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[vaniellea]

𑣲 mean!reader with nice!neteyam who surprisingly loves a mean girl

The shallows were warm, knee deep, the water slapping gently against your thighs as you stalked around Neteyam. He was trying—really trying—but it wasn’t enough. 

Not for you.

“Again,” you bit out, arms crossed tight under your breasts. “You’re swinging like a baby. Fix your feet or I’ll put you on your back.”

Neteyam’s jaw flexed, golden eyes flashing, but you caught the way his tail flicked hard behind him. He liked it when you got mean. You always knew he did.

He lunged this time, and you met him fast—bodies crashing, wet skin sliding, arms locking. The water churned around your hips as you twisted, shoving your weight into him. He blocked, barely, but you hooked a leg behind his knee and yanked. He stumbled, grabbing for you on instinct, and suddenly you were pressed flush together.

Chest to chest. Thigh between thighs. His hardening cock trapped against your stomach through his soaked loincloth.

You both froze.

The ocean lapped quietly around you, but the air felt thick, charged. Neteyam’s breathing was rough, his hands still gripping your waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t let go. Your nipples had tightened into hard little peaks under your thin top, rubbing against his chest with every inhale. You could feel him throbbing, thick and hot, the heavy length of him twitching against your skin.

“Pathetic,” you hissed, but your voice came out lower, rougher. You didn’t push him away. Instead you shifted your hips, letting his cock slide against your belly through the wet fabric. “Can’t even handle basic sparring without thinking weird… are you still a teen?.”

Neteyam groaned softly, eyes darkening as they dropped to your tits. The water had made your top almost see through, clinging tight, outlining every curve. His thumbs pressed harder into your waist, sliding down until they brushed the edge of your loincloth.

“You’re the one rubbing up on me!,” he rasped, a secret thrill bleeding into his voice. He rolled his hips once, slowly almost on accident, grinding his cock against you under the water. “Always pushing… always so strict. You know what that does to me.”

The ocean lapped quietly around you, but the air felt thick and awkward. Neteyam’s breathing was rough, his hands still on your waist, and you could feel him twitching against you. Your face burned. You shoved back first, turning away sharply so you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

The rest of the training dragged. You kept your voice lower, less sharp, the mean edge dulled by the heavy tension between you. 

Every drill put you close again. His hands brushing, bodies shifting past each other in the water, his chest grazing your back when he tried to mirror your stance. 

It was constant. 

Too constant. 

Your skin stayed hot even as the water cooled around your legs, and you avoided looking directly at him.

By the time the sun dipped lower, painting the shallows in soft golds, you were both breathing hard from more than just the sparring. 

You stopped in the knee deep water, wiping salt spray from your face, and finally forced yourself to glance at him.

“I… I’ll be nicer next time,” you muttered, the words feeling strange on your tongue. “During training. I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

Neteyam watched you for a long moment, his expression softening even as water still clung to his lashes and ran down his chest. A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips.

“You don’t have to change,” he said quietly, stepping a little closer but not crowding you. “You can be who you are… I don’t mind.”

Your ears flicked back shyly, cheeks warming again under his gaze. You nodded once, quick and small, then lightly punched his arm—barely a tap, more affection than force.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, but there was no bite in it. Just a soft huff of breath as you turned toward the shore, tail swaying behind you.

He chuckled low, falling into step beside you, the awkward heat from earlier settling into something warmer, quieter. 

Something that promised more spars… and maybe more moments like this.

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[vaniellea]

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 will fruit make Neteyams cum taste better?

You and Neteyam had only been official for a couple a few months. 

Everything was still new and a little clumsy. Tonight you were on a quiet date deep in the forest, picking sweet fruits together and sitting across from each other on a soft patch of a blanket on the moss, eating them as the bioluminescent plants glowed around you.

You were nervously rolling one of the big, juicy fruits between your hands. “Sooo… I’ve been wanting to try some new things,” you said quietly, perking your chest and arching your back more than usual.

Neteyam looked up from his fruit, ears perking. “Mhh yes?” he asked, golden eyes curious.

You swallowed. “Would you… be okay if I used my tongue to pleasure you?”

He blinked, then scratched the back of his head, clearly nervous. “Ohhh… sure. If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

You nodded and slowly moved closer. He spread his legs for you as he sat deeper on the blanket. You settled on your knees beside them, looking up at him, then down at his loincloth. Your fingers played with the strings, heart racing. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, leaned forward, and gave you a soft kiss. 

“ of course “ he says with a smile.

Then he lifted his hips to help you loosen the loincloth and pull it down. 

His cock rested soft and heavy against his thigh. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling the warmth. It was still mostly limp as you started stroking — slow, awkward pumps up and down the thick length. You watched your small hand move on him, not really sure if you were doing it right. But slowly it started to grow, swelling and hardening in your grip until it stood thick and heavy.

Neteyam moaned low, head falling back. You kept watching his face, fascinated by every twitch of his expression. He reached down, covering your hand with his much bigger one, and guided you closer to the tip. “It feels better here,” he murmured.

You nodded and focused there, stroking the sensitive head. His breathing got heavier. After a minute he looked down your body. “Are you comfortable showing your breasts?”

You hesitated as you pulled back your hand from his cock, then slowly undid your top. Your breasts spilled out, shaking lightly as you settled your hands awkwardly in your lap. 

Neteyam stared for a long moment.

“Can I use my tongue on them?” he asked.

You nodded, shyly. He moved closer, then took your hand in his, and leaned in. 

His big, soft tongue dragged across one nipple, then the other. It felt strange at first — new and a little awkward — but good. You started whining and moaning softly as he licked and sucked, the warmth of his mouth making your nipples harden. He pulled you closer by the waist with his free hand, then guided your hand back to his now-leaking cock.

You stroked him while he sucked on your tits, switching between them. He got faster, groaning against your skin every time your hand twisted around his tip. His moans vibrated against your chest. Suddenly his body tensed and he came hard, thick ropes shooting over your hand and his stomach.

You pulled back a little, looking at the cum on your fingers. Neteyam’s eyes widened. “Sorry—”

“I like it,” you said quickly. You bent down, your tits shaking with the movement, and lightly licked the tip of his cock where more cum was still leaking out. He twitched hard from the overstimulation.

You shifted to a more comfortable position, lying on your stomach between his legs. His cock was softening on his thigh, cum smeared everywhere — on his balls, down his shaft, across his abs. Neteyam had his head thrown back, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, leaning on his hands.

You picked up his limp cock from his thigh, feeling its heavy, warm weight in your small hand. 

You leaned in and started licking it slowly, dragging your tongue from the base all the way up the shaft, cleaning the sticky cum off his balls and along the thick length. 

But the taste was something you’ve never had before, and you definitely didn’t like it. 

He twitched again under your tongue. You opened your mouth and took the soft cock inside, sucking on it gently at first, letting it rest warm and heavy on your tongue as you bobbed your head slowly. 

You sucked a little harder, swirling your tongue around the head and along the ridges from what you friend said worked best on her mate, feeling it slowly start to swell and harden in your mouth. 

The more you sucked, the thicker and heavier it got, filling more of your mouth as you worked it with wet, sloppy sounds. 

But the strong salty taste kept building, coating your tongue more with every bob of your head, until you finally pulled off with a small grimace, breathing through your mouth.

Neteyam noticed immediately, lifting his head to look at you with soft, concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand and said quietly, “I’m not a big fan of the taste… it’s too salty.”

Neteyam nodded slowly as he brought his hand to your head and stroked it gently. 

He glanced around at the blanket for a bit and noticed all the different fruits that you guys picked together. 

He reached for one of the fruits you’d picked earlier. “Maybe if we do this, would it taste better for you?” He carefully cut a hole through the center, then slid the fruit down over his cock. The soft, wet flesh stretched tight around his thickness, molding to his shape until the tip poked out the other end.

He groaned immediately. “Fuck… it feels really good.” He leaned back on home of his hand, while he used the other to fuck into the fruit a few times before stopping and used both hands to lean back on as he’s catching his breath. “Sorry… I’m gonna cum again,” he laughed breathlessly.

You laughed too, watching him with wide eyes as he fucked the fruit with shallow thrusts of his hips. The wet, squelching sounds of the soft fruit stretching around his thick cock filled the quiet space between you. His abs flexed with every roll of his hips, and his breathing was getting rougher, more desperate.

He told you to move it if you wanted. You took hold of the fruit with both hands and started sliding it up and down his cock slowly at first, feeling how tightly the fruit gripped him. 

You rubbed the head gently every time it poked through the other end, twisting your wrists a little. Neteyam bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but soft groans kept slipping out anyway. His hand stroked your hair gently, almost absentmindedly, as his hips jerked up into the fruit.

Soon his thighs started trembling. He tensed up hard, muscles going tight all over his body. “I’m— fuck—” he gasped, then came hard again. Thick spurts shot deep inside the fruit while more leaked out around the edges, dripping down his shaft and over your fingers. His chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown all the way back as deep groans rumbled out of him with every pulse of his cock.

You pulled the fruit off carefully and set it aside. Then you laid your head on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek while he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry,” he panted, voice hoarse.

“It’s okay,” you said with a soft smile, still lightly stroking his thigh.

After a minute he finally nodded, still breathing heavy. “Okay… I’m ready.” He picked up his spent cock with one hand, still twitching and sensitive, and stroked it a few times. The mix of his cum and the sweet fruit juice made everything look shiny and slippery. You leaned in closer and smelled it first. “It smells sweet.”

