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[criticallybella]

MAYBE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE❀⊰────

Maybe in another universe,my first born doesn’t die

Maybe in another universe,my brother doesn’t die

Maybe in another universe,my spiritual sister doesn’t die

[criticallybella]

YELLOW

this is for COLORS OF PANDORA

PAIRING !! : neteyam x fem avatar! reader

warnings !! : it’s sad ???? idk ?? // not edited

word count !! : 4,531 ??? (idk actually)

she loved the color….she loved the gentleness of it and how it made her feel….she loved yellow because yellow was the color of sunflowers back on earth…yellow…she loved yellow…..until she didn’t.

neteyam had always been your favorite….while you loved the entirety of the sully family, you had latched yourself onto neteyam after you had been exploring in your avatar body and fallen from a high tree. in a strange way…he reminded you of yellow, maybe it was something about his personality or his smile…you didn’t really know why, all you knew is that he reminded you of yellow, and you loved it. you loved all yellow hues, but his lovely hue of yellow was your favorite. you never thought you’d find something as ethereal on pandora, and yet…here he was…in all his glory standing across the village laughing with with uncontrollable joy as he spoke to some of the members of his hunting party. you walk over to him with a small grin spread across your face. “hey teyam.” you spoke softly in a cheerfull tone as your tail sways softly in a relaxed manner. neteyam looked down at you with a soft grin. “y/n….how lovely to see you..” he uttered with a smile in his voice as he carefully brushed stray hairs out of your face. you shyly cower, not wanting him to see how noticeable your blush was. yes, he was definitely yellow. in your opinion, if yellow was an emotion it’d be happiness….and neteyam made you happy.

HAPPINESS.

what’s happiness without bringing pain….without pain, there would be no happiness and vice versa. both a curse and a blessing.

you’ve felt happiness many times before, when your mother would sing you songs to fall asleep. when you got flowers from your “boyfriend” in 5th grade, but never quite felt the same happiness as you did with neteyam. there was something special about him deep inside. the way he was so genuine with everyone. the way he looked at you through his lashes. oh my god, when he’d look at you it felt like time would stop and everyone else would fade away. because in those moments his eyes would shine brightly, his laughter felt like it came from his soul. yes, happiness….maybe even more. you didn’t really know.

HAPPINESS??

you definitely felt other emotions as well…yet you never classified them quite like that. instead you would say you were feeling yellow. you felt so much and yet the one that stuck to you was yellow always mixing with other colors. you hated feeling sad and happy. which happened quite often. you would say you felt “green”. you hated feeling green. to you, green wasn’t jealousy, but rather the mix of sadness and happiness that you felt. “will i ever tell him how i feel?” you wondered as you sat next to him while he carved a new dagger. “how’s it coming along nete?” you ask in a feigned relaxed tone. he looks up from his crouched position as he sets down his halfway finished dagger, “you know….i thought i was better at carving before i started this.” he says with a loud laugh that rumbles in both of your chests. you look at him with a small smile. “well i think you’re good at everything. don’t be so hard on yourself… that’s my job..” you mutter jokingly as you play with a strand of your hair.

HAPPINESS ALWAYS ENDS.

all good things come to an end. you had failed to realize that until it was too late. so here you sit with blood covered hands putting pressure on the gunshot that had stroked neteyam as he dove escaping the ship. “yawne…” neteyam coughs out. “NO! YOU CANT- HOLD ON!” you say through sobs as your own life flashes before your eyes, not because you’re dying. but because he is. the life you imagined with him flashing as you realize it may be too late for him even though you pray to eywa with every fiber of your being to make a miracle, to let him live. “y-yawne…i-i..” you put even more pressure on the wound hoping and praying through heavy tears. “n-nete…i-i..“ he cups your face softly with great effort and says in a gentle tone “h-have a good life…just remember that i….” the panic of losing him becomes a reality as the light fades from his yellow eyes. “n-no….NO! NETEYAM!” you let out a vengeful scream, feeling the pain of your heart ripping in two as you throw yourself onto his lifeless body, sobbing, as the rest of his family stood there, watching…crying.

CURSE YOU YELLOW, HAPPINESS IS AN ILLUSION CREATED BY FALSE REALITY.

yellow was no longer your favorite color. yellow was now the color of false happiness and unfairness. oh how you hate yellow. everything yellow reminds you of regrets and anguish. the once happy memories turned bitter and ruined by the color yellow. yellow like his eyes, yellow like the beads in his hair, like the sun he used to love so much, all the sunsets watched together….ruined. colors will never be the same again…you now live in a colorless world. a world where neteyam took your colors, just as he took his last breath on that wretched day…

yellow, yellow….oh how i deeply hate you….

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Best Friends Brother

Pairings: Agedup! Aonung x FemNavi reader

Summary: Who better to teach you something new.?

Warnings: MDNI, corruption kink, voyeurism, handjobs, innocent reader, experienced Aonung.

A/n: Hi babies sorry this is so late, day 14 of pandoras glow. It’s definitely not proof read so I hope you babies enjoy. 🥰

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

You sat giggling and whispering with a bunch of the girls in the village, ones who were far more experienced than you in every way of the word. Of course except for your best friend Tsireya. She was a daddy’s girl just like yourself, the embodiment of perfection, and you weren’t far behind her.

“He’s really good! His tongue feels amazing, but it’s not the only thing he’s good at doing!” Ak’Nita said, you watched with raises brow bones and wide eyes. The other girls continued to giggle at the new information about Aonung yet you were confused, never experiencing anything sexual you were way behind the others. You never minded knowing you have your best friend and sometimes it felt good knowing that the two of you were to pure for the world of Pandora. Treated like princesses among the clan.

However that didn’t mean you weren’t curious, you wanted to understand what felt so good about the things they did. The very first time you even tried to touch yourself was just short of a few weeks ago and you didn’t venture far with exploring your own body due to how uncomfortable you felt.

With a small frown now set on your soft features you picked yourself up and wandered away from the group to your usual watering hole.

It was a secluded area deeper into the thick bits of forest that resided on the lands of Awa’atlu. Deeper into territory that was never explored, you sound sanctuary away from the clan, you always assumed you were the only one who knows of this place well until you heard the soft groans. Groans you assumed mean someone was hurting, your steps picked up and you hurried to assist until you pushed pash a green leaf that hide away the view of Aonung himself in all his naked glory.

Your eyes trailing over his body out of curiosity, taking in every delicate line of his tattoos. The show of his growth literally marked into his skin, starting from the side of his face and dancing along the skin of his arm. The lower you got the bigger his tattoo grew until your eyes landed on his thick muscular thighs, thighs that should have held your attention but it was what was between his thighs that was stiff and leaking.

You held in a gasp, your hand immediately flying to cover your lips as you watched the way his hand tugged on his length. You were entranced by the sight of him doing such an unusual thing, your eyes darting to his face quickly watching the way it contorted into one of pleasure.

