✿ dark olo’eyktan!neteyam x innocent fem!human reader
wc, 4k .ᐟ
SUMMARY, you’re the olo’eyktan’s mate, you just don’t know it yet! His brother on the other hand..
╰┈➤WARNINGS, smut/dom!neteyam/explicit content/m!mastrurbation/corruption kink/oral sex, f!receiving/dry humping/lots and lots of touching/fluff at the end/nete is a boob guy/pervy thoughts/slight lo’ak x reader at the end/mdni!!//sorry this took me a while, I’m also trying to write every request <33
part one here!!
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Although Neteyam had tried to reassure you many times, in the little English he knew, that you were being paranoid about someone seeing the two of you being intimate, sleep didn’t come easy to you that night.
As you lay awake in Neteyam’s kelku (home) , where he insisted that you’d be safest, your thoughts of having been watched continued to trouble you.
At first, you were hesitant about residing with the olo’eyktan, considering that his head had been in between your thighs merely hours ago. However in the end, you decided to accept his kind offer. You knew it was his protection you needed if you wished to survive another day on Pandora, and who could keep you safer than Toruk Makto’s eldest son?
Originally, Neteyam planned on making you share his hammock with him but because of you have been such a good girl for him, obeying his every command and never arguing back, he unreluctantly agreed to giving you your own sleeping space. That of course, was still very close to his own.
Although you were still confused about your new surroundings, you got the feeling that you could trust Neteyam to some extent, like with your life for example. After all he had saved you from being attacked by an animal while you were unconscious in the forest and brought you back to his clan for sanctuary, at least that’s what he told you or rather, got his friend, Spider, to tell you.
You found the mighty warrior’s attempts to communicate with you quite sweet because of how differently he behaved with everyone else but you didn’t think much of it, perhaps he was simply a welcoming person.
While you struggled to enter slumber, endlessly tossing and turning in the wide hammock Neteyam rested more peacefully than he had in a long time and little did you know that it was because of you. All because his mate was finally by his side — this bought him so much peace that sometime during the night his tail instinctively curled around your leg.
You felt a sense of unease at the fact that someone had watched you doing something so private, and even felt a twinge of guilt for giving into your desires with a man you had just met on the other hand, the mighty warrior couldn’t be more pleased with the events of the previous evening. What he couldn’t understand was your distress about the matter because now, he at least had a witness to prove that you were his, in case the sounds you made didn’t make it apparent enough.
You weren’t aware of it yet, but each touch was a claim. Sooner or later you were going to realise that everything the olo’eyktan did had a motive and when it came to you, they were endless. Everytime the two of you made physical contact, it was his way of making you, no different from how he had marked you with his scent.
Neteyam has always been possessive over his belongings and this didn’t end with you, if anything, it worsened. Since meeting you, something inside him had twisted and he knew that if there would ever be a cause of his downfall, it would be you — his little tawtute who could do no wrong in his eyes.
Either way he’d still be on his knees for you, worshiping the ground you walk on — that’s the kind of effect you had on him.
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The sun finally rose, the darkness yielded to light and the omatikaya clan resumed to their usual activities. Since it was only your second day in the forest, the mighty warrior chose to take some time off his olo’eyktan duties to spend it with his little doll instead.
As of now, Neteyam’s sisters, who introduced themselves as Tuk and Kiri — were giving you a tour around the village as Neteyam decided that his younger brother couldn’t be trusted around you. Despite the omatikaya king’s efforts to keep you away from Lo’ak, which did work, not much could be done about his lingering eyes that would always find a way to meet yours.
Although Neteyam was never one to care what others think, a part of him wanted his family to like you — maybe even accept you as his mate. He hoped that arranging for his siblings to show you around would help achieve that, except for Lo’ak, who he wished was a little less fond of you.
You were so exhausted after the events of last night that even a man with a mind as dark as Neteyam’s sensed it wouldn’t be right to pursue you further — at least until the next sunset, in case more than just your legs would give out. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his paskalin (sweet berry).
Speaking of which, now that Neteyam had begun to claim you, the irresistible sweetness he once caught on your scent had been replaced by his own which made his desires far easier to control — not that he needed to, of course. You were his to use. If it hadn’t been for your protests last night, he would have acted on his impulses right there in front of the entire clan, which would not have been the best idea.
Not a very good idea at all, really, especially considering that in your mind, you were nothing more than a guest seeking safety among the na’vi people — however in his, you were already the olo’eyktan’s bride.
Two very different opinions but only was valid and known to be truth by the omatikaya.
Poor little tawtute, he thought to himself, you really had no idea what was going on.
While you continued your tour with the Sully girls, joyfully walking around in the beautiful na’vi attire that Neteyam crafted for you, not one — but two pairs of eyes followed you.
“Could you at least do me the honour of not eye-fucking my mate while sitting right beside me?”
Spoke the eldest brother, not bothering to turn his head to look at the man next to him, sharpening the weapon in his hands that may come in clutch sooner than he had originally thought.
“I don’t know what your talking about bro”
Liar.
“So it wasn’t you I made eye contact with when I was in between my brides thighs — giving her the pleasure you never will?”
Lo’ak paused, now completely stopping what he was doing. He had him here.
In truth, you were never been paranoid about being watched — no, you had been right all along. The mighty warrior himself had seen the man creeping closer, lurking in the shadows during that heated moment between the two of you but he never let an audience stop him. If anything, it gave him encouragement to keep going.
He really wanted to tell you — he did, but he didn’t know how to explain in your language that his own brother had been the pervert spying on you and him the evening before. On top of that, he wanted to spare Spider the embarrassment of having to translate it for you.
He continued in a low voice, “I thought the scene would be enough to drive you away, but it made you want her even more, didn’t it?”
The question immediately caught Lo’ak off guard. He gulped, his ears drooping — knowing that everything the olo’eyktan had said was true.
As a younger brother, naturally, Lo’ak thirsted over things that didn’t belong to him and at times, his older brother was kind enough to share depending on what it was — but he wasn’t going to this time. Not with him, not with anyone.
You were his and his only.
“Yes,” Lo’ak admitted guiltily, “Your tawtute is one of a kind.”
“She really is.” He gently smiled, looking over to where you were sat with Tuk who was braiding a flower into your hair. You looked content in the forest, almost like you had always belonged here.
Turning back to his brother, the pleasant expression on his face faded and was replaced with something else; something more sinister.
Neteyam never said that he was against the idea of someone watching him pleasure you, what he was against was them not asking first.
“Next time you want to watch just ask baby bro.”
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You failed to notice a presence walking up behind you as you collected more flowers to put in your hair. Pandora was so beautiful, what you regretted more than anything were you the years spent behind the lab walls when all this time, you could have been out here.
“Tawute?” a voice softly spoke behind you, making you jump since you were quite far away from the clan. You spun around to see Neteyam standing there with a small, amused grin on his face. He was so accustomed to the forest’s flora and fauna that he rarely noticed it anymore but seeing your delight made his heart flutter.
Fuck, he was really was a different man when it came to you.
“Hi Tayem!” you breathed, full of excitement, getting up to show him the petals in your hands.
“Aren’t they pretty? Look, Tuk braided some in my hair!”
Giggling, you did a little twirl in front of the tall na’vi who only looked at you with adoration in his eyes — you truly were the most adorable thing ever. Growing up, Neteyam heard many stories about sky people, yet nothing his mother taught him matched your description. You found joy in the smallest things and were pure like the flowers you currently held in your hands — the complete opposite of what he was taught ‘your kind’ was like.
“Yes sevin, she did well.”
He chucked under his breath, his expression now mirroring yours. Seeing how happy you were made him wish he had kidnapped saved you sooner.
The sound of some type of bird chirping caused you to look away from each other and set your gaze towards where the melody was coming from instead — turns out it was not one bird, but a flock. You were fascinated by the creature you had never seen before, your breath hitching as Neteyam’s hands sneaked down to your waist from behind, his finger tracing your naked skin in a circular motion. Such an innocent gesture that you shouldn’t think much of it, right?
You looked down, pretending to admire the flora in your hands, trying your best to ignore the lingering touch on your body that made your heart feel like it was going to explode out of your chest at any second. His hands began to trail lower until—
“Neteyam?”
The sudden interruption made you gasp, dropping the petals on the floor yet Neteyam remained unfazed, his hands remaining glued to your petite frame. It was nothing the intruder hasn’t seen. Instead of answering he gave his brother a look that told him to continue what he was about to say, not too pleased about his moment with his doll being disturbed.
Words you did not understand were exchanged between the two Sully’s and you took this time to carefully listen to their voices that you must admit you found quite attractive. Neteyam’s voice was low and steady while Lo’ak’s, from what you could tell, was sharper and louder, edged with tension.
You were definitely asking for na’vi lessons after this.
While the two brothers were engaged in conversation, the mighty warriors hands once again started to wander down from your waist as they did before you were disrupted. Lo’ak hasn’t noticed yet, too fixated on the conversation, but he would soon. After all it was not a show he would want to miss.
Neteyam pressed himself more up against you, his front to your back, carefully roaming over every curve of your body with his three fingers, you learnt your lesson from last time and knew better than to question what he was doing. He was the predator and you were his prey, that much was clear. With every claim, he got more greedy, exploring you like map — taking his time as if he was trying to memorise every inch of your form with his hands.
You let out a quiet whimper when he in contact with your sensitive, covered clit, teasingly stroking it through the material. At that moment, Lo’ak had seemed to caught on with what was going on, stopping mid sentence to look at your body that was in his brother’s grasp. Jealousy and something you could not identify filling his gaze.
He took two steps forward before Neteyam moved in front you, shielding you from the younger man, immediately causing him to stop and furrow his brows in confusion, “You’re getting ahead of yourself brother, I said look, not touch, remember?”
A sinister smile crept up on his face as he saw frustration plastered on his baby brother’s. Only when he returned to where he originally stood did Neteyam resume touching you — this time it wasn’t just his hands, his mouth got involved too, peppering small kisses down your neck.
His kisses slowly turned more rough when he found your sweet spot, sucking and licking on it, making you moan as a result, “m—mhm!”
Lo’ak watched the scene before him, his loincloth getting tighter at every sound you made, no matter whether it was for another man or not. He craved to feel the warmth of your skin against his, the thought alone made his tip leak with precum, an even larger wet patch forming on his covering.
Neteyam hands continued to tease you through your small attire, testing you, pushing you to your limits to see how much more you could take before you’d be begging for him. He went over your sensitive breasts, fondling and gently squeezing them with one hand after, causing you let out a pathetic whimper in response. As you softly opened your eyes, you were met with Lo’ak’s gaze who had been fighting the urge not to stroke his throbbing dick and cumming right then at the pathetic facial expressions you were making.
“N—Nete please.” You breathed, still holding eye contact with the youngest brother.
“Words, doll.”
Neteyam’s voice was stern and commanding, his accent thick, he couldn’t give you what you wanted just like that, otherwise you’d become a brat. You needed to show him that you deserved it.
“Please Neteyam, t—touch me, please t—”
He cut you off by spinning you around and placing you on his lap, putting you in a straddling position. You gasped as you felt his hard, still clothed cock pressing right against your heat, he was massive.
So big, he would never fit
For once, you and Neteyam were almost at the same height, you took this chance to smash your lips against his, the kiss was heated and hungry, like he’d been waiting for your mouths to meet for a long time. His hands slid to your back, pulling you flush against him, you whine at the feeling of your chest making contact with his.
You wanted more.
You desperately tried to rock your hips back and forth to create some friction — forgetting that was someone watching until you heard a groan from the distance. Turning your head, you spot Lo’ak stroking the base of his cock, its enlarged head stained with white fluid, the sight made your needy cunt drip with more slick as fantasies of licking his dick clean for him played in your mind.
Neteyam grabbed you by the neck, snapping you out of your trance, “You forget who you belong to paskalin, let me remind you.”
Not bothered enough to undo the hems of your loincloth, he simply rips it off. You whimper as your lower body is now exposed to both Sully men who immediately stop admire the pinkness in between your thighs. As the smell of your arousal filled the air, Lo’ak, who had been watching from the sidelines couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Please brother—please let me taste her.” He panted, his hand still pumping his painfully hard cock up and down. Fuck, he knew Neteyam would never agree but he needed to touch you so badly, he just couldn’t take it anymore, he’d even beg if he had to, he’d—
“One lick before I fuck her and claim her as mine.”
Neteyam’s response shocked both you and Lo’ak, looking up at the mighty warrior with wide eyes, he ignoresyou, curious to see where his brother, who has been so desperate to touch you, would go with this. Lo’ak didn’t waste any time and took quick steps to where you were with Neteyam, picking you up from his lap before you could protest and laying you down on your back, spreading your plush thighs wide open for both of them to see.
At this, your cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment, quickly attempting to close your legs but Lo’ak knew what you were going to do and beat you to it, holding them in place so you had no choice but to only shyly look away. When you least expected it, he lowered his head and attached his mouth to your clit, the sudden feeling of something warm coming in contact with your heat making you shriek, “ohmy—”
Your nails dug into the soil, refusing to grab him by his hair to avoid giving him the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed the filthy things he was doing to you. Your thighs wrapped themselves around his head as he licked, sucked and flicked his tongue on your weeping cunt. He ate you out like a starved man, the way his tongue licked your folds so smoothly felt so good that you unintentionally pushed his head more in between your thighs making his nose poke against your core. Before his tounge even got to enter your hole, he pulled away, making you sob, — or rather, got forcefully pulled away by Neteyam.
“Bro what are you doing??”
Lo’ak looked up at him in confusion with your juices on his face, wanting nothing more than to continue devouring your sweet cunt.
“I said one lick, that’s my mate, you skxawng!”
“So? She clearly liked it, did you see the way her thighs were clamping around my—”
Before Lo’ak even got to finish his sentence, the olo’eyktan threw himself at him. The brothers started rolling around on the ground like two stay cats fighting for food (you!!), tossing in dirt and throwing punches at each other.
“Skxawng!”
“Bro get off my tail—”
You face palmed at what was happening in front of you — leaning your head back and closing your eyes, not concerned to watch the two idiots who have edged you, bicker like babies.
So these are the men expected to carry out toruk makto’s legacy, you softly laughed to yourself — quickly stopping when you realised that nothing was funny because in the end you didn’t even get to finish.