He gave you a tired little smile. “Does it?”

You nodded, took his cock into your mouth, and started sucking. The sweet taste was so much better. You bobbed your head slowly at first, getting used to the new flavor, then sucked harder, swirling your tongue around the head and along the ridges. Neteyam groaned deeply, his hand tightening gently in your hair as his hips twitched up into your mouth. 

You kept going, taking him deeper into your mouth with more confidence now that the salty taste was gone. 

The sweet, tangy juice from the fruit coated his cock completely, making every inch taste like ripe, sugary nectar mixed with his natural warmth. 

You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, your tongue pressing and swirling greedily along the thick ridges and around the sensitive head. 

The flavor was so much better — bright, juicy, and addictive — and you found yourself moaning softly around his cock. 

Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the air as spit and fruit juice mixed together and dripped down your chin. You took him as far as you could, stroking the thick base with your hand while your lips stretched wide around him, eagerly working every inch that tasted so sweet.

Neteyam’s breathing grew heavier and more ragged, his hand tightening in your hair. You didn’t stop, sucking faster, licking messily along the underside until his whole body suddenly tensed up hard. 

Neteyam groaned deeply, his hips twitching. His big hand tightened more in your hair and gently but firmly pushed your head down further, guiding more of his thick cock into your mouth. 

You gagged softly as the head nudged the back of your throat, but you didn’t pull away. He held you there for a moment, breathing hard, before letting you up just enough to breathe, then pushing you back down again, fucking your mouth with slow, careful thrusts. You kept sucking through it, tongue working messily, the sweet fruit taste mixing with his leaking precum as you let him use your mouth.

His hand stayed in your hair, pushing a little deeper each time until his whole body suddenly tensed up hard. He came with a deep, shaky moan, laying fully on his back as thick spurts of warm cum spilled across your tongue, mixing with the lingering sweet fruit taste, you pulling off as you choked on the cum.

He eventually drifted off, breathing slow and deep, completely worn out. His cock was still twitching with little aftershocks, leaking the last drops of cum onto his stomach while some was still on your face and dripping down his lap as it softened.

You stayed there for a while, gently cleaning up all the cum — from his skin, from your face, from his softening cock and balls — using soft leaves and the edge of your top. Neteyam slept peacefully the whole time, a small, satisfied smile resting on his lips.

I’m back after 1000 years!

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[vaniellea]

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 will fruit make Neteyams cum taste better?

You and Neteyam had only been official for a couple a few months. 

Everything was still new and a little clumsy. Tonight you were on a quiet date deep in the forest, picking sweet fruits together and sitting across from each other on a soft patch of a blanket on the moss, eating them as the bioluminescent plants glowed around you.

You were nervously rolling one of the big, juicy fruits between your hands. “Sooo… I’ve been wanting to try some new things,” you said quietly, perking your chest and arching your back more than usual.

Neteyam looked up from his fruit, ears perking. “Mhh yes?” he asked, golden eyes curious.

You swallowed. “Would you… be okay if I used my tongue to pleasure you?”

He blinked, then scratched the back of his head, clearly nervous. “Ohhh… sure. If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

You nodded and slowly moved closer. He spread his legs for you as he sat deeper on the blanket. You settled on your knees beside them, looking up at him, then down at his loincloth. Your fingers played with the strings, heart racing. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, leaned forward, and gave you a soft kiss. 

“ of course “ he says with a smile.

Then he lifted his hips to help you loosen the loincloth and pull it down. 

His cock rested soft and heavy against his thigh. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling the warmth. It was still mostly limp as you started stroking — slow, awkward pumps up and down the thick length. You watched your small hand move on him, not really sure if you were doing it right. But slowly it started to grow, swelling and hardening in your grip until it stood thick and heavy.

Neteyam moaned low, head falling back. You kept watching his face, fascinated by every twitch of his expression. He reached down, covering your hand with his much bigger one, and guided you closer to the tip. “It feels better here,” he murmured.

You nodded and focused there, stroking the sensitive head. His breathing got heavier. After a minute he looked down your body. “Are you comfortable showing your breasts?”

You hesitated as you pulled back your hand from his cock, then slowly undid your top. Your breasts spilled out, shaking lightly as you settled your hands awkwardly in your lap. 

Neteyam stared for a long moment.

“Can I use my tongue on them?” he asked.

You nodded, shyly. He moved closer, then took your hand in his, and leaned in. 

His big, soft tongue dragged across one nipple, then the other. It felt strange at first — new and a little awkward — but good. You started whining and moaning softly as he licked and sucked, the warmth of his mouth making your nipples harden. He pulled you closer by the waist with his free hand, then guided your hand back to his now-leaking cock.

You stroked him while he sucked on your tits, switching between them. He got faster, groaning against your skin every time your hand twisted around his tip. His moans vibrated against your chest. Suddenly his body tensed and he came hard, thick ropes shooting over your hand and his stomach.

You pulled back a little, looking at the cum on your fingers. Neteyam’s eyes widened. “Sorry—”

“I like it,” you said quickly. You bent down, your tits shaking with the movement, and lightly licked the tip of his cock where more cum was still leaking out. He twitched hard from the overstimulation.

You shifted to a more comfortable position, lying on your stomach between his legs. His cock was softening on his thigh, cum smeared everywhere — on his balls, down his shaft, across his abs. Neteyam had his head thrown back, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, leaning on his hands.

You picked up his limp cock from his thigh, feeling its heavy, warm weight in your small hand. 

You leaned in and started licking it slowly, dragging your tongue from the base all the way up the shaft, cleaning the sticky cum off his balls and along the thick length. 

But the taste was something you’ve never had before, and you definitely didn’t like it. 

He twitched again under your tongue. You opened your mouth and took the soft cock inside, sucking on it gently at first, letting it rest warm and heavy on your tongue as you bobbed your head slowly. 

You sucked a little harder, swirling your tongue around the head and along the ridges from what you friend said worked best on her mate, feeling it slowly start to swell and harden in your mouth. 

The more you sucked, the thicker and heavier it got, filling more of your mouth as you worked it with wet, sloppy sounds. 

But the strong salty taste kept building, coating your tongue more with every bob of your head, until you finally pulled off with a small grimace, breathing through your mouth.

Neteyam noticed immediately, lifting his head to look at you with soft, concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand and said quietly, “I’m not a big fan of the taste… it’s too salty.”

Neteyam nodded slowly as he brought his hand to your head and stroked it gently. 

He glanced around at the blanket for a bit and noticed all the different fruits that you guys picked together. 

He reached for one of the fruits you’d picked earlier. “Maybe if we do this, would it taste better for you?” He carefully cut a hole through the center, then slid the fruit down over his cock. The soft, wet flesh stretched tight around his thickness, molding to his shape until the tip poked out the other end.

He groaned immediately. “Fuck… it feels really good.” He leaned back on home of his hand, while he used the other to fuck into the fruit a few times before stopping and used both hands to lean back on as he’s catching his breath. “Sorry… I’m gonna cum again,” he laughed breathlessly.

You laughed too, watching him with wide eyes as he fucked the fruit with shallow thrusts of his hips. The wet, squelching sounds of the soft fruit stretching around his thick cock filled the quiet space between you. His abs flexed with every roll of his hips, and his breathing was getting rougher, more desperate.

He told you to move it if you wanted. You took hold of the fruit with both hands and started sliding it up and down his cock slowly at first, feeling how tightly the fruit gripped him. 

You rubbed the head gently every time it poked through the other end, twisting your wrists a little. Neteyam bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but soft groans kept slipping out anyway. His hand stroked your hair gently, almost absentmindedly, as his hips jerked up into the fruit.

Soon his thighs started trembling. He tensed up hard, muscles going tight all over his body. “I’m— fuck—” he gasped, then came hard again. Thick spurts shot deep inside the fruit while more leaked out around the edges, dripping down his shaft and over your fingers. His chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown all the way back as deep groans rumbled out of him with every pulse of his cock.

You pulled the fruit off carefully and set it aside. Then you laid your head on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek while he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry,” he panted, voice hoarse.

“It’s okay,” you said with a soft smile, still lightly stroking his thigh.

After a minute he finally nodded, still breathing heavy. “Okay… I’m ready.” He picked up his spent cock with one hand, still twitching and sensitive, and stroked it a few times. The mix of his cum and the sweet fruit juice made everything look shiny and slippery. You leaned in closer and smelled it first. “It smells sweet.”

He gave you a tired little smile. “Does it?”

You nodded, took his cock into your mouth, and started sucking. The sweet taste was so much better. You bobbed your head slowly at first, getting used to the new flavor, then sucked harder, swirling your tongue around the head and along the ridges. Neteyam groaned deeply, his hand tightening gently in your hair as his hips twitched up into your mouth. 

You kept going, taking him deeper into your mouth with more confidence now that the salty taste was gone. 

The sweet, tangy juice from the fruit coated his cock completely, making every inch taste like ripe, sugary nectar mixed with his natural warmth. 

You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, your tongue pressing and swirling greedily along the thick ridges and around the sensitive head. 

The flavor was so much better — bright, juicy, and addictive — and you found yourself moaning softly around his cock. 

Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the air as spit and fruit juice mixed together and dripped down your chin. You took him as far as you could, stroking the thick base with your hand while your lips stretched wide around him, eagerly working every inch that tasted so sweet.

Neteyam’s breathing grew heavier and more ragged, his hand tightening in your hair. You didn’t stop, sucking faster, licking messily along the underside until his whole body suddenly tensed up hard. 

Neteyam groaned deeply, his hips twitching. His big hand tightened more in your hair and gently but firmly pushed your head down further, guiding more of his thick cock into your mouth. 

You gagged softly as the head nudged the back of your throat, but you didn’t pull away. He held you there for a moment, breathing hard, before letting you up just enough to breathe, then pushing you back down again, fucking your mouth with slow, careful thrusts. You kept sucking through it, tongue working messily, the sweet fruit taste mixing with his leaking precum as you let him use your mouth.

His hand stayed in your hair, pushing a little deeper each time until his whole body suddenly tensed up hard. He came with a deep, shaky moan, laying fully on his back as thick spurts of warm cum spilled across your tongue, mixing with the lingering sweet fruit taste, you pulling off as you choked on the cum.

He eventually drifted off, breathing slow and deep, completely worn out. His cock was still twitching with little aftershocks, leaking the last drops of cum onto his stomach while some was still on your face and dripping down his lap as it softened.

You stayed there for a while, gently cleaning up all the cum — from his skin, from your face, from his softening cock and balls — using soft leaves and the edge of your top. Neteyam slept peacefully the whole time, a small, satisfied smile resting on his lips.

I’m back after 1000 years!

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 mean!reader with nice!neteyam who surprisingly loves a mean girl

The shallows were warm, knee deep, the water slapping gently against your thighs as you stalked around Neteyam. He was trying—really trying—but it wasn’t enough. 

Not for you.

“Again,” you bit out, arms crossed tight under your breasts. “You’re swinging like a baby. Fix your feet or I’ll put you on your back.”

Neteyam’s jaw flexed, golden eyes flashing, but you caught the way his tail flicked hard behind him. He liked it when you got mean. You always knew he did.

He lunged this time, and you met him fast—bodies crashing, wet skin sliding, arms locking. The water churned around your hips as you twisted, shoving your weight into him. He blocked, barely, but you hooked a leg behind his knee and yanked. He stumbled, grabbing for you on instinct, and suddenly you were pressed flush together.

Chest to chest. Thigh between thighs. His hardening cock trapped against your stomach through his soaked loincloth.

You both froze.

The ocean lapped quietly around you, but the air felt thick, charged. Neteyam’s breathing was rough, his hands still gripping your waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t let go. Your nipples had tightened into hard little peaks under your thin top, rubbing against his chest with every inhale. You could feel him throbbing, thick and hot, the heavy length of him twitching against your skin.

“Pathetic,” you hissed, but your voice came out lower, rougher. You didn’t push him away. Instead you shifted your hips, letting his cock slide against your belly through the wet fabric. “Can’t even handle basic sparring without thinking weird… are you still a teen?.”

Neteyam groaned softly, eyes darkening as they dropped to your tits. The water had made your top almost see through, clinging tight, outlining every curve. His thumbs pressed harder into your waist, sliding down until they brushed the edge of your loincloth.

“You’re the one rubbing up on me!,” he rasped, a secret thrill bleeding into his voice. He rolled his hips once, slowly almost on accident, grinding his cock against you under the water. “Always pushing… always so strict. You know what that does to me.”

The ocean lapped quietly around you, but the air felt thick and awkward. Neteyam’s breathing was rough, his hands still on your waist, and you could feel him twitching against you. Your face burned. You shoved back first, turning away sharply so you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

The rest of the training dragged. You kept your voice lower, less sharp, the mean edge dulled by the heavy tension between you. 

Every drill put you close again. His hands brushing, bodies shifting past each other in the water, his chest grazing your back when he tried to mirror your stance. 

It was constant. 

Too constant. 

Your skin stayed hot even as the water cooled around your legs, and you avoided looking directly at him.

By the time the sun dipped lower, painting the shallows in soft golds, you were both breathing hard from more than just the sparring. 

You stopped in the knee deep water, wiping salt spray from your face, and finally forced yourself to glance at him.

“I… I’ll be nicer next time,” you muttered, the words feeling strange on your tongue. “During training. I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

Neteyam watched you for a long moment, his expression softening even as water still clung to his lashes and ran down his chest. A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips.

“You don’t have to change,” he said quietly, stepping a little closer but not crowding you. “You can be who you are… I don’t mind.”

Your ears flicked back shyly, cheeks warming again under his gaze. You nodded once, quick and small, then lightly punched his arm—barely a tap, more affection than force.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, but there was no bite in it. Just a soft huff of breath as you turned toward the shore, tail swaying behind you.

He chuckled low, falling into step beside you, the awkward heat from earlier settling into something warmer, quieter. 

Something that promised more spars… and maybe more moments like this.

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 Nanami feels too much about his pregnant wife

You sigh softly as you rock your daughter in your arms, the nursery dimly lit by a single lamp. 

It’s been weeks since she was born, and your body still feels foreign, because your breasts heavy and swollen with milk, hips wider, soft tummy that jiggles a little when you move. 

Nanami hasn’t touched you since the birth. Not really. A kiss on the forehead here, a gentle hand on your back there. You catch him staring sometimes, but he always looks away.

You notice it more and more. The way he stays late in his office. The way he showers alone. It hurts.

One afternoon you slip into his home office while the baby naps. You’re wearing one of his old button-downs, the fabric straining over your fuller chest.

“Kento,” you say softly, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you think about having another kid someday?”

He glances up from his papers, adjusting his glasses. His expression is gentle but distant. “We just had her. You’re still healing. There’s no rush.” He gives you a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and goes back to work. Dismissed. Again.

That night is worse.

Your daughter fusses for almost an hour, latching and unlatching, crying against your sore nipple. You finally get her to feed properly, but by the time she’s done and back in her crib, your breasts are throbbing with pain. 

They feel so full it’s almost unbearable, hot and tight under your tank top. You whimper as you press a hand against one, trying to ease the pressure, a little milk leaking through the fabric.

Nanami walks in from the hallway, still in his sleep pants, hair slightly messy. He sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, face scrunched in discomfort.

“You’re in pain,” he states, voice low. He sits beside you, brow furrowed. “Let me help.”

You hesitate, cheeks warm, but nod. He carefully pulls your tank top down, freeing your heavy breasts. They’re bigger now, veins visible under the skin, nipples dark and sensitive. Nanami stares for a long moment, something unreadable in his eyes, then leans in.

His mouth closes around one nipple gently. The relief is instant when he starts to suck. You moan softly, hand flying to the back of his head as warm milk flows into his mouth. He swallows, then sucks harder, one large hand cupping the underside of your breast, kneading it to help the flow.

“Ah—Kento…” you whimper, thighs pressing together. The sensation is so intense—relief mixed with sharp pleasure that shoots straight between your legs. He switches to the other breast, sucking deeper, tongue swirling around your swollen nipple. Milk drips down his chin and onto your stomach.

He pulls back after a while, breathing heavier, lips glossy. Your breasts feel lighter, but your pussy is aching now, soaked through your panties.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper, voice shaky. “Since I changed…”

Nanami’s eyes darken. He looks at your body—soft tummy, full hips, leaking breasts—and something in him finally cracks.

“I didn’t know how to tell you how much I still want you,” he mutters, voice rough. “How fucking beautiful you are like this.”

Then he’s on you.

He pushes you back onto the bed, mouth crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. His hands roam greedily—squeezing your softer hips, palming your heavy tits until more milk leaks out. You mewl into his mouth as he yanks your panties down, spreading your thighs wide.

“Been so patient,” he groans, freeing his thick cock. It’s rock hard, flushed dark at the tip. He rubs it against your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick. “But I need you. I really do.”

He pushes in with one deep thrust, stretching your still-sensitive walls. You cry out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders. He’s so thick, filling you completely, the slight looseness from birth making it easier for him to bottom out.

“Fuck— so wet,” he pants, starting to move. His thrusts are deep and steady at first, but quickly grow harder, more desperate. The bed creaks as he fucks you, one hand kneading your breast while the other grips your hip. Milk leaks with every rough snap of his hips, making a mess between you.

You whimper and moan beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist. “Kento— ahh— too deep—”

“You can take it,” he growls, accentuating each word with a thrust. “This body carried my daughter. It’s mine. All of it.”

He flips you onto your hands and knees, pulling your ass up and slamming back in. The new angle makes you sob into the pillow, pussy clenching around his thick girth as he pounds into you. His balls slap against your clit with every thrust, wet and obscene. 

Your softer tummy and breasts jiggle with the force of it, and Nanami seems obsessed, hands gripping your flesh tighter like he can’t get enough.

You cum hard first, walls fluttering and squeezing him as you moan his name brokenly. Nanami follows right after with a low groan, burying himself deep and filling you with thick, warm ropes of cum.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his chest, both of you panting and sweaty. His hand gently strokes your stomach, then your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’re even more beautiful now. I won’t hold back anymore.”

You smile tiredly and cuddle closer, his cum slowly leaking down your thigh as you drift off in his arms.

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[vaniellea]

how are you doing honey?

