over your shoulder as you ate, his rough hands felt comfortable. Something you grew accustomed to, of course. Neteyam was all you knew growing up, without him it would be like a massive hole in your memory.
It was strange to think that you two had went from infants, to awkward teens, to adults, side by side. You could remember his awkward phase like it was yesterday, only to look now and see a mighty warrior, a force to be reckoned with. The eldest son of Toruk Makto, the golden child. A legacy he was honored to uphold for his father. To continue a legacy of mighty Omatikaya warriors. One would need a mate to do that.
“You must eat well, the bodies of women harbor gifts from Eywa. I need you to be strong.” Neteyam said, his hand resting on your stomach.
They way it came from him so naturally, and he behaved so nonchalantly after his hand pulled away from your womb. Your cheeks flushed purple, eating the rest of what he offered you. Neteyam looked at you from the side, examining your face, the stripes that stopped just a little past your cheekbones, the bioluminescence growing brighter the darker it got inside when you’d move to the shadows.
“Will you rest with me tonight? I apologize for leaving so early this morning. This…came up.” Neteyam said, his hand resting on your knee.
“I’ve missed sleeping together like we were children, it is less lonely at night.” He explained, eyes not letting go of your gaze while waiting, more like anticipating a positive response from you.
You bit your lip, canine nearly piercing the delicate skin. “I do not mind, I’ve also missed the closeness. Getting older made us a bit more distant.” You said, rising to your feet just as he did.
Neteyam looked to his father, motioning a goodnight, and giving his mother a kiss on the cheek before leading you out. “Let’s go, we must be up early tomorrow. I won’t keep you up any longer.”
You followed him to his tent, your tail flicking around wildly as you observed. His hammock was tied tightly in the corner, a layer of furs and leathers beside it made for more comfortable sitting. The knife sheaths, neck, chest and arm pieces you’ve made for him through the years hanging off a pillar that acted as a supporting rim. You could see the satchel he had packed up for tomorrow sitting beside the pillar, and his weapons placed nicely beside it on the desk his father made. Not a bit of metal in sight. He truly was a mamas boy.
“The hammock is big enough for us two, or if you’d prefer the floor, then that is fine. Choose whichever one.” Neteyam said, sauntering off to the desk and undoing the chest piece his mother made for him, setting it down and folding it in half.
You nodded to yourself, wide eyes still flicking around your surroundings more carefully this time around. It’s not like you had never been inside his tent, you just never truly seen the care he put into where his belongings went. He was rather organized. You hopped into the hammock, regaining the balance as you shifted your weight more to the center, tail sticking out instinctively.
“Careful, song bird.” Neteyam said, hands resting on the delicate edges of his hammock.
He, as carefully as he could, lifted himself into the woven cocoon with you, his weight shifting it to one side. You cackled, covering your mouth with your hand.
“You know, maybe you should’ve gone in first.” You said, watching as he managed to finally lay beside you without flipping everything over
“Are you saying I’m fat?” He joked, “It isn’t my fault you practically weigh nothing, you couldn’t even hold it steady for me.”
Your mouth fell open, smacking his toned chest playfully. Neteyam narrowed his eyes at you, his arm forcing you down against his chest.
“See. I know how to take you feel better.” Neteyam said softly, “First you were crying, then you were angry, and now you’re giggling.”
“Well that is because you know me well, it means nothing! You of all people could guess anything about what would flip my mood.” You argued, of course if another man who hardly knew you could flip your emotions so easily, it would be something to gloat about.
“It means everything, I remember things about you, ma yawne. Over many years, and I have never forgotten.” His voice was like silk, almost in the same tone as before, when he had kissed you.
Neteyam kissed you. How could you forget? It felt too natural. “You..” You wanted to ask him again, what it all meant, why he did it so quickly. How unplanned it was, it wasn’t like him. At least from what you knew.
You decided against it, not tonight, not when emotions are so heightened already. “You are right, it has been many years, and you know me like the back of your hand.”
Neteyam smiled, resting his chin on the top of your head, letting you use his arm as a pillow while the other rested between your shoulder blades.
“I will always be there for you, song bird. Many things will be different tomorrow, but I will always treat you the same.”
U SHLD DO SMUT IN JAKES PRISON OUTFIT AFTER HE COMES BACK HOME AND READER DOESN’T WANT HIM TO TAKE IT OFF
your wish is my command 🫡.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, HEAVY smut, no plot, fingering, breeding, choking, mating press, dilf jake, mmm prison suit jake ||
It had been a struggle getting him out of the RDA’s grasp, and he immediately latched onto you once you both got home. He claimed he had to ‘repay you’ for your kindness.
“Yeah baby? You like this?” He chuckled, motioning briefly to his orange jumpsuit they practically forced him into. Jake’s large hands tore off your loincloth, pressing your legs to your chest.
“Mh!” Your voice was caught, taken aback by his fingers slipping inside your soaked cunt, the stretch never ceasing to amaze you. Legs twitching, your hips grinded against his hand, chasing the stimulation against your clit.
“Eager tonight? You want this dick bad, don’t you pretty girl.” Jake teased, his dreads ticking your chest as he leaned over you, fingers working an upward motion against your most sensitive spot.
His dick was pressed against the jumpsuit, the print straining against the fabric unmistakably. “Please, please just fuck me. N-need you so bad.” You cried, your hands gripping onto his forearm that was holding his body up while the other one worked his fingers in and out of you.
