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[netexyy]

— heat in the hush

🔞Neteyam x Human!Reader

⚠️ SMUT | soft obsession, size kink, scent kink, possessiveness, human x Na’vi size difference, creampie, overstimulation, praise.

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The forest feels too quiet tonight.

Your breath is the loudest thing in it. That, and the subtle patter of your heartbeat. Or maybe that's the way your nerves crackle beneath your skin—Neteyam's eyes on you like something primal, like you're prey, but adored prey. Worshipped. Touched by his gaze alone.

He hasn’t said much since the others left. He only looks. Like he knows something you don’t. Like he can smell it on you.

Maybe he can.

You’re sweating through your shirt, thighs pressed together where you sit on the mossy rock, and when he steps forward—silent, hulking, eclipsing the moonlight with his frame—you look up at him, neck craned.

“Why do you stare at me like that?” you ask, soft, trying to make it a joke.

He tilts his head. His braids shift with the motion. “You don’t feel it?” His voice is low. Dangerous in the way only truth can be. “What you do to me?”

You blink. He comes closer. Close enough you have to lean back on your hands to keep your balance.

“I… what do I do to you?”

He inhales. Slow. “You breathe, and I ache.”

Your stomach clenches. “Neteyam—”

“You smell sweet. Like you want me.”

You freeze.

Because you do. Because your whole body is screaming it—soaked through your panties, sensitive in every place he hasn't touched yet. You know the lab’s heat cycle suppressants have been malfunctioning lately, but you didn't think it had spread to the outside—into your scent, into him.

“I shouldn’t—” you start.

He drops to his knees in front of you, massive hands braced on either side of your hips. “You want to tell me no?”

You look at him. Really look. And you forget every reason.

“No,” you whisper.

His mouth finds your neck like he was starving for it. His lips are soft, almost too soft for how hard your pulse is racing, and when his tongue brushes that sensitive spot beneath your ear, your whole body shudders.

“‘Teyam,” you gasp. “People—someone could—”

“No one is near. No one will hear.” His voice rumbles against your throat. “I’ve waited long enough.”

You barely remember how your clothes come off. His hands are too skilled, too focused. He moves like a hunter taking apart his kill—not careless, but certain. Reverent. Like he knows this is something he's needed and he won’t ruin it by rushing.

And then you’re bare in the open air, and he’s groaning like he’s never seen something so fucking beautiful.

“I shouldn’t want you like this,” he says, thumbing your inner thigh. “But you’re made to take me, aren’t you?”

You whimper. Nod.

He kisses your stomach. “So small. So soft. My little human. All this warmth between your legs, and it's mine?”

You squirm under his touch, arousal pooling so hot it aches. “Yours,” you whisper.

He growls—actually growls—and lines the thick head of his cock up to your entrance. It pulses against your folds, and your legs tremble with anticipation and something more: fear, awe. He’s big. Bigger than anything you’ve ever taken.

But you want it.

He watches your face as he pushes in, inch by inch, dragging your slick out with each stretch. “You’re doing so good,” he breathes. “So fucking good, yawne.”

You cry out, hand gripping his wrist, nails biting skin. “It’s too much—feels too good, I can’t—”

“You can. You were made for this.” His hand presses to your belly, feeling the way his length fills you. “Feel me?”

You nod. Tears prick your eyes.

He starts to move—slow, deep, like he’s afraid he’ll break you if he goes too fast. But even like this, the fullness has you gasping, clenching down around him as your climax builds too fast, too bright, too soon.

“I—fuck—I’m close—”

“Then come. Let me feel you.” He thrusts harder now, grip tight on your hips, guiding you over that edge.

You fall.

The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, sharp and soft at once, and you're panting his name into the night air. But he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking you, deeper now, more desperate, more animal.

“I need to fill you,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “Need to come inside you, need to feel you dripping with me—”

You sob, overstimulated, too full. “Do it. Want you to.”