Hiii sorry just now got to this! Sorry I haven’t been posting! My grandma sadly passed also in the hospital after trying her very hardest and my birthday came up the day after... I want to say I’m okay but I’m just so stressed from everything, financially, mentally, physically. Then school is coming up and now it’s “ I need this money to provide for my siblings “ from “ I want to get my own apartment “. I had ONE friend remember my birthday. I had to remind everyone else. I am officially 21 now thooooo and I can legally drinkkkk ayeeee but now I’m depressed and stressed about how imma pay rent yay

How are you doing??

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 Neteyam and his “ friend “ fucking.

Having sex with a Na’vi is the best feeling ever. 

Their cocks are inhumanly huge, thick and their tongues— so soft and big, warm and textured —Neteyam especially knows exactly how to use his. He can make you cum just from licking between your legs for only a few minutes.

You moan softly under your breath as you jot down another measurement on your tablet, the sterile sound of the lab’s equipment doing nothing to drown out the irritation that you’re gonna be here for another hour doing tests. 

You’re supposed to be doing routine vitals on him right now. 

He’s sitting on the reinforced exam table, long blue legs dangling, tail flicking lazily behind him. You’re in your white lab coat, the top few buttons undone because it’s stupidly hot in here, and you’re rambling about your day like usual.

“…and then ray nearly chewed me out because I mixed up the soil samples again, but honestly, after dealing with those idiots in the greenhouse all morning, I just wanted to—”

You pause mid sentence. Neteyam isn’t listening. His golden eyes are locked on your chest, pupils blown wide, the bioluminescent freckles on his cheeks glowing faintly. He’s staring at the soft swell of your cleavage like he wants to bury his face in it.

“Neteyam,” you say, half warning, a smirk tugging at your lips.

He doesn’t even pretend to be ashamed. “You’re talking too much,” he murmurs, in his fathers birth language, his thick Na’vi-American accent curling around the words. 

One large hand reaches out slowly, fingers brushing the side of your breast through your thin shirt, thumb stroking right over your nipple until it pebbles under his touch. “Come here.”

He grabs you by your small waist with his huge hands and pulls you close to him, your legs stumbling a little as he pulls you close.

Then he leans down, letting his huge mouth closing over your small nipple through the fabric on your top, sucking hard, leaving a wet stain from his mouth on your shirt. The wet heat of it makes you gasp despite being through your shirt, a sharp moan slipping out as your hands grip his shoulders. 

Your eyes dart to the lab door, heart racing. You tap his arm quickly. “Someone will see, Teyam—” you manage between soft moans, the words shaky.

He just hums against your chest, but doesn’t stop. 

Instead he tugs your shirt and coat down a bit roughly, exposing your breast fully, watching them jiggle from the pressure for a small moment. Then his mouth latches on again, his big, soft tongue swirling around your small nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. You moan louder, throwing your head back, the contrast of your tiny nipple against his huge tongue making your thighs press together.

As he keeps sucking, lavishing attention on your tits, one of his hands guides yours down to his lap. He wraps your small fingers around the thick bulge under his loincloth, using his much larger hand to move yours over it, stroking him through the material. You feel him throb under your palm, already so hard.

He lifts up from your nipple with a wet pop, your tits shaking from the motion. Your eyes meet his—golden and dark with hunger—as you keep rubbing him, your small hand working over his massive length.

As you keep rubbing him, your small hand working over his massive length, you press your palm firmer against the thick outline, feeling every heavy throb and ridge through the thin loincloth. 

Your fingers trace up and down the impossible girth, barely able to wrap halfway around even through the material, squeezing and stroking in slow, teasing glides guided by his much larger hand. 

He’s so warm, pulsing under your touch, the sheer size making your core clench with anticipation as you work him harder, twisting your wrist a little on the upstroke just to hear the way his breath hitches.

Neteyam’s hips twitch up into your hand, a low rumble building in his chest while he watches your small fingers struggle to please him. 

You keep going, rubbing faster now, feeling him swell even more under your palm, the fabric growing damp from his leaking precum.

“Fuck… I’m close,” he groans, voice thick with his Na’vi accent, hips shifting up into your touch. He moves your hand aside just enough to pull his loincloth down, freeing his cock. It springs out heavy and huge against his lower stomach. Then his hand comes to the side of your face, gently guiding you toward his lap.

You look at it up close, eyes wide at how big it is—thick, ridged, the head already glistening. 

You lean in slowly and take him into your mouth, struggling right away. Your lips stretch wide, jaw aching as you try your hardest to force the fat head past them. 

He leans back on the table, propped on his hands, watching you with a little smile, those golden eyes half lidded.

“You got this,” he whispers.

You roll your eyes and laugh around his cock, the sound muffled and vibrating against him. Soon you get used to it, your saliva coating his length and making it more slippery, mixing with his precum. You bob your head as best you can, taking a little more each time, hands stroking what your mouth can’t reach.

He’s moaning softly now, trying to keep quiet so you don’t get caught. “Pull your tits out,” he whispers.

You do, taking your free hand to struggle with your top and bra down but once you pull them down just enough for your breast to pop out, you let them bounce free as you keep sucking. 

He watches them shake and jiggle with every movement of your head—how small they are compared to his hands, how they bounce in different directions. It’s better than touching them right now, the sight driving him crazy. 

His hips twitch, and suddenly he’s cumming—thick, warm ropes flooding your mouth. Half goes down your throat and you swallow what you can, the rest spilling out and dripping down to his balls.

Neteyam groans, a deep rumbling sound, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good. But hurry, baby. Switch to your avatar before someone comes.”

You pull off with a wet pop, strings of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his still throbbing cock. Looking up at him through your lashes, you laugh breathlessly, still stroking him with both hands with all the energy that you had left, the skin on his cock moving with your hands in sync as his cum is still shooting out here and there. 

“Mmmh… don’t feel like it.”

Neteyam’s eyes flash with something dark and hungry. He pulls you up into a messy kiss, his huge tongue sliding against yours, tasting the mix of his cum and your spit still on your lips. The kiss is deep and claiming, his big hands cupping your face as he groans into your mouth.

Then his hand slips down, sliding right into your pants and under your panties. His thick fingers find your soaked clit immediately, rubbing slow, firm circles that make your hips jerk. “Then can I fuck you in this body?” he whispers hot against your ear, a small laugh in his voice that turns into a moan as he feels how wet you are, his fingers gliding easily over your swollen nub.

You open your mouth to answer, breath shaky, but before the words come out he slides one thick finger inside you with a low smile. The stretch burns so good it hurts, your tight human walls clenching hard around just one of his fingers. Your knees go weak instantly, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you sag against him. He catches you easily, that finger pushing deeper, curling inside you while you tremble.

He kisses along your ear, tongue tracing the shell. Then he pulls his finger out slowly, leaving you empty and aching. “You think you can take me?” he whispers, voice thick.

You nod with teary eyes, already desperate.

He guides you to the exam table, turning you so your stomach presses against the cool surface, ass facing him. He yanks your pants and panties down to your ankles in one motion. You hear him stroking his still hard cock behind you, the wet sound of his hand moving over his slick length making you clench.

He tries to push the fat head in, but it won’t fit, your hole resisting. He traces his thumb over your stretched folds, soothing, then slowly slides two thick fingers inside instead. He leans over you, big body covering yours as those two fingers start fucking you in deep, steady thrusts that make wet, obscene sounds echo in the lab.

You’re moaning and crying at how good it feels, the stretch so intense your legs shake. “Teyam—” you whimper, tears slipping down your cheeks. 

He pulls you up suddenly so your back is flush against his warm stomach, one strong arm wrapped around your waist while his fingers keep pumping into you. Your hand flies back, scratching at his arm as you turn into a moaning mess, tits bouncing freely with every thrust of his hand.

“Shhh, yawne,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop, fucking you harder with those fingers until your juices are dripping down your thighs and falling onto your panties bunched at your ankles.

He lays you back down on the table, pulling his fingers out. This time he lines up his cock again, pushing the thick tip in. You wince hard at the burn, and he pulls out immediately, breathing heavy. Using both thumbs, he gently spreads your puffy hole wider, then pushes in again—slow, relentless. The head pops inside and you moan louder, the stretch making your eyes roll back.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he groans, accent thick, one hand pressing over your mouth as he rocks deeper. Inch by inch he works his massive cock into your tiny human pussy, the bulge visible low in your belly. 

Your tits shake against the table with every shallow thrust, nipples hard and sensitive. You try to move your hips down to try to get away from him just a little but he grips them tight, holding you still so he can control every deep slide.

The wet sounds are filthy—your juices coating his cock and dripping down, soaking your panties below. Every ridge drags against your walls, making you sob and clench around him.

“That’s it… taking me so good,” he pants, hips snapping a little harder. “So small… so tight around me.”

You come first, crying out against his hand as your pussy spasms wildly around his huge length. The squeeze pushes him over the edge too—Neteyam growls low, burying himself as deep as your body allows and filling you with thick, hot ropes of cum. It spills out around where you’re stretched around him, dripping messily onto your panties and thighs as he keeps rocking through it, milking every drop.

You stay like that for a moment, panting, his cock still twitching inside you, your body trembling from the overwhelming fullness.

The next morning you called into work, claiming a headache and some lingering muscle strain from “field samples.” Roberson, bought it easily enough. 

The truth was simpler: you could barely walk straight after last night in the lab, your body deliciously sore and aching in all the ways, bruises from Neteyam’s grip already blooming on your hips.