Pairing: dark!Ao’nung x reader, dark!Neteyam x reader, dark!Lo’ak x reader
Warnings: slight dark content, fighting and pinning over, blood barely mentioned, some suggestive content, some sexual sense
Summary: your Ao’nung’s betrothed and he vowed to be the only one on your mind and would do anything to do that, even if it meant hurting others. When the sullys arrived, it seems as though they came to the same conclusion about having you.
Authors note: I lowkey didn’t want to make it too dark because I refrained from writing those, so I added in the dark content while also keeping it from being too much if that makes sense. There might be spelling error, please don’t mind those. English isn’t my first language and I have work in a little
Requested by: @ammarasully
Ever since you were young, your parents taught you two things: silence and obedience. It was known to everyone you and Ao’nung would be mated as you both got older seeing as though you were the daughter of the best lead hunter in the clan.
Your mother taught you that silence bought everything, it bought the love of the people and of your mate. Them, your father paired it with obedience: obeying your mate, especially the Olo’eyktan is the bare minimum any female could do.
Did you listen to any of it? Hardly, after all you always thought those rules were a bit tacky and old school. Why allow a women to stay silent when she herself has a voice that could help the mind of her mate? So, you would nod your head at their words, but also retort back when needed.
Being Ao’nung’s betrothed was a whole other story. You both grew up together and saw each others embarrassing and strong side, so when the news came of you guys, you both took it with a straight face even though under the skin you were fuming.
You knew this was coming, you even prepared for it, however a tiny part of you was hoping they would choose another for him. You cared about the man, truly, but you concluded that the both of you were better off as friends.
This idea was more confirmed when you saw how possessive he became over you. Ao’nung hated the idea of you talking to another man and would always show up at the most random time to stake his claim. Yes, everyone knew you both were meant for each other, but there was still skxawng’s who tried to get to you.
Ao’nung, sometimes letting the anger get to him, would grip your wrist and drag you away to the Mauri that would soon be the both of yours. He would roughly kiss you, hoping it gets through your mind that you are his and he is yours. Shock overcame you, but you allowed the kissing to continue as you deepened the kiss.
He knew better than to not get your consent before such acts, and that is one thing you can respect about him. Do you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he trailed the kisses onto your jaw, neck, and chest.
“Why were you talking to him?” He said, continuing the kiss back up to your face.
“Ao’nung, we were merely discussing how his hunt went, nothing more.” You replied, holding a moan back because you knew once that moan was out, you guys wouldn’t leave the Mauri for a few hours.
He sunk his teeth into your shoulder which let out a hiss from you, “I don’t like him, the way he was staring at you. I knew what he was thinking.” He replied, earning a little slap from you.
“Ok, we can’t keep kissing forever, I have to help Tsireya with something.” You tried to remind him, “we can continue this later.”
His eyes darkened with lust and hunger ever time he watched you interact with the Na’vi clan. The way you smile and greet the others pitched a tent in his loin cloth. Every time a hunter came up to you, he was there to break that apart. He would go as far as to send them on a hunt in a specific part of the ocean just for them to come back injured. No one drew suspicion to him, after all he was the future Olo’eyktan.
Whenever it was time to eat, he would place you on his lap, legs wrapping around your figure to keep you locked in his embrace. At first you hated it, seeing that it drew unnecessary attention, but then you gotten so use to it that you expected it every time the both of you guys sat down.
Since you both have yet to be mated, you opted to sleep in your own Mauri, away from him. You knew once the both of you were officially together, you would have no personal space or peace of mind. However, him being the way he is, would crawl into your Mauri and spoon you in your sleep.
When it first happened, you slapped him around and yelled at him to leave, but then it kept happening and you just got use to it. The only reason you weren’t upset was because he finally asked permission.
And now, seeing how you were trapped in his embrace, you felt the arousal and knew what was going to happen after dinner. Whenever he got this way, he would make a lousy excuse to get the both of you to ‘bed’ early and would wound up staying up until it was almost dawn.
That man was whipped and worshipped the ground you walked on. You just didn’t know how far he would go so no other man would even infiltrate your mind, and even if you did know he wouldn’t be embarrassed about it. If it were up to him, you would be locked away in this Mauri so no man can ravish you with their eyes. But, you were also your own person and also worked with his mom so it wouldn’t do well.
You know this man had some dark side lingering underneath the surface, the way he would hold an iron grip on your wrist, drag you away, scowl you for talking to another man then go straight to kissing and touching you made you realize this man was different. No matter how much you reminded him that you were betrothed to him, it was as if hearing those wasn’t enough. He wanted to make love to you in front of everyone.
So when the Sully’s arrive, it was a heavy feeling between all three men. You remember like it was yesterday. After Uturu was granted and Tonowari demanded his children teach the Sully kids the way of the water, Ao’nung made it known how displeased he was with their presence.
Yes, the fact that they were aliens made him angry, but also he saw the way the two brothers looked at you.
The oldest, Neteyam, stared deep into your eyes until you finally noticed him. He gave you a smile and silently greeted you.
Seeing this, you brightened up and greeted him back. It made you happy knowing that you are going to make more friends in this clan. You didn’t care that they were half human or forest people, you were curious about their way and excited to learn. You even asked Tsireya if you can be there to teach them.
When he saw your face brightened up, Ao’nung knew he had to act fast. He spun you around and kissed you in front of everyone. He had his hand on the back of your neck to hold you tight for the kiss and everyone around awed at the sight of you two.
Neteyam and Lo’ak rolled their eyes seeing the way it was so obvious that he did this just to show off to them. Lo’ak wasn’t subtle like his brother, he made it loud and clear that you were beautiful and he wanted you. Simple as that.
So when the teaching came, the three of them had to remain patient with one another.
“Now that Tsireya told you guys what we shall be learning, I’ll go ahead and teach you,” your finger pointed at Neteyam.
Ao’nung interjected and shook his head, “actually, Yawne, I can teach them. I believe my mother needs you for something. You don’t have to worry about this.”
You tilted your head and squinted your eyes at him, “your mother never asked me, and if she didn’t need help surely she would come over here herself. Ao’nung, you can teach Lo’ak, ok?”
Knowing that there was no room for argument, he accepted your decision and swam over to the sully kid. He didn’t care about teaching him, almost making Lo’ak drown a few times, but he was just so worried about his Yawne that he had to keep an eye on her.
Seeing his brother get a better teacher, Lo’ak observed that two of you and smiled. “She’s so beautiful.” He muttered ti himself, however it was picked up by your lover who threw him a glare.
“Anything else out of that forest mouth of yours will cause you to drown to your death,” he responded, eyes darkening, “she is mine and I am hers. We are future mates.”
When evening approached, you were alone as you walked around the beach to find any shells and rocks for your next weaving project. Ao’nung was currently busy with his hunting duties, so this time you had enough alone time to do the things you wanted to do.
From afar, you were watched. You knew someone was there, but waited until they made themselves known.
“Hey,” the voice drawled out, matching their footsteps to that of yours, “want some company?”
You turned and came face to face with Neteyam. He had a smile on his face that brought warmth to yours. A part of you wanted to deny his request, seeing as though others can start rumors, but then another part of you wanted to a new friend. So, you accepted.
The two of you talked about everything, he explained the way he grew up and how different it was from the way of the water. He also talked about the current situation him and his family were in, and you offered your best advice while also listening and giving him comfort.
“Tell me more about yourself.” He says, picking up to inspect a random shell before tossing it behind him.
You tucked a hair behind your ears while trying to balance the shells and rocks in your hands. “Well, nothing much,” you laughed, “my father is the leader of the biggest hunt here, my mother is a weaver. I don’t have any siblings, so Tsireya is like my sister.”
He listened intently and watched as you bent down to brush away the sand that was covering a pink shell. Bending down to your level, he inspected the shell, but his eyes landed back on your face.
“This is so pretty! Finding a shell like this is sometimes rare!” You exclaim, excitement taking over your tone.
“Yeah,” he muttered, still staring at your face, “such a beauty.”
Your eyes snapped to him and how close he was. It was obvious he scooted close to you as his hand was grazing the back of yours.
You knew you should move away or tell him to back off, but you couldn’t find yourself to do so. he flashed a grin at you and lifted his hand to cup your face with such gentleness.
paralyzation took over you as he rested his forehead on yours, “The beauty of your face…” he muttered, “it’s beyond my wildest dreams.”
he placed a kiss on your forehead, then on your cheek, and then your nose.
“Neteyam,” you whisper, placing both of your hands on his wrist, “We can’t do this.”
his eyes darkened a bit, but he tried his best to he composed, “I know, i understand. But I do not wish to give you up.” he says.
silence hung between the both of you guys as you just stared into each others eyes. you didn’t know whether to lean forward or backwards, which you hated.
“Big bro, what are you doing?” a voice asked, causing the both of you to break apart.
You turned and saw Lo’ak walking up to you guys with a small scowl. But once his eyes landed on you, it turned into a bright smile.
“Lo’ak, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Tuk?” Neteyam angrily muttered, standing in front of him.
His brother just grinned at him, trying to gouge more of a reaction, “Mom and dad came home early, so I decided to look for you. And look what I see.” He gestures to the both of you, but then his eyes darkened with the tilt of his head, “you tried to get her to yourself, huh?”
Neteyam puffed his chest and stepped closer to his younger brother, trying to show some dominance. “Go. Home.” He said, poking his chest with every word.
You stood awkwardly to the side, trying to make sense of what Lo’ak meant. You didn’t understand what he meant when he said that Neteyam tried getting you to himself.
“Sorry, Syulang, we should head out. I’ll walk you back, Lo’ak,” he turned to his brother, “go home.”
He shook his head, “no, you’re not in charge of me.”
Seeing the tension rise, you decided to intervene. “It’s ok, I’ll walk back home. See you tomorrow for the lessons!”
As the next day rose, Ao’nung made his way to the beach with one thing on his mind: killing the Sully brothers. He spotted them next to Roxto, watching you and Tsireya swimming around with Tuk and Kiri.
“So, you touch what’s not yours is what I’m hearing.” He said, grabbing their attention. He stood tall in front of them, arms crossed and eyes dark. “Who do you guys think you are?”
Lo’ak smiled, “Oh, I didn’t know you owned her.”
Ao’nung pushed his shoulder in anger, “She is my mate.” He snarled, “she is mine. Me and her are to be mated in three weeks and I won’t let you guys ruin that.”
Neteyam stepped in between them, “let’s talk about this with maturity, not with fist and insults.” He tried to reason, “She isn’t yours, you guys aren’t mated.”
Those words were the last straw as a punch was placed on his cheek. Ao’nung got on top of Neteyam and started attacking him while also trying to pry of Lo’ak who was behind him trying to get him off of his brother.
“You piece of shit!” Ao’nung yelled, “she’s already spoken for and you dare try to make a move!?”
The noise caused you and Tsireya to run out of the water to try and break the three young men apart. You grabbed onto Ao’nung and pulled him toward you. His cheek was starting to turn purple from all the hits he received and blood was starting to form on his lip that was clearly split.
“Ma’ Ao’nung,” you say and softly brushed his curls out of his face, “why did you do this? What has gotten into you?”
Hearing the nickname you gave him put a heavy on both of the Sully brothers chest. They wished you would’ve yelled and left him there alone, but instead you’re comforting him.
“I had to, Yawne,” he said, “they were trying to get to you.”
That’s when you had enough and looked at the three with anger and frustration, “What is this? You guys fighting and trying to win my attention, why is that?” You yelled, “we are supposed to be at peace with each other under Eywa, but you guys are fighting….. over me?”
Lo’ak stood up and walked over to you, carefully grabbing your hands as to not scare you away, “we didn’t mean for it to get this bad, we didn’t even expect a fight until he threw the first punch. It was suppose to be under wraps. I apologize for my actions.”
That shocked everyone as it was usually Neteyam saying that, but Lo’ak decided to stand up and say something first. It was as if he copied everything his brother was going to say.
You just stared at him with horror and took your hands out of his grip, “this is insane from all of you. I am not some high prized fish you can stake your claim on, I am independent and Y/N, daughter of the best hunter in the clan. This is disgusting.”
Ao’nung pushed Lo’ak aide and cupped your face, “please. Let’s just go to my mother’s tent and we can talk there, as betrothed lovers.”
Seeing his eyes widen and his lips quiver made you lenient with him, “ok, we shall. However, all of you must come together tonight to talk things out or else I will get the Olo’eyktan involved and it won’t be pretty.”
As you and Ao’nung walked off, he made sure to turn around and give them a look to show that he will always win no matter what, and that, more than anything, fueled the brothers hatred and eagerness to win your heart.
Part 2 soon!
Upcoming work:
dark! Miles quaritch x reader
Part two of Neteyam x reader x Ao’nung (all is fair in love and war)
Part two of Neteyam x reader x Ao’nung (that should be me (holding your hand))
Warnings: aged up Neteyam, NSFW minors do not interact, dark Neteyam, NONCON/DUBCON, spanking, dirty talk, punishment, size difference, etc.
A/N: This one took a little longer than intended with all the life stuff going on, but yay it's here. Also, migt have gotten a little carried away with this part.
The outpost feels like a relic of a different time. One that you have only heard of in stories, but now seeing those worn down bunk beds and the corner of a room that Spider calls his own, it doesn’t feel as glorious. The worst part, however, is how naked you feel around other humans. It’s only a slight comfort that Spider is wearing Na’vi apparel too.
“Oh and yeah and this is a spear I made in Awalatuu.” Spider says. “But maybe let’s move it out of the way.” He gives an awkward chuckle but it’s obvious that his only concern is you suddenly deciding to use it against him.
Your arrival at the outpost had been anything but graceful. In hindsight you would have preferred to meet these people face to face instead of over Neteyam’s shoulder.
“If you want we can uh….watch a movie. Oh yeah I bet I could swipe Norm’s Star Wars collection.”
You don’t return the smile he gives you, too busy awkwardly sitting on his bed while pouting. You never thought it would feel strange to be back in a place like this but after being around the Na’vi for the past week, the outpost feels like walking into a rundown dollhouse. Everything is your size and nothing is as beautifully crafted as Neteyam’s kelku.
The awkward silence is slightly painful but you can’t find it within yourself to feel bad for Spider. Not when he hasn’t shown even a morsel of sympathy for your situation. Your own kind and not even they find it important to get you out of here. Not that they could anyways. No doubt Neteyam would view such actions as a betrayal.
“He wouldn’t let you come along, huh?” You finally ask.
Spider stops digging through the worn down hard drives.
“Who?”