You couldn’t look away, looking was bad, looking was something you definitely shouldn’t be doing but the sight itself was too… you just couldn’t look away. Your eyes moved between his eyes and his hard length being stroked by his own hand, you couldn’t help but press your thighs together as you looked on. The sound of your name falling from his lips had your ears perking up, your tail starting to sway excitedly behind you as you watched him release. The sight of his swollen head dripping the me remnants of his self pleasure.

You sat there puzzled and confused, the confusion along with the arousal you couldn’t decipher swirled around in your mind mixing together in a muddled mess.

The moment Aonung took a step, lowering in himself into the pool of water you got up and bolted as quietly as you could. Your mind focused on nothing but your best friend’s brother.

The next day you were alone at your watering hole, your feet licking around the water. Your mind replaying the events that happened, your mind had engraved every single detail about Aonung thick, hard cock into your mind. Your thoughts continued on like this for a moment, your hand slowly trailing over your thighs before eventually tracing over the edge of your loincloth inching closer and closer to where you felt yourself aching.

“Whatcha doing Yawne.” Came Aonungs voice, startling you from your thoughts, the moment completely broken you looked up at him with wide eyes, feeling like a hexapede caught in a trap. “N-Nothing!” You stuttered out, hands immediately moving to your side as if you weren’t just caught about to touch yourself, and especially as if you weren’t picturing that it was Aonung’s rough calloused hands instead of your own.

Aonung let out a small noise of acknowledgment sound alone had you pressing your thighs together. You made sure to avoid him hearing things dropping with light thuds in the ground, you wondered what was happening but you didn’t dare to turn around. You felt him before you seen him, his naked thighs coming into view as he sat beside you. The warmth of his body radiating off of him like ocean waves.

You felt his hand settle on your thigh, rubbing your smooth skin gently. Inch by inch his hand slide up your thigh closer to your aching core. You didn’t stop him, didn’t dare think about it. “I know you saw me yesterday Yawne.” Aonung whispered into your ear before he nuzzled into your neck, his wet lips pressed against the skin lightly. You shuddered as you closed your eyes, body reacting in ways you weren’t use too but you were more than welcome to receiving.

“Come on pretty, let me teach you.” Aonung whispers before pressing his lips against yours softly.

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[criticallybella]

mine, all mine.

chapter one: paradigm

pairing: neteyam x female!metkayina!reader

summary: You had your routine down to a fine art until he and his family threw a wrench in the works.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of injury, weapons, sneaking out, you're a menace fr. NO USE OF Y/N!!!

now playing... home by good neighbours

metkayina face claims

chapter two

It was early in the morning, long before the sun peeked over the horizon and bathed the village of Awa’atlu in a soft golden hue. You were silent as you crept toward the entrance to your family’s marui, placing your feet ever so carefully as to not disturb your siblings and parents and undoubtedly cop a string of questions as to why exactly you were up so early. You’d lie your way out of it, as usual, but you would remain under suspicion for far too long. But by now, you had this sneaking out business down to a fine art. Your mother’s duties as Tsahik had her awake fairly early most mornings and your father– well, you were sure the entire village knew when he was asleep given his occasional thunderous snores that you heard even in your dreams (or nightmares depending on your persuasion). 

There was a short expanse of time when both your parents slept soundly and you could get away uninterrupted and unsupervised for secret little training sessions with one of the village elders, Teyoa, who was a total thorn in your side but he was the only one who agreed to train you. Your father was sure there was no need for such things as learning to fight or use an array of weapons for anything other than hunting– the Metkayina were not at war. But even from a young age, you were fascinated by the stories of warriors and the battle with the great Toruk Makto that the elders would secretly tell the children. You were sure you wanted to be a warrior, fight to defend your people. But being the oldest daughter of the Tsahik and Olo’eyktan meant there was a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. You were the tsakarem, destined to be the Tsahik one day– a far cry from your dream of being a warrior.

Then there was the total mess of having to be mated one day, you considered that to be absolutely appalling– of course, your mother would scoff and tell you off for being dramatic– but you did not want to be mated to some random boy in the village, all of which you had the utter displeasure of growing up with for the most part. You dreaded the day you passed your Iknimaya– which was a breeze by the way– but it also meant you would be an adult, able to be courted and approached by the absolute meatheads that lived in your village.

“He’s a nice boy,” your mother would comment as you rolled your eyes so far back you saw your equally displeased brain.

“He also gave Ao’nung a bald patch when we were children,” you scoffed, pulling on the intricate and almost suffocating neck piece your mother insisted you wear when boys began courting you. 

“Must you have an excuse for everything?” Ronal would sigh, pressing her hands together as if praying to Eywa for the strength to not throttle her eldest child.

“Mother, A’tok is boring at best. Father would not approve of him being the next Olo’eyktan,” you would reply with a shrug, finally untying the neck piece and replacing it with the simple beaded one Tsireya had made for you many eclipses ago. 

“Eywa, give me strength,” Ronal would mutter, eyes glancing up at the sky as she returned to the healing tent to tend to the wounded hunters. 

Your parents were sure you made it impossible on purpose. You would avoid courting boys from the village like the plague, using your sister or tsakarem duties as an excuse almost every time. But Tsireya loved love; she would point out some of the cute village boys that came to court you, noting the gifts they had bought or their kind demeanour– she was too sweet for her own good. You had dirt on almost everyone, noting the times some of the older boys had bullied Ao’nung or bad mouthed your sister or parents– you held a grudge. 

Your mother tried to busy you with tsakarem duties if you were so adamant on borderline bullying the Metkayina boys into leaving you alone. You found it boring at times, wishing you were out hunting or practising your weaponry skills with Teyoa. Of course, you wanted to honour your family and your clan, but you wanted to learn to defend the land and your spirit brothers and sisters the tulkun too. Interpreting the will and Eywa and being a healer wasn’t exactly where all the action was. Tsireya would have been a better tsakarem than you. You had heard of villages where sisters lead their clan alongside each other as Olo’eyktan and Tsahik– you would lead them in flesh and your sister could lead them in spirit. But that’s not how the Metkayina did things and Eywa forbid you mess with tradition. 

So you paid attention for the most part, learned to look for ripe fruits, herbs and created healing balms and practise healing techniques. But you found it so uninteresting and boring, but you loved your people and your parents, so biting your tongue and carrying on would be enough for now. 

But it only lasted so long before you wanted to sit at the bottom of the reef in an act of protest and ignore your never ending list of responsibility as the tsakarem. When you went around begging some of the elder warriors to train you, they feared the wrath of your parents (mostly your mother) and told you to stop behaving like a child. Teyoa thought you were amusing and decided to teach you, but his teaching methods were weird and required the patience you simply did not have.

“I do not see how hitting this poor defenceless bag of sand is effective,” you would grumble, burying the end of your staff into the sand, leaning on the thick weapon. Teyoa circled around you as you ‘fought’ this bag of sand, not even using a ‘real’ weapon as you so eloquently put it.

“You must be patient, child. A good warrior and hunter is patient,” he lectured, picking the staff up out of the sand and handing it to you. “Again.”