Now you’re face down on the soft woven mat in your private quarters, completely naked, the morning light filtering through the woven walls. 

Neteyam’s huge hands are on you, warm and careful as he massages your lower back. His thumbs press deep into the tight muscles just above your ass, working out the knots with slow, firm strokes that make you melt into the mat.

You let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut. “Right there… fuck, Teyam, that feels so good.”

He hums, the sound low and pleased, his large palms sliding lower, kneading the curve of your ass before drifting back up. 

Every press of his fingers sends little sparks through your sensitive body, reminding you exactly how deep he’d been inside you just hours ago. His tail brushes lazily against your floor, bioluminescent spots glowing softly along his skin.

The door curtain shifts without warning.

“Oh look, it’s my favorite couple,” Kiri’s voice sings out, amusement clear as she steps inside carrying a small basket of herbs.

You both freeze. Neteyam’s hands stay on your lower back, while you turn your head just enough to see her grinning.

“We’re just friends,” you say quickly, the words tumbling out at the same time Neteyam mutters, “Friends, Kiri.”

She pauses, then laughs, bright and knowing, ears flicking. “Rightttt. And I’m just here to deliver pain relief herbs to my brother’s friend who definitely didn’t spend all night getting her back… worked on.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she sets the basket down. “You two are terrible at secrets, by the way. The whole village has bets going.”

Neteyam’s ears pin back slightly, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips as his thumbs keep working your sore muscles, bolder now that the secret’s half out. “Go away, Kiri.”

Kiri rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “Fine, fine. Just… use protection next time? Or whatever you sky people do. Ouuu also, what is it called in English again… step sister??” She winks at you before slipping back out, the curtain falling shut behind her.

The second she’s gone, you bury your face in your arms, a mix of embarrassment and laughter shaking your shoulders. 

Neteyam chuckles above you, then leans down so his broad chest presses against your back. His breath tickles your ear.

“Friends, huh?” he murmurs, that thick accent curling around the words. One of his hands slides between your thighs from behind, fingers teasing your still swollen folds. “After you cried on my cock so sweetly last night? After you took every inch like such a good little scientist?”

You whimper, hips twitching back against his touch despite the soreness. “Shut up...”

He laughs softly and nips at your shoulder, tongue soothing the spot right after. His fingers circle your clit lazily, not pushing for more yet, just keeping you on that sweet edge while he keeps massaging your lower back with his other hand. The dual sensation makes you mewl into the mat, pussy already growing wet again for him.

“Mm. Then let your friend take care of you properly today,” he whispers, shifting so his hardening cock rests heavy against the back of your thigh. “Since you’re too sore to work… I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow either.”

You bite your lip, smiling into your arms as his fingers dip inside you again, slow and careful, stretching your tender walls while his free hand kneads your ass.

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[vaniellea]

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 Neteyam and his “ friend “ fucking.

Having sex with a Na’vi is the best feeling ever. 

Their cocks are inhumanly huge, thick and their tongues— so soft and big, warm and textured —Neteyam especially knows exactly how to use his. He can make you cum just from licking between your legs for only a few minutes.

You moan softly under your breath as you jot down another measurement on your tablet, the sterile sound of the lab’s equipment doing nothing to drown out the irritation that you’re gonna be here for another hour doing tests. 

You’re supposed to be doing routine vitals on him right now. 

He’s sitting on the reinforced exam table, long blue legs dangling, tail flicking lazily behind him. You’re in your white lab coat, the top few buttons undone because it’s stupidly hot in here, and you’re rambling about your day like usual.

“…and then ray nearly chewed me out because I mixed up the soil samples again, but honestly, after dealing with those idiots in the greenhouse all morning, I just wanted to—”

You pause mid sentence. Neteyam isn’t listening. His golden eyes are locked on your chest, pupils blown wide, the bioluminescent freckles on his cheeks glowing faintly. He’s staring at the soft swell of your cleavage like he wants to bury his face in it.

“Neteyam,” you say, half warning, a smirk tugging at your lips.

He doesn’t even pretend to be ashamed. “You’re talking too much,” he murmurs, in his fathers birth language, his thick Na’vi-American accent curling around the words. 

One large hand reaches out slowly, fingers brushing the side of your breast through your thin shirt, thumb stroking right over your nipple until it pebbles under his touch. “Come here.”

He grabs you by your small waist with his huge hands and pulls you close to him, your legs stumbling a little as he pulls you close.

Then he leans down, letting his huge mouth closing over your small nipple through the fabric on your top, sucking hard, leaving a wet stain from his mouth on your shirt. The wet heat of it makes you gasp despite being through your shirt, a sharp moan slipping out as your hands grip his shoulders. 

Your eyes dart to the lab door, heart racing. You tap his arm quickly. “Someone will see, Teyam—” you manage between soft moans, the words shaky.

He just hums against your chest, but doesn’t stop. 

Instead he tugs your shirt and coat down a bit roughly, exposing your breast fully, watching them jiggle from the pressure for a small moment. Then his mouth latches on again, his big, soft tongue swirling around your small nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. You moan louder, throwing your head back, the contrast of your tiny nipple against his huge tongue making your thighs press together.

As he keeps sucking, lavishing attention on your tits, one of his hands guides yours down to his lap. He wraps your small fingers around the thick bulge under his loincloth, using his much larger hand to move yours over it, stroking him through the material. You feel him throb under your palm, already so hard.

He lifts up from your nipple with a wet pop, your tits shaking from the motion. Your eyes meet his—golden and dark with hunger—as you keep rubbing him, your small hand working over his massive length.

As you keep rubbing him, your small hand working over his massive length, you press your palm firmer against the thick outline, feeling every heavy throb and ridge through the thin loincloth. 

Your fingers trace up and down the impossible girth, barely able to wrap halfway around even through the material, squeezing and stroking in slow, teasing glides guided by his much larger hand. 

He’s so warm, pulsing under your touch, the sheer size making your core clench with anticipation as you work him harder, twisting your wrist a little on the upstroke just to hear the way his breath hitches.

Neteyam’s hips twitch up into your hand, a low rumble building in his chest while he watches your small fingers struggle to please him. 

You keep going, rubbing faster now, feeling him swell even more under your palm, the fabric growing damp from his leaking precum.

“Fuck… I’m close,” he groans, voice thick with his Na’vi accent, hips shifting up into your touch. He moves your hand aside just enough to pull his loincloth down, freeing his cock. It springs out heavy and huge against his lower stomach. Then his hand comes to the side of your face, gently guiding you toward his lap.

You look at it up close, eyes wide at how big it is—thick, ridged, the head already glistening. 

You lean in slowly and take him into your mouth, struggling right away. Your lips stretch wide, jaw aching as you try your hardest to force the fat head past them. 

He leans back on the table, propped on his hands, watching you with a little smile, those golden eyes half lidded.

“You got this,” he whispers.

You roll your eyes and laugh around his cock, the sound muffled and vibrating against him. Soon you get used to it, your saliva coating his length and making it more slippery, mixing with his precum. You bob your head as best you can, taking a little more each time, hands stroking what your mouth can’t reach.

He’s moaning softly now, trying to keep quiet so you don’t get caught. “Pull your tits out,” he whispers.

You do, taking your free hand to struggle with your top and bra down but once you pull them down just enough for your breast to pop out, you let them bounce free as you keep sucking. 

He watches them shake and jiggle with every movement of your head—how small they are compared to his hands, how they bounce in different directions. It’s better than touching them right now, the sight driving him crazy. 

His hips twitch, and suddenly he’s cumming—thick, warm ropes flooding your mouth. Half goes down your throat and you swallow what you can, the rest spilling out and dripping down to his balls.

Neteyam groans, a deep rumbling sound, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good. But hurry, baby. Switch to your avatar before someone comes.”

You pull off with a wet pop, strings of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to his still throbbing cock. Looking up at him through your lashes, you laugh breathlessly, still stroking him with both hands with all the energy that you had left, the skin on his cock moving with your hands in sync as his cum is still shooting out here and there. 

“Mmmh… don’t feel like it.”

Neteyam’s eyes flash with something dark and hungry. He pulls you up into a messy kiss, his huge tongue sliding against yours, tasting the mix of his cum and your spit still on your lips. The kiss is deep and claiming, his big hands cupping your face as he groans into your mouth.

Then his hand slips down, sliding right into your pants and under your panties. His thick fingers find your soaked clit immediately, rubbing slow, firm circles that make your hips jerk. “Then can I fuck you in this body?” he whispers hot against your ear, a small laugh in his voice that turns into a moan as he feels how wet you are, his fingers gliding easily over your swollen nub.

You open your mouth to answer, breath shaky, but before the words come out he slides one thick finger inside you with a low smile. The stretch burns so good it hurts, your tight human walls clenching hard around just one of his fingers. Your knees go weak instantly, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you sag against him. He catches you easily, that finger pushing deeper, curling inside you while you tremble.

He kisses along your ear, tongue tracing the shell. Then he pulls his finger out slowly, leaving you empty and aching. “You think you can take me?” he whispers, voice thick.

You nod with teary eyes, already desperate.

He guides you to the exam table, turning you so your stomach presses against the cool surface, ass facing him. He yanks your pants and panties down to your ankles in one motion. You hear him stroking his still hard cock behind you, the wet sound of his hand moving over his slick length making you clench.