“Neteyam. Didn’t want you coming to see the RDA off either?”
Spider scoffs at the, leaving the tech behind to cross the small room.
“I wouldn’t say that. I’m not the one he’s worried about getting into trouble.”
Spider may not have heightened senses like the Na’vi but you worry that he sees the way your hands ball around the thin blankets.
“So Lo’ak handed the role of babysitter off to you somehow.” You lean back against the cold wall, trying to appear bored by the conversation.
“Just for today. He was clear that I would only be a substitute.”
Your brows furrow at that. Maybe Lo’ak doesn’t mind watching over you as much as he lets on. Then again Lo’ak never fails to find your company amusing, and for all the wrong reasons. Some days you wonder if Neteyam would really be cross with you for slapping his brother across the face. Maybe if you batted your lashes and played it off as self defense….
“Well I’m sorry you can’t be there.”
It’s Spider’s turn to look confused.
“Why?”
“Colonel Quaritch is your dad, isn’t he?”
“That asshole is nothing close to a father.” Spider’s jaw clenches, posturing already shifting to loom over you. He may be human but his six foot frame of striped muscle greatly outweighs your own.
“Oh trust me, I know. Quaritch has been nothing but a tyrant my entire life. I honestly don’t know how he managed to get back into General Ardmore’s good graces after half the stunts he has pulled. That’s why I was excited for today. Finally see that bastard put in his place.” Spider watches you closely. In some ways it feels like all he is missing he ears and tail of a Na’vi.
“Thought maybe you would want to see that too.”
You know a good deal about Spider Soccoro. He is a story that is often shared among the recombinants but never in Quaritch’s presence. Many tales have been told of the feral stripped boy that was more trouble than worth. You wonder if the stories would have been different if he hadn’t chosen the Sullys in the end. Still, even with their biased filters you know that they put Spider through hell.
Kidnapping is traumatic enough without having to watch islands burn and friends cry for justice.
“I don’t care what happens to that bastard.” Spider huffs before promptly turning around and fishing through the hard drives once more. You’ve killed the already strained mood.
“Well then you’re a better person than me. Good for you.” Spider doesn’t answer but you can tell he is listening.
A bitter laugh escapes you. “Hell, I’ve only had to put up with him from a distance and I would ring his neck myself if given the chance.”
Spider’s fingers fiddle with a blue hard drive, eyes staring down thoughtfully.
“But I guess I should trust Neteyam to give him what he deserves. Watch that monster tuck his tail and accept his failure for what it is.” It’s the one cause you consider Neteyam and yourself on the same side of.
Leaning back, you prop your feet up onto the creaky mattress.
“Yeah.” He says shortly.
“Ugh don’t get me started on Lyle though-”
“What are you trying to do?” Spider springs to his feet, glaring daggers down at you.
“What do-”
“Do you think I’m really that stupid? Neteyam told me you would do this. Trying to spin a story that would allow you to escape.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re startled by the outburst to say the least but at this point there is nothing to lose. This man you only met fifteen minutes ago is the difference between spending the rest of your days here and returning back to Earth. Neteyam’s punishments are far from being enough to deter you from taking this chance.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to-”
“Would it kill you to just stay out of trouble for this one day? For my sake?” The look he gives you is anything but tender in comparison to his words.
The bitter taste of impending failure is already settling in. You can already feel the immense weight of this dread and it springs you into action. This can’t be the end.
It won’t be.
“Can you really blame me though? For wanting to say goodbye to everything and everyone I have ever known?”
Spider goes quiet, hazel eyes suddenly avoiding your own gaze.
“Believe whatever you want but the fact is this day will never repeat. This is literal history and…” You voice quivers, blunt teeth sinking into your bottom lip in restraint. The last barrier to holding the words back. “The last glimpse at my old life.”
You don’t allow the gravity of those whispered words to plant themselves. This is all a ruse after all. Just enough sadness to get Spider to cooperate and yet saying it out loud feels like tying an anchor to your ankle. Truly realizing how stuck you may be from here on out.
Spider doesn’t say anything for a long while. Neither of you look at each other, letting the silence sizzle between you.
And then finally….
“We have to be quick.”
“And no touching anything. I mean it, shit out here can be extremely poisonous.” Spider rattles on, listing yet another rule to follow as the two of you venture through the thick terrain. You roll your eyes. You may not be a match for the creatures of Pandora physically but you’ve studied enough to understand what to stay away from.
“We’re there for five minutes tops, got it?” Spider says as he pushes a hanging branch out of your path.
“Yes sir.” You salute him playfully. Now that you are less than a mile away from Bridgehead a certain giddiness begins to take over. It swirls together with your nerves and apprehension but it doesn’t deter you. This is the closest you have been to freedom in a week.
Eywa’s mightiest creatures could not keep you from your goal.
Years down the road when you wake up from kyro this will all be some awful dream that embeds itself into your revenge arch. Starting with Miles Quaritch of course.
“I’m being serious. Neteyam will kill me if he sees you out here. I’m sticking my neck out for you.”
“It will be worth it.” You say simply, a skip in your step when you recognize the familiar path that leads back to Bridgehead. This the same one you had carved deeper with every trip you had taken to your oasis. Looking back there is nothing more you regret but the sight of it still makes you smile.
Spider never stops his stern rambling. Despite the fact that he is built like a Greek God, his speeches do little to intimidate you. Not when you’re used to nine feet of solid muscle and sharp canines.
There is a bank that overhangs Bridgehead. A spot that Spider deems the perfect lookout for the two of you. You consider trying to convince him to get the two of you closer. After all, what good is a farewell that can’t be heard? Truth is, there really aren’t many people you would bother trying to say goodbye to. Jeremy moved on from you months ago, you have very little friends outside of that and what little you did have can be nothing but traitors by letting you get offered up without complaint.
It feels like a risky move, however. Spider is sure to catch wind of your deception at the first hints of you disobeying.
“Here,” Spider mutters, suddenly pulling your arm so you stand directly in front of him. This leaves you sandwiched between the cliff’s edge and Spider’s tall frame.
“Hey!” You snip at him, ripping your arm from his hold.
“This way I can keep a close eye on you.” He smirks, hands resting confidently on his hips because he knows as well as you that his physical prowess greatly outweighs your own. It’s clear his trust is far from being earned.
“Well do you have to breathe down my neck? Christ! I could use some space.”
“No chance.” Spider responds shortly but his eyes are already scanning the crowd of RDA members below.
“Neteyam doesn’t really take kindly to others sniffing around me.”
You hate to play that card but it seems to be the only one you have in your deck and if you have any chance of getting out of here, Spider can’t be pressed up against you. A harsh glare is thrown down at you but with knitted brows and a fierce frown, the male takes a few steps back. It isn’t much, surely his presence will still be your first obstacle, but it’s a start.
Every minute that passes by feels like torture. You watch as palettes of heavy equipment and artillery are rolled along the concrete with Na’vi supervising. Each one packed away is a signal of passing time, another stream of sand that falls through your hourglass of opportunity. The real nerves, however, kick in when the line of RDA members are escorted onto the ship.
How long is it going to take them to load everyone?
How long until your hopes are dashed?
You spot Neteyam taking his place at the head. He is dressed up in his traditional Olo’eyktan gear completely with a feathered mantle and oval forehead jewelry, but this time he holds a gun. He holds it with confidence, finger strategically placed over the barrel and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. His golden eyes spark today like fire. Even from your lookout spot from above, you can feel that darting heat.
You pray that they never fall on you again.
Spider shifts over your shoulder suddenly, blonde dreads ticking your neck. You scramble out of his space but instead of jerking you into place as you expect, he takes your spot at the front. Brows knitting together, you watch him carefully as he crawls forward.
Finally you spot what has captured his undivided attention.
Colonel Miles Quaritch sternly leads his band of mutants through the crowd. They tower so high over the rest of the Sky People the sight is almost comedic. However, Spider is doing anything but laughing. His mask fogs up as he watches the scene with intensity.
It’s like he is dead to the world, eyes trained on the man that has been anything but a father to him.
You expect him to cheer, snarl, anything that shouts of victory. It was promises of seeing karma after all that had bought you this outing but Spider is silent and still. And then there is something else that flashes over his demeanor, a pang of emotion that is hard for you to place.
Pain?
Hatred?
Guilt?
This swirl of tangled feelings is confusing.
Perhaps there is still so much more to learn about Spider Socorro.
Regardless, this is your chance and you plan to take it. Tension bleeding into the moment you watch Spider diligently while beginning to back away. It feels as if the world’s ambience has been muffled into background noise and the only sound breaking through is the obnoxious puff of each breath through your mask. Neteyam hadn’t given you the serum shot this morning, assuming you would be spending the whole day in the outpost. Now, however, you wish he had.
Spider is so enveloped in the moment, however, that he gives no recognition of the sound or even branch you clumsily snap when backing down from the cliff’s edge.
There is no telling how long this trance will last or at what point you will be out of ear shot so you risk it all.
Bare feet tingling in protest, you race across the forest floor. There’s no sign of an easy and stealthy way down into Bridgehead. Going back down your normal path would risk Spider spotting you race by. That’s not an option but neither is falling to your death. On the east side the cliff shallows out into a grassy hill. If you’re lucky enough you might just be able to creep down it and remain hidden beneath the heavy greenery.
Upon reaching it, however, you step on loose dirt and the world rapidly spins around you. With neither a hint of grace or stealth you clumsily roll down the hill. Your muscles ache by the time you clunk to the bottom and you’re sure there are other injuries to be found. Adrenaline dulling the pain and panic, you dart to hide in the nearest bush instantly.
The scene is so much louder now that you are up close. Heavy trucks make blaring beeping sounds while reversing and Na’vi freely let out loose cries of victory and foreign threats. The commotion is just enough to have your presence remain undetected.
You don’t bank on that lasting for long though.
Your scanty traditional Na’vi attire is sure to draw attention. You need different clothes and you need it fast. Scaling around the outskirts of the chaos, you miraculously manage to make it to that familiar run down door. Sector two-your building.
Paranoia constantly scraping at your attention, you barely let the room equalize before ripping your mask off. These hallways feel so different than you remember them. Perhaps it is the feel of the metal floors beneath bare feet or the lacking furniture and crowd. It sends a chill up your spine as you sprint towards your room.
How much time do you have?
They can’t have loaded more than half of the crew by now.
And yet, the sight of deserted halls makes your feet slap against the floor faster.
Get dressed. Immerse yourself in the crowd. Hide until take off is through and then find a kyro capsule.
You mentally check through this list.
Piece of cake.
Maybe saying it out loud would make it sound less like a fool’s hope.
Fuck it. The odds don’t matter and neither do your nerves. This is a necessity, pure survival and that will be enough to keep you going. It will because it has to.
Your feet slip across the laminated floor when you frantically scramble to go back the way you came. Two tall and ominous shadows wrap from around the opposite corner and you are afforded just enough time to dart behind a wall before Lyle and Z Dawg appear.
“You’re an idiot.” She says.
“Yeah yeah say whatever you want but don’t pretend like you wouldn’t rip someone in half for a Big Mac right now.” Lyle defends himself, their shadows now paint the dimly lit corridor, stretching closer and closer to your tucked away spot.
You could run, but these are recombinants. They would pick up the sound of your footsteps in an instant. The wind from your sprint would carry your scent.
“Sure, but I asked what your first meal back on Earth would be, not what your guilty pleasure fast food order is.”
“These savages can keep their overgrown weeded garden of a planet. I want some fucking chicken nuggets!”
As their voices become louder it appears that running will be your only choice after all.
“I don’t even know why I ask at this point.” She sighs and a short hiss echoes down the hallway.
You swallow the lump in your throat, feet repositioning as you prepare yourself to run. If you were smart you would have already been halfway down the hallway at this point but some part of you refuses to move. It clings to hope foolishly.
“Well I’m sure-”
“Shut up asshole. The comm.” Z Dawg hisses and they both turn silent, no doubt listening to the orders on the other end.
Your hands are shaking now, that tremor traveling up your shoulders as you await their response.
“Copy that.” Lyle says and then the sound of heavy boots recedes into the distance.
You can hardly believe your luck.
That dark cloud of dread ripples away and hope takes its place once more. Maybe you can pull this off after all.
Your room is exactly as you left it. No one has bothered to pack up any of your things or even dispose of your half folded laundry. This tiny corner of a shared living space has been your own for your whole life, everything you have known. It feels so small now.
Rifling through the laundry basket you find a loose green tee and a pair of tan shorts. You originally had a whole outfit planned for this day, something comfortable but nice. Those garments are, however, still crumpled up on the ground. This will have to do.
As you hastily slip them over the beaded jewelry and tewng you pray to whatever god will listen that this will be enough to keep you incognito. You are barely finished buttoning up the shorts when heavy footsteps ring down the hallway.
Their echo is soft, no doubt still several halls away but they are progressively getting louder. Now is not the time to take any more risks. This room is tiny and already cramped with scattered junk. Hiding under your bed would not only be idiotic but near impossible with the way your creaky bed swoopes so low to the ground. There is, however, an old built-in cabinet above that you’ve used to hold your clothes.
It’s just barely big enough for you to squeeze into so with those footsteps getting louder and your own terror sky rocketing, you push everything out of it and shove your body into the metal space. The door has metal slots with just enough slant to allow your visual through it.
Your clammy right hand presses over your mouth when the door to the room creaks open.
Neteyam strolls in leisurely, eyes sweeping over the cramped space with interest. With wide eyes and strangled lungs, you watch him prowl through the area slowly. He bends down to run his fingers over the rumbled sheets, the back of his hand lingers over your pillow case.
He takes his time looking through the various knick knacks and cords littering your night stand. He doesn’t hesitate to ball the old picture of Jeremy into his fists. Its remains are tossed to the side without care.
Did he toss the real Jeremy like that?
You make a vow to find him as soon as you make it on board.
Assuming Neteyam hasn’t already hunted him down.
You could look for whatever is left of Jeremy.
You can’t think about that now, though. Not as your heart is pounding against your ribs like a bird trying to escape a cage. Not when Neteyam lifts his mask for a sip of air as he plays with your tiny music box.
He is gentle with all of your belongings, roaming through the area like a man that doesn’t have hundreds of Sky People to threaten off of his planet. Surely, he will have to leave soon. He’s just here out of curiosity, more of his stalker tendencies pushing him to invade your space.