Jake sighed shakily, slipping his fingers out before he kneeled in front of your exposed cunt. He took his fingers, soaked with your juices to his mouth. Sucking them clean he used his greek hand to unzip the lower half of his jumpsuit, pulling his cock out. He was large, girthy, and rock hard. You could’ve sworn you were drooling at the sight, wiggling your hips further down to him.
“Who knew all you needed to be out in heat was a prison suit, baby.” Jake muttered, lifting your hips to rest your ass on his lower thigh and he slipped into you slowly, asking you to adjust.
“Fuck!” You whimpered, fingers gripping onto his forearms that were pressing your thighs to your chest. He had you practically folded in half.
Jake clamped a hand over your mouth, pressing down to keep you still. “Can’t have you bein’ loud, baby. Keep quiet.” He forced the rest of his length in, feeling the clench of your cunt around him.
Groaning, he pulled out, or at least tried to from how tight you were. Slamming back in, he chose the merciless route, screw letting you adjust, he needed you cumming all over his cock.
Jake thrusted in hard and deep, setting an agonizing pace. He found amusement in watching your eyes roll back everytime he bottomed out. It fed his primal urge to ram into you, which is exactly what he did. You could feel every inch, every vein as he slammed into you, his thrusts fast and punishing. Your cries were muffled under his hand, his body pressing down onto you to keep you still. He had you in a mating press, a hand over your mouth and one around your throat, squeezing every now and then when you got a little too loud, or tried to wriggling out from under him.
“Take this dick, baby. Doing so good f’me pretty girl.” Jake groaned, rutting into you without a trace of slowing down. You clenched around him, swallowing his cock even further while a white rim formed at his base.
You whined, eyes meeting his. Everything about him edge you closer to your climax, his muscles, his dreads ticking your face each thrust, that damn prison suit looked so good on him. Jake could feel your breath staggering, back arching as he’d bottom out, staying buried deep inside of you for a moment before repeating. Watching you come slowly undone beneath him tipped him over the edge.
“That’s right baby, cum all over this dick, you got it baby.” He huffed out, giving a few more steady thrusts before burying inside of you, his top prodding at your cervix. Your throat went sore from the cry you let out, only for it to be muffle down a few notches as you came undone.
Your orgasm rocked your whole body, squirting all over his chest. Jake hissed, the sudden squeeze your cunt embraced him with causing him to climax, his seed filling you to the brim. You could feel the hot, thick seed filling your walls, overflowing onto the mat from how full you were.
He moved his hand away from your mouth, remaining inside of you. Jake gave you a soft kiss, forearms holding his weight from crushing you.
“There you go, pretty girl. Did so good. So good for me.” Jake sighed, breathless as he hesitantly pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of you.
You hiccuped, fingers playing with his dreads while your legs fell limp, “Orange looks good on you.”
When you woke up, the spot beside you was empty. Your eyes adjusted to the light beaming inside your Marui that was cracked open, the knot missing from the inside. Rubbing your eyes and pushing your hair back from your face due to how you slept, you jumped up to a squat. You looked around the tent, surely he wouldn’t have just left you? Maybe he went out to get you something to eat? Perhaps he had led a hunt?
You tried to convince yourself, feeding yourself hope and cultivating the giddy feeling growing in your stomach. When you were little of course you two would sleep together, out of innocence. Never at this age though, last night felt more intimate, far more comfortable. Shrugging off the beaded top from last night you changed into something different today, another beaded piece you had finished a few months ago. You kept your hair down from its braid, only adding a few littered around your head to keep ornaments and accessories on.
You opened the flap to your home, stepping out and shielding your eyes from the sun. There seemed to be more scrambling, more cargos being brought into the home base. Wrapping your arms around yourself you went down to Jake’s tent. This many humans on base was abnormal for a morning, so much cargo coming in was also a concern. Had something happened? There was still no sign of Neteyam, perhaps he was leading another war party? Or maybe he was with Jake.
As you made your way down to the Olo’eyktan, little humans dodged your path, looking up at you as an apology for nearly causing you to trip. Though you didn’t mind humans, they were the reason your parents were dead. The parents you had never even gotten the chance to meet. The only memory you barely had was snippets of your birth where Neytiri managed to connect your kuru to your mother, and you felt her last breath. Then there was nothing. While you understood the humans Jake brought around were kind, compared to the demon ships, you still refused to let your guard down.
You could already overhear yelling, from Jake’s tent and what seemed like Neytiri, pleading for a different option. Your ears perked up, trying to make out the words.
“The forest, this is all—“ From what seemed like Neytiri. Your tail tensed upwards, flicking around from annoyance of the extra noises from the clan keeping you from snooping properly.
“Now wouldn’t be a good time to go in there.” Kirk’s voice came from behind you, her hand already settling on your wrist to pull you away slightly.
“They are discussing the next steps. Neteyam is inside, if you were looking for him.” Kiri seemed on edge, unable to calm herself from something.
“Did something happen? What is going on? You are frightened.” You asked, your four fingers resting on her cheek. You were concerned for her, it wasn’t like Kiri to be scared without a cause.