You let out a sound of annoyance before you forced the stance Teyoa had ingrained into the fabric of your soul, holding the staff toward your enemy (bag of sand) and beginning your usual fighting techniques. Teyoa had his arms crossed as he watched you, studying your form. You had a strong heart and will, always wanting to prove yourself and while he had never seen someone with such a keen heart, you were impatient but he was sure you would see it one day.

Your hands were always covered in blisters and small bruises from your training with Teyoa. He told you that warriors had tough hands, they needed the strength to wield any weapon and battle any odds. Your eyes would sparkle at the thought and you were always proud of the injuries from your hard work– though hiding it from your parents proved to be a challenge in itself. Teyoa knew he could probably get into trouble for teaching the Olo’eyktan’s daughter to fight, but you were so adamant and protective of your people, it was hard to say no.

That was the routine most days– rise early to train with Teyoa and be back before your parents even realised you were gone. You had gotten better at fighting, you would easily hold yourself in a fight and wanted to prove yourself to your father but seeking out a fight wasn’t exactly the mark of a good warrior.

“Where are you going?” Tsireya asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and you stopped dead in your tracks, turning painfully slowly to face your little sister.

“Nowhere,” you replied pathetically.

She gave you a look of confusion as her gaze shifted from your head to your feet. Your tail twitched anxiously as she watched you, “it doesn’t look like you’re going nowhere.”

“Go back to sleep, Reya,” you whispered, heading toward the entrance of your family’s marui. Tsireya stood up from her mat, wrapping her arms around herself as she met you in the middle of the marui. 

“I see you do this every morning, sister. You’re worrying me,” she pouted. You sighed softly in defeat, turning to face your sister.

“I’m seeing a boy–”

“Lie.”

“I do not lie,” you replied, offended. 

“You lie all the time,” Tsireya retorted, “and you do not like any of the Metkayina boys. I see through your lie and I demand you tell me the truth,” she said a little louder. 

You sighed, running your hands down your face. It was impossible to lie to your sister, she knew you too well. “I’ve been training with Teyoa.”

Tsireya battled with the confession for a moment, “the old warrior?” she questioned.

“Yes, he’s been teaching me,” you replied.

“Mother and father will not be happy,” Tsireya commented, folding her arms over her chest.

“I’m aware, hence the leaving at stupid times in the morning,” you said with a huff. Tsireya gave you that look she always gave when she was worried and you felt your heart squeeze. “I am careful, Reya. He has taught me many things, I feel I can defend our people and– and the tulkun.”

“We are not at war,” she quickly said, grabbing your hands and squeezing them in her own. “You do not need to fight. We are safe here–”

“The tulkun go missing, Reya. The other clans speak of their spirit brothers and sisters disappearing, I cannot let that happen,” you replied, holding Tsireya’s hands tightly. She looked at you with such worry in her eyes. “I feel it,” you said quietly, “I feel something is wrong, that something is coming.”

“You cannot be sure,” Tsireya sighed, shaking her head.

“I am the future Tsahik, sister. I think I know when Eywa speaks,” you teased. 

“You would be a good Tsahik,” she said after a beat, knowing how you felt about your duties as tsakarem. You smile at her words, cupping her cheek softly. She knew how you felt about your tsakarem duties, wishing so desperately to be a warrior instead of a healer. But you were soft when you wanted to be, she was convinced you would be an excellent Tsahik one day. 

“I must go,” you whispered, letting go of her hands. 

“Be careful,” Tsireya sighed, “you cannot be so sneaky forever.”

You turned around just before stepping outside your family’s marui, “watch me.”

You sat on the beach of the neighbouring island of Awa’atlu. Your legs were covered in sand as you worked on crafting your heavy bow. Metkayina preferred to use spears, but Teyoa taught you how to make a bow, a dying art in his opinion. You had been working on it for a couple of days in secret, not wanting your parents to find out you were spending your time making weapons instead of learning to perfect your healing techniques.

“Looks good,” Teyoa commented, holding a spear and woven basket of fish in his hands. You glanced up at him and let out a sigh.

“I cannot get the string tight enough, hardly a weapon for a warrior if you ask me,” you huffed, your fingers red and tired from the thin string that was steadily starting to wear at your poor fingers from how hard you’d been trying to pull it taut. 

Teyoa silently sat beside you on the sand, the heavily tattooed elder Metkayina fixing your sloppy handiwork in a matter of seconds. “Now it is a weapon fit for a warrior,” he grinned as he handed it to you. You stood up, feeling the weight of it in your hand. “It will take some getting used to–”

You lifted one of your crafted arrows, pulling the string taut before releasing it on an unsuspecting fish in the shallows of the reef. You ran toward the water, pulling the fish out with a grin on your face. Teyoa began to laugh softly.

“You overachieve,” he shook his head.

“Was that a compliment?” You teased.

“Hardly, child,” he chuckled. 

You practised your aiming skills in the shade of the forest, Teyoa occasionally correctly you but leaving you to practise for the most part. You definitely lost track of time because by the time you returned to the beach, the sun had risen over the vast horizon of Pandora, a grim reminder of the fact your parents were definitely awake and you were definitely not in the village.

“Oh, Eywa, no!” You almost yelled as you started running toward the beach, clicking your tongue to get your ilu’s attention. Teyoa stayed behind, picking up his woven basket full of fish he had caught earlier and watching as you scrambled through the water.

“I’d like to see you lie yourself out of this one!” Teyoa sang from behind you. He never took much seriously, he was too old (his words) to care much about ‘getting in trouble’. You, however, cared a lot. 

You dipped into the water with your ilu, quickly making tsaheylu as you tore through the water back toward your village– you were so dead and while your sister would try to cover for you; Tsireya was a pretty bad liar. Your ilu zipped through the coral reefs, pushing itself as hard as the poor animal could for your sake. You quickly surfaced, taking in a deep breath of air when you heard it– the loud horn you knew all too well.

That horn meant a few things: the tulkun were back, a ceremony was beginning or someone was missing, and given where you were and the fact that your parents had no idea, you were sure it was the latter. You dipped back before the surface, hoping and praying to Eywa your mother wouldn’t skin you for this one. 

You swam in through a small opening in the twisting branches around the reef, watching as your village gathered on the sandbank, probably copping a not-so-subtle interrogation from your father about your whereabouts before he sent out the search party. 

You definitely couldn’t lie your way out of this one.

Tsireya shifted anxiously as she stood by her brother, glancing around the crowd for you. She only half listened to her father as he spoke to these strangers from the forest, their sudden appearance in their village frightening the Metkayina. They were seeking uturu and while your father seemed to consider the idea, your mother scoffed at such an ask. 

After a few uncomfortable minutes, Tonowari made the decision to let Jake Sully and his family stay in their village. Tsireya knew it would be difficult for them as forest Na’vi learning the way of water, but she was eager to teach.

“Our children, Ao’nung, Tsireya and…” Tonowari let out a sigh as his eyes fell on only his two youngest, with you nowhere to be seen. Tsireya winced uncomfortably at her father’s gaze. He looked around for a moment before finishing, “they will teach your children our ways.”