He tries to push the fat head in, but it won’t fit, your hole resisting. He traces his thumb over your stretched folds, soothing, then slowly slides two thick fingers inside instead. He leans over you, big body covering yours as those two fingers start fucking you in deep, steady thrusts that make wet, obscene sounds echo in the lab.

You’re moaning and crying at how good it feels, the stretch so intense your legs shake. “Teyam—” you whimper, tears slipping down your cheeks. 

He pulls you up suddenly so your back is flush against his warm stomach, one strong arm wrapped around your waist while his fingers keep pumping into you. Your hand flies back, scratching at his arm as you turn into a moaning mess, tits bouncing freely with every thrust of his hand.

“Shhh, yawne,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop, fucking you harder with those fingers until your juices are dripping down your thighs and falling onto your panties bunched at your ankles.

He lays you back down on the table, pulling his fingers out. This time he lines up his cock again, pushing the thick tip in. You wince hard at the burn, and he pulls out immediately, breathing heavy. Using both thumbs, he gently spreads your puffy hole wider, then pushes in again—slow, relentless. The head pops inside and you moan louder, the stretch making your eyes roll back.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he groans, accent thick, one hand pressing over your mouth as he rocks deeper. Inch by inch he works his massive cock into your tiny human pussy, the bulge visible low in your belly. 

Your tits shake against the table with every shallow thrust, nipples hard and sensitive. You try to move your hips down to try to get away from him just a little but he grips them tight, holding you still so he can control every deep slide.

The wet sounds are filthy—your juices coating his cock and dripping down, soaking your panties below. Every ridge drags against your walls, making you sob and clench around him.

“That’s it… taking me so good,” he pants, hips snapping a little harder. “So small… so tight around me.”

You come first, crying out against his hand as your pussy spasms wildly around his huge length. The squeeze pushes him over the edge too—Neteyam growls low, burying himself as deep as your body allows and filling you with thick, hot ropes of cum. It spills out around where you’re stretched around him, dripping messily onto your panties and thighs as he keeps rocking through it, milking every drop.

You stay like that for a moment, panting, his cock still twitching inside you, your body trembling from the overwhelming fullness.

The next morning you called into work, claiming a headache and some lingering muscle strain from “field samples.” Roberson, bought it easily enough. 

The truth was simpler: you could barely walk straight after last night in the lab, your body deliciously sore and aching in all the ways, bruises from Neteyam’s grip already blooming on your hips.

Now you’re face down on the soft woven mat in your private quarters, completely naked, the morning light filtering through the woven walls. 

Neteyam’s huge hands are on you, warm and careful as he massages your lower back. His thumbs press deep into the tight muscles just above your ass, working out the knots with slow, firm strokes that make you melt into the mat.

You let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut. “Right there… fuck, Teyam, that feels so good.”

He hums, the sound low and pleased, his large palms sliding lower, kneading the curve of your ass before drifting back up. 

Every press of his fingers sends little sparks through your sensitive body, reminding you exactly how deep he’d been inside you just hours ago. His tail brushes lazily against your floor, bioluminescent spots glowing softly along his skin.

The door curtain shifts without warning.

“Oh look, it’s my favorite couple,” Kiri’s voice sings out, amusement clear as she steps inside carrying a small basket of herbs.

You both freeze. Neteyam’s hands stay on your lower back, while you turn your head just enough to see her grinning.

“We’re just friends,” you say quickly, the words tumbling out at the same time Neteyam mutters, “Friends, Kiri.”

She pauses, then laughs, bright and knowing, ears flicking. “Rightttt. And I’m just here to deliver pain relief herbs to my brother’s friend who definitely didn’t spend all night getting her back… worked on.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she sets the basket down. “You two are terrible at secrets, by the way. The whole village has bets going.”

Neteyam’s ears pin back slightly, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips as his thumbs keep working your sore muscles, bolder now that the secret’s half out. “Go away, Kiri.”

Kiri rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “Fine, fine. Just… use protection next time? Or whatever you sky people do. Ouuu also, what is it called in English again… step sister??” She winks at you before slipping back out, the curtain falling shut behind her.

The second she’s gone, you bury your face in your arms, a mix of embarrassment and laughter shaking your shoulders. 

Neteyam chuckles above you, then leans down so his broad chest presses against your back. His breath tickles your ear.

“Friends, huh?” he murmurs, that thick accent curling around the words. One of his hands slides between your thighs from behind, fingers teasing your still swollen folds. “After you cried on my cock so sweetly last night? After you took every inch like such a good little scientist?”

You whimper, hips twitching back against his touch despite the soreness. “Shut up...”

He laughs softly and nips at your shoulder, tongue soothing the spot right after. His fingers circle your clit lazily, not pushing for more yet, just keeping you on that sweet edge while he keeps massaging your lower back with his other hand. The dual sensation makes you mewl into the mat, pussy already growing wet again for him.

“Mm. Then let your friend take care of you properly today,” he whispers, shifting so his hardening cock rests heavy against the back of your thigh. “Since you’re too sore to work… I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow either.”

You bite your lip, smiling into your arms as his fingers dip inside you again, slow and careful, stretching your tender walls while his free hand kneads your ass.

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 Megumi accidently lets his shadow self out…

⤷ Warnings: anal

You mewl softly in your half asleep haze, the room dark and quiet except for Megumi’s steady breathing beside you. 

He’d come home exhausted after another brutal mission, collapsing into bed without even changing his clothes fully. 

You didn’t mind. You just curled up against him like always, his arm slung loosely over your waist.

But something shifts behind you.

A warm body presses against your back, solid and familiar. Lips—soft but hungry—find the nape of your neck, kissing lazily while a hard cock grinds against your ass through your thin sleep shorts. 

You sigh, still drifting between sleep and wakefulness, assuming it’s Megumi getting needy in his dreams. 

But the kisses grow more desperate, teeth grazing your skin, and a large hand slides down your stomach, tugging your shorts and panties down your thighs in a few unshaking moments, as the shorts and underwear catch on your hips but they eventually slide past them and to your ankles.

You whimper as the thick head of a cock rubs against your bare pussy, already wet from the teasing. It pushes in slowly, stretching you open with a perfect, and veryyy familiar girth. 

A low groan vibrates against your shoulder as the person starts fucking you in deep, lazy thrusts that make the bed creak softly. You’re still half asleep, moaning quietly into the pillow, hips rocking back instinctively to take more.

“Mm… Megumi…”

Suddenly the covers are ripped away.

Megumi’s awake now, eyes wide with confusion and a flash of hurt. “What the fuck—”

He freezes. You blink, turning your head, still impaled on the thick cock. The shadow version of Megumi is behind you—same messy black hair, same sharp features, same intense eyes—thrusting lazily into your dripping pussy like he belongs there.

Both of you stare for a second.

Then realization hits.

“It’s… your shadow,” you breathe, a confused little laugh bubbling out of you.

Megumi’s face goes from jealous rage to pure embarrassment in half a second. “I must’ve summoned it in my sleep. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

You both start laughing, the absurdity cutting through the tension. 

But the shadow doesn’t stop though. It keeps moving inside you, slow and deep but very lazy as it lays his head in the back of your neck and grabbing your breasts, making your laugh melt into a breathy moan as it hits a sweet spot.

Megumi watches, eyes darkening. He pulls the covers back over the three of you, hiding what’s happening from the rest of the empty room. “You look like you’re feeling good,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and something else. “Just… keep quiet.”

You nod, biting your lip as the shadow fucks you a little harder under the blanket, its hips snapping against your ass. 

The bed starts rocking steadily. Your moans grow louder despite your efforts, soft and needy. Megumi lies there watching your face for a while, but the longer it goes on—the wet sounds, the way your tits bounce under your shirt, the way you’re whimpering his name—the more his jaw clenches.

He gets jealous.

“Move,” he mutters to the shadow. It listens, still buried deep as Megumi shifts closer. He pushes your leg higher and pushing his boxers down, pulling out his cock just enough and lines up his own cock right against where the shadow is already stretching you. 

You gasp as he starts pushing in too.

“Fuck— it’s too much,” you whine as you slightly push megumi back, but your pussy clenches greedily around both thick cocks forcing their way into the same tight hole. The stretch is intense, burning so good that tears prick your eyes. Both Megumis groan at the feeling, your walls clamped around their shared length.

“That’s it… taking both of us,” the real Megumi pants, starting to thrust. The shadow matches his rhythm, and soon they’re fucking your pussy together in deep, messy strokes that make you sob and shake between them.

Your juices coat both cocks, dripping down your thighs as they ruin you. You’re a moaning mess, nails digging into Megumi’s arm while the shadow grips your hip from behind, pulling them up so it can get a better angle. 

After a while, Megumi pulls out, breathing hard. “You can leave now.”

But the shadow misunderstands and pulls out with a wet pop and slides back in, but this time it aims higher—pressing the slick head of its cock against your ass. 

You moan loudly as it pushes into your tight hole, stretching you open while Megumi watches with dark eyes. 

Megumi leans in and kisses you messily, swallowing your cries as his shadow pounds into your ass from behind. One of his hands slips between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit while the thick cock stretches your other hole so perfectly.

You come hard between them, shaking and crying out, pussy gushing as the shadow keeps thrusting deep into your ass. Megumi groans against your mouth, stroking himself until he spills over your stomach, marking you while his shadow fills your ass with warm cum.