The music box looks like a Christmas ornament in his palm and you worry that he will accidently crush it. It was a pain in the ass to get and a possession you have always treasured because of that. Neteyam’s ears push forward when he finally figures out how to start the music and that delicate ballerina begins to twirl.
“Maybe it’s all of your silly trinkets.” He breaks the silence, you startle slightly. He can’t be talking to you, you remind yourself. Neteyam thinks he is alone, just nosing through your old room as he thinks out loud. “Is that what you miss so much? What has you running off and acting naughty, little gift?”
He’s bluffing. There is no way he could know you are here. Your scent has to be strong in the room but that’s to be expected since this was your living space. Ironically this should be the perfect place to hide away.
“You know,” He starts, carefully placing the music box back down. “I was planning on letting you bring some of these funny things back to our kelku once you start behaving. A little incentive to be my good girl.”
The knot in your throat is near impossible to gulp down and when you do, his ears twitch. You don’t want to believe it. How did he find you? You tug your legs closer to your chest as if you can contort yourself into a small enough ball that will magically disappear.
“But it’s obvious now that you respond better to retribution than reward.”
It’s a miracle that your lip doesn’t split from how hard your teeth press into it. Neteyam may not be able to track your scent here but the smell of blood would be a dead giveaway. All signs point to being caught but you aren’t ready to hand over the last shreds of hope yet. Neteyam doesn’t know about the cabinet. He’s bluffing about knowing you are here. No one has seen you.
“We can revisit the idea of a reward system later, pet.”
The muscles in your legs are cramping beyond relief, begging you to stretch out. You don’t heed these discomforts, too paralyzed by the proximity of your captor. Neteyam on the other hand appears deceivingly content and relaxed, rummaging through your things as if he has all the time in the world.
He carefully opens your nightstand drawer and those hairless eyebrows raise immediately. The bras are tossed to the side with the same care as the picture but then tiny little lace fabric hangs from his fingers. It’s far from your greatest problem but your cheeks heat anyways when he carefully observes your light purple panties.
Out of all the drawers to open it seems that Neteyam knows just the one to torment you with.
“Then again,” The Olo’eyktan smirks. “These are quite cute.” And this time instead of inhaling from the respirator he soaks in the scent from the small fabric instead. Your thighs clench together.
“Wouldn’t mind having my little tawtute model these for me.” He hums, while pulling out several more pairs. He tucks them away safely in a small pouch attached to his loincloth. “That is, once I finally get rid of this rebellious streak of yours.”
You allow yourself a small sigh when Neteyam goes around to the other side of the bed, just enough distance for you to breathe properly.
“Time to come out, little gift.” He squats down onto his haunches, prowling across the floor like a predator on track. He must be searching for you and if that is true then you may still have a chance yet. Neteyam may think you are in here but he doesn’t know where exactly.
Thoughts race through your mind at a thousand miles per minute. They twist and twirl to find some way that you could get out of this situation unscathed. The doorway is visible through the slanted slits of the cupboard. With the proper footing you may be able to close that distance with a courageous leap. And maybe, just maybe that would be enough to catch Neteyam off guard and give you a head start.
You make one fatal mistake, however.
If there is one thing a good prey knows to do, it is to keep sight of their predator at all times.
Your feet don’t even get the chance to hit the ground, instead dangling and thrashing once you are caught with a strong hold around your waist. Hoping is waning but disappointment sprouts into increased vigor as your nails digging into his arms and legs struggle to kick back at him.
“YOU MOTHERFUCK-” Your cursing slings into a shriek when Neteyam grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to strongly crane your head backwards. His golden eyes are dilated until only a thin rim of molten gold is visible. The weight of his angry gaze takes your breath away.
“Enough.” He enunciates the word, like a drawn sword ready to slash. “Listen closely, pet.” The lump in your throat goes down with a strained gulp. “There is not an inch of this Sky Demon hell hole or corner of this planet that you can run to without being drawn back to me. You are mine and I’ve done well to mark my property.” The fingers intertwined in your hair tickle over the back of your neck, no doubt leaving the trail of his scent behind. “You reek of me.”
Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and you flutter them closed to avoid his burning attention.
“As you should.” His voice rumbles as nothing more than a growl against the nape of your neck.
“I never asked for this!” Your fighting dimms down to nothing more than squirming as gritting the choked words out sucks your energy away. Before you can do anything to stop it, tears blaze trails down your cheeks. “Just let me go! Please!”
“Quiet, pet.”
Another yank to your hair and the words die on your lips. It’s clear now that the time for fun and games is over. Neteyam wastes no time in throwing you onto the creaky mattress and covering your body with his own until he becomes a shadow blocking out the fluorescent light above. His thighs straddle your waist, putting just enough weight down to keep you in place.
“No more tears.” He sighs, with down turned lips, but doesn’t pause his bunching of your tee shirt. “It’s clear I’ve been spoiling you too much.”
A broken grasp is pulled from your throat when he easily tears the shirt straight down the middle. You’re not sure what you are trying to accomplish as you swat at his working hands. The shirt was neither your favorite nor of great importance but you still try to stop the onslaught of ripping.
Confused and overwhelmed you squirm as he rips it into wide ribbons of fabric and then without warning you are flipped onto your stomach. You scramble to crawl away but Neteyam’s plants a foot on your ass and that is unfortunately all it takes to pin you down. Your hands are snatched next, forced together behind your back as the ripped stripes of your own shirt are used as makeshift rope to tie your wrists together.
Something about him using your own personal clothing to keep you bound for him has your legs kicking out fiercely. It won’t do much damage even if you manage to hit him, but there needs to be an outlet for your anger. You need to feel like there is still some wreckage for you to inflict. The last tiny shred of power that you cling to for dear life.
Neteyam isn’t in the mood to put up with your outbursts. Much like a fresh kill from his hunting trips he keeps you pinned and makes quick work of binding you imobile. The action is so well rehearsed and instinctual in fact that he already moves on to his next task of destroying your shorts.
Shrieks and small clawing fingers are simply background ambience for the Olo’eyktan as he works. Surprisingly the small tawtute sized Na’vi clothing is not exempt from the male’s destructive hands. They too become nothing more than rolling beads and scraps of fabric falling to the floor.
Your string of bloody curses are only temporarily interrupted by your own gasp when Neteyam takes a seat on the bed and throws you over his knee in one swift move. Kicking is no longer an option for your rage when he swings one leg over both of yours. Blood rushes to your head but even dizziness can’t stop your violent outrage.
However, it appears a cracking smack to your upturned ass can.
The pain doesn’t ripple forward until a few moments after your shock has subsided. Neteyam has always had creative ways of punishing you but this is different. You’d figured that he would never lay a hand on you after all that he has droned on and on about how important it is to protect a fragile thing like you.
But another hit accompanies the first and this time you can’t hold back your small squeak.
“Just as I thought.” He spanks you again, his hand mercilessly hitting both cheeks with every strike. “You’ve been practically begging for a firmer hand.” The cry that the next rapid three slaps pull from you is one that you don’t recognize.
“Pretty little things like you still struggle to remember their place.”
“Stop! Stop!” You shriek, trapped legs still fruitlessly sprawling for escape.
“Don’t worry, little gift.” He squeezes one of your pink cheeks after this last spank. “That’s what I am here for. I won’t let your silly little tawtute tendencies keep you away from me.”
It doesn’t take long for the color of your backside to match your face as the blood drains to your head. Neteyam is persistent, hardly batting an eye at your cries and shrieks. From cursing to death threats, none of your spewed venom makes him flinch. If anything you manage to catch his small smirk when you twist to glare up at him. You don’t make that mistake again when you find this behavior only rewards you with condescending coos from the Na’vi.
“That’s a good girl. Let all those nasty words go.” He purrs, heavy hand never letting up on your poor bottom.
It’s this praise that has your mouth clamping shut. You hold back any and every sound you can as your ass takes a beating. Which is not a lot when the Na’vi male has unfathomable strength and your backside already feels like flames could erupt from it at any moment.
“Oh pet, I’ve hardly even touched you and you’re already blushing so pretty for me.” Neteyam hums in delight, hand roaming over your burning ass like an art piece just waiting to be admired properly.
Hardly even touched you?
Is this just his way of being an ass or are you truly that far from the finish line?
You jolt when one finger slips between the crack of your cheeks, teasing over your hole gently. A sound caught between a scream and whimper erupts from you without thought. Bound hands flatten and flail to cover the untouched area but Neteyam simply chuckles and lets his own hand retreat.
“Mawey, tiyawn.” Neteyam pats your backside softly, almost in a casual reassuring manner. “Another day.”
It’s hard to say what is more humiliating. Being bound and turned over the Olo’eyktan’s knee like a naughty child or the wetness trickling from your pussy at the feel of his teasing fingers in a place you’ve never dared let anyone else explore before.
Pain is a great distraction from your humiliation. So much so that it eventually motivates you to dash pride to the side and begin your pleading.
“A-ah Neteyam! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…eh-ah I-I’ll be good!” It’s not even clear what you are trying to say anymore. Your mouth runs on autopilot, throwing out any line of remorse in hopes of one doing the job. “I ngh-ah didn’t mean to! I won’t run! Can’t take anymo- ah! Neteyam!”
He reigns his hits to warm the underside of your thighs too, moving between that vulnerable area and your ass in such an erratic way that it is impossible to anticipate where the next will land.
Plea after plea is thrown out but resembles nothing more than garbled desperation, nothing that can pass as a full sentence.
However, one call catches his attention.
“Olo’eyktan please!”
The sound of slapping skin stops.
Tears continue to plunge down your cheeks even without the constant spanking, your ass burns and tingles in shock. The tuft of his tail poruses over your naked thighs, sending a sensation both painful and ticklish.
“Repeat, pet.”
“Wha-what?” You stammer, voice thick with tears.
“What did you say?” That large hand comes down once more like a crack of lightning.
“AH! Olo’eyktan O-Olo’eyktan please please please. No more no more!”
He smooths over your knotted hair, pushing it away from your sweaty temple and tear stained face. It’s tempting to look away from his soft gaze but intuition tells you to let him see the trembling state he has left you in. Let him witness how pitiful and distraught a simple spanking has made you be.
“I….I’m sorry, Olo’eyktan.”
Neteyam smiles like one would at a lover, a tender pride lacing his lips.
“You’re learning, pet.”
Putting batteries in that small remote was a mistake. A ridiculous useless mistake that now leaves you standing on shaky legs. The pink vibrator that has resided in your nightstand drawer dutifully on hand for years is now the source of your torment.
Well, maybe not the source per say.
No, the true origin of this humiliation stares back at you with knowing eyes and swatting tail, his large hand making that tiny remote look like a children’s toy. The vibrator buzzes inside of you on the lowest setting, but that relief can only last for so long with the way Neteyam enjoys jumping between the different levels.
Every last shredded piece of your Na’vi and human clothing lays back on the floor of your old bedroom. The only savior of your decency is Neteyam’s cloak that he had thrown around your shoulders. With the size difference this cloak acts more like a dress and therefore gives you more coverage than you’ve had in a week yet somehow leaves you feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Trembling fingers never stray from the seams of the cloak, keeping it wrapped around you tightly as the crowds of humans and Na’vi continue to pass you.
Neteyam has left you with one of the other Na’vi warriors but never out of his sight. It’s a miracle that your hands were cut loose in the first place but perhaps that is another sick joke the Olo’eyktan plays on you. He knows that you won’t run. He knows you can’t run. His attention and promised consequences for misbehavior are more than enough to keep you tucked in his pocket.
That and of course his control over the rippling vibrations that torture your pussy.
The nearest warrior is sure to be noticing your frazzled state by now. At least he has the decency to hide his interest, unlike another Na’vi that watched from the sidelines. Lo’ak, leaned against one of the hoverships like it’s a random Tuesday afternoon, watches with a small smirk and perked ears. If Neteyam notices, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with it because Lo’ak is left unbothered in his ogling.
The tempo increases, the vibrator now picking a pattern of random pulses that bash against your sweet spot. Bottom lip bleeding now from your biting, it’s a struggle to keep your moans at bay. With the heavy machinery moving and hundreds of Na’vi and humans passing surely there must be enough noise to block out any degrading sounds you make. But you can’t take that risk. You’ve made the mistake of underestimating the Na’vi’s enhanced hearing before and that is what has landed you here.
Neteyam twirls the tiny remote between his fingers like a fidget toy as another Na’vi warrior comes to report.
You start to commiserate the loss of that ridiculous human sized loincloth Neteyam made you because at least then there was some fabric barrier to hide your wetness. Now, the thick Pandoran air runs up the cloak and over your soaked thighs and cunt. It reminds you constantly how pathetic you have become as orgasm after orgasm has escaped your grip. Even worse it reminds you how easy it is to carry that aroused scent through the breeze for all Na’vi to detect. At that rate, worrying about your noises is the least of your concerns.
Lo’ak reloads the machine gun with practiced hands, moving with muscle memory so he can continue to stare and send silent messages your way. No doubt he is theorizing on what exactly his brother has done to diminish you to such a state. His eyes dance with those ideas, the little quirk of his lips telling you just how creative and vial his thoughts have turned.
Another level up and this time it is Neteyam’s eyes that have you squirming. Your impending orgasm coils tighter and tighter with every passing second and you're so desperate to find some way to release this energy that your bare feet begin fidgeting against the concrete. It’s almost like a little dance, one that has Lo’ak laughing under his breath.
It stops.
You breathe.
There is some sort of commotion off in the distance. Not one that you can truly pin down the source of but you do notice the way Neteyam nods as a Na’vi female says something to him. With a wave she is dismissed and then the Olo’eyktan saunters off. Although slightly worried over the trouble, you are grateful for the respite.
And then a nightmare unfurls before your eyes.
Instead of marching to the issue, Neteyam takes a pit stop to converse with his younger brother. Lo’ak’s tail whips in the wind at whatever is whispered in his ear but the real horror comes when that traitor of a remote is handed over to the younger Sully male.
You are seconds away from stomping over there and crushing that pink little weapon before the other male can wield it. However, your dutiful guard places a hand on your shoulder after just one step. His eyes remain locked forward but the warning is enough as his hand retreats. You are still being watched.
With one last glance your way, Neteyam has the audacity to give you, his little pet, a warm smile before leaving you in the hands of his brother.
Lo’ak swings the gun around to his back in favor of playing with his new toy. Every dark and viscous fiber left within you is channeled into the glare you give him. It should say everything that your lips can not.
Don’t you dare.
Don’t you fucking dare.