“They had taken Tuk, me and Spider. Quaritch, the man that Neytiri had killed. He is, he has returned but he is in an Avatar. But not? He- he took Spider. We went to the old shack without thinking, they took him, they took him!” Kiri rambled, tears flowing down her cheeks and her breathing going irregular. She crept closer to you, hands crawling around your arms for stability before she hugged you.
Kiri was in tears, and you tried your best to comfort her, processing what happened. Spider was gone? Who was Quaritch? Was he not dead? You ran your fingers through her hair.
“Mawey, mawey. It is okay, is Tuk alright? What about Lo’ak?” You said, holding her back just enough to look at her face.
“T-tuk, she is alright. She’s with Moat, so is Lo’ak. Mom, Dad and Neteyam came for us. Now, I think they are fighting. I think Dad wants to leave.” Kiri said, overcoming her hiccups and sniffles.
Your ears flattened, leave? “Leave? The forest? Our home?” You shook your head. “Neteyam wouldn’t agree to that. He wouldn’t want to. Neytiri too.”
Kiri nodded, “Dad, he thinks it’s safer. To keep the people safe. For the family.” Kiri’s attention turns to Jake’s tent, seeing Neteyam coming out.
He was agitated, tail flicking around, lips pursed and ears flat. Neteyam caught eye of you, and a distraught Kiri. He jogged towards you two, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. He brought you both closer to him, letting Kiri wrap her arms around his waist.
“It is okay, Spider is strong, he will find his way back.” Neteyam sighed shakily, fingers gripping into your shoulder as he struggled to find the words for what’s next.
“Father wants to speak with us, later today. We must make arrangements.” Is all he said. Kiri pulled back, shaking her head angrily.
“No! Neteyam we cannot leave. The forest is our home, how could you agree to this? This isn’t right!” Kiri cried out, and you were lost for words, staring blankly at the floor.
“Mawey, it is for the people, Father will explain, when Lo’ak and Tuk return. Please, sister. It will be alright.” Neteyam tried to reassure, only for Kiri to yank her arm away and turn from you both.
She had left, heading in the direction of Moat’s hut. Your lip quivered. Even if they left the forest, surely they wouldn’t take you. You were old enough to be on your own, to protect yourself. Even that scared you, they were the only people you truly had. Surely they wouldn’t abandon you. Your thoughts ran wild until Neteyam brushed a braid over your shoulder.
“You will come speak to Jake too. We will take the next steps together.” He said solemnly, his golden eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty.
Before you could mutter a defeated response, Ray’na sauntered next to Neteyam, her tail trembling with agitation. “Ma Neteyam, you did not visit me today, have you forgotten about our courtship?” Your ears flattened, taking a cautious step away from Neteyam, only for him to subtly follow you, stepping in front so you couldn’t see the other female Na’vi.
“The village will spread rumors, you are courting me, yet you have another woman taking your time. Have you even worn the beads I have made for you?” Ray’na rambled on, asking him questions on his whereabouts, why he was with you, and not her.
You could tell his growing agitation, between having to possibly leave the forest, Spider being taken and now Ray’na, his tail was restless. “May we discuss this later, I have things I must take care of.” Neteyam said shortly, wanting to hurry you away from her.
“When are we to be mated?! We have waited long enough, I was chosen for the future Olo’eyktan, I have a duty to uphold.” Ray’na hissed, stepping closer to him.
His ears laid back, face contorting in anger. Yet he never raised his voice toward a woman. His eyes met with yours, seeing the confusion laced in your expression, and a hint of heartbreak. Neteyam could feel the tightness growing in your chest, like her words hurt to hear. He couldn’t allow that. He hated seeing you defeated, seeing you on the verge of tears. It broke him.
Neteyam rested a hand on your chest, right on your sternum before turning his head to the side. “We will not be mated.” He said firmly.
“What? Neteyam, you cannot—“ Neteyam raise d shad to silence her.
“I can, and I did. I do not wish to be mated with you.” Neteyam said, his focus back to you before he gently guided you to walk backwards towards his hut.
“N-no! You cannot, Neteyam. I was chosen, I have been learning. Have you mated with her? Answer me! Your father will—“ Ray’na was livid, her expression growing more and more shocked, like a threatened animal.
“You do not need to concern yourself over what my father will think. He will understand my decision far better than you. You may find yourself another warrior to mate. I am spoken for.” Neteyam muttered, pushing you into his tent to get you out of her sight, before he followed suit. Leaving Ray’na outside, confused, heartbroken, and more so, spiteful.
Your heart was racing, body shaken up. He had declined to be her mate. He didn’t even acknowledge the accusation she had made of them. “Neteyam, what are you doing? She was your—“
He flicked his head to you, pressing his lips against yours. You were bewildered, eyes wide with shock. Neteyam had kissed you. His arms wrapped around your waist, lips melting into yours while he pulled your chest to his. You rest your hands on his shoulders, hesitantly returning his kiss. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were afraid. Did he mean to do this? Were you not just some childhood friend he had to bare the responsibility of? His arm muscles flexed, pulling you in tighter for a short while before pulling away.
“Don’t worry yourself with questions, yawne.” He stated, as if such a task was easy to do. Your eyes lingered on his face, cheeks turning a soft purple before you glanced away. Neteyam noticed the hesitant and soured look on your face, he relished in it. Of course he didn’t mean to toy with you, but things between his family was getting heated. It was too soon to bomb rush you and have you mate with him.