The three of you stay tangled under the covers, panting. Megumi presses a soft kiss to your forehead, the shadow slowly fading away as his control returns.

“Next time I’m too tired,” he mutters with a tired smirk, “wake me up before you let my shadow fuck you.”

You just laugh breathlessly and cuddle closer, body deliciously used and satisfied.

“ but I liked it “ 

Sorry this is so rushed, I’ve been really busyyyyy

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 You're still getting familiar with how big neteyam is 

You were still getting used to how big Neteyam was.

Not just his height—though everyone knew the forest prince towered over most Metkayina warriors—but the sheer size of him. His broad shoulders, thick arms, powerful thighs… and especially the heavy, ridged cock that hung between them. 

Even after weeks of courting (and the few stolen nights you’d already spent tangled together), your body still fluttered with nervous heat every time he pressed against you. 

He was so much thicker than the Metkayina boys you’d known before. So much longer. Like he was built to ruin you.

Tonight was no different.

The marui was quiet, the bioluminescent kelp curtains glowing soft teal and violet. Neteyam had you on all fours near the edge of the woven sleeping mats, your tail flicking wildly behind you, your cheek pressed to the cool floor. Your ass was high in the air, back arched deep, slick already coating your thighs. He knelt behind you, one large hand smoothing reverently down your spine.

“Easy, yawne,” he murmured, voice low and rough with want. “I’ve got you.”

You felt the blunt, swollen head of his cock nudge at your entrance—already so wet for him—and you whimpered. He was barely inside and you already felt full.

He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching your tight walls until your eyes rolled back. A broken moan left your throat. He was so deep already, and he wasn’t even halfway.

“Fuck—Neteyam—”

“Shh. Breathe.” His hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above your tail. “You can take me. You always do.”

When he finally bottomed out, the breath punched out of your lungs. You swore you could feel him in your belly.

He started moving in very slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, letting you adjust. But the angle… gosh, the angle in this position let him reach places that made your vision spark white. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, and soon your arms were shaking, your moans turning high and desperate.

Neteyam groaned behind you, the sound guttural. “So tight… so perfect for me. Look at how you swallow my cock, fuck.”

You tried to stay still. You really did. But when he angled his hips and drove in harder, the head of his cock kissing so deep you felt it in your gut, your body reacted on instinct. You lurched forward, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pressure, your pussy clenching hard around him as if to push him out.

His cock almost slipped free completely, glistening with your slick.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled from Neteyam’s chest.

“Where are you going?”

His hand shot out and wrapped firmly around the base of your tail—right where it was most sensitive. You cried out as he yanked you back, slamming you onto his cock in one brutal thrust. The sudden fullness punched a scream out of you. He was all the way in now, buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed tight against your clit.

“Why are you trying to run from me, yawne?” he snarled, voice dark with lust. He wrapped his hand your tail like a leash and started pounding.

The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the marui. Each thrust was powerful, possessive, driving so deep you could feel your belly bulge slightly with every stroke. You were drooling against the mat, eyes glazed, tongue lolling as he fucked you.

“Neteyam—! Too deep—ahh—!”

“You can take it,” he panted, never slowing. “Please take it, for me.”

Your walls fluttered wildly at his words. He knew exactly what that did to you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He leaned over you, chest to your back, hips snapping relentlessly. One hand slid under you to press against your lower belly, feeling the way his cock moved inside. “Feel how deep I am? Gonna put - fuck…gonna give you another kid, baby.  Can i?… hm? Want you swollen with my baby, yawne. You look so pretty with a swollen belly..”

You sobbed in pleasure, pushing back to meet his thrusts now, greedy for every inch. His knot was already starting to swell at the base of his cock, catching on your entrance with every stroke.

He grabbed your tail tighter, using it to pull you back onto him harder. His other hand reached around to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

“Come for me,” he growled against your ear. “Then I will, I promise.. I’ll knot baby, I promis...”

Your orgasm hit —your whole body seizing, pussy gushing around his cock as you screamed his name. Neteyam snarled, thrusting through your climax before shoving his swelling knot deep inside with a final, brutal snap of his hips.

It popped in, stretching you impossibly wide, locking him in place. You felt the hot, heavy pulses as he came, his thick ropes of cum flooding your womb, so much it made your belly feel tight and full. He kept grinding against you, milking every drop, groaning your name.

“That’s it… take every drop. My perfect girl.”

You whimpered weakly, trembling under him, stuffed so full you couldn’t move. His knot throbbed inside you, keeping all his seed right where he wanted it.

Neteyam pressed soft kisses along your shoulder, his hand gently stroking your tail now that he had you right where he wanted.

“Fuck… I love this” he teased, voice warm and drained with affection and satisfaction.

You could only moan softly in response, clenching around his knot as another weak aftershock rolled through you.

You were completely addicted.

Helloooo, it’s been a while! Thank you to everyone and your wonderful messages in my last post, I’m feeling alot better but much sicker! Everything is still so complicated but I won’t rant this time! I hope you enjoyed.

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[vaniellea]

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 You're still getting familiar with how big neteyam is 

You were still getting used to how big Neteyam was.

Not just his height—though everyone knew the forest prince towered over most Metkayina warriors—but the sheer size of him. His broad shoulders, thick arms, powerful thighs… and especially the heavy, ridged cock that hung between them. 

Even after weeks of courting (and the few stolen nights you’d already spent tangled together), your body still fluttered with nervous heat every time he pressed against you. 

He was so much thicker than the Metkayina boys you’d known before. So much longer. Like he was built to ruin you.

Tonight was no different.

The marui was quiet, the bioluminescent kelp curtains glowing soft teal and violet. Neteyam had you on all fours near the edge of the woven sleeping mats, your tail flicking wildly behind you, your cheek pressed to the cool floor. Your ass was high in the air, back arched deep, slick already coating your thighs. He knelt behind you, one large hand smoothing reverently down your spine.

“Easy, yawne,” he murmured, voice low and rough with want. “I’ve got you.”

You felt the blunt, swollen head of his cock nudge at your entrance—already so wet for him—and you whimpered. He was barely inside and you already felt full.

He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching your tight walls until your eyes rolled back. A broken moan left your throat. He was so deep already, and he wasn’t even halfway.

“Fuck—Neteyam—”

“Shh. Breathe.” His hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above your tail. “You can take me. You always do.”

When he finally bottomed out, the breath punched out of your lungs. You swore you could feel him in your belly.

He started moving in very slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, letting you adjust. But the angle… gosh, the angle in this position let him reach places that made your vision spark white. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, and soon your arms were shaking, your moans turning high and desperate.

Neteyam groaned behind you, the sound guttural. “So tight… so perfect for me. Look at how you swallow my cock, fuck.”

You tried to stay still. You really did. But when he angled his hips and drove in harder, the head of his cock kissing so deep you felt it in your gut, your body reacted on instinct. You lurched forward, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pressure, your pussy clenching hard around him as if to push him out.

His cock almost slipped free completely, glistening with your slick.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled from Neteyam’s chest.

“Where are you going?”

His hand shot out and wrapped firmly around the base of your tail—right where it was most sensitive. You cried out as he yanked you back, slamming you onto his cock in one brutal thrust. The sudden fullness punched a scream out of you. He was all the way in now, buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed tight against your clit.

“Why are you trying to run from me, yawne?” he snarled, voice dark with lust. He wrapped his hand your tail like a leash and started pounding.

The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the marui. Each thrust was powerful, possessive, driving so deep you could feel your belly bulge slightly with every stroke. You were drooling against the mat, eyes glazed, tongue lolling as he fucked you.

“Neteyam—! Too deep—ahh—!”

“You can take it,” he panted, never slowing. “Please take it, for me.”

Your walls fluttered wildly at his words. He knew exactly what that did to you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He leaned over you, chest to your back, hips snapping relentlessly. One hand slid under you to press against your lower belly, feeling the way his cock moved inside. “Feel how deep I am? Gonna put - fuck…gonna give you another kid, baby.  Can i?… hm? Want you swollen with my baby, yawne. You look so pretty with a swollen belly..”

You sobbed in pleasure, pushing back to meet his thrusts now, greedy for every inch. His knot was already starting to swell at the base of his cock, catching on your entrance with every stroke.

He grabbed your tail tighter, using it to pull you back onto him harder. His other hand reached around to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

“Come for me,” he growled against your ear. “Then I will, I promise.. I’ll knot baby, I promis...”

Your orgasm hit —your whole body seizing, pussy gushing around his cock as you screamed his name. Neteyam snarled, thrusting through your climax before shoving his swelling knot deep inside with a final, brutal snap of his hips.

It popped in, stretching you impossibly wide, locking him in place. You felt the hot, heavy pulses as he came, his thick ropes of cum flooding your womb, so much it made your belly feel tight and full. He kept grinding against you, milking every drop, groaning your name.

“That’s it… take every drop. My perfect girl.”

You whimpered weakly, trembling under him, stuffed so full you couldn’t move. His knot throbbed inside you, keeping all his seed right where he wanted it.

Neteyam pressed soft kisses along your shoulder, his hand gently stroking your tail now that he had you right where he wanted.

“Fuck… I love this” he teased, voice warm and drained with affection and satisfaction.

You could only moan softly in response, clenching around his knot as another weak aftershock rolled through you.

You were completely addicted.