Now would be a good time to look into Na’vi curses, anything you could betrix upon him for what he is about to do, because of course Lo’ak won’t back down. If anything that fire in your eyes lights his own delight and has him sitting down and bracing forward. Forearms resting on his thighs he clocks your every movement.
This is sure to be the best entertainment the bastard has had in a long time.
He savors the passing moments of anticipation. Never backing down from the ultimate seething looks you give him. Finally a crash sounds and that distraction is right when Lo’ak sets the vibrator to high. From zero to one hundred, pleasure rackets through you like a shock wave. The force is so much that it temporarily makes you stumble on your feet. The other guard wordlessly steadies you back into place.
Lo’ak’s grin is feral.
This silent battle slips between your fingers so quickly it is hard to comprehend, because all that can register in your brain is how fast you are hurtling towards an orgasm. After Neteyam’s denial your body is high strung and ready to take any sensation as fuel to push you over the edge. Nails digging into the soft fabric of Neteyam’s cloak, pleasure rockets higher and higher until only the whites of your eyes are visible.
Knees bowing inward, ecstasy is finally yours.
There isn’t enough energy left to question why Lo’ak let you reach your high. Instead you focus on riding that wave while simultaneously keeping upright.
That persistent buzzing against your sweet spot continues until your nerves are short circuiting. The pleasure turns to overstimulation and you give Lo’ak a look that alerts him of this change.
His amusement tells you that he already knows your predicament but his thumb remains far from the off button.
Pathetic noises now bubble up your throat without restraint as pleasure ebbs into pain. It switches back and forth until another release is on the verge of consuming your being. The guard next to you doesn’t say anything when he helps to sit on the cold ground.
The second orgasm has a bitter taste to it but your greedy pussy clenches around the toy all the same. It’s almost too bad that Neteyam decided not to gag you because at least that would muffle your cries as you rock down onto the toy. Lo’ak gulps at the sight, pupils blown wide when the first glimmer of tears scrape down your cheeks.
Regardless, he shows no mercy as he takes in the show with undivided interest.
Vaguely you register the bustle and commotion around you as different Na’vi and humans rush to and fro, giant machinery finally backing into place but they are only background noise to your third orgasm.
Your body is caught between delight and despair with every passing second. When you are close to reaching your peak for the fourth time your body is resistant to get you there all the way. The intense buzzing in your pussy is driving you wild but still not enough to drag out another orgasm after being too overstimulated. Despite the soreness that emanates from your wrecked hole, your clit throbs in agony. Begging to be touched. To be licked. Pinched. Flicked. God, anything at this point.
Memories of Neteyam doing just that surface, pushing you closer and closer to another dumbing climax and yet only serve as a reminder of how you are not getting the treatment you so desperately need. Pride is dashed to the side, you’ll worry about the consequences of grinding onto the toy in public later.
Lo’ak’s hands roughly brush over his inner thighs and it draws your attention. The taunt muscle and smooth skin of those thighs would surely brush over your intimate flesh so perfectly. He would probably help you too, hands clawing at your hips as they urge you back and forth over the area. Even more so, the younger brother would not be able to pass up the opportunity to show his power over the situation, muscles flexing to tease your clit oh so beautifully.
You’re not sure when Lo’ak became telepathic but he grips his knees and gives you a look that says he knows every dark desire that plagues your brain. His nails press into that soft flesh and drag until there are pretty red marks left behind. If you crawled over there sweetly, would he let you ride? Maybe if you healed those red marks with open mouthed kisses and kitten licks.
Unaroused you would be ashamed of this train of thought but she is so far gone now.
The only thing your poor abused cunt is begging for was attention. Anything to get this awful mix of heaven and hell to bleed into euphoric release and rest.
The only thing stopping you from reaching down and finishing the job yourself is the assurance that Lo’ak would snip all pleasure in a bud at the sight of any touching.
The area has been cleared of invaders. Na’vi begin to make their way off to the hills before take off but you are none the wiser. Caught in your own little bubble you don’t even notice when a sudden shadow blocks out the sun. That is until, large warm hands slip under the cloak and skate over your spread legs.
Such a simple touch has never made you whimper more.
Neteyam’s accent is thicker now, words heavy enough to hardly understand the meaning as he coos at you. “There’s my sweet pet. Little slut just wants to come again, don’t you?”
His fingers force your legs to spread even wider. Lo’ak’s stares as if his glare could heat up enough to burn through that cloak.
With such delicacy it makes you want to scream, Neteyam uses two fingers to part your pussy lips and expose your pulsing clit. The other hand slithers down to rest on your thigh as you try to buck against the air.
“Come for your Olo’eyktan, pet,” He growls and with the other hand he begins delivering rapid little taps to your clit. It’s humiliating how tiny the gesture that puts you over the edge is but you paint the toy white regardless.
When the vibrator finally takes a rest you are too far lost in your own little world. Neteyam swaddles you in the cloak and carries you in his arm as you bury into his chest. And conveniently, when you are tucked back in the forest there is no awareness left in you to recognize the sound of launching ships.
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Summary: You know that after the Sully brothers found you, your life will never be the same again. A part of you want to forget about your past and start a new life with this obsessed family, but your past is not very happy about it. No matter where you run, your past hunts you down, and you are not sure if your new protective family can protect you from it.
Warnings: Only this chapter's pairings and warnings, yandere, obsession, possession, kidnapped reader, intense jealousy, being overprotective, brother fight, mild blood, butt slapping as punishment, emotionally hurt Lo'ak, small sized/shaped reader, major (18/21) teen reader/Neteyam/Lo'ak, sorry if i missed anything
A/N: I've changed my narrative to 3rd person. (omniscient narrator? idk exactly the correct English word) I've wanted to see through the reader's mind at first but I've changed my mind. I want to be able show what is going through the minds of the characters. I'll go like this till the end of the series.
Neteyam's highly nervous body relaxed. You could hear his relieved breathing. He closed his eyes and threw his head back a little. He would hide you until he made his mother change her mind. He would find something, anything. But there was no way he would ever let her to hurt you. He didn't think about why he felt that way. What he knew was that he wanted to protect you. Why would hurting you be a solution? It didn't matter how he felt about you or what he thought. For one thing, it was wrong for her to consider an obviously defenseless creature like you as a threat. It was definitely not personal, he told himself.
Lo'ak looked at you pensively from afar.
A new sister.
A human sister.
At last! Spider had a human sister too!
Although he was happy about this, his mother worried him. She never wanted Spider and she saw him as a potential trouble. She had every right to be worried though, but you... She liked you. Yeah, his mother indeed liked a human. Maybe you could have warmed up the coldness between her and Spider, who knew.
But she wasn't the only one who liked you.
Neteyam.
His golden brother Neteyam.
He was about to take you just like he took everything Lo'ak had, wasn't he? And the worst was that their father always blamed him first. Even now. He called his name! By making a clear implication that Lo'ak might harmed you. How convinced he was that Neteyam was the one who was protecting you.
It disgusted him.
He wanted to come to you, take your tiny hand and pull you away from his brother. But after giving his father a brief look, he changed his mind. He let the flowers in his hand slip through his fingers.
You could tell that things weren't so great between him and his dad.
"Follow your mother. We're gonna talk a little here." Jake said.
"Yes, sir." They agreed unwillingly.
Yes sir? Why did they say 'yes sir' to their father? You frowned in confusion and looked at him. Did the Na'vi call their father 'sir'? It didn't sound warm at all. Very, very cold. You hated it.
"What's with the face?" He said amusedly, approacing you. You couldn't notice that your face had turned sour, almost challenging.
You looked at him, feeling like you were stretching your head to the sky, and you couldn't help but be horrified by his huge height. There was a softness in his eyes that contrasted with his hard lines. It spread to his lips. He put his hands up in an attempt to reassure you. "Someone's moody, huh?"
You kept frowning and his smile grew even more.
For a while he communicated only from where he was. He knew that if he approached you, you would instantly try to run. He asked your name, where you came from, your family, every question you could think of, but you didn't answer. He even doubted for a moment whether you understood him or not. But no, you did understood him. You just didn't say a single word. Were you mute? He didn't want to ask that. Not now.
When he took a step slowly, you turned around and jumped forward with all your strength. You knew that he would catch you. But maybe if you veered to the right or left, he would have missed you. What a naive thought it was.
He grabbed you by the arms as soon as you turned your back. He lifted you into the air. Oh, it was really high and you were like a toy in his hands. You kicked the air and whimpered. You wanted to scream, but your breath sticked in your throat. "If you want to get on the ground, promise to behave."
No, you didn't like it.
You wanted to touch the ground, but you didn't want to listen to him. Still, it seemed that you had no choice. You nodded and he gently put you down. He took a step back to give you some room. "That's it, calm down. I just wanna talk before we go."
He put you down only for you to try to run away again.
"Oh, come on!" he hissed.
He grabbed you again and threw you over his shoulder this time. When he slapped your butt, you gasped in surprise. "You're going to cost us a lot of trouble, aren't you?"
Did he just-, did he-
Oh, he did. He did slapped your butt.
You hit him on the back to get him to put you down, you tried to throw kicks, but it was useless. There was nothing you could do but watch the beautiful forest while he took you to his home with big steps. He didn't talk to you. It was a quite trip. But you took this silence as a threat.
What were they going to do to you?
You didn't want to find out, and you clung to his hair with a fear that filled you. And he was confused because it hadn't occurred to him that you could do that. You pulled his hair hard and tried to hurt him as much as possible. You even held his braid, but he definitely didn't like it.
"HSSS!"
You thought he was going to pull you down when he grabbed you by the waist, so you pulled your hands away. Another stupid decision. He put you down, and got on top of you. Of course, he didn't put his weight on you. He grabbed your tiny wrists and pulled you towards his chest. He tied them up from behind. Then he held your upper arms firmly, leaned into your ear. "Be a good girl." he said a little harshly.
He looked at your tiny body trapped in his giant one. You were little. You were a rebel girl who defied him despite her tiny body. Your heart was strong, you didn't listen, you didn't give up hope. "You remind me of my younger self. But not exactly."
He stood up and took you in his arms instead of throwing you on his shoulder. "You also remind me of my younger son Lo'ak. But not exactly."
Silence again. He just walked and didn't speak.
You didn't make a scene. You didn't have a chance to escape anyway. Actually, there never was, but you kept trying.
You didn't know if the time passed quickly or if he was fast, but you got to their home. It was much more beautiful than the part of the forest where you got lost. And there was a family that welcomed you.
"Kiri, look! She's so tinyyy." Tuk jumped where she was and shook her sister's arm. How small the people were! This has always amused her. Your age was probably as old as her brothers', but despite this, your body was the size of a child Na'vi.
"Yeah, she is." Kiri murmured. She couldn't take her eyes off you. She was always in an interaction with Eywa that no one could understand. Your presence ignited this interaction, gave a strange feeling that evoked both heaviness and lightness in her heart. She could feel Eywa 'spinning' around you. The reason for this, unfortunately, was unclear to her.
"You are late." Neytiri said.
"We had some little disagreements." He looked at you. "I guess she didn't like me."
He smiled when you frowned at his last imply.
"So you scared her." Neytiri came closer to took you from Jake's arms. When she realized that your hands were tied behind your back, she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. "Oh, Jake! What did you do?"
She immediately put you down and untied your wrists, and then took you in her arms. "I can't believe you did this. Why?" There was disappointment in her voice, but she was harsh.
"You can't imagine how fierce she is. She's a real troublema-"
"No! It can't be your way."
"No-" Jake gave a deep breath and wanted to explain himself but then gave up. "I'll explain to you later."
Neytiri look at you. How big she was compared to you. She rocked you in her arms, same as she were holding her own child. There was no sign of the woman who considered you a threat a few hours ago. She smiled as she held you carefully.
She smiled.
And she smiled very beautifully.
You didn't realize that a Na'vi could be so beautiful. Obviously, she thought the same thing about you. You were very beautiful, too. She realized this, thanks to Eywa.
"How do you feel, my child?" She raised her head a little, making her voice clear and strong.
You didn't expect her question. You just looked at her and blinked.
"Are you afraid?"
You thought about lying when she looked directly into your soul. Her eyes were really sharp and it scared you so much that you couldn't even hide your true feelings. You nodded slowly.
Neytiri softened her expression. She didn't want you to feel the fear. You were Eywa's gift. "You no longer have any reason to be afraid, my child. You are family now."
She said some things that you didn't understand. She seemed like praying, she closed her eyes and whispered. Others were listening.
"Jake." She opened her eyes when she finished. She put you on the ground and left you with their children. Jake followed her and patted your head when he passed. His hand was much bigger than your head and you thought it would crush you.
Being alone with four Na'vi teen didn't make you feel any better. Your form, which stood ready to run away at any moment, did not help them either. Tuk ran in front of you and grabbed you by the arms. "Don't go, please."
"No, Tuk. Don't do it. She's already so scared." Neteyam saved you from his little sister and pressed you to himself. You hugged his legs like you did before and looked at Tuk.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot that your heart is also tiny."
You didn't want the visibly upset child to feel even worse. You left Neteyam's legs and gently held Tuk's hand. You were a little hesitant about it, but she was just a kid. You felt like you had to be nice to her. When her smile instantly appeared on her face, you smiled a little too. There was something about this girl that cheered you up. You couldn't be angry with her or afraid of her. At least for now, everything seemed to be fine.
"Hey, c'mon, let me take you somewhere you'll be comfortable." Lo'ak couldn't hide the irritation in his voice. Neteyam always had to came forward, right? He always knew the right thing, he was always the leader. Lo'ak had no problem with him being responsible, but he hated the way Neteyam pulled you towards him.
Lo'ak didn't care about his brother or Tuk. He came to you quickly and opened his arms, leaning. "Come here."
"No." Neteyam stretched his arm straight towards Lo'ak's chest and threw a light blow at him, knocking him back. Away from you. "Stay where you are."
Lo'ak's eyes flashed with anger. When he hissed, he pushed his brother and knocked him to the ground. "Why are you the only one who is untouchable?"
"Lo'ak stop!" Kiri shouted and tried to pull him back.
And Tuk scared, he ran to his brother on the ground and checked if he was okay. Yes, he was okay. Neteyam was extremely okay actually. His patience overflowed, he stood up and angrily walked over to Lo'ak. Kiri put her hands on the chests of both of them and pleaded wearily. "Now is not the time!"
Neteyam leaned over Lo'ak's face and hissed. "You're acting like a child."
