thank you to all the lovely people that tagged me omg i feel so spoiled @riadreams @heirtothekingdom @normspellsman @eywascall @eclipseatsea ily cuties
this was too much fun
i'll tag @tiredmamaissy @draiochtwrites @uniltaron @reisluts @fleurriee @neteyamslovrr (no pressure ofc and sorry if you have been tagged bf love you besties xoxo)
Why do I have only depression in my recommendations?
Sat down to watch anime. And againâŠThe main character: handsome, charming, smart, ready to help at any second, modest and NEVER PUT HIS OWN LIFE ABOVE SOMEONE ELSEâS! Guess, who suffers the most? Well of course HE.
Oh, Vash, thank you at least you didnât die at the end, otherwise the second round of depression is guaranteed to me đ§Ą
(how to stop drawing Neteyamâs lips to everyone?!)
@uniltaron - you only asked for Kalin but I couldn't help myselfl đ„°
Meet Tsyeym, Neteyam/Reader's daughter from the Cardigan Saga. I need her to step on me, honestly. I love these two so much you don't even know, the fact that you brought them to life means so so much to me baby!!! Enjoy my last 6 hours of work, hahahah.
Meet Kalin, Neteyam/Reader's son from the Cardigan Saga. Kalin will be getting his own fanfic/series soon, because my amazing friend @uniltaron made him the hottest Avatar character, so I can't help myself, and so I had to make him a headcannon board. this took me a lot longer than i'm comfortable admitting to, so enjoy besties x
synopsis: When Neteyam sees you talking to a touchy Metkayina man, he feels the need to remind you and the rest of the world who you belong to.
wc: 3k words
warnings: filthy smut (p in v penetration, fingering, oral - f receiving, squirting, edging, creampie, slight praise kink), slightly mean!neteyam, jealous!neteyam, softdom!neteyam, 18+ minors DNI
na'vi words used: Atan - light (also known as my favourite nickname ever - see illicit affairs for more), tewng - loincloth
a/n: thank you anonnie for the request bc fr i've needed jealous!Neteyam in my life and this came at the perfect time. this HAD to be done as part as the cardigan series. i don't make the rules, i just abide by them, but you don't have to have read it to understand any of it, this is just a nod for my OG besties x
Neteyam had impeccable control over his emotions. Everyone thought so. Everyone said so. The best of both Neytiri and Jake, he was a picture-perfect warrior through and through. Calm and collected in the face of danger, able to stop and analyse every move 3 steps in advance, able to gain perspective in every situation, able to think impartially, able to maintain perspective even in the harshest of circumstances.Â
That was normally. That was normally, but now, as he was watching you smile at the Metkayina Oloâeyktanâs right hand, as he was watching his hand brush the soft lapis skin only he should ever know the feel of, Neteyam felt like a bull in a ring, and the man was tauntingly dangling a red cloth in front of his face.Â
Neteyam assumed the whole damn clan understood you were his⊠you came to the reef people together, didnât you? You were holding on to him when you first met the chieftain and the Tsaâhik. He thought it was pretty fucking obvious. But maybe it wasnât. Maybe he needed to work harder to make sure people knew who you belonged to, who owned your heart, your soul. Your body.Â
His mind was empty as he stalked towards the pair of you, a mission on his mind and a frown on his face. His mouth was tight and his eyes hard as he grabbed you sternly by your arm, and you jumped slightly at the contact, but immediately relaxed as your gaze settled on his beautiful navy body only to again stiffen as you took in his demeanour. He was pissed at you. Neteyam didnât get pissed often. In fact, you think the last time was almost a year ago, back in your clearing in the forest. Not only was he pissed, there was a darkness about him, so atypical, so different.. so fucking hot.Â
You smirked, and you feel butterflies burrowing through your stomach and escaping through the rest of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He was jealous. Neteyam was jealous. You havenât seen Neteyam jealous since he thought you fucked his brother, in a time that felt like a different life ago, and heat was quickly spreading in your womb at the memory of that kiss, your first kiss, so intense, so passionate, so raw. The grip he had on your arm was so tight it was restricting blood flow to your fingers, which prickled painfully, slowly going numb.Â
Oh, this is going to be funâŠ
âAtan, who is your new friend? I donât think weâve met.â His low voice was serious, deadly, not an ounce of his normal, good-natured tone.Â
âThis is Azao Te SoaspxaĂŹ Kuvay'itan. He is chief Tonowariâs right hand man. A mighty warrior.â Strike one. You knew you were pushing your luck, but you couldnât find it in you to care. In fact, you knew pushing your luck now meant getting fucked dumb later, and that was enough motivation for you to egg him on.Â