“We must…meet your father.” You said softly, not wanting to look him in the eyes. Pushing yourself away and crossing your arms over your chest, you made your way out. Your heart was racing, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours. It hit you, that you waited nearly five years for this moment, just for it to be out of the blue. Unspoken of. Not clarified. For Neteyam, it was a way of control, keep you focused only on him. As it should be.
You avoided Ray’na gaze from across the camp, you could feel her eyes burning the back of your head as you stepped inside Jake and Neytiri tent. Neteyam followed behind you, eyes catching the way you tensed when he got closer to walk past you and to his brother.
“Hey, kid.” Jake said solemnly, and you could see Neytiri sitting down, folding small clothing pieces and placing them into a woven bag. She looked defeated.
I can’t find your works at your masterlist did you delete them
i did not, the links are just broken, and i hate tumblr ill have to re edit them in but that also means me having to scroll past a billion of my reposts or own works </3 to find the right ones
warnings: manipulative neteyam, slight infidelity?, drunk warrior man that we don’t like, i think that’s it, this is not proof read whoops
Kiri braided the last feather into your hair, the blue and purple blending together well with the rest of your garments. “You are all ready, ‘eylan. Come, we are already running a bit behind.”
Her hand rested on your shoulder, easing you up from your crouched position. Kiri was the closest thing you had to a sister, her connection to Eywa always fascinated you, the ability to feel such a strong bond with something could be a burden just as much as it is a blessing. Kiri always confided in you in time of need because of your understanding.
You left her home, observing a few younger Na’vi skipping off with their friends to the celebration, engaged in wild chatter. You and Kiri linked arms, hopping together past logs meant for sitting once the dancing and socialization got to be too much. You caught glimpse of Jake, who was with Neytiri and Tuk of course, both of them speaking to higher up warriors, congratulating them on their return and thanking them for participating.
Then you spotted Lo’ak, who was with Spider. You and Kiri naturally gravitated towards them. Kiri smiled bright, reaching her hand out once you two were close enough.
“Monkey boy! I see you’ve gained more stripes.” She said, releasing your arm to embrace him.
You stood beside Lo’ak, glancing around. You were looking for Neteyam, yet you couldn’t spot him anywhere. “Well, the more stripes the better, if I can’t be tall might as well have one thing.” Spider joked, returning her hug.
“Surprises you’re here without Neteyam. You guys are like, inseparable.” Spider said with a tilt of his head.
“Do you know where he is? He told me to find him once I arrived.” You asked curiously, still dipping your head around to try and spot the incredibly hard to miss warrior.
“He was with Rey’ka. She was hanging and dragging off his arm so hard I swear I could’ve seen him almost fall like five times.” Lo’ak said, paying special attention to what your expression contorted into, which was defeat.
He was with his potential mate. The one he never spoke to you about. You huffed understandingly, pursing your lips together as your face went straight. “Well, that is expected, I don’t wish to bother them then.” You turned your attention to Lo’ak, seeing as Spider and Kiri went back to speaking.
“May I accompany you for a little while? Until he has returned.” You asked, pointing over to the drinks that were distributed in hand carved, makeshift cups. “I want to try whatever that is.”
“Oh hell yeah. Apparently if you have like, three of those you’ll be out for the night. Personally I’ve been waiting to test that theory.” Lo’ak said, taking your wrist and dragging you across the forest.
He greeted the warrior before him, signing ‘I see you’, before stepping past him. “Take one, and that’s your only one. Can’t have Neteyam beating my ass tonight.” Lo’ak said tightly, but you knew he didn’t care that much. That what you liked about Lo’ak how laid back he was at any given moment.
You took the drink, taking a sip and immediately scrunched your face up. Your ears flicked back to the bitter taste. “I can see why three is far more than enough.” You licked your lips and hesitantly took another sip.
You knew you should’ve been drinking slower, but the thoughts running through your head only got louder. Where did he go with Rey’ka? What were they doing? Did they plan to mate sooner? That’s something he would tell you, right? Before you knew it, your cup was half way gone and Lo’ak pulled it back from you.
“Woah bro, slow it down. Three is enough for warriors. Two might be pushing it for someone your size.” He said, letting you come back from your thought induced trance.
You nodded your head silently, already feeling the buzz in your cheeks from the drink. Lo’ak allowed you to keep the drink, under the condition of drinking slowly. You stayed lingering by him, no longer bothering to search for Neteyam. You felt betrayed, but you knew you shouldn’t feel that way. You’ve known of Rey’ka from before, though it wasn’t from him, you still felt guilty for being upset. You sank into your thoughts again, taking a bitter sip as tears pricked at your waterline.
You pushed them back, blinking rapidly and turning to the side to avoid Lo’ak and his friends gaze in case they saw. Looking down, you saw a pair of legs in front of you. Neteyam? Quickly looking up at the man in front of you, it certainly wasn’t your Nete. It was another warrior, who seemed to already had enough drinks.
“A gorgeous girl like you shouldn’t be down at a time like this. You are unmated, yes? Is anyone courting you?” His voice was like silk, as he stepped even closer to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.
You tried to push your body a bit further away, but you didn’t want to be disrespectful to a warrior of high ranking like himself. “No, I’m not being courted— Are you alright?” You asked cautiously, noticing his wobbling form, the lack of concentration in his eyes from the drinks he had.
“You shouldn’t be alone. Come, sit with me, I’d like to get to know you.” He pulled you back into his chest.