“Where is your sister?” Ronal asked, pulling on Tsireya’s arm. Tsireya felt like she was going to explode, unable to form a single coherent thought that wouldn’t totally expose your little routine.

“I am here!” Your voice broke out across the beach, the crowd parting for you as you made your way toward your parents. You were out of breath, your chest huffing up and down and your hair a soaked mess from your panicked race home. “Mother, I am sorry, I–” You trailed off at the sight of foreigners in your village. You recognised them as forest Na’vi– why would forest Na’vi be here? There were six of them; a family. 

The forest was exceedingly far from your home in the reef and the family before you looked noticeably tired from their journey and you could only imagine how out of place they felt in your village. The youngest forest Na’vi looked at you curiously, hiding behind her father’s leg as she watched you, you smiled softly, the little Na’vi grinning back and holding her father’s leg. 

“My daughter,” your father said, your attention snapping back to him, “how nice of you to join us.”

You winced at the comment, some of the younger Metkayina snickering at the comment, your brother doing the same. Tsireya swatted at his arm, effectively shutting him up. You stepped toward your father, “Father, I–”

He held his hand up, silencing you. You were going to hear about this later, you were absolutely sure of it. “Help your sister move Jake Sully and his family into their marui,” he said lowly, to which you nodded, not daring to argue with him. “I want you to teach their children our ways,” he looked at Jake Sully and his family, “so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

Your father gave you a look, a look that silently asked you where you’d been while simultaneously telling you he didn’t want to hear it. Tsireya came to your rescue, quickly grabbing your hand and turning to smile at the forest Na’vi. “Come. We will show you our village.”

You walked alongside Tsireya through your village, watching as she peaked behind her occasionally at what you assumed was the youngest of Jake Sully’s sons. You followed her gaze, grinning softly at your adorable sister. She caught you watching her, becoming embarrassed. 

“What?” She questioned, completely unprompted.

“I said nothing,” you replied, trying not to laugh. You carried a few of the Sully’s belongings to the empty marui near the edge of the village, at least you could give them a little bit of privacy while they adjust to their new home. 

Tsireya shuffled into their marui, placing their things down, “this will be your new home,” she grinned sweetly. You trailed behind her, finally getting a good look at the entire forest family. You stared at them curiously, noticing their thin tails and arms, their darker blue skin and piercing yellow eyes. You had never seen Na’vi like this before and it intrigued you.

“Thank you, this is nice, right?” Jake turned to his mate and children, smiling through his wince as his mate dropped the rolled hide on the floor with a huff. Jake turned to you and your sister, “Thank you, Tsireya and… I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name.”

Your ears perked at the sudden attention on you and you quickly told him your name, bowing your head softly. Your tail swished behind you as Jake introduced his family to you and your sister, “my mate, Neytiri,” she seemed displeased with the arrangement and was rather… intimidating. “My daughters Tuk and Kiri.” Tuk waved happily at you, to which you returned with a small smile while her sister Kiri seemed uncomfortable, pulling on the corners of her shawl. “And my sons Lo’ak and Neteyam.”

Tsireya smiled at the ground as Lo’ak caught her eye, smiling softly at your sister. But your eyes lingered on his oldest son, Neteyam. He watched you curiously and he was hard to read, he looked you up and down and you almost frowned. You stared back at him for a fleeting moment, wondering what his problem was.

“Right, well,” Tsireya said, pulling your attention to her, “we will leave you to settle and get some rest, we can go swimming in the reef later on,” she smiled politely, nodding her head as she grabbed your arm, pulling you out of their marui. 

You felt Neteyam looking at you as you left, turning your head to peek back at him. Eywa, what is his problem? You thought, making a face of disdain as you caught up with your sister. 

“What’s his problem?” You grumbled. You walked shoulder to shoulder with her as you made your way back to your parents in the middle of the village.

“You mean Neteyam?” Tsireya asked. You gave her a look and she giggled, “he was checking you out!”

“What? No, he wasn’t,” you frowned, a feeling of disgust pooling in your chest. Tsireya nudged your shoulder with a laugh.

“Oh, my sister. You may be a great warrior, a Tsahik in training and have a gift for scaring boys away, but he was definitely checking you out,” Tsireya babbled on and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t exactly unpopular when it came to boys wanting to court you, if anything, you did pretty well for yourself. But you simply weren’t interested in finding a mate any time soon, you were only sixteen, it felt ridiculous to rush into things (even though your parents pestered you about choosing a mate). 

“How ridiculous,” you retorted. “He is a forest Na’vi, we are reef Na’vi, I’m sure he was more preoccupied with our staggeringly different appearances,” you attempted to explain the reason for his lingering gaze but your sister really wasn’t having a bar of it. 

“Are you saying you didn’t think he was cute?” Tsireya asked, quirking a brow at you. You stopped in your tracks, giving her an unimpressed look. She let out a dramatic gasp, “you do think he’s cute!”

“I do not,” you retorted childishly.

“Do not lie!” She squealed. “I never thought I would see the day!”

“You pain me,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“My sister likes a boy!” She sang.

“I do not like him,” you grumbled as Tsireya danced circles around you with a grin on her face. She tugged on your arm as she jumped up and down with excitement. You would admit that he was cute but you were allowed to admire and ignore– that’s what you did best, because boys are usually cute until they open their big dumb mouths. 

a/n: hi! this is my first time writing for avatar, i hope you like it! i know there wasn't much of our teyam in this but there will be more! only if this does well tho :3

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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Commission

So damn grateful, this month is being super rough, phone and laptop needs repair and getting commissioned is helping a lot, also has a lot of fun on this portrait !

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Modern AU Neteyam sketch :))

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Hi bbygirl <3 !! I HAVE REQUEST🗣️🗣️🧨

so could u write me one where like the reader is neteyams “rival” but like she doesn’t like him bc she thinks he’s tryna be better than everyone and she thinks he’s like conceited but in reality he’s just tryna be the best FOR HER and one day she over hears him telling someone tht no matter what he does the reader will never like him and she does kinda like him but not as much as he likes her. (PLS I BEG U HAPPY ENDING. ION WANNA CRY.) and yeah idk take it from there 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thin line.

Pair: AgedUp! Neteyam x NaviFem reader

Summary: Neteyam couldn’t understand why you hated him when all he wanted to do was love you.

Warnings: MDNI, possessive Neteyam, fingering, choking, p in v, oblivious reader, established (arranged) relationship.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

For as long as you could remember you always disliked Neteyam, at least that’s what you had told yourself.

And maybe you did hate him, he was too.. perfect everything about him was everything you weren’t. So why were you picked by Eywa to be his arranged mate? The news was something you had a strong dislike for yet what could you do about it?

After the declaration by the Tsahik you avoided Neteyam like the plague, picking arguments here and there for the fuck of it. You refused to give him the satisfaction of having you fall at his feet just after everyone else did.