Lo'ak took a long look at his brother and pushed Kiri to the side.
"Wait, calm down." Although Kiri objected, Lo'ak waved his hand that he was fine and pushed her away softly. He needed to be alone. If he left for a while, he could talk to you.
After he looked at your worried face, he turned around and walked away. There was a place where he liked to spend time alone. Yes, he decided to go there. Maybe one day he would take you there too. A lot of fun together-
"C'mon, put your legs around my waist. Let's get you out of here." Neteyam said.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
What a selfish, two-faced...
Lo'ak's mind, which had barely calmed down, was filled with anger again. But this time with intense jealousy and betrayal. He turned back and grabbed his brother by the shoulder, who leaned down and opened his arms to you. He punched him hard in the face and nearly caused him to fall.
You screamed at what happened and jumped backwards. While Kiri was running to separate the two, Tuk hugged you. You didn't know if she hugged because she was scared.
"What's wrong with you?" Kiri screamed and held Neteyam's face but he pushed her away gently. He touched his bleeding nose and shook his head. "Okay, that's it."
He pushed Lo'ak hard, but he jumped to the other side of his brother before he lost his balance too much. When he wanted to throw another punch, Neteyam grabbed his hand and pushed him hard to the ground.
He pressed his arm against his brother's chest and held him steady. "No, you're not acting. You are still a child."
"What the hell is happening here? Lo'ak?" Jake said.
Neytiri went towards to Tuk and you. She hugged you both. How vulnerable you looked hugged each other. "Oh, my babies."
Neteyam got up on top of Lo'ak and grabbed him by the arm to help his brother, but Lo'ak refused him in anger and got up on his own. They both stood facing their father with their heads down. "What the hell was that about?"
Neteyam, who spoke almost all the time, remained silent. He couldn't say it was because of you. He couldn't take the blame too.
"What did you do to your brother's nose?" he raised his voice.
"Jake." Neytiri called out, pointing at you. She shook her head, meaning not now.
"Alright... We're not done yet." Jake said by looking into Lo'ak's eyes and left.
Neytiri followed Jake, taking you and Tuk. Kiri watched her brothers for a while. They stood quietly and looked everywhere besides themselves. She opened her mouth several times to say something, but gave up.
Soon Kiri left them alone. They weren't sure how long their long silence lasted. But Lo'ak couldn't bear to be alone with him anymore. "Sometimes I hate you."
Not seeing Neteyam's hurt expression, he quickly walked away and left his brother alone.
~DarkNeteyam, explicit content, CNC?? Characters aged up to, 22
~Proofread?- no
~Summary-Neteyam is in love with [Y/n], although they aren't in a relationship.
~Note-Everything that happens is consensual!!! Wanted to make that clear before you read, hope you enjoy it!!
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Neteyam loved a good challenge. He loved being able to showcase his talent, loved hearing the praises everyone would say, “Wow Neteyam you're so advanced for your age!” or, “I think you might be better than your father!” whatever compliment it was he thrived off it.
Neteyam at a very young age understood that one day he’d become the leader of his clan. His father always said, “A strong leader always has a stronger woman behind him,” he took these words into account. He knew if he ever wanted to be a great leader, better than his father he’d need the perfect mate.
He thanked Ewya that his parents never arranged a mate for him, allowing him the freedom to pick his own. Although his parents did push a certain girl. Kya was cute, she was everything a man would want in a mate, submissive, and always did what was asked of her, but Neteyam didn't want that.
He liked fighting, he wanted to break his mate and watch the fight leave their eyes as he finally claimed them as his, he wanted a prize. He’d, of course, treat them with the respect a woman deserves to have, but he knew no girl here would put up any fight. They’d willingly want to come to him, they’d fall to their knees begging for him. This changed when he met you.
You were like a firecracker. Always had something slick to say, never let anyone step all over you, it was a match made in heaven. Neteyam was going to break you, make you regret meeting him, but at the same time save you. Save you from your boring life and show you the real world.
“What are you looking at?” you gave him a stank look, and he smiled, “You,” you just laughed as you got up, “i’m too bad for you, I wouldn't want to taint Toruk Makto’s golden boy.” you walked off swinging your hips.
Neteyam's smile deepened, you truly believed you were worse than him? This was going to be fun.
You were bored. You had the same schedule every day, nothing new, and you were longing for something. Anything to finally make you feel content. You longed for something, and Neteyam was going to make sure you knew it was him.
“Hey, Teyem,” Kya smiled at the boy. Neteyam’s eyes were on you, he watched as you made bracelets, “hi, Kya,” the girl blushed. Usually, the boy only said hi and then left but today he said her name, “I was wondering if you needed help with anything!”
Neteyam looked at her, “Anything?” her breath hitched, “anything,” it came out as a whisper, “Hm, aren't you a good girl always trying to help everyone,” his eyes examined her. Her breathing had become irregular, and her mouth was slightly open. Neteyam would be a fool not to notice how the girl was obviously sexually attracted to him.
Neteyam’s eyes fell back on you, “what do you know about her?” Kya looked at you, “[Y/n]?” the boy nodded, “she’s lazy, she never does anything always moping around,” Neteyam wanted to cut the girl's tongue off for speaking like that towards you, but he wasn't stupid.
A girl like Kya was always noticeable in a group. She was often the leader in situations and if he were to kill her people would notice. But a girl like Kya was also a whore. He saw the way her eyes lingered on his brother or other hunters.
If Neteyam were to make a dumb decision and get with her, she’d be tainted. Ruined by someone else because Neteyam knew Kya was no virgin. But [Y/n], although she claimed to be worse than Neteyam, was fresh meat.
Nobody dared mess with her, she always had a rebuttal. Nobody wanted her because she was a handful, perfect for Neteyam. “I see,” Neteyam stood up and placed a hand on the girl's back, “Thank you, Kya,” he then walked away.
Kya’s eyes lingered on you, what could you possibly have that she doesn't? She wasn't afraid to admit, she wanted Neteyam for his title. Imagine her the next Tsahik, she understood she’d need to put an act on. But Neteyam was always looking at you. She had to get rid of you, make Neteyam understand it was her he wanted.
You played with the water in front of you. You were at peace Pandora was so big, and you thought it was sad you might never get to see all its wonderful parts. You were so gone, you jumped up when you heard sudden movement behind you.
“Who's there?” your heart raced as your eyes searched for something moving, “didn't mean to scare you,” Neteyam came out with his hands up. You rolled your eyes, “If you're here telling me I need to go back you have wasted your time.”
He laughed, “i’m not here for such things,” you looked at him, “Then what are you doing out here?” you didn't believe him. You convinced yourself that you could read anybody, but you found it difficult with Neteyam. “I could ask you the same question.”
You huffed, “I asked first,” the boy came closer, “have you always had such a mouth?” your eyes widened, “have you always been so intrusive?” the boy shrugged, “Maybe.”
“Well, I won't be answering any of your questions,” you turned away from him, “a girl with a mouth like yours needs to be tamed.” you turned to him before charging toward him, “You have no right to say I need to be tamed. I am not some toy-,” he cut you off by putting a hand on your throat. It was a gentle yet firm grip, “let me go.”
It was times like these when you remembered your place, that men's strength was no match for you, and no matter how strong you thought you were they could still overpower you. “Why should I? I’ve been here for only minutes and you’ve been nothing but rude toward me.”
You fought in his grasp, “You know if you really wanted me to let go, you’d fight harder.” The boy's grip became harder, “I know you have more fight in you, but I think you like this.”
His smile was wicked, “you like being helpless at the disposal of me,” you shook your head, “then fight,” you tired but he held you tight. “What I thought.”
You didn't want him to know, that this secretly turned you on. He was the only person to put you in your place, it was rare for anyone to do that.
He let go of you, letting you fall to the floor, “I bet if I were to open you up right now, you’d be wet.”
You coughed as you tried putting distance between yourself and the boy, “Don't run, you know you love this,” you couldn't lie you loved every part of this. You never expected Neteyam to be like this, he was so good at hiding this side of himself.
Neteyam bent down to your level, trailing a finger down your leg, “you're so beautiful,” your breath hitched, “so needy,” he laughed. “No, i’m not,” he looked at your eyes you still had a fire in them.
Other girls would give up by now, but not you. You were determined to fight till the end. “I love how you fight me,” he gripped your ankle pulling you in, “it makes it more fun for when I break you.”
“You won’t break me,” his grip became tighter as his smile deepened, “wanna bet?” his other hand traveled to between your legs, “your soaking.”
You fought back a moan, “There's no point in fighting now, baby,” he caught your clit causing a moan to slip out, “Give in to me, you never have to worry again.”
You threw your head back, “never,” Neteyam nodded, “I’ve always loved a good challenge,” he plunged a finger inside you, “so tight can't wait to fill you up!”
You started moaning, and you couldn't hold it back, “that's right baby,” he picks up speed as he feels you tighten around his fingers. He was going fast and you felt yourself coming near, “slow down,” if anything your words made him go faster, “After you cum on my fingers, you’ll do it on my dick.”
Your eyes widen, as you felt yourself let go. Your body twitched as he let go of you, “open wide,” he brought his fingers to your mouth. You moved his hand as you tried to catch your breath, but he grabbed your cheeks and pushed his fingers into your mouth. “See, it's not so hard is it?”
You choked on his fingers till he finally let go of you. He stood up, “Get on all fours,” you knew why he wanted you to. You shook your head, “That wasn't a request,” you looked into his eyes, “Please, just,” he laughed, “are you begging?”
You couldn't believe it yourself, “I just need time,” you said as you tried to stand up but he pushed you to the ground, “Play with your nipples.”
“What?” you looked at him crazy, “You heard me. If you want time you’ll listen,” it was such a humiliating thing to ask. Yet you still did it, “look into my eyes,” you looked at his eyes, “Look at you, such a slut for me,” you rolled your nipples as he degraded you, “I shouldn't be so nice to you,” he said causing a shiver to roll down your back.
“Please,” you said as he put his foot between your legs, “grind,” it just kept piling up. You did what he asked, “No one will ever see you like this,” you nodded as you felt yourself near, “I’ll give you a week, every night I expect you to edge yourself.” he got down to your level.
“If I find out someone else has touched you, or you’ve come without permission I will fuck you for everyone to see,” you nodded as he stood up and walked away, “be a good girl.”
You laid back thinking about what just happened. That boy was going to be the death of you.
Kya watched as you helped the elders put boxes away, “is that all?” you smiled at them, “Yes, thank you, dear!” you walked out deciding to head somewhere else.
Your mind kept going back to Neteyam. The way he handled you was such a turn-on, you smiled thinking back to it. You did as he asked, besides the no cumming part. What he doesn't know won’t hurt him, you thought as you walked.
As you were walking, a hand pulled you causing a gasp to leave your throat. “What the fuck,” you said yanking the hand away, “if you wanted my attention should've said my name like a normal person,” you looked up at your captor to see Kya.
Kya has an imaginary battle going on with you. Ever since you two were children she always tries to be better than you. She never wins although you don't care enough, you do think it's funny seeing her get all railed up.
“Kya what's your problem this time?” you rub the spot on your arm she yanked you by, it was definitely going to bruise. “Why are you spending time with Neteyam?” you couldn't help but smile. This was over Neteyam?
“Why do you care?” the girl’s nose flared as she spoke, “Please [Y/n], everyone knows me and him are expected to mate,” you shrugged, “I don't keep up with the local gossip.”
“Enough with your remarks! I’m telling you right now stay away from him,” you looked her up and down, “or what? You're going to kill me?” now you probably knew getting her all worked up wasn't the smartest thing but you were bored.
She gasps, “No, I won't kill you, but I’ll do something that makes you wish I did.” you laughed, “Can't wait!” you were starting to get under her skin, “you must be drugged him,” she said, “why would he want a girl like you?”
You didn't know the answer to that, why did he want you? “He obviously doesn't want you, Kya. Grow up fighting me won't make him want you,” she narrowed her eyes at you, “and he so obviously wants you?”
You looked at her funny, “Answer your own question dumbass,” she was becoming increasingly annoying, “I don't know what you did to him, but I promise you I always get what I want.” you turned around flipping her off, “whatever makes you sleep at night.”
The most annoying thing about you was, you didn't care. Kya’s threats were meaningless to you, she knew that. No matter what anyone said, it was like they went in one ear and out the other. She’d never voice this out loud but she was jealous of you.
You didn't need anyone's approval to be happy. Her whole life she’s been fighting for that number-one spot and you don't even try, yet you still got it.
Her parents push her every day to be this amazing girl, who gets all the guys and has all these friends. Your parents love you no matter what. She understood you both had different personalities, your personality was more carefree. You didn't listen most of the time, but Neteyam still wanted you. He doesn't even look her way.
You don't have all the friends she does, you seem happier alone though. You spend your time with the elders, always listening to their stories. She hated you so much she wished she was you.
“Teyem!” she giggled as she watched the boy. He seemed lost in thought but his eyes still looked at her, “Kya,” she smiled, “what are you up to?” he sighed, “Nothing,” Neteyam rarely had a moment to himself. He wanted to kill the girl for interrupting him.
He was imagining what faces you’d make as he fucks you hard. “We should hang out together!” that was the last thing he wanted, “why?” her face flushed, “to get to know each other better, last time we spoke you were asking about that girl-,” he smiled, “what girl?”
Kya smiled, “[Y/n],” She couldn't contain her happiness, maybe she was wrong, and he didn't like you. He sighed, “she's pretty cool,” Neteyam said, “pretty lazy,” Neteyam's head looked at her, “what else is she like,” he smiled at the girl.
“[Y/n] only does things when she feels like it,” Neteyam nodded, “I was just talking with her about how she doesn't deserve a boy like you,” Neteyam’s smile fell, “What?” Kya laughed, “She's so boring, I was only humbling her.”
Neteyam gripped her arm, “what did you tell her?” his gaze became hard. “Huh?” he hit her on the head with his other hand. He dragged her onto a tree. “You better hope she doesn't take your advice.”
The girl cried as Neteyam’s hand grabbed her neck, “Aw why so sad?” he smiled, “Did you touch her?” she shook her head, “No, Neteyam I didn't!”
“So, if I see her, she won't have a mark on her,” her mind goes back to when you were rubbing your arm, “Neteyam I didn't mean to! I was just trying to get her attention!”