A hand gripped his, the one resting on your shoulders. The warrior looked up, a scowl written on his face before he processed who was behind you. His eyes went wide and his ears flicked back. You turned back, expecting Lo’ak to be standing up for you. Until your eyes met with a broad muscled chest, and a neck piece you created. For Neteyam.
Neteyam ripped the other man’s hand off your shoulder, stepping between you. “Good thing she isn’t alone. You should head home, you’re making a fool of all the warriors who have returned.” His tail flicked behind him, wrapping around your thigh.
“S-sorry, sir. I didn’t see who she was. I apologize, please don’t—“ The man’s pleas were cut off by a shove.
“Leave. Now.” Neteyam hissed, towering over the man, looking down at him.
That was the final push for the man to scurry off, stumbling over roots and pushing past other concerned men. Neteyam huffed, turning around to face you. He glanced down at the cup in your hand, a sigh leaving his lips as he took it from you, drinking the las rod what was there.
“You shouldn’t be drinking, this is far too strong for you, yawne.” Neteyam said, setting the cup aside.
You ignored his scolding, wrapping your arms around his waist, forcing him into a hug. “Thank you, Neteyam.” Was all you could manage to spit out. Anything else would’ve brought you to tears. Wasn’t he with Rey’ka? Would he be upset you didn’t go find him?
He patted your head, his other hand resting on your lower back. “You did not come to me, how long have you been here?” Neteyam pulled you back, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leaned back against the tree.
He pressed you against his chest, his thighs trapping you while you face him. “I haven’t been here that long. Lo’ak told me you were with..Rey’ka. I did not want to interrupt you.” You hoped your mention of her name would bring a painful confession. Was it official? Where even was she if he was here?
His attitude shifted, both of his hands rubbing up and down your arms. Neteyam eyed your appearance, the feathers in your hair, the delicate beads laying over your breasts, and the necklace he had made for you. “We merely had things to discuss, don’t worry yourself. How much did you drink? Your body is hot.”
He made the comment quick, as usual. Neteyam wasn’t wrong though, the one drink and how fast you gulped it down made you tipsy. You rest your head on his chest, looking to the side at other Na’vi. They were bustling, dancing, exchanging weaved pieces. Until a pair of golden, calculating eyes caught yours. Rey’ka. She was looking right at you, her sister by her side. They exchanged whispered before her sister looked in your direction as well.
Their posture seemed on edge, agitated, and defensive. You pushed yourself off Neteyams chest, only getting so far before he tightened his hold on your waist. “Where are you going, yawne? Do you feel sick?” He sat up off the tree, tilting his head to try and meet your eyes before his hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Rey’ka, she is looking. This is inappropriate, your mate—“ Neteyam cut you off, pressing closer before ducking his head to whisper in your ear.
“Then let her look, it is alright.” Both of his hands traveled to your hip bones, pulling you closer. Your pelvis pressed against his groin, and your hands on his chest.
“Neteyam, she will be beyond upset.” You tried to reason, even though your heart had been aching for his touch. He didn’t seem to listen, glancing her way once just to see the angry look written all over her. She was angrily speaking to her sister, tail swatting away while throwing hand motions in your direction.
“Come, let me take you to bed.” Neteyam said, a satisfied grin plastered all over his face. The beads in his hair clinked together when he stood at his full height, arm never leaving your waist and he led you back to your Marui.
You still felt dazed from the drink, and embarrassed from Rey’ka’s hard gaze. He wasn’t concerned with her? You were practically gripped onto each other in an intimate position, in front of his mate, and he said to let her look? You couldn’t wrap your head around his thinking. Your chest felt tight, wanting to find an explanation yourself as to why, only to find yourself tripping over a stump.
Neteyam yanked you just in time, not even giving you a second to apologize before scooping you into his arms. “Seems I cannot even trust you to walk.” He knew you weren’t that drunk. He knew you were thinking of Rey’ka. Why he did what he did.
Neteyam knew though, this was enough to bring you back to now, to feel you against him. To have you submit to him, and let him take care of you. As he always did. “I was just thinking, I’m sorry. I don’t understand why—“ Neteyam bounced you up once, making you wrap your arms around his neck.
“I said, don’t worry yourself. All will become clear in due time, song bird.” He said softly, kicking the flaps open to your Marui. Stepping in, he squatted down, letting your legs rest over his thigh, with his arm supporting your back.
You planted both feet on the floor, crawling out of his lap and onto the furs laid across your floor. Neteyam hopped closer, beginning to undo the braids holding your feathers in place. “I do not wish to keep secrets, but some things are hard to confess now. I will tell you when you are ready to know.” He said, placing the first feather on your desk.
“I am ready now! You can tell me anything, Nete.” You sighed, agitation showing in the way your ears pricked up and your tail slapped against the floor. He had always treated you like a piece of glass. You could handle yourself, you knew you could. Did he not trust you? What was so hard to confess?
Neteyam pressed his lips together, gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look at him. You could see him clearly now in the soft light illuminating your room. His handsome face. the striped littering his cheeks and the way his eyes always seemed so soft when looking at you. His long braided hair, adorned with beads you collected for him. He always asked you to braid his hair, and he would do the same for you. Now, his look was more serious than you’ve ever been permitted to see.