Once day while you were out hunting you came across Neteyam and his friends near the river. Neteyam looked upset as he spoke to the guys. “I wish she would stop fighting me, I don’t understand why she hates me.” Her spoke throwing his head back to show just how frustrated he was by this all. “She’s too stubborn to see that I’m in love with her and don’t give me the-“ you didn’t say to hear the rest of what was said, and as quietly and quickly as you could you left the area. Your mind racing with so many thoughts and questions.

Your mind couldn’t process anything you had heard, that’s impossible. Maybe it wasn’t maybe he had always tried to show you, maybe you were the problem and not Neteyam. “Sevin, it is late we should go.” Neteyam said. “I’ve been looking around for you everywhere.” Your brow bones furrowed as you turned to him, still trying to make sense of everything.

“You are an asshole, why did you not tell me before? Why wait? Why did you let me go around hating you for so long Neteyam?” You yelled at him your frustration bubbling up before you could even think about the words you were saying, and instead of waiting for an answer you turned to stomp away angrily. At least that was the plan until neteyams hand wrapped around your throat, turning your body to face his, his amber eyes held his anger like that of a volcano whose burning lava was ready to erupt. Maybe you had pushed him too far,as he held your throat, pulling your face closer. Your lips just a few centimeters from his. “You know paskalin… there’s a thin line between love and hate.”

Your breath caught in your throat, all the words died instantly as you felt an all to familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t think you hate me, in fact..” he didn’t finish his sentence as he captured your lips in a heated kiss. His hold on your neck tightened as he forced his tongue into your mouth, establishing every last bit of dominance he could. You placed your hands on his chest to push at him, hating that your body reacted so submissively to the kiss for a moment. He pulled away to glare down at you. “Stop fighting and just let me have you. Let me love you as I have been trying to do.” He whispered, every last emotion he had as he spoke once more. “Just let me have you in the way I crave..”

Who were you to fight him? To deny him of the one thing he had been trying so hard to prove himself worthy of having?

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as your gaze dropped down to his lips, the frown on your face couldn’t be helped. You felt nothing yet everything all at once, your emotions were working in overdrive. You know one thing though, this was always a certain that never seemed to go away, especially not when you pulled him into another kiss.

Neteyam was caught off guard for a second his body easily responding, the kiss was sloppy and heated. All the pent up frustrations over the years came boiling forward in the form of the kiss. Hasty movements as you both worked to rid the other of the clothing that covered your body, a fight for dominance, neither working or wanting to back down.

Soon your sweaty bodies were a mess on the mossy ground, hands touching and feeling every place you both could without a care in the world. Neteyams fingers found your dripping entrance, teasing and fucking into you slowly. His lips kissing and sucking on random parts of your neck and chest, leaving his marks in angry vibrate colors of purplish red. He took his time with your needy cunt, bringing you to the edge of release over and over again. He took his time using his fingers to bring you the pleasure you had always dreamed about, and soon enough you both became one it felt as if everything within Pandora was aligned.

As Neteyam thrusted in and out of you roughly, not sparing you a single thrust as he forced you to take all of him, every single inch of his throbbing length disappeared into your aching cunt. Your cries muffled by his covering your mouth to keep you both protected while you both got lost in each other’s bodies.

In the quiet of the night where you finally welcomed the love of Neteyam, each new round of being fucked into by the man you hated. You realized there really is a thin line.

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Hi bbygirl <3 !! I HAVE REQUEST🗣️🗣️🧨

so could u write me one where like the reader is neteyams “rival” but like she doesn’t like him bc she thinks he’s tryna be better than everyone and she thinks he’s like conceited but in reality he’s just tryna be the best FOR HER and one day she over hears him telling someone tht no matter what he does the reader will never like him and she does kinda like him but not as much as he likes her. (PLS I BEG U HAPPY ENDING. ION WANNA CRY.) and yeah idk take it from there 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thin line.

Pair: AgedUp! Neteyam x NaviFem reader

Summary: Neteyam couldn’t understand why you hated him when all he wanted to do was love you.

Warnings: MDNI, possessive Neteyam, fingering, choking, p in v, oblivious reader, established (arranged) relationship.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

For as long as you could remember you always disliked Neteyam, at least that’s what you had told yourself.

And maybe you did hate him, he was too.. perfect everything about him was everything you weren’t. So why were you picked by Eywa to be his arranged mate? The news was something you had a strong dislike for yet what could you do about it?

After the declaration by the Tsahik you avoided Neteyam like the plague, picking arguments here and there for the fuck of it. You refused to give him the satisfaction of having you fall at his feet just after everyone else did.

Once day while you were out hunting you came across Neteyam and his friends near the river. Neteyam looked upset as he spoke to the guys. “I wish she would stop fighting me, I don’t understand why she hates me.” Her spoke throwing his head back to show just how frustrated he was by this all. “She’s too stubborn to see that I’m in love with her and don’t give me the-“ you didn’t say to hear the rest of what was said, and as quietly and quickly as you could you left the area. Your mind racing with so many thoughts and questions.

Your mind couldn’t process anything you had heard, that’s impossible. Maybe it wasn’t maybe he had always tried to show you, maybe you were the problem and not Neteyam. “Sevin, it is late we should go.” Neteyam said. “I’ve been looking around for you everywhere.” Your brow bones furrowed as you turned to him, still trying to make sense of everything.

“You are an asshole, why did you not tell me before? Why wait? Why did you let me go around hating you for so long Neteyam?” You yelled at him your frustration bubbling up before you could even think about the words you were saying, and instead of waiting for an answer you turned to stomp away angrily. At least that was the plan until neteyams hand wrapped around your throat, turning your body to face his, his amber eyes held his anger like that of a volcano whose burning lava was ready to erupt. Maybe you had pushed him too far,as he held your throat, pulling your face closer. Your lips just a few centimeters from his. “You know paskalin… there’s a thin line between love and hate.”

Your breath caught in your throat, all the words died instantly as you felt an all to familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t think you hate me, in fact..” he didn’t finish his sentence as he captured your lips in a heated kiss. His hold on your neck tightened as he forced his tongue into your mouth, establishing every last bit of dominance he could. You placed your hands on his chest to push at him, hating that your body reacted so submissively to the kiss for a moment. He pulled away to glare down at you. “Stop fighting and just let me have you. Let me love you as I have been trying to do.” He whispered, every last emotion he had as he spoke once more. “Just let me have you in the way I crave..”

Who were you to fight him? To deny him of the one thing he had been trying so hard to prove himself worthy of having?

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as your gaze dropped down to his lips, the frown on your face couldn’t be helped. You felt nothing yet everything all at once, your emotions were working in overdrive. You know one thing though, this was always a certain that never seemed to go away, especially not when you pulled him into another kiss.

Neteyam was caught off guard for a second his body easily responding, the kiss was sloppy and heated. All the pent up frustrations over the years came boiling forward in the form of the kiss. Hasty movements as you both worked to rid the other of the clothing that covered your body, a fight for dominance, neither working or wanting to back down.