Neteyam faked sympathy, “I bet, it was a simple accident,” the girl nodded but Neteyam’s grip got stronger, “let me tell you something,” he looked her up and down, “ever come near my mate again, I’ll rip you limp to limp,” he smiled before letting go.
“I’ll tell everyone! That you did this to me!” she cried from the floor, “did what? They all know you're a whore, these marks on you? They got there because you got too carried away after a fun night, and who are they going to believe? The whore or Toruk Makto’s son?” he smiled before walking away.
“They told me if I keep working hard, I’ll be ready before my birthday!” you smiled at your mother, “My little girl is growing up!” she wiped fake tears from her eyes.
You laughed till you both heard footsteps, “Good afternoon Mrs. [L/n]!” Neteyam said as he flashed a smile, “Neteyam! What a surprise!” you rolled your eyes, thankfully your mother doesn't see. “I was wondering if I could borrow your daughter for a little bit?”
Your mother nodded, “That's alright with me!” you stood up, “See you later mom,” You kissed her and walked ahead of the boy. “Such a good boy in front of others,” you said when the boy caught up to you, “always, my in-laws need to know their daughter is in safe hands.”
You looked at him, “In-laws? So soon?” he laughed, “Oh, you’ll learn with me I like to move quickly,” he nodded, “What if I said no?” he shrugged, “You won’t.”
“How do you know,” he smiled, “because i’m the best thing to happen to you.” you hated how right he was, “You always have to be right,” he nodded, “love a quick learner.”
Once you two were a far enough distance his persona changed, “last time we spoke I gave you two rules to follow,” you nodded, “yet you have a bruise on your arm,” he said which made you smile, “this wasn't from a guy, Kya just grabbed me to hard.”
“I said if I found out somebody else touches you I’d be upset, did I not?” you nodded, “no guy touched me!” he smiled, “somebody could be a girl as well, [Y/n],” you pulled your arm back, “it wasn't like that.”
He was this mad about Kya wait till he finds out you came this week.
“You still broke my rule, so now we're going to play a different game,” he gripped you, “it's called tag,” he smiled, “I’ll give you twenty seconds to run, and if I catch you I can do whatever I want you.”
You smiled, “And if you don't?” he sighed, “I’ll leave you alone forever.” you thought about it. “Deal.”
He smiled, “Better get to running, pretty face.” With that, you immediately booked it.
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HEYYYYY!!! Hope you enjoy this story! So much fun writing about Neteyam in a darker light, hopefully, you all appreciate it!
I love your fics and I am wondering if you could write dark-angst neteyam (aged-up obv).
Maybe in a scenario where the reader does not like neteyam/sees him as a friend and likes someone else, which makes him jealous.
It doesn't have to be nsfw, but I think it will be very fitting considering the theme of the story.
Thank you!
(And once again, I absolutely adore your works)
If I Can’t Have You
neteyam x fem!metkayina reader
content warning: DARK CONTENT, stalking, possessive behavior language and thoughts, yander behavior, characters in early 20s, NSFW, slight choking, reader is scared of neteyam but he never hurts her (in ways she doesn’t like), marking, bite that draws blood, delusional neteyam
a/n: i tweaked this a tad because i’m not a huge fan of dark stuff where feelings aren’t at least somewhat mutual. i did little headcanons for this as well as the actual writing so i wouldn’t have to write the whole ass background. i hope that’s okay! :D
you were unsure how to feel about the sullys when they arrived at your island. you didn’t dislike them, but you weren’t so quick to trust and welcome them as tsireya was. but you’ve always been more apprehensive than her. she sensed this and offered to bring you with her to instruct them a few times so you could see that they meant no harm and you had nothing to fear
this worked for all of the sully children except one. neteyam. he stared at you often. almost as if he was trying to burn holes in your skin. and he always had this unreadable expression on his face, you had no idea what he was thinking
though he put you slightly on edge, you couldn’t help but admire him when he wasn’t staring at you. with others, he was kind, caring, chivalrous, and an excellent big brother to his siblings. not to mention how handsome he is. you found yourself developing a small crush on the version of him others received.
but the difference in treatment made you worry he didn’t like you, which only increased your fear and ensured you kept you mouth shut about your feelings. you decided it was a dead end and tried to move on, no matter how impossible it seemed
unbeknownst to you, neteyam is obsessed with you.
your beautiful curls, your pale teal skin, your soft stripes, your pretty blue eyes, your soft, sweet voice, your nurturing yet protective personality.
he’s entirely smitten, taking to following you around the island when he doesn’t have duties or tasks. seeing you interact with the children, providing a gentle guidance for them. his vision is overtaken with images of you treating your own children in such a way. they then drift to much more detailed thoughts about exactly how those children will be made. but sometimes watching your interactions makes an ugly, vile, rancid feeling bubble in his gut and seep through his body, only when someone was being a little too friendly with you.
seeing someone look at you with a love in their eyes made him want to gouge them out with his bare hands. you’re his.
it all came to a head today, when a boy decided to confess to you and ask you to be his mate.
“please accept my courtship and allow me to become your mate,” the boy spoke confidently. neteyam’s ears twitched before pressing to his skull in anger, tail swishing behind him in his place in the trees.
you sigh sadly, “i’m very sorry, i have feelings for someone else. it would not be fair to you for me to accept your confession when i know i cannot return your affection.”
someone else? neteyam practically seethed in his mind, having to bite his tongue to keep from releasing the hiss that desperately wanted to be heard. now not only does he have to worry about people confessing to you, but also whoever you had feelings for? as he watches the boy walk away, a slump in his shoulders, he feels a sick sense of satisfaction spread through his body before remembering what you said. his eyes fall on your form, watching as you drag your hands over your face and sigh. he was going to get the name of whoever you had “feelings” for out of you. maybe once they’re gone, you’ll finally see how good he can be for you. how perfect you would be together. how happy he will make you.
mixed emotions bounce around your skull as you leave the forest. neteyam doesn’t even like you, yet here you are rejecting perfectly capable potential mates because you can’t get him out of your head. making your way back to your marui, you wallow in self-pity. contemplating all the ways you went wrong, all the possible missteps you too that landed you here. you’re going to end up old and alone because you fell for someone who has no interest in you and can’t get over your feelings. oh how wrong you are.
you lift the flap door of your marui and enter, closing your eyes as you sigh and stretch once you’re safely in the comfort of your home. suddenly, you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist and a callused hand cover your mouth. inhaling sharply, you fear up to scream when slightly chapped lips brush against your ear, “do not scream.” at the sound of the familiar voice, you eyes dart down to the arm wrapped around your body, taking in the dark blue skin. neteyam. when did he get here? you didn’t hear him come in. was he here already? why would he be in your marui?
while questions swirl through your mind, neteyam nuzzles his nose in your soft curls, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin pressed against his and your salty, floral scent invading his senses. everything about you only makes him want you more. the subtle rise and fall of your chest in your surprise, but how well behaved you’re being for him. not squirming, not fighting, not making a single sound. he sighs into your hair, pulling your even tighter against his chest and taking pleasure in the fact that the top of your head only reaches the bottom of his chin.
you’ve calmed down enough to take in your situation. the internal battle of screaming and making a break for it or just melting into his arms wagging in your mind. when the omatikaya man nuzzles into your neck, a deep, loud, rumbling purr rolling through his body, relaxing into his hold takes a small victory. upon feeling your muscles relax, his purr only increases and soft kisses join the nuzzling on your skin. however, you haven’t forgotten the situation you’re in. neteyam has barely spoken to you. you’re not even sure if he knows your name. and now he’s suddenly in your marui, uninvited, with a hand over your mouth and a grip on your stomach so tight your couldn’t bolt even if you wanted to.
“neteyam,” you attempt, but it comes out muffled due to the rough palm covering your lips.
his ears perk up at the sound of his name, yellow eyes darting to your face. through your peripheral vision, you can see how blown his pupils are. soft kisses travel up your neck and jaw until he reaches your ear once more. “yes yawne?”
his voice is breathy, you don’t like how much it affects you. you want to ask what he’s doing, why he’s here, why he’s doing it now, but you don’t want to anger him. you’ve seen how neteyam can be when someone messes with his siblings. you absolutely do not want that anger directed at you. not when you know you can’t overpower him. you must tread lightly, “can you take you hand off?” he hesitates, ears pressing to his head and tail swishing behind him. you muster up your sweetest voice, “please nete’?”
nete’. neteyam almost shivers at the nickname. dropping his hand to join the other wrapped around your middle. you sigh in relief, making sure to keep your sugary tone, “thank you.” he hums into your hair, grinning, the rumble in his throat never ceasing. nete’ nete’ nete’. he loves how it sounds rolling off your tongue.
she’s probably used that voice for others, a small voice in his head points out, for the one she has feelings for. his grin falls, purr stops short, and his grip on you tightens even more, making it slightly difficult to breathe.
you’re unsure what changed, but you’re quick to act. if you keep him happy, he won’t hurt you, right? tilting your head back, you rest on his shoulder, burying your nose in the crook of his neck. he smells like the forest. deep, woodsy, earthy. replicating his earlier actions, you nuzzle his skin and take deep breaths. his purr returns quickly, and he reciprocates your affection with kisses peppered on your head, loosing his grip. neteyam’s heart beating erratically at your display.
with the return of his lovey mood, you feel it’s safe to ask, “what was that about?”
neteyam’s prior plan of coaxing the name from you flew out the window the moment you began nosing at his neck. you must love him too, there’s no other reason for you to be touching him this way. with his rational thought out of order, words begin tumbling from his lips as they cross his mind. “i saw you. earlier. when that boy confessed.”
he did? you think. how could he have? we were in the woods, far from the village. “oh?” you reply. but it’s more of an exhale than a word.
“mmhm,” neteyam shuts his eyes, inhaling the scent of the cleansing balm you use on your hair, “you said you had…” he takes on a slightly darker tone, “feelings. for someone.”
your heartbeat quickens, “i…i did.”
“who.” it’s not a question, it’s a demand.
apparently you hesitate for a moment too long, you’re spun before you can blink. neteyam pinning your back to the wall of the marui, your chest flush with his own. he makes sure you keep eye contact with him by wrapping a callused hand around your neck, thumb and pointer finger tightly squeezing your jaw. you’ve never seen him like this before. he looks…almost feral. dark emotions swirling in his yellow eyes that you don’t recognize. it scares you, but at the same time it makes butterflies swirl in your stomach.
you look absolutely precious pinned beneath him like this. staring up at him with your big blue eyes and a confused look on your beautiful face. he’s sure not to hurt you, he would never hurt you, but he needs you to tell him who you have so called feelings for so he can take care of it and you can be together. his ears twitch when your breath hitches, he can’t help but bring his toned thigh between your legs, pressing the hard muscle to your core. nearly melting when your eye lids flutter at the contact. “who,” he demands, free hand cupping your cheek, tracing the stripes an your face, “tell me.”
“nete’,” your voice is whispy, but your affection is beginning to override your fear.
the man swallows harshly, gritting his teeth as he spits his orders again, “who. do you. have feelings for.” neteyam is losing his patience, grip on your jaw tightening with every punctuation. you breathe out a word. a small, short word that even his elite hearing couldn’t catch. “louder.” he growls.
taking in a shaky breath, you repeat, “you.”
neteyam’s face goes blank. him? you have feelings for him? he never considered that to be a possibility. he assumed you had fallen for a metkayina boy. but once his brain catches up to itself, a blinding grin overtakes his face. his grip on your jaw lightens, but you get only a moment to breathe before his lips are on yours. they’re a little chapped, but still soft. his kiss is passionate, desperate, and his excitement with your answer bleeds into every movement. his hands move to your hips, guiding you to rock against his thigh. the deep purr has returned, but this time it’s met with your soft one. licking his way into your mouth, he groans at your taste. sweet, salty, subtle. his taste is the opposite. savory and slightly bitter.
pulling away, neteyam nearly growls at your flushed expression, purple dusting your cheeks and bringing color to your lips. but he’s no better. your heart beats fiercely against your rib cage. you feel like prey under his gaze. you don’t have to time to navigate whether that sources from fear or attraction, because you’re swiftly lifted into his arms and carried to the bed.
lightly dropping you onto the plush materials, neteyam purrs, “stay.” then makes his way around the marui, making sure all the window and door flaps are secured. if anyone saw you in the positions he plans to put you in, he’s not sure what he would do. after confirming the last flap is tied, he rises and stalks his way over to you. pinning you in place with his gaze. yellow irises don’t leave yours for a second as he joins you in the bed, gently pushing you to lay on your back, following so your faces are never more than an inch or two apart. azure hand moving to cup your face while the other supports his weight.
“you are so beautiful,” he purrs, “my beautiful girl.” a small smile creeps onto your lips involuntarily as you lean into his hand. “we will just have to make sure the rest of the clan knows as well, hmm?” some of the emotions from before swirl back into his eyes. but they don’t overtake them as they did before. the love, lust, and obsession he has for you are dominant. you’re so distracted by his expression that you don’t pick up on his movement until he rips your top clean in half. calmly tossing the scraps of the fabric to the side, then reaching to untie his loincloth. you instantly copy his actions, not wanting your loincloth to receive the same treatment as your top. he traces over your body with half lidded eyes, leaning to capture your lips in a soft kiss, murmuring sweet praise as they come to mind while he trails kisses wherever he pleases.
“so pretty baby,” he coos, making his way from you cheek to your jaw.
“you are the most gorgeous woman i have ever seen,” he purrs into your neck.
“no one compares to you, yawne. no one.” he growls where your neck meets you shoulder. you mewl at his compliments and kisses, but shriek when he bites down on your throat. hard. simultaneously, pushing one of his long fingers into your cunt.