“You are ready when I say you are. Do you hear me?” His brows furrowed, golden eyes searching yours. Neteyam hoped not to make you fear him, but to understand. He was surprised you bit back, that wasn’t like you. Not his song bird.
You nodded, “Yes, ‘Teyam. I just don’t want you to leave me in the dark. It’s all you’ve been doing recently.” You admitted. It was true, especially something so serious like his future mate, his status as the future Olo’eyktan. It’s like he knew something you didn’t.
Neteyam brought your forehead to his, your flat noses touching. A heat spread across your cheeks, realizing your lips were inches from his. “You will always have me, yawntu. I will not leave you behind. You’re too dear to me, too important to let go of.” He whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks. It seemed like he said more than he should have.
He pulled back, brushing your hair back behind your shoulders from when he had unbraided it. Your eyes glossed over, sleep taking over your bones. He could see it, the way your body swayed at his touch, how you slowly tried to lower yourself on the layers of fur and leather on your floor. Neteyam helped you down, letting sprawl out. He stood up, taking his knife out of its holster and placing it next to his bow on the desk. He tied the flaps together, double checking they were on tight enough before sauntering back to your barely awake form on the floor.
He sank down next to you, pulling some of the covers over your lower half before lifting your head. He slipped his arm underneath, for you to use as a pillow. “Thank you, Nete. For taking me home.” Neteyam smiled, keeping a respective distance from you while still being able to feel the heat radiating from your body. “For not leaving.” You added.
That’s when he broke, and shifted closer, guiding your head to his chest. “Of course, yawne. If anything you’ll have trouble getting rid of me.” He wasn’t exaggerating, and that brought a chuckle from you.
He lazily traced shapes on your arm, listening to how your heartbeat steadied, you were asleep.
“You can try as much as you’d like, but you’re not going anywhere.” Neteyam muttered, closing his eyes. He wasn’t lying about that either.
warnings: themes of manipulation/possesivness, neteyam wanting reader to himself, reader is strong but a softie for neteyam, reader has codependency duh, mutual love…just different ways of expression,, slight nsfw cus neteyam is a perv lol ||
You started your mornings fresh, sitting yourself up on your hammock inside your marui, your partially completed garments scattered along your work area but never forgotten. You stood, peeking through the knot Neteyam showed you how to tie just as a “safety” precaution that held the flaps of your marui together. The base was bustling with Na’vi, some working, some playing, women desperately waiting for their mates to return from the strenuous week long war party Neteyam and Jake led. You were estatic to see them again, especially Neteyam.
“Yo, I brought you some fruit. Neteyam would kill me if I missed out on the day he comes back, don’t tell him I was late today.” Lo’ak popped into your view, scaring you half to death.
“Bro! Where’d you even come from?! Don’t scare me like that.” You hissed, baring your fangs and you began to undo the knot.
“Why do you even tie that? It’s safe from the sky people, they don’t know about the base here since we relocated.” Lo’ak said, helping you undo it before pushing the wooden bowl of assorted fruits into your hands.
“Nete showed me, he said it was just to keep me extra safe. Thank you for the fruit, I had just wakened so you don’t need to worry about being late.” You said, popping a berry into your mouth before welcoming him inside.
He shook his head, “I have to go help mother with preparation for tonight’s celebration. She’s been uptight since Neteyam and dad have been gone. Can’t miss out. You gonna be there tonight?” He asked, tail swishing with anticipation.
Lo’ak still stayed rebellious, but a bit more confident since his teenage years. His braids tied up in a low man bun with two pieces hanging down to frame his face. It was weird to think of his scrawny self years ago. Even crazier to imagine he was actually excited to help Neytiri with preparations. At least it gets Jake off his back.
“I will, I’ve completed a few pieces of flying gear for Jake’s team. The older gear has worn down anyways. I must tell Neteyam I’ll be attending too.” You said, picking at the fleshy parts of the fruit and devouring it, leaving the skins off to the side.
You licked your fingers, tossing some flying goggles towards Lo’ak and trusting him to catch it with ease, which he did. “Yours. Don’t lose these too!” You scowled, only to be met with him grinning before turning away on his heel.
“No promises!” He yelled out before skipping away.
“Skxawng.” You muttered, placing the empty bowl on the table Jake crafted for you. You stretched your arms, deciding it was time for your rinse.
Gathering your flying gear and a beaded chest piece with feathers and a matching loincloth to change into, you left your Marui. Walking through the base, you smiled and waved at the children playing and passing by you, your few friends who were gathered around a fire, adding their final accessories to their clothing pieces for tonight’s celebration. A lot of unmated Na’vi women used large celebrations to venture for a mate, using the social setting to introduce themselves without awkwardness or fear of being outwardly rejected as a lot of the warriors would drink as a reward.
Reaching to a deep part of the forest you knew well, you found your fresh spring. Warm water running through a miniature waterfall, and a small pond to bathe yourself in. You sighed, always looking forward to your alone time of silence in the spring. Slipping off your chest piece, you laid it down on the moss, followed by your loincloth and arm cuffs. You stepped into the pond, letting the water run through your hair from the waterfall, covering water in your pals to wash your face. The warmth gave you a sense of comfort, a tranquility you were denied the last few years due to the war.
Meanwhile, the war party had returned finally, a bit behind schedule. Jake landed first, jumping off his Ikran and catching Neytiri in his arms. Neteyam followed shortly after, his brother embracing him with a hard pat to the back. Tuk, following right behind after greeting her father.