Soon your sweaty bodies were a mess on the mossy ground, hands touching and feeling every place you both could without a care in the world. Neteyams fingers found your dripping entrance, teasing and fucking into you slowly. His lips kissing and sucking on random parts of your neck and chest, leaving his marks in angry vibrate colors of purplish red. He took his time with your needy cunt, bringing you to the edge of release over and over again. He took his time using his fingers to bring you the pleasure you had always dreamed about, and soon enough you both became one it felt as if everything within Pandora was aligned.

As Neteyam thrusted in and out of you roughly, not sparing you a single thrust as he forced you to take all of him, every single inch of his throbbing length disappeared into your aching cunt. Your cries muffled by his covering your mouth to keep you both protected while you both got lost in each other’s bodies.

In the quiet of the night where you finally welcomed the love of Neteyam, each new round of being fucked into by the man you hated. You realized there really is a thin line.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳ ༻❀✿❀༺➳ ༻❀✿❀༺ ➳

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Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: AU!College!BasketballPlayer!Neteyam (21) x Fem!Human!Cheerleader!Reader (20)

Warnings/content: MDNI, smut, p in v, creampie, mean & fuckboy Neteyam, degradation, mirror sex, fwb, think that’s it but lmk!

A/n: This is for the day 2 prompt of Pandora’s Glow — Mirror sex + FWB! Credits to @luvv4j4ybe11 & @aperiraa for the event! And credits to @cafekitsune for dividers!

W/c: 1.2k

Neteyam was eyeballing you during practice every chance he got.

He was one of the team captains and this often got to his head; no not often— all of the time. He was the typical cocky athlete who would send nudes to every hot girl, just like all his friends and teammates. He had girls falling at his feet so of course he fucked whoever he deemed pretty enough. Anything to get his dick wet and satisfy his endless sex drive.

To him, this glorified his manhood. Getting laid is the pinnacle of proving you’re the best. And Neteyam was the best. A star athlete with a full ride at your university, his family was well-known and wealthy, and he was favorited not just among his peers, but the professors, coaches, and other faculty too. He charmed the elders with his perfect boy persona, and hell— sports is what matters most to everyone so they all fall for his bullshit since he plays a part at getting them those big wins at nearly every game.

Your sport, however, was hardly deemed a sport by most. Including Neteyam. You worked hard your whole life, competing in All Star competitive cheer. Between the lifts, jumps, flips, and sheer stamina, you firmly believed cheer was damn well a sport, and a difficult one at that.

Due to renovations on the other gym where your team normally practiced all year, you were now forced to practice in the same gym as Neteyam and his team this season. Now him and his minions could openly laugh and make fun of you and your girls, like the himbo pieces of shits they are. Whether it was during stretches, muscle conditioning, or practicing the routines and stunts, the guys were always poking at y’all with sexualized and demeaning comments whenever they could and when the coaches weren’t close enough to hear. It usually went like:

“Bend over a little more, babydoll!”, “Could they make the skirts just a little shorter, please?”, “Amazing eye candy, ladies!”

They were often replied to with heavy eye rolls and a few “fuck off”s by all of you. The pure disrespect towards your sport was almost more than you could bare. Being viewed as an object to the male gaze was gonna be the death of you.

That was why you didn’t know why you ever agreed to this little situation with Neteyam after he cornered you and sweet talked you months ago. Now, it was like a daily routine.

…

“Mmm, fuck!” You held onto the sink in front of you for dear life while Neteyam rattled your shit from behind.

After both your practices wrapped up for the day, he gave you a look you knew all too well. One that said he wanted to fuck, now. The man always had his mind in the gutter. Neteyam always picked the place for the matter, sometimes a little riskier than you’d prefer, being that you didn’t want to be kicked off the team. But this time, following after his tall, broad figure as non-suspiciously as possible, he entered the family restroom down the hall. And that was how you ended up with his dick deep in your pussy.

He flipped your cheer practice skirt up to get a view of your ass, choosing to leave it on and pushing your panties to the side when he shoved his dick inside you.

“You know what this tiny little skirt does to me, you slut. Damn near asking for it, huh?” he said with venom lacing his words, giving your ass a hard spank.

You whimpered at his words. He was right, you were being a slut and you knew it. But you couldn’t resist him, much to your dismay, so you let your dignity take the hit.

“All wet and tight just for me? Or is it from ogling the other guys, too? Wouldn’t surprise me knowing you,” he chuckled darkly, “I mean you literally dance around for the entire public anyways, you little attention whore,”

You blushed deeply, heating up all over. You chose to look down at your feet that were struggling to hold you up from the sheer force of his thrusts.

Then you felt a rough hand beneath your jaw, forcing you to look up and into the mirror right in front of you. You were such a mess— hair misplaced, sweat lining your forehead, and some drool and tears leaking out on your face.

“Watch yourself get fucked by me,” he grunted, and held your face in place so you were forced to acknowledge the scene you were creating through the mirror.

He was hitting your cervix so perfectly, making your body tingle all over. You let out a long and drawn out moan as every inch of your body felt like it was on cloud 9.

“See how pretty you look when you’re moaning?” He said into your ear, “Just a cockslut getting exactly what she wants. You’re lucky you’re so hot or you wouldn’t be getting this from me,” he added while nibbling your ear.

You clenched around him and attempted to drop your head down and focus on the pleasure. He didn’t let you move one bit though, with his painful grip on your hip and his other hand directing your face to the mirror.

“Nuh uh. Watch it. Want you to watch yourself cum on my cock,” Neteyam stuttered a bit, feeling his orgasm approach quickly. “Better do it now pretty girl, I can’t hold back much longer,”

He gave you harder and somehow deeper thrusts while snaking his hand around to rub tight circles on your nub. And that was all it took for your coil to snap.

“Ahhh fuck!!” You screamed as your orgasm wracked through your entire body, almost closing your eyes shut.

“Eyes open,” he tapped your jaw, “Look at you go,” He praised you as the feeling soared through your body.

Your jaw was hanging open in a silent scream as you watched your legs shake and felt your pussy convulse on him.

“Now, eyes on me. Watch me as I cum in you,” He gritted through teeth.

You watched him through your eyebrows, your head feeling light and struggling to stay upright, your arms on the sink still holding you up. You watched in awe as all his muscles tensed up deliciously and he threw his head back while guiding your hips back on him as he shot his hot load in your cunt. You noticed all the little micro-expressions in his face as the sweet release rushed through his body too.

Coming down from your highs, you both glanced at each other briefly, suppressing little laughs. You fixed your skirt the best you could although he left an absolute mess in your folds, with his cum slowly seeping out of you. So you knew you needed to get out of there before anyone saw cum dribbling down your legs.

He smirked, knowing why you were rushing to get out. “Might wanna wash that before next practice,” he teased and winked at you, feeling proud as you swung the door open and ran off.

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thanks 🧏🏻‍♀️

Thoughts of you.

Pairings: Agedup! Rotxo x Fem Human

Summary: Ovulating was bad enough when you couldn't get what you needed, now add in a cute curly-haired Na'vi.

Warnings: MDNI, size difference, begging, fingering, teasing, edging, p in v, let me know if I missed anything else.