And he does. His whole body tenses, a ragged moan ripping from his throat as he comes, pulsing deep inside you. It’s hot and heavy, and you swear you feel every spurt, every drop.

You’re shaking.

He doesn't pull out.

Not yet.

Instead, he presses kisses to your damp cheeks, your forehead, your lips. His cock still nestled inside you, keeping every drop in.

“You were perfect,” he whispers. “I won’t let anyone else have you. You understand?”

You nod, dizzy with pleasure.

“You’re mine now,” he adds, voice dark and tender. “You’ll never want anything else.”

And honestly… after that?

You probably won’t.

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[netexyy]

Part 2 || Wrong universe, right guy

 ⁠ﾐ⁠ what happens when you suddenly wake up in the Pandora instead of your usual bed on the earth after reading 10+ ff of neteyam? Obviously something very weird but interesting, right?

Neteyam x reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: after staying up all night reading Avatar: The Way of Water fanfics, Y/N wakes up as a female Na'vi in Pandora and realizes she's somehow become part of the world she obsessed over.

Author note: it's next part bbs, check out part 1 to make out some sense. I'm not satisfied with this one, kinda really hate it , but i will make sure to improve my stories and writings in the future. Enjoy!

( hope there's no major mistakes, i don't have energy to reread again 😭)

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You should have been sleeping.

Instead, you sat by a glowing tree root like the dramatic protagonist you were, hugging your knees and trying not to cry over the fact that you were now a giant alien stuck in your favorite movie.

The forest pulsed around you—green, humming, a little too real.

You’d just spent the entire day pretending you were totally from a "legit" clan.

Neteyam hadn’t said much about it, but you could tell by the way he looked at you—curious, thoughtful, like he was trying to do a background check in his head—that he wasn’t buying it.

Then again, he didn’t not believe you. Yet.

“Can’t sleep?”

You turned. Neteyam was stepping softly through the roots, light casting a gentle glow on his shoulders. Of course he looked flawless in the dark. Of course.

You coughed and quickly wiped your face, trying to act casual. “Nah. Just… night owl things.”

“Night… owl?” he echoed.

Crap. “It’s a—uh—a creature from my clan’s forest. It stays up late. Hoots a lot. Kind of annoying.”

Neteyam gave a soft laugh and sat down beside you. Not too close. Just enough to make your heartbeat annoying.

“I haven’t heard of the coastal before,” he said calmly, like he was trying to be polite but couldn’t help investigating.

You forced a smile. “Yeah, we’re pretty… private. Very remote. Our whole thing is, like, secrecy and weird trees.”

His brow quirked. “Weird trees.”

You nodded. “Like bendy ones. And we don’t talk much to outsiders. It’s our vibe.”

He seemed amused, but didn’t call you out on it.

Instead, he said, “You’re different.”

Your stomach flipped. “Is that… bad?”

He shook his head. “No. Just rare.”

That shouldn’t have made your face feel like it was on fire. But it did.

You looked away and muttered, “You’re nice. Too nice.”

Neteyam tilted his head. “You say that like it’s a flaw.”

“It is,” you said, kicking a glowing leaf. “Where I come from, people like you get taken advantage of.”

There was a long pause. Then, quietly, “Then I’m glad I don’t come from there.”

You turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the tree roots ahead, golden and soft.

“I’m not dumb,” he said. “I know something’s off. But… you don’t feel like a threat. You feel like someone who’s lost.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

He glanced sideways. “You don’t have to explain. Just… be careful. My father might not be so trusting.”

Your throat felt tight. “Thanks.”

Another pause. Then, softly, “If you ever want to talk about… whatever it is, I’ll listen.”

You smiled, a little broken, a little grateful. “You really are too nice.”

He stood up and offered his hand. “Come back before someone thinks you wandered off and got eaten by a viperwolf.”

You took it, heart thudding as his fingers closed around yours.

“I’m not scared of viperwolves,” you lied.