“Teyam!” She cried out, relief washing over her as he picked her up. Tuk wiped her eyes, happy tears pooling after finally seeing her family after so long.
Neteyam smiled, turning his head to Lo’ak before his look turned serious. “She has been fed? Where is she?” He said, eyes scanning the base before looking back to his younger brother.
“Yea, bro. She already ate, but I don’t know where she wandered to.” Lo’ak said, grabbing Tuk’s hand once Neteyam put her down.
“I told you to keep an eye on her.” Neteyam scowled, but her let it go. He knew you knew better.
Walking to your Marui and opening it fully, he scanned. He saw the empty bowl, your weaving materials, but no you. That would only leave one other place. The hot springs. He huffed, setting his bow down on your desk before following the same path you took, the one he taught you. Deeper into the forest, his ears pricked up at the nearing sound of splashing water. You were close, he caught your scent. Sweet and soft.
He felt no shame, watching you bare, water droplets falling down your curves, over your chest and down to your most sacred area. If anything, he felt entitled to it. He sauntered closer, shaking his head as you didn’t even bother to pay attention to your surroundings. Your back remained turned to him, oblivious to the predator watching its prey.
“I thought you had far better sense, yawne.” He said, loud enough to spook you.
You jumped, turning your body to him before covering yourself and dipping down fully into the pond to shield him for your bare body. Your ears slicked back, eyes wide with embarrassment.
“Nete! You’re back-you scared me! How long have you been there?!” You blurted, your fingers gripping the edge of the pond, leaving soft imprints of your four fingers in the moss.
“Mawey, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Though it is more endearing seeing it from you.” He said, crouching down near the edge to run his hand through your wet hair.
Neteyam scanned the clothing you brought to change into, noticing the loincloth had far less fabric, and far more intricate beading. That wasn’t enough coverage for him. His eyes turned to you, softening as he noticed your soft purrs at his touch. He let his hand trail down to your cheek before fluttering off at your shoulders.
“You are wearing this to the celebration today? There is not much fabric. Eyes of drunken warriors will be all over you.” He sighed, taking your arm to pull your upper half from the spring.
Your ears perked to attention, not expecting his guidance out of the water. Using your arm, you covered your breasts, clenching your legs together to hide yourself as he brought you fully out. “I- Well it was something I made weeks ago. It has similar beads to our song cords, an homage. Is that alright, Ma Teyam?” You tried not to bring much attention to your bareness, other wise he would truly notice what he had done. Of course you didn’t clock that he did it on purpose, to see you exposed and vulnerable in front of him.
He seemed pleased with your response, either way he’d have you by his side as usual, so he couldn’t scold you too much. “I suppose it is alright, what is not, is that you didn’t greet me with your hug. It’s all I’ve been thinking of since I left.” Neteyam said, bringing you in by the shoulders and pressing you to him, his nose burying into the side of your neck.
He knew exactly what he was doing. Neteyam just wanted to feel you against him, your skin touching his and your heartbeats synchronizing. You melted into the hug, you missed his presence. You stayed with him for a few breaths, before realizing your current situation. You reached for your chest piece and loincloth, wanting to cover yourself. Neteyam caught on, handing them to you, his eyes quickly scanning your body that you were no longer shielding as you dressed yourself. As soon as you slipped the chest piece over your head you tried your back to him from how you two were sitting.
“May you please turn, I must dress myself.” You asked shyly, placing your hand down to your waist to cover yourself.
He cracked a smile before obliging. “Have you missed me? Has Lo’ak taken good care of you since my departure? I told that skxawng to make sure that you eat. You know how he is though.” He asked, before turning around back to you once her heart the clicks of the beads coming to a rest.
You both stood now, finally able to comfortable face Neteyam. You two have bathed together of course, but throughout childhood. Since you turned 18 you preferred to bathe alone, for obvious reasons. “I missed you so much, Neteyam.” You sighed, letting yourself hug him tightly, which he returned.
“Lo’ak has taken good care of me, have more faith!” You said, letting Neteyam lead you back to the base. His hand lingered on your lower back, playing with the beads that adorned your handmade loincloth.
“As you command, yawne.” Neteyam joked, pressing you closer to his side as you walked through the thick flora of the forest. “Shall you accompany me at the celebration? I must keep you out of harms way, you know how those drunken warrior behave once they return. Almost all of them cried to be mated once they return. Some even asked for you, but none of them are good enough. All are too weak for you, ma yawne.” He said, ears flicking side to side as he heard the Na’vi from the base once they got closer.
He always stayed alert with you around him. Neteyam didn’t even bother to move his hand from his position your back, not minding the side looks unmated warriors gave him when they finally stepped foot into base. “Neteyam, don’t be too harsh. They try to live up to you.” You said softly, resting your hand on his arm.
Once you reached your Marui, he stepped inside with you. “Do not defend them. Do you wish to be mated to one?” He asked defensively, tying a knot as he hurriedly shut the flaps of your marui. “Of course they live up to me, I am the only one who can protect you, who can treat you how you deserve to be treated.” He said, stepping closer to you now as he towered over your frame.