âI feel like you two should talk. You might have a lot more in common than you think.â You couldnât help the slight amused tone in your voice, couldnât help the small squeal you had to conceal as a cough as Neteyamâs hand was leaving painful purple marks on your now numb arm. His eyes were boring holes in the side of your face, and you also couldn't help yourself from turning around and raising an eyebrow at him. Strike two. A low rumble emanates from deep in his throat, and both your and Azaoâs eyes snap to your mate, who is holding it together with barely concealed wrath.Â
âThat⊠sounds great." Azao's tone was uncertain as he spoke. "Your dad mentioned you were one of the youngest Omatikaya to pass your Iknimaya and Uniltaron. Thatâs very impressive. We can definitely talk more, once I am done with your beautiful sister here.âÂ
Strike three.Â
âAh, Azao. Neteyam is not my brother. Heâs my mate.â You moved subtly, so as to put your body in between the poor man and Neteyamâs, and you felt his chest heaving with each deep breath as it stood flush against your back. Azaoâs rude awakening would have been hilarious to witness if it wasnât for the fact you were genuinely worried for his life. You couldnât blame him for his mistake. You always referred to the rest of the Sully kids as your siblings, and aside from your obvious human features, that you shared with Loâak, Kiri and Jake, you and Neteyam had a distinct resemblance to each other, such as your deeply-contrasted stripes covering your face and your whole body, so much more pronounced than most other Naâviâs, even your siblings'.Â
âI -, I- I thought you said the Toruk Makto is your dad.â You pushed a lock of hair that fell in front of your eyes and scratched the top of your head, laughing awkwardly.Â
âYeah. Itâs⊠complicated.âÂ
âAzao.â Shit. Neteyamâs tone was a blaring warning sign, and you dug your feet more firmly on the ground, using your body as a shield. His hand travelled down onto your own, that he grabbed forcefully. His other hand went to the nape of your neck, that he caressed with barely-there touches, and you shuddered under him. You needed him. Now.Â
âIf you will excuse us, my mate and I have to talk.â He didnât wait for the Metkayina man to answer before he ushered you away, and you turned as best as you could, waving your new friend goodbye.Â
Neteyam didnât stop until you reached a portion of the island that was uninhibited and covered in trees and shrubbery, and soft green moss. You didnât manage to get a single word out before Neteyamâs long, beautiful fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze, knocking the air out of you. Without warning, his lips crash into yours feistily, and his tongue pushes past your lips, hungrily exploring your mouth, and you moan into him, desperate for him to do the same to your needy, sopping cunt. He pushes your head back by the throat, and gives you a warning look, one that should deter you, but instead makes you pant with untamed desire.Â
âYou like playing with fire, donât you, Atan?â he squeezes again, until you whimper and the world starts to slowly fade around you, and the whimpers turn into pathetic moans as he releases his grip and the rush of oxygen makes more slick pool in your now already-damp loincloth.Â
âIâm your brother now, am I? Is that what people think, is this what this tribe thinks?âÂ
âNeteyam, who cares what they think?âÂ
âI obviously havenât done a good enough job in making sure people understand who you belong to.â his hand takes hold of your jaw, bringing it up to look in his eyes. âWho this face belongs to.â His other hand moves down to trail over your body, from your neck to your collarbones, to the swell of your breasts, to the curve of your waist until it reaches your tewng, that he skilfully unwraps and lets fall to the floor, and you whimper slightly as the breeze hits your now uncovered core. His slips his hand in between your thighs, tracing your folds, thumb circling your clit lazily, and you jerk slightly, but he holds you in place with a firm grip on your hips. âWho this pussy belongs to.âÂ
He tilts his head slightly and licks his lips, still eyeing you like how a predator eyes his next meal. âLetâs look at all the offences, shall we? FirstâŠâ he says as he pushes your thighs apart and inserts a slender digit into your drenched core. You gasp at the sudden stretch and try to push your head back, which he prevents with his unrelenting grip on your face. He tsks with a languid shake of his head. âNo, Atan. You will look at me.â he starts a slow pace of his finger, continuing to pump in and out of you while his thumb motions draw more insistent, and the pressure in your core builds, enough to make you pant, not enough to feel release, aching for more, more stimulation, more of him in you.