“Good,” he said. “Because one’s been following you for half an hour.”

You nearly shrieked before you caught the grin tugging at his mouth.

“Oh my God—you suck.”

---

The next morning, Lo’ak dragged you into a game of don’t fall out of the tree, which you lost within five minutes.

“Do you guys just casually live thirty feet above the ground?” you groaned, hanging upside-down in a vine net after slipping off a branch.

Spider leaned over from another platform. “Welcome to Pandora. We fall with style.”

Kiri was trying to get you to identify which berries were edible.

“Okay,” she said, holding up two nearly identical fruits. “One of these tastes like honey. The other will make you hallucinate and forget how to breathe.”

You stared at them. “Why do you know this and still ask me?”

“For science.”

Lo’ak walked by, smirking. “Eat the wrong one and you might finally tell the truth about where you’re really from.”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

Kiri shrugged and tossed you the safe berry. “He’s not wrong. You’re like, hilariously suspicious.”

“I’m mysterious,” you corrected. “It’s different.”

Spider added, “You mutter weird things to yourself. Like ‘bro is literally canon’ and ‘oh my God he’s hot in person.’”

You choked. “I—THAT—no I don’t.”

They all gave you the same look.

Even Neteyam, who had just landed on the platform above.

You buried your face in your hands. “I want to die.”

---

Later, Neteyam found you sulking near a thick vine wall where the light filtered through like stained glass. You were doodling with a stick in the dirt, thinking about how much easier this all sounded in fanfic.

He sat beside you again. Quiet, steady.

“You’re not doing too bad,” he said.

You snorted. “I’ve fallen out of a tree, insulted a sacred plant by accident, and forgot how to drink from a leaf cup.”

“You only dropped it once,” he said, lips twitching. “That’s impressive for a foreigner.”

You looked up at him, frustrated. “Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t even know if I’m lying to you.”

Neteyam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Because you try,” he said. “You keep trying even though you’re terrible at blending in.”

“...Wow. Thanks.”

He smiled. “I meant that as a compliment.”

You rolled your eyes. “You have weird taste in people.”

“Maybe.” He glanced at you. “But you’re not boring.”

You were about to say something flirty and dumb when he added, “ you are come with me tonight, right? As we agreed”

You blinked. “of course I'm coming, i wouldn't dare to back off ?”

“Good, because i want to show you something.”

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That night

He led you through a narrow vine path, up toward a high branch where the entire forest opened below like a sea of light. The trees glowed. The stars sparkled above.

And in the center of a small grove, a glowing tree with silver leaves shimmered in the wind.

You gasped.

“This place…” you whispered.

“It’s where I come when I need to think,” he said. “Or just… breathe.”

You stepped forward, awestruck. “It’s beautiful.”

He looked at you, not the tree. “It is.”

You stared up at the stars for a while, then said softly, “Sometimes I think I dreamed all of this. Like I’ll blink and wake up back where I don’t belong.”

Neteyam’s voice was gentle. “And where do you belong?”

You swallowed. “That’s the problem. I don’t know anymore.”

He stepped closer, not touching you, but near enough to feel the heat off his skin.

“If this is a dream,” he said, “I don’t want it to end.”

You looked at him. Really looked at him.

And for the first time since arriving, you forgot to be scared.

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The night air was warm against your skin. You stood in Neteyam’s secret place, the glowing leaves of the sacred tree brushing your shoulders, and for a second, everything felt still.

Like maybe this was real.

Like maybe you belonged here.

Like maybe—just maybe—he was looking at you the way you always dreamed he would.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Neteyam said, quiet but certain.

You turned your head. “Even if I’m a total weirdo with a fake backstory and suspicious knowledge of your family?”

He laughed softly. “Especially because of that.”

Your chest did that dangerous flutter again.

Then—

The air shifted.

A flicker.

You blinked.

And for a split second, everything glitched.