Helloooo, it’s been a while! Thank you to everyone and your wonderful messages in my last post, I’m feeling alot better but much sicker! Everything is still so complicated but I won’t rant this time! I hope you enjoyed.

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[vaniellea]

𑣲 You and Aonung have your first kisses 

You and your mate Aonung are literally the slowest couple in the whole village. Like, painfully slow. 

Everyone you grew up with has already crossed multiple lines like kissing, touching, all those messy lewd things you try not to think about when the girls start giggling around the fires at night. 

You’d think the cocky, egotistical man who flirts with you every single day by pulling you against him, calling you his pretty little reef princess, smirking as if he owns the ocean would be smooth about this stuff. 

The best kisser, obviously.

But nope.

It’s been months since you became official mates and you still haven’t even kissed. Not really. Not once. 

You were curled up between his legs on the old woven mat you’d dragged out here, back pressed to his warm chest, his arms looped loose around your waist. 

His chin rested heavy on your shoulder, breath tickling your skin while one of his fingers traced lazy circles along your arm. 

The bioluminescent plankton pulsed soft blues and violets around your feet, lighting up the shallows.

“You’re thinking too loud again,” he mumbled, the way it gets when it’s just the two of you. “What’s going on in that head of yours tonight?”

You bit your lip, fingers twisting in the edge of your blanket. Heat crept up your neck. “Just… us. Everyone else is so far ahead already. Tsireya and Lo’ak disappear every chance they get. Even Rotxo’s got someone now. And we’re still… here. Like this.”

Aonung went quiet for a moment, then let out this soft huff of a laugh. He nuzzled closer, lips brushing the side of your neck in that way that always makes your stomach flip. “You saying I’m slacking?” Another kiss, slower this time, right below your ear. “I can fix that, you know.”

You shifted around in his arms until you were facing him, knees bumping his. Moonlight caught on the stripes across his shoulders and the way his jaw tightened a little. He looked so much like the future Olo’eyktan—big, strong, that arrogant tilt to his head—but up close? You could see the nerves flickering in those teal eyes.

“That’s not what I mean,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushed one of his stripes and he leaned into it like he couldn’t help himself. “We’ve been mates for a while, Aonung. You flirt… a lot …. You hold me all night, pull me into the water, act like you can’t keep your hands off me… but we haven’t kissed. Not even once.”

His ears flicked back. For a second the great, untouchable Aonung actually looked flustered, his cheeks darkening just a touch under the glow. He swallowed hard, big hands settling careful on your hips.

“I didn’t want to rush it,” he admitted, voice scratchy. “Never done this before. Not with someone who actually… matters. All the flirting? That’s easy. But this?” His thumb grazed your bottom lip, so gentle it made you shiver. “What if I’m bad at it? What if you hate it?”

Your chest went soft and warm. You smiled, scooting closer until you were basically in his lap, forehead almost touching his. “You? Bad at something? Mr. I’m-perfect-at-everything?” You teased, but your voice came out shaky. “I won’t hate it. I just… I want to feel it. With you.”

He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face like he was still waiting for you to change your mind. Then something clicked. His expression melted into that soft, rare look that’s only ever for you.

“C’mere then,” he breathed.

Aonung cupped your face with both hands, palms warm and a little rough from the sea. He leaned in so slow it hurt, eyes dropping to your lips then flicking back up like he needed permission. You gave it by closing the last inch.

The first touch was barely anything—just a soft press, hesitant, like he thought you might break. His lips were warm, a little chapped from the sun, tasting like salt and the sweet berries you’d split earlier. You felt him tremble, just barely, and that did something stupid to your heart. You kissed him back, tilting your head, fingers sliding into his curls, and he made this quiet little sound in his throat.

He got bolder after that, kissing you deeper but still so careful, like he was memorizing every second. One of his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against him, and you melted right there in the sand. When you finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, you were both breathing hard. Aonung’s eyes were half closed, this shy, crooked grin spreading across his face.

“Eywa…” he whispered, voice all husky. “That was… yeah.”

You laughed, soft and giddy, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth just because you could now. “The slowest. But I don’t mind. We’ve got all the time in the reef.”

He grinned bigger then—the real one, bright and a little crooked—and nuzzled his nose against yours. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.” His arms stayed tight around you as the glowing waves kept pulsing. You stayed tangled up like that for ages, trading soft kisses and quiet laughs between the whispers.

Slow was okay. Because after that he hasn’t stopped kissing you yet...

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Aonung te Tsika’u Tonowari’itan NSFW Content

By: @pandoraslxna

Eating out - mean, bratty Ao’nung turns into a begging mess for you - no title dom! ao’nung + edging + enemies to lovers - Thigh Riding - Titty fucking - Piercings

Salt on my skin - Ao'nung is as mean as he is attractive. Too bad you're supposed to focus on his strict lessons and not his stupidly hot body.

By: @vaniellea

First time mating with Aonung - giving aonung his very first blowjob

win stupid prizes - you fuck around and find out what happens when you do too much By: @aominiii

NOT MY NAME. - metkayina reader accidentally calls aonung neteyam during the deed By: @imeow33

Spine kisses - Aonung isn't done yet. By: @shadeofpeach

shut me up - aonung, the sharp-tongued future olo’eyktan, is expected to fall for someone sweet and obedient—so naturally, he’s obsessed with you, the only person who tells him to shut up. By: @dasvidny4

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Neteyam Sully NSFW Content

mine, mine, all-fucking-mine - where neteyam is jealous by the fact you looked at another man by: @mwahsullys

Neteyam always finds a way to fuck you and his dad is tired of it. - by: @vaniellea

[vaniellea]

𑣲 You and neytiri relate when it comes to a sully

When they told you mating with a Sully would be your worst mistake, you didn’t believe them until now.

You’re sitting in the ashes of what used to be your clan’s home, the acrid smell still clinging to everything that won’t wash off. 

The marui that survived are half burned, hanging crooked on their vines, and the ground beneath you is black and brittle. 

Days have blurred together since the sky people came and wiped it all away—your family, your friends, the life you thought you’d build here. And Neteyam… your Neteyam. Gone in a flash of fire and human metal. Shot down like he was nothing.

His mother is the only one who’s really been here. Neytiri. She’s made it her quiet mission to hover close, like if she lets you out of her sight you might fade into the smoke too. 

Everyone else is scattered—numb, rebuilding what little they can, or lost in their own grief. But she keeps coming back. Bringing water you barely sip, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders when the night chill sets in, sitting with you in the heavy silence.

You stopped crying a few hours ago. The sobs tore through you for what felt like forever, ugly, until your throat burned and your eyes swelled shut. Now there’s just this dull, empty stare fixed on the charred wall across from you. Nothing moves inside. 

Neytiri shifts beside you, her tail flicking once before curling tight behind her. She’s close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from her skin, but she doesn’t crowd. Not yet. Her sore eyes watch you with a deep, aching knowing only a mother carries—the kind that’s seen too many bodies returned to Eywa before their time.

“Ma’ite,” she murmurs, voice rough, she’s been swallowing her own pain to make room for yours. She reaches out, hesitant at first, then rests her calloused hand on your knee. “You do not have to speak. But I am here. The emptiness… it feels endless right now, yes?”

You don’t answer. Just keep staring at that wall, where a half melted bead string—maybe one of yours, maybe his—hangs limp. Neytiri’s fingers tighten gently, grounding.

“I remember the first time I saw him look at you,” she continues softly, almost to herself. “My Neteyam. So strong, so sure of everything… but with you, he—… softened. He thought I did not notice.” A faint, broken sound escapes her—something between a sigh and a sad laugh. “Foolish boy. Mothers always notice.”

Her hand moves up to your shoulder, pulling you in until your head rests against her. You don’t resist. The fight’s gone out of you anyway. She smells like him and ikran feathers and something faintly floral, the way the jungle used to before everything burned.

“It is too soon,” she whispers into your hair, her voice cracking just enough to show the cracks in her own armor. “You are both so young. You should have had seasons upon seasons… together… laughing by the river, weaving your first shared hammock, watching the stars and making promises Eywa would hear. Not… this...”

You feel her chest hitch, but she holds steady for you. One hand strokes slow circles on your back, the same way she must have soothed Neteyam when he was small and the world felt too big.

“Grief does not ask if you are ready,” she says. “It comes  and leaves you changed. Some mornings you will wake reaching for him. That is the price of loving this deeply, little one. But you will not pay it alone. I will sit with you in the dark. I will remind you of his smile when the memories hurt too much to hold. I will be here when the tears come back… and when they dry up again, like now.”

She tilts your chin gently with her fingers, forcing those dull eyes to meet hers. Hers are glassy, fierce with pity and something deeper—fierce maternal love that refuses to let you drown completely.

“My heart breaks for you,” she admits, thumb brushing a stray tear you didn’t even feel fall. “To lose your mate so early… it is a wound that never quite heals the same. But you are strong, even now. Neteyam saw that in you. And I see it too. When you are ready, we will honor him together. We will carry his light so it does not flicker out.”

Neytiri doesn’t move away. She just holds you there in the ruins, her presence a fragile thread keeping you tethered while the ashes settle around you both. 

The wall stares back, empty and cold, but for the first time in days, you don’t feel completely alone in it. Not with her here—Neteyam’s mother, your grief’s quiet guardian—breathing beside you, waiting for the next wave to hit.

Hellooo I posed another one bc I didn’t feel like painting the aonung one yet 😭

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