âFirst, you knowingly let another man flirt with you, and you call him a mighty warrior in front of me, knowing full well what it would do to me.âÂ
âSecondâŠâ he inserts a second finger, scissoring you open, and the mewl you release does nothing to deter him, nothing to stop him. âYou raise your eyebrow at me. You know what happens when you raise your pretty little eyebrows at me, Atan.âÂ
âNeteyam, ple- ah! Please!âÂ
âNo, baby, you donât get to ask for favours now. Iâm not even done yet.âÂ
âThird,â his last digit sinks into you to the knuckle and his three long, slender fingers stretch you out like a fucking dream, filling you in the way you craved and needed, moving at the pace he knew would get you to fall apart around him. âYou allowed him to think that weâre brother and sister. You let him think he had a shot at fucking you. You let him touch your skin, run his fingers down your arm.â
Your breaths were shaky and shallow as you shook your head, as you tried to obey him, tried to focus on keeping your gaze on his, on keeping yourself together, but you couldnât, not when it felt so good, not when the pressure in your abdomen was so tight it was about to explode all around you and all around him. And he didnât want you to keep it together. He wanted you to suffer, and suffer you did when he pulled out of you as you were on the edge of coming on his fingers.Â
âArgh - fuck!â You felt frustrated, and tears started to prick at your eyes, the emptiness you felt in your womb taking a toll on you. He knew your body better than you did. Heâs had so long to learn it, so long to study it, and much like the any other challenge Neteyam tackled, he aced, he became the leading expert in what buttons to push to get you to come, and what buttons to push to drive you to the edge of insanity.Â
âDoes it feel good? You wanted this, right? Wanted to piss me off? Well, AtanâŠâ he removes his hand from your jaw and moves it to your chest, which he pushes softly until you take the hint and move backwards, and he helps you onto the ground, caressing your body as he does, a gentle reminder that he loves you, that he would never purposefully hurt you, that he knows that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain and that, while heâs walking it, you would give into him like you always did, because in the end, he always made it worth your while.Â
âConsider me pissed off.âÂ
His hands move from your ankles upwards, massaging your thighs with each stroke, with each inch traversed, and you almost relax under his touch, the feeling soothing and reassuring, like the calm before a storm. You allowed yourself the respite of closing your eyes and melting on the ground, with rushes of need overtaking you once more. You let out an inadvertent squeal when his tongue licks your pussy from your entrance to your clit, that he sucks on eagerly, making you entire body convulse under him, making you grind on his face, and he lets you, allowing you to coat his lips, chin and nose in your arousal. He continues to do it until youâre ready to come, then stops, once, twice, three times. You have tears running down your face and small, pathetic sobs escaping your lips.Â
âWhyâre you crying, baby? Hmm?â You just whine in response, shaking your head spastically. His mouth closes over your hips and abdomen in several spots, leaving marks and hickeys that you knew everyone will be able to see, including his family. âNeteyam⊠we share a tent with your family, fuck!âÂ
âAtan, I donât care. Itâs obvious I havenât made it clear to the people of this clan that youâre mine. Mine. Itâs time I rectified that. I wonât apologise for marking you up, everyone should know youâre taken.â
He continued his endless, slow, torturous onslaught throughout your whole body, until you had bruises everywhere, until they were as prominent as the little bioluminescent stars adorning your body, until they were battle scars that you would wear proudly, that you would show off enthusiastically, because fuck, you were his. You have been his since the moment you were both born just a couple months apart and youâll be his your whole lives. You loved nothing more than being his.Â
When he reaches you neck, the sucking turns into soft, peppering kisses, and you melt into his touch, cooing slightly as your hands reach over to stroke his hair and push it back behind his ears, that twitch backwards in response.Â
âYouâre mean. But I love you anyway.âÂ
âYou were mean first, Atan. And I love you more. Donât forget that.â You let out a breathy scream as his canines sink into your neck, and you can almost taste the metallic tang of the blood as it makes its way out of your body, as it coats your mateâs tongue when he laps at it like a starved man.Â