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Pressing your thighs together in hopes of relieving the ache between your legs for the 10th time in the past 45 minutes seemed to be unhelpful. Your brows furrowed as you stared down at the writing you were trying to finish, the notes were important yet all your mind could think about was being fucked and filled over and over until your body was satisfied.

Ovulation for you was the most irritating thing, especially when there was no one to help scratch that itch you so desperately wanted to get rid of.

You were lost in thought you weren’t aware of the male sneaking up behind you, his curious gaze on your hunched-over form. He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as he figured out what you were doing.

“Y/n, why are you here alone? It is not safe for a little tawtute like you on the beach.” Rotxo called. You couldn’t help the way you rolled your eyes before closing your body, your attention now on the curly-haired male.

You offered him a slight smile, hating the way your body reacted to the sight of him. Most of your wildest fantasies involved him, more so the way he could easily manhandle your small body any way he wanted. The way you’d imagine his cock filling you up in the best ways, in all the ways your body desperately craved to be filled. You sucked in a breath as you stared at him longer than normal, trying to get control of your mind as you turned back to watch the quiet waves.

The closer he walked the stronger your scent got. Rotxo couldn’t help but sniff the air around you, it was sweeter than usual. And this caused him to frown before his brow bones raised in surprise, he couldn’t help but laugh as he stopped and crouched down before you. You stared at him, watching as he made himself comfortable before you. You held back a small groan as your mind began drifting off once more, thoughts full of watching the way his nose would scrunch up as he threw his head back, his soft groans and moans filling your ears as you bounced as best as you could on his thick cock.

“Y/n?” He called, you blinked a few times to clear your mind, offering him a sheepish smile as you stared into his eyes. “You seem like you are struggling, do you need help with anything?”

You pursed your lips as you stared up at him, looking into his own as you thought over his question. “I’m... okay, I don’t need any help.” You tried to sound confident in your answer but the more you stared the more your mind wondered. “Small tawtute, you seem to be struggling.” He said as he leaned forward burying his face into your neck, brushing his nose against your soft skin. He placed his hand on your thigh, and his calloused hand rubbed soothing circles into your skin. Each movement got higher and higher until his fingers brushed against your drenched panties.

Your body trembled as his fingers continued to tease at your covered cunt, his lips now tracing soft kisses against your neck. The notebook slipped through your fingers as you focused on the bit of pleasure he was providing to your needy body. As if your body was moving on its own your hands were soon tangled into his soft curls, tugging gently as you raised your hips hoping to find more friction to scratch that annoying itch. Rotxo couldn’t help but chuckle against your neck, your soft whimpers and whines wet music to his ears.

Rotxo lifted your body before setting you on his lap as he relaxed back into a comfortable position against the cool rocks. In this new position he has better access to your dripping wet cunt, his fingers moved with ease as he pushed your panties to the side and slipped a finger in. Slowly he finger fucked you, taking his time as he pulled noise after noise from your mouth. He was enjoying himself, especially if the uncomfortable strain of his throbbing cock was any indication of how badly he needed to be buried inside you. He pushed away his need for a moment; focusing on bringing you to the edge of release with his fingers only before fucking into you.

Rotxo added another finger, easing it in little by little as he worked to stretch you out. As the overwhelming pleasure was becoming too much you began rocking your body, wanting to take anything he was willing to give if it got you off.

He worked his fingers in and out of your wet dripping cunt, taking his time, whispering soft words into your ear. Your mind was a jumbled mess of feelings and words, you couldn’t get them out, not with how good his fingers felt. Each stroke of his thick fingers against your sensitive spots had you crying out, your walls clenching around his digits with a desire you didn’t know you possessed. Each time you felt the familiar sensation building up getting ready to explode he would stop forcing long pitiful whines from your lips. Your frustration grew, making your skin crawl with the deepest need to release.

“Please.” Was the first desperate sounds of begging from your lips, soon the words fell without issue. The sound of your needy cries filled his ears. “Please, please, please… I need to cum..*

They danced around in his head as you begged and begged for that sweet release, and he wanted nothing more than to give it to you but only while you were begging on his dick. With a small grunt he pulled his fingers free from your greedy cunt, your whines of protest not falling on deaf ears as he aligned you with the tip of his cock. “Shh Sevin, I will give you what you need.”

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AVATAR (2009) · dir. James Cameron

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I need to let out my inner slut and tell you how much I want neteyam x human reader getting eaten out by him for the first time 😭😭

A helping friend

~ Summary : As the great friend Neteyam is, he always helps you and teaches you something new. But one day, he taught you what pleasure feels like.

~ Warnings : human reader, oral (fem receiving), dom!Neteyam, sub!Reader, first time, virginity loss, non-con, size difference, praising <3

~ Word count : almost 1.5k

~ Translations : narlor - beautiful ; yawntutsyìp - little loved one ; sevin - pretty (female) ; syulang - flower

It is true that you and Neteyam are best buddies since you were little. You two were always with one another, never being alone. If you were somewhere, Neteyam was after you and vice versa.

As time passed and you both grew older and became even closer. He began bringing you new things he found interesting and taught you about them as much as he already knows. He wanted to make sure that even if you're human, you know everything about his clan. He wanted you to know every plant, animal and weapon, to identify them as quickly as possible.

He thought he taught you everything you needed to know, but he was wrong.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Neteyam is finally free. All his duties for today are finished and he can rest in peace. He takes his bow and walks back to his family's hut, desiring a much deserved nap. Neteyam's a busy man because the role of the next Olo'eyktan doesn't come just like that, he has responsibilities too.

He enters the hut and places his weapons and warrior garments next to the flap, in their original spot. His golden eyes scan the area and find out he's alone. His parents must have left and his siblings are out somewhere, doing something probably crazy.

A sigh leaves his mouth and he storms out of the hut. He can't stay like that, alone. But he decides to visit his little human.

You are the most annoying thing he has ever met but he won't trade you for anything in the world. You are funny too, something he adores but also hates at the same time since your humour can be a bit too much for him.

Neteyam walks towards the lab, his long strides carrying him the distance as he arrives in just a few minutes. He pushes the door open and extends his large arm to grab a breathing mask. He brings it to his neck and lets it hang loosely around it as he lifts the mask to his nose and breathes in and out.

Neteyam makes his way to your room, knowing the way like the back of his hand. There, he sees you lying flat on your bed, a book in your hands. You are wearing an oversized t-shirt of Spider's since he doesn't wear them and a pair of shorts that belong to you and reach just below your butt. Neteyam had always joked about the way you looked but not in a bad way. He likes the way your body looks and wants you to know that.

With great care, he goes towards you and lets his big body fall on top of your fragile one, earning a surprised yelp from you.

"Get off!" you demand and instead of moving off of you, he chuckles and wraps his long arms around you, looking yours inside his to keep you close.

"It's not funny Teyam." you sigh and try to wiggle out of his grasp only for him to hug you tighter.

"Don't wanna." he mumbles in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "I like to stay here, on top of you." you feel like going crazy. Besides him being heavy as fuck, he is also stubborn and hard to convince.