“shh shh shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. it will feel better soon ma love.” he coos. when he rises from your neck, you can see your blood staining his lips. watching as he licks the metallic liquid from his skin with a satisfied grin. bringing his rough thumb to rub circles on your clit.
you should be scared. you should be terrified. you should be screaming bloody murder for help. but, the boy you’ve had a crush on for damn near a year is looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky just for him. like he would do anything for you. like he would fall to his knees and worship the ground you walk on if you asked. and you can’t bring yourself to feel what any normal person would be feeling. fear simply won’t overcome the joy you feel at the reciprocation of your feelings, even if it’s a bit unhealthy. you never though you had a chance with neteyam. now here he is, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your cunt, gazing at you with nothing but infatuation, and marking you up with bites and dark purple hickies so everyone knows you’re taken. is it a crime to enjoy it?
he pushes his third finger into your cunt, scissoring and curling the limbs to relax your walls. cooing when you whine at the stretch, “you can take it baby. i know you can. you were made for me. just for me.” neteyam is obsessed. your expressions of pleasure as he pumps his fingers into you will live in the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. “i think you’re ready for me yawne,” neteyam coos, pulling his fingers from your cunt. shivering when you whine in distaste. so needy, just for him.
neteyam pushes his cock in slowly. he doesn’t want to hurt you. but every little mewl and moan you produce weakens his resolve ever so slightly. the last of his patience slips through his fingers when he buries himself to the hilt in your soft heat, coaxing the most erotic whimper he’s ever heard from your lips. all because of him, for him, and only him. he can’t help but go harder. but you were made for him. sent by eywa herself to be his mate. you can take it. you can take him.
your body jolts with the force of his thrusts, breasts bouncing in time with his harsh movements. the pain subsiding after a little while. neteyam’s eyes are locked on where you meet. watching as his cock enters and exits your cunt, the coating of your arousal on his skin growing each time he pulls out, leaving a thick ring of white around his cock. moaning at the sight, neteyam picks up his pace even more. you’re this aroused for him. no one else. he’s making you feel so good that your slick is dripping down to his balls.
a sweet mewl reaches his keen ears, gaze locking of your expression instead, “nete’…’teyam…’tey ‘tey ‘tey,” you whine, arching your back to push your chest into his.
cooing, he tilts his head, “what is it ma love?” his voice is laced with lust, and something darker you would have picked up on we’re it not for your muddled mind, “use your words.” you try to do as he says, but can’t form the syllables when he hardens his thrusts and begins rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive nub. seeing you stutter and stumble over yourself fills his chest with pride. he’s making you feel so good that you can’t form words. if that’s not a sign you were made for each other, than what is?
leaning over your jolting form, neteyam nuzzles your face with his nose. a seemingly sweet action covering the fact he was trying to drown you in his scent. a knot beings to form in your abdomen, tightening with every thrust and kiss neteyam places on your skin. arching into his chest, white spots begin dancing across your vision. everything becomes blurry as your orgasm overtakes your senses. you feel neteyam’s free hand sliding across your skin to the arch of your back, callused thumb stroking the soft skin there.
your peak hits you like a truck. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, pleasure igniting every nerve in your body. your fists clench and toes curl, chest rising and falling with your frantic breaths. you hadn’t registered the ringing in your ears until it began to subside, neteyam’s sweet coos growing louder with each passing second. rapid blinks bring your vision back to normal, gaze instantly landing on neteyam’s giddy, flushed, lustful expression. harsh thrusts have changed to slow rolls, your dazed irises trail down his body to where you meet, but widen when they find something else.
on your stomach rests your kuru, as well as neteyam’s, intertwined. tsaheylu.
neteyam bites his lip while eyeing where you’re bonded, though the action does little to hide his massive grin. exited, satisfied eyes dart back up to yours before he dives down for a hungry kiss. pulling away, he nuzzles your nose, “you are mine now. as i am yours.” as he pulls back slightly, you can make out the crazed possession in his irises, “we are mated for life. no one can take you from me.”
a/n: im sorry this kinda sucks :/ i was just having such a hard time bc i didn’t outline this like i normally do and it was not going where i wanted.
Can I make a request where the reader is to be mated with Aonung but Neteyam swoops in and steals her away? Bonus points if it's dark 🤤
Thank you!
Replacement (18+ MDNI) —
Neteyam x Fem Metkayina reader
Contains: ⚠️ CNC, dark/rough Neteyam, daddy kink, creampie, impact play, missionary, cheating reader (sorta). Let me now if I missed anything.
Plot: After finding out you're forced to be mated with Aounung, Neteyam does whatever he can to make sure it doesn't happen.
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You had just returned from your 3rd fitting session of the day with Ronal. Her, and many of the older women in the clan won't stop gushing about how you and Aounung would be such "beautiful mates". But in all honesty, you didn't want to be with him in the first place. The marriage was arranged by Aounung's parents and yours. But of course, you had no say in it.
Going through hours of being pricked by needles, pushed around, and squeezed by the attire she'd sewn for you. It felt endless. One outfit after the other, and if that one wasn't 1000% perfect? You had to stand still for Eywa knows how long, as the Tsahík and elders fit their fabrics on you. It was torture.
Exhausted, you stumble back into your Marui. Collapsing on your cot and laying on your back as you deeply sighed. The sound of wind blowing was like a soothing melody as you began to drift into a restless sleep, desperately seeking an escape from the overwhelming reality that'd been forced upon you.
Just as you were beginning to lose consciousness.. "Knock knock?" You hear a voice tap on the wood outside of your Marui. Shooting up from your cot, you quickly shuffle to the door, instantly smiling at who you see. "Neteyam!" You happily sigh, bringing him into a hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He stands still for a second, surprised by the sudden gesture, but still embraces you nonetheless.
Neteyam takes both of your shoulders and tilts your face up to look at his. "Something wrong? You look tired." His that gently holds your chin, runs down your face and rests on the top of your head. You frown, tilting your head with a pout, basically speaking with your eyes. "Was the Tsahík making you try on clothes again?" He let out a small laugh under his breath.
"Yeah," you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Every single day, nonstop. It's so tiring," You huff, turning around to sit on your cot as you burry your face in your knees. "I just want this to end," you groan again. "I didn't even wanna be with him in the first place." You complain about the same thing, for the hundredth time today- almost becoming annoyed with yourself.
Neteyam stood still, body leaning against your wooden walls as he stirred up an idea. "Hey," he starts, voice full of curiosity. "Your father wants just wants you to be mated the Olo'ekytan, right?" He asked. You bring your head up from your knees, peeking up at Neteyam. "Mm- yeah, why?" You mumble with a nod, unsure of what he's getting at.
A sly smirk curls on Neteyam's lips, he knew exactly how to curve you from Aounung. He moves away from the wooden plank, stopping in front of you and kneeling to your level. "W-What is it, Teyam?" You question as your body heat increased, heart beating faster. "Y/n," he sighs. "You do know that I'm going to be Olo'ekytan too, right?" You blink a few times. "Yes.." You reply, staring at him with growing curiosity and anticipation.
"No." You state once you finally understand. "No, I can't do that. My father would never approve, and I'm already expected to be-" He cups your chin, pitying a smile. "It's a shame that I'm not asking. I'm *telling." Neteyam sounds more serious than usual, and it worries you that he actually expects you to go through with this.
Neteyam is picture perfect, there's no doubt about that. He's an amazing warrior, responsible, attractive, muscular, and the list could go on and on. The only problem, is he's basically like family to you. The years you've known each other all you've done was mentor him. Teaching him the Metkayina ways, it almost felt like you were raising him up— which is why it felt so it felt wrong to consider mating with him.
"I-I can't, really Neteyam-" He stops you again. "Didn't you want a way out of this? I'm giving you one, and now you're trying to back out?" He raises his voice as he stood up, causing you to flinch. His large figure is towering over you now, you can see each pore and freckle on his chest.
Looking up at him, you hesitate to speak. "Neteyam, please calm down. I didn't mean to lead you on or anything, I swear." you try to explain, but his patience is visibly running thin.
Neteyam lets out a deep, exhaled sigh. "You may not want this, but you also don't want to be with Aounung, yes?" His voice was melodic and deep. Almost sympathetic.
Barely making eye contact as he loosens his loincloth. You sniffle, nodding in fear. "Mm, that's what I thought." You're practically trembling as you watch him untie his cloth. "I'm your only way out, y/n. It's me or him."
Your ears lay flat in fear. Worried about what he'll do next. "Oh, come on. Don't act all scared now," Neteyam teases. He pulls you closer by your chin, giving a single kitten lick to your neck. "Hmh.." You whine, completely cornered. Neteyam's firm hands wrap around your throat, only gently squeezing. You turn your head and try to avoid his eyes.
He spreads your thighs with his knee, making each move sensual and slow. "Look at me," he hums, weaving his fingers in between your top. You pretend not to hear him, but the slight twitch in your ears gave you away.
"You think you're funny, huh? I said, look at me." Neteyam growls, gripping your chin tighter and forcing it to face him. Your lips quiver, you've no choice but to lock eyes with him. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, y/n."
As his hands travel underneath your top, he groans. Feeling the warmth of your breasts while his index and middle finger roll in between your nipples. Without warning, he rips it your crochet top off. Fully exposing your tits. "Neteyam!" You gasp. "Shut up." He snarls.
After that, he goes for your loincloth. His sharp nails teasing your band before expertly untying it. He completely took his off, as well. Cock standing at attention, pulsing every once in awhile, just waiting to be touched. You reach your hand out, slowly going in for it. You're stopped as he smacks your hand away. "Did I give you permission to touch me?" Neteyam asks, tone stern. "N-No, but—"
He takes you by your neck, throwing you onto the cot as if you were nothing. Your pupils widen as you whimpered, jagged breaths escaping you. "I-I'm sorry, Neteyam. I won't touch you without permission." You whimper, leaning back on your arms as you attempt to shuffle away. He mockingly frowns, stepping over to you.
Your heart rate was at it's peak as he came closer. Crawling on top of you and pinning your arms back. His abs were tense and his breathing was so heavy. You've never seen him this way. Usually he's the sweetest, most careful man ever. But now? He was entirely different.
Your eyes meet each other, and you know he's yearning for something more. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming." He promises "So loud that bitch Aounung will hear." Neteyam shines his fangs, slowly bringing his hands from your arms to your navel. "I bet you'd like that, huh?" He teased, pressing his thumb against your clit. "Mmh! Yes daddy. I-I would like it." You unknowingly mewl. It was almost like he forced the noise from your throat.
He holds his girthy cock with one full hand, making it look bigger than it already was. You gulp again after seeing what was going inside you, squeezing your eyes shut. He sharply inhales before easing his cock in, giving you a few seconds to prepare, before plummetting his dick inside you.
"Oh fuck! Oh f-fuck, stop! Too big, please!" Instinctively, you attempt to push him off. But his so much bigger than you, it was no use. You whine and cry, back arching as your body tries to adjust. "Don't fight it, baby. Take it for daddy, huh?" He shushes you, low moans escaping from him as he pushes the remaining 7 inches in.
Now this felt like actual torture. Like you were being ripped apart, but for some reason your body was begging for more.
Tears well in your eyes while Neteyam's cock stuffs your guts. "Mmmhh, there we go.." He groaned, giving your face a quick slap.
He was rough. And maybe you secretly loved every second. No man has ever made you feel this way. "N-No more," you hiccup. "Please!" His cock pulsed at your cries, only giving him more pleasure while he fucks you out, cock moving out halfway, slamming harder with each thrust.
"Yeah? You like that slut? Tell daddy." He plows into you deeper, your slick juices combined with his precum- making such nasty noises. "I do! I love it daddy!" You struggle another moan, absolutely hating that you're enjoying this. Neteyam holds onto the sides of your ass, clawing into them as his cock drills you. A new stream of tears roll down your face. Breathy sobs and mewls escape from your mouth.
"I like when you cry." He claws deeper, hands clutching the sides of your ass before he smacks it. Leaving faint, flush handprints. "Ah!" You yelp in pain. "You're hurting me, please!"
"Oh, yeah? It's hurting?" Neteyam mocks you again. Grunting as his hips gyrate in you, strokes becoming longer and deeper. You nod as a tear falls. "Yes.."
"It's hurting?" His single second of sympathy was over. His slaps have moved from your ass, to your tits. Leaving a stinging sensation as he pulls your body up— forcing you down on his dick. You scream out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whimper and mewl. "Keep fucking acting like you don't want this," he thrusts once. Making you gasp for the air that's being knocked from you.
Neteyam snakes his hand to your neck, using it to pull you closer. "I'm gonna cum inside your pussy, and leave my scent on you." He whispers, fangs grazing your neck. "Everyone's gonna smell how much of a dirty slut you are." A newfound wave of arousal and pain runs through your body, you knew that you were gonna cum— no, squirt. It was so close, all you could do was stare into his eyes. Pupils fully blown as it builds up.
You cunt squeezes him, almost like a warning. "Daddy, I'm.." You sharply inhale, electricity moving throughout you. "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck!" He growls. Feeling his heavy load finally get ready to spurt. Fill your womb and invade your ovaries. "That's it. Cum on me, I'll cream this tight pussy and make you mine." Neteyam moaned, pulling you closer if it was even possible.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Tigh.. ter
Tight, tight..
Release
"I'm cu- cumming! Oh, fuck, daddy!" You scream, squirting over his cock. It came out like a waterfall, coating your plush thighs, to his balls. Your bodies were synced with each other. And just as you finished, he started.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Take it. Take all my fucking cum." Neteyam moans, pantint as he holds your hips down on him, the veins in his forearms becoming prominent as he dumps his seed into your warm pussy. You cling into him, melting at the sudden warmish feeling in your tummy. "Nghhh.." You softly moan, weary and ready to pass out.
He notices and props your head up to look at him. "Uh uh, don't pass out on me now." Neteyam grins. "You're all mine now, and you have my scent. You know what that means?" Neteyam coos. "Hm..?" You lazily whine.
"I get to do what I want with you. We're mated for life now, y/n." He pulls out. Letting you fall back before moving around to your face. You're met with his still hard cock, the tip getting ready to part your lips as it's still slightly dipped in his cum and yours.
Warnings: dark/yandere-ish Neteyam, aged up characters, more warnings tba
Edit: *Complete Fic is out!*
A/N: I had to put a teaser out cause I’m going crazy. it’s been so hard to write this and editing will = last braincell hanging on by a thread
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You kept calling for your Ikran, Ora, several times but she hasn’t come, not once.
You can’t think of what happened to her as you’re trying your best to hide. Eclipse has fallen by the time you made it deep into the forest and the downpour of rain has caused you to lose your footing twice. You haven’t run this amount in a while. So, you track further until you can no longer take it. You find a low leaf of a tree and hide behind it to catch your breath.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been resting but your ears twitch the second you hear slow steps crunching on the ground. You press your back into the bark of the tree when he calls your name.
“Don’t hide from me. You know I don’t like it.”
You close your eyes and pray to Eywa that he will tread past you. You should have known better though. Neteyam’s a skilled warrior, a hunter. It’s incredibly still and quiet as you exhale slowly to not make your presence known.
Eywa didn’t answer your prayer.
His hand is gripping your arm and pulling you to your feet. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head upwards.