The light of the tree dimmed. The stars warped. Neteyam’s figure wavered like bad reception. You blinked again, harder this time.

“...Did you see that?” you whispered.

Neteyam frowned. “See what?”

You stared at him. His edges had smoothed out again, like whatever just happened hadn’t touched him.

But you—your body felt wrong.

Unstable.

Fading.

Your hands trembled as you looked down—your fingers blinked in and out, just briefly, but it was enough to send panic crawling up your spine.

“No. No no no—” you muttered.

“Y/N?” Neteyam’s voice dropped, sharp with concern. “What’s happening?”

He stepped toward you.

You backed up, trying not to lose it. “I think—I think I’m waking up.”

His brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

You swallowed hard, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. “I’m not from another clan. Not really. I lied.”

Silence.

“I’m not even from this world.”

His expression didn’t shift.

You laughed bitterly. “You think I’m crazy.”

“I’m listening,” he said firmly. “Tell me.”

You sat down on a root before your knees gave out. “I come from a place where all of this—Pandora, the Na’vi, you—it’s fiction. A story. A movie.”

His eyes narrowed. “A what?”

“I don’t know how I got here,” you rushed on. “I was reading fanfics—stories people made up about you—and then I fell asleep and woke up like this.”

You gestured at your tall, blue body like it personally offended you.

Neteyam didn’t move for a long moment.

Then he knelt beside you, voice cautious. “So you’re not really Na’vi.”

“Nope.”

“You don’t know how you got this body.”

“No clue.”

“And yet you’ve been here… living with us. Lying.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you snapped, then softened. “I was scared. You all meant so much to me. I couldn’t ruin it.”

He stared at you, unreadable.

You whispered, “I didn’t want to lose this.”

Another flicker.

This time, Neteyam did see it—your face blurred for a second, like static through glass.

His eyes widened. “You’re—fading.”

“I think I’m waking up,” you said again, voice cracking. “I think this dream is ending.”

He reached forward and grabbed your hand. “No.”

You blinked at him.

“You said this is just a story where you’re from,” he said. “But I’m real. Right now. You feel real to me.”

“I don’t want to go back,” you said, chest tight. “Back there, I’m just some ordinary girl obsessing over people who don’t even exist.”

He squeezed your hand. “You exist here.”

You met his eyes—and he was looking at you like you were something more than a glitch. Like you mattered. Like this wasn’t a dream.

“You make me feel seen,” he said. “Not as the perfect warrior, or the oldest son. Just… as me.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks. You didn’t even try to stop them.

“But if this is ending,” you whispered, “I want to say goodbye the right way.”

Neteyam leaned forward, his forehead brushing yours.

Then he kissed you.

Soft. Warm. Like leaves rustling in the wind. His hand cupped your cheek, anchoring you as the world began to tremble.

And when he pulled back, his voice broke.

“You were never just a dream.”

Then everything went white.

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[netexyy]

Neteyam || Golden boy's secret

In which y/n discovers neteyam's perverted habit - watching her every single night through her window-so , in return she decides to give him little show ⚠️🔞smut

Word count - 1.9k

Everyone on Pandora knew Neteyam Sully as the golden child. The perfect warrior, the respectful son, the calm older brother. He walked with grace, spoke with intention, and carried the kind of honor that made elders proud and girls swoon.

To most, he was untouchable. Pure. The pride of the Omatikaya.

But what they didn’t know—what no one knew—was that behind that innocent smile and unwavering discipline, Neteyam had a secret. A dark, needy, overwhelming secret, how much of a pervert he actually was.

It started innocently. Curiosity. A glance through her lab window late at night. He had been out hunting and saw her sitting on her bed in one of those flimsy tank tops, hair tied up messily, skin glowing under the warm light.

He told himself he would leave.

He never did.

Night after night, he came back. Hiding in the shadows, just outside her window. Sometimes she was sleeping, curled up like something delicate. Other times she was brushing her hair or stretching in ways that made his thoughts burn with shame.