"You are going to crush me. Get off so we could talk like two normal people!" now your patience is running off but Neteyam doesn't pay attention. Man is in his own world.

"Have I ever told you I'm not normal?" you don't need confirmation, he is teasing you and has that smug smile on his face. You want to slap him hard. Right now, right here. But you can't! Why? Because he has you trapped underneath him. What made you choose a behemoth as your best friend?

You want to speak again, but he is quick to cut you off, "I brought you nothing today... but I guess I could show you something new." his raspy voice lingers in your ears for a moment longer. Something new?

"What do you mean, Teyam? You said you didn't bring me anything for today?" you ask but he chuckles again.

"Have you ever..." he stops speaking as his large hand sneaks its way to the band of your shorts, pulling at it before letting go of it and watching it slap against your hip. You breath hitches in your chest at the thought of him touching you. It's true that you never touched yourself before because you didn't know how. You wanted your first time to be special, not you masturbating yourself.

"No..." you let out a shaky breath as he runs one long finger across your already soaked folds, collecting all your juices.

"Then why don't we try, huh?" he's teasing you, enjoying the fact that from someone with attitude he turned you into a mess who can't even comprehend her own words.

You don't know if you should. Yes, you are best friends and trust each other with your lives but this, you don't know if you can allow him to take away your virginity.

As if he's sensing your discomfort, Neteyam places a wet kiss on the back of your nape.

"I will make you feel good, narlor. Let me give you a taste of what you never experienced." his plea sounds so good that you almost nodded. His large digit rubs circles on your clit, and you involuntarily arch your back in his chest.

"There you are. I knew you would like this." he continues to rub your bud, his eyes never leaving your tiny frame that was trapped under his mass.

"Neteyam..." "I'm right here yawntutsyìp. Tell me you like it, tell me you want more." when you don't answer, he pulls back. All the pleasure you felt is now gone like it wasn't even there. A whine leaves your mouth at his action, regretting not responding to his question.

"See what you did? You always talk but now you can't tell me 'yes'?" he lifts himself off of you and rolls you over on you back, your calves being put over his thick thighs.

"You are rude." you point your finger at him but he smirks down at you. Gently, he pulls down your shorts and is surprised not to see anything else under.

"Nothing? It's like you were calling for me." Neteyam leans down and takes a long breath, your scent intoxicating him. Your aroma is what Neteyam is addicted to from now on. His blue lips make contact with your hot skin, leaving sloppy kisses along your stomach and inner thighs.

He lowers his head between your small thighs and dives in. His lips wrap around your clit and sucks on the small bud as he teases your entrance with his thick fingers. You throw your head back and close your eyes tightly, the pleasure intensifying with his mouth on you. You look down at him and he's already staring, never breaking eye contact. His piercing stare makes you wet if not wetter. Neteyam can feel his fingers getting soaked around your lips and smirks, the corner of his lips tugging upwards.

His mouth releases your clit with a wet pop as he lowers his head, his hands coming to your thighs to spread them even wider. When his large tongue enters you, your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure. You back arches hard and you unintentionally push Neteyam's tongue deeper into you. Of course this doesn't go unnoticed by him as he moves it in and out of you, his flat nose rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

"Fuck — Nete, I'm close.." you whimper and grip at his braids. Neteyam hums in response as he continues to lap at your juices like a hungry animal. A loud pornographic moan leaves your mouth as the coil in your stomach snaps.

Neteyam pulls back and wipes away your slick from his chin and jaw with the back of his hand, gazing down at your now numb form.

"You sounded so pretty, sevin." your eyes roll at his comment before they drift to the ceiling. Why didn't you do that earlier? You didn't know how to touch yourself but also didn't want to make a fool of yourself.

"Thank you. Thank you for showing me... for, teaching me what pleasure feels like. I think that's the best lesson I ever got from you." you say weakly, catching your breath though there is truth behind those words. Neteyam nods at your words and comes closer to you, lying beside you and curling his big body around yours.

"Always, syulang." he presses a kiss on the top of your head before he drags a blanket over you, wrapping you in it like a baby. He hugs you tightly to his chest and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with you in his embrace and heart.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SOFT ! ★.

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a small story of teenage love 🪐

Warnings! : sickness, throwing up(not grossly detailed.)

note! : this is my first ever fanfic so be easy on me please 😭 dont really like this broo

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Translations!

yawntu= beloved/love

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Neteyam was soft. His hands were smooth, his chest was like a pillow and his cheeks felt so good to caress.

other than the outside, hes also soft on the inside . He would always be there for you, give you gifts and take care of you when you had hard times, he was just..soft.

One time you werent feeling good and you kept throwing up. Neteyam would never be grossed out, instead he keeps your hair out of the way, his fingers acting like a hairband and whispers sweet things to you to make you feel okay and safe.

'oh..i know. ' he said quietly like a whisper, rubbing your back as you were whining in pain after each gag .

'its over soon yawntu..' he petted the back your head, scratching it.

or you two would go on trips together like ikran dates , sneaking out , climbing trees and just having a good time together. you guys always would forget the time and next thing you know you wake up to see your head on neteyam soft chest, together on the forest floor, asleep.

"Neteyam we should head back..-" you mumble to him but he just responses in a small groan and pulls you closer, wanting to feel your comforting warmth.

"Our parents will be mad !!" You whisper yell, you guys both know what consequences there are. "They can wait.." he says quietly, but clearly.

"but-"

"no"

You didnt have a choice.

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Introducing my Na'vi Oc Tulìpey!

Tulìpey was born to a vagabond father who returned to his roots for the sake of his infant child as a reef tribe na'vi, after Tulìpey's mother died bearing them.

Growing up Tulìpey's hybrid appearance and hard time adapting to the way of water was a big target for prejudice and bullying, but Tulìpey didn't let that influence them from becoming a respectable warrior and hunter.

Tulìpey's way of fighting and hunting strives away from the classic reef na'vi way, making it hard for many clan members to work together with them. There is a learning curve when you want to work with Tulìpey but if that is overcome, then teamwork with Tulìpey seems essential because of the new possibilities.

Tulìpey understands that not everyone is open to learning for the sake of them to join on team tasks, so Tulìpey mostly works alone.

Tulìpey's strong suit lies in their legs and their amazing endurance while running. Funny enough that endurance disappears when Tulìpey is underwater. It seems that being underwater too long makes them over stimulated and doesn't make them think straight, causing them to mess up their breathing

Because of their androgynous appearance/voice, their gender is considered a mystery to many of the tribe members, it doesn't bother Tulìpey what the other na'vi refer to them as, as long as they dont bother them and let them do their work lol

Unknown to the tribe and Tulipey themselves , they are actually intersex, which result in them having both male and female characteristics as well as in their case they are sadly sterile because of that.

Tulìpey can seem very distant and cold, mostly focused on their tasks. They have a natural distrust for others because of their childhood, but if you somehow manage them to warm up to you, then they are actually a very mellow and kind na'vi that would love to dance with you.