âYouâre mine.â He kisses you, roughly and you moan into his mouth as the mixture of your slick and blood on his tongue, in your mouth, makes you dizzy, tightens the coil in your womb once more.Â
âIâm yours. All yours.âÂ
âEvery curve, every moan, and every quiver belong to me, and only me.â
He makes quick work of his loincloth that he tosses carelessly by your side, and you canât help the breathless moans that escape you once his tip prods at your soaked entrance, your cunt throbbing in anticipation, praying that this time, heâll let you finish. Once. At least once. You push into him impatiently, making his length slip into you more and he growls lowly at your mishap.Â
âMove another inch and you wonât be coming tonight.âÂ
Incoherent whimpers are all you are able to contribute in response, and he starts slowly sinking into your needy cunt, the stretch almost unbearable, but oh, so necessary. You can feel his tip grazing your cervix as he bottoms out and his breath hitches in his throat, a frown on his beautiful face as the pleasure takes over him. It takes a while, but eventually his eyes open and you are overwhelmed at their beauty, at the glimmers of light and forest green in the expressive, golden orbs, the one you knew by heart, the one that you dreamt of at night, that were the lights that guided your life, just like you were the light that guided his.Â
âYou drive me crazy, Atan. I can already feel you squeezing me. You always take me so well, donât you, baby? This pretty pussy was made for my cock. Mine.âÂ
You nod enthusiastically, hoping that by doing so heâll forgive you and fuck you until you passed out, the way he always did back in the forest. You missed falling asleep with him still deep in you, his cum dripping down your ass, hidden from view in your favourite cave or your clearing, where no one else could find you, where it was just you and him, forever and for always.Â
âDo you want it, baby? Want me to give it to you?âÂ
âYes! Yes please, oh my God, please!âÂ
He smirks and tilts his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes.Â
âYeah?âÂ
You whimper, frustration taking over you once more. His smirk widens into a full devilish smile and he pulls out slowly, only to ram back into you so hard you get knocked back from the sheer force.Â
âBeg.âÂ
âPlease, Neteyam. Fucking hell, please, Iâm begging you, move! I need you to fuck me, I need your cock so badly, please!âÂ
You felt his groan deep in your soul, electricity running down your spine, pooling in your abdomen, sending sparks everywhere in your body and when he started a rough pace, slamming into you ruthlessly while his balls continued to slap against your folds, while his pelvis put pressure on your clit, it didnât take long for the pleasure to become overwhelming, didnât take long for all the orgasms you were denied to catch up with you. He didnât stop once you came all over his cock, but maintained the same pace until you were shaking and feeling the desire build up yet again, even stronger than the first time.
âRemember whose dick youâre about to squirt on the next time you think of pulling this shit. Let go, Atan. Come for me.âÂ
Another testament to how well he knew you, his words immediately drove you to your release, gushes of liquid spilling out of you as you squirted on him, dripping down his balls and your ass and making a mess out of the ground beneath you.Â
âLetâs see Azao get near you again when you spend the next week with my cum dripping down your thighs. With my smell all over your perfect body.â
And with that, he comes in you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, that he fucks back into you, using his cock like a plug to make certain youâre marked, certain itâs not going anywhere for the time being.Â
Neteyam had impeccable control over his emotions. But just like with everything else in his life, you would always be the exception to his every rule, the one that had absolute power over him, the one that owned his heart, body and soul. The only one.Â
âSo⊠do you like getting fucked by your brother, Atan?âÂ
Iâm doing your Kalin ask atm, Iâm THINKING hard about everything you asked, canât wait to see what amazing new drawings you have cooking up ok LY BYEE đđ
Hey, my babygirl đ
I so need a detailed description of Kalin! only you know how to describe everything in detail, that a person will feel it for himself! I can't wait for FF to create.
I hope you are doing well and work does not bring discomfort and stress! Love you đ