“N-no, Nete. I do not wish to be mated to any of them.” Except you. Of course you could never say that, he was soon to be with another woman. “I just speak out of kindness, they are young men who may not get to live another day. They have hopes and dreams of a normal life too. I know you are the only one to protect me, you have since we were little.” You said, your hands resting on his forearms while your tail tucked between your legs.
You hated disappointing him, you knew he would never treat you as a nuisance, but you wanted to be as agreeable as you could for him. He already had so much on his plate as future Olo’eyktan, and a strong warrior.
“I always will protect you. You are too kind to those who you do not know the true intentions of. You depend on only me, do you understand?” He said, his head lowering to yours so he could properly look you in the eye.
He held eye contact, until you caved and blinked, embracing him again. “I understand, Neteyam. Thank you.” You sighed, your cheek pressed to his chest as your body melted into his touch.
His hands rubbed soothing patterns into your back, a content smile on his face from your willing obedience. “Very good, yawne. You don’t need anyone else, only me.” Neteyam muttered.
You pulled back after a few minutes, staring up at him with wide and curious eyes as he had a soft hold on your arm. “I must go prepare for the celebration. Once it begins and you plan to arrive, find me immediately. Yes?” He said, turning to undo the knot he placed, so you two wouldn’t be interrupted.
“Yes, Nete. I will find you. I’ll be going with Kiri anyways.” You nodded, going to walk him out, respectfully.
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contains: dark!agedup!neteyam x fem!oblivious!reader
synopsis: neteyam took great care over you since childhood. he was suffocating, protective, possessive. unbeknownst to you, he had claim you as his long ago. his to cultivate, his to mold. ||
Your parents had fought along side Toruk Makto, a great honor amongst the Na’vi. They continued scouts for any Sky People death machines, mainly transport of goods that furthered their development on Pandora. However a faulty plan ended with Neytiri having to deliver you from your mother’s dying body. Her last words being, “Please keep her—.”
Your father didn’t last long either, dying before he could even hear of the news, or hold you. Jake, being the one who sent them out on the mission felt responsible. Despite his pleas for your mother not to engage. The Sullys took you in. You grew up along side them, being treated as one of their own. Neteyam was ofer than you of course, you were like a second sibling to him already, then came Lo’ak, Kiri, and finally Tuk.
Neteyam always prioritized you, teaching you how to use a bow, preparing you to tame your first Ikran, bringing back extra food just for you. You relied on him for guidance and protection, Jake and Neytiri entrusted him with caring for his siblings and you, that’s exactly what he did.
This brings you to now, you completed your Iknimaya a few years ago, finally able to step out into the group of young adult Na’vi. You were 20 years old, a woman able to make choices for yourself, hopefully being able to find your mate, continue your craftsmanship, weaving garments and gear for warriors.
Neteyam had truly grown into himself, broad shoulders and muscles encased his body from the training Jake had put him through, and his position as a future Olo’eyktan. Though he had always had an obligation to protect and care for you and his siblings, he always took a more suffocating turn with you. You had to tell him where you were, where you’d be going, what you would need, what celebrations you’d attend. 9 times out of 10 he’d either accompany you without an invitation or gather your resources for you. He claimed, ‘Such delicate souls can’t be tainted.’ You never asked him to elaborate and brushed it off as his natural overprotection.
You couldn’t deny your fluttering feelings for him, but since he was arranged to be mated with someone else, you thought he only saw you as a childhood friend he was responsible for. Your heart tensed at the news Neytiri had given you a few months back. You couldn’t wrap your head around his behavior leading up to even now, his attentiveness to you, only for him to soon be mated to a Tsahik in training.
Yet when you asked Neteyam about her, he’d changed the subject smoothly, opting to speak about you, what you needed or how you had been. He never spoke of her to your knowledge, and you figured it was because it was something far more intimate than you could imagine.
After all, Neteyam wanted to keep you sheltered. Keep you dependent on him, never letting you run to the silly men who would only put you in danger. You were his to cultivate, his to mold. He couldn’t let another man have that privilege. Over his dead body.
||a/n: this is just an introduction/plot point to set the story up. ignore if it seemed rushed i just got off a 13 hour shift and have so many ideas but this might be a slow burn,, idk yet teehee. lmk if u wanna be tagged||
Babe. Im so glad youre having fun with the YN fics. Thats great; keep it up; i love that. But please for the love of all that is good: put them behind a Read More.
Give us a couple lines first, for sure!! A couple paragraphs even! But if you then put the rest behind a Readmore, then those who want to read it will open it up and do so but those who dont want to wont have to scroll for ages to make it past your post.
If youre not sure how to do a readmore, theres a button on desktop, and on cell/mobile, all you have to do is, say you want the read more to start after this paragraph. You'd hit enter and drop down to a new line, and then type :readmore: (including the colons) and hit enter again. This will automatically generate the Read More.
Note: this is sent with love and affection and encouragement. Fics are great, i love them, but if im not in the zone to read one right now then I want to be able to get to the next post quickly rather than having to scroll past the whole thing first. Readmores are a great balance between the two. :) xx
tumblr should put a “read more” for asks because instead of just scrolling past or idk, blocking me or literally anything else evasive, you go to my profile and leave an MLA format passive aggressive essay in my inbox.
i get you trying to be helpful but passive aggressiveness isn’t the way to do that, hope this helps! and i most certainly am not your ‘babe’ 😭.
for my followers please do ignore this as i try not to pay mind to annoying messages in my inbox but it gets to a point!