He’d watch, pulse thundering, mouth dry, until he couldn’t take it anymore and disappeared into the trees to take care of the ache between his legs.

What he didn’t know—was that she knew.

Y/N had noticed the first time, a soft flicker of movement outside her window. Then again. And again. She had her suspicions, but when she peeked through the corner of the glass and saw those amber eyes glowing in the dark—her breath had caught.

Neteyam.

Sweet, perfect Neteyam.

She should’ve been angry. She wasn’t.

If anything, she was... intrigued. And a little thrilled.

So she decided to play a little game.

Tonight, she was ready.

Neteyam crouched in his usual spot, barely breathing, his hand resting against the cool wall of her lab window. She was already in her bed, legs crossed, a book resting on her thighs. The light made her skin glow, soft and inviting.

He exhaled slowly, adjusting his position.

Then she moved.

Her fingers slowly slid the book off her lap and onto the floor. She stretched, arms over her head, arching her back in a way that made the thin fabric of her sleep shirt cling to her body.

Neteyam swallowed hard. His tail flicked behind him, tension curling low in his belly.

Then she looked toward the window.

Right at him.

He froze.

But she didn’t scream. Didn’t panic. Instead, she gave the faintest smirk. Then—her hand drifted lower.

Neteyam blinked. Was he dreaming?

Y/N’s fingers trailed over her stomach, slowly tugging up her shirt just enough to reveal the soft skin beneath. Her other hand grazed her inner thigh. A show. A performance. For him.

And he couldn’t look away.

His breath hitched, chest rising and falling with increasing pace. He leaned in slightly, eyes wide, pupils dilated.

She ran her hand over the waistband of her shorts, teasing herself. Her fingers slipped lower, brushing softly, hips shifting as she let out a quiet sigh.

Neteyam bit his lip. Hard.

He didn’t know if he should be ashamed or grateful. All he knew was that his cock was painfully hard, pressing against the confines of his loincloth.

Then she whispered his name.

“Neteyam...”

That was all it took.

In a blur of movement, he was at her door, pulling it open with shaking hands. Y/N met his eyes calmly, still seated on the bed, legs slightly parted.

“You’ve been watching me,” she said softly. Not accusing. Just stating a fact.

“I—”

She stood up, walking toward him slowly. “You think I didn’t notice?”

Neteyam opened his mouth. Closed it.

Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek. He leaned into the touch instinctively, eyes fluttering shut.

“You could’ve just asked,” she whispered.

That was the end of his restraint.

He grabbed her waist, pushing her against the nearest wall, mouth crashing into hers. She gasped but didn’t resist. If anything, she clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Neteyam groaned against her lips, grinding against her. His hands roamed—over her hips, her back, under her shirt.

He needed her.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “You drive me crazy. I think about you all the time. When you sleep. When you laugh. I—fuck, I watch you and I can’t stop—”

She pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear. “Then don’t stop.”

Clothes came off fast—tugged, yanked, tossed to the floor. He was careful, even in his desperation, touching her like she was something precious, something he’d dreamed about too long.

Y/N spread her legs for him, fingers gripping the sheets as Neteyam settled between her thighs. He looked up once, checking her face.

She nodded. “Yes.”

He slid into her slowly, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as her heat wrapped around him.

“Fuck—Y/N—”

Their rhythm built quickly. Her moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of his hips slapping against hers. His name fell from her lips over and over until it was almost a chant.

Neteyam gripped her thigh, angling deeper, watching her unravel beneath him. He couldn’t believe this was real. That she wanted him just as much.

When she came, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream—he lost it.

With a final thrust, he spilled inside her, head buried in the crook of her neck, panting, trembling.

They stayed like that for a moment. Still. Sweaty. Satisfied.

Finally, Y/N chuckled. “Golden boy, huh?”

He groaned into her shoulder. “If they only knew.”

She smirked. “They’d never believe it.”

Neteyam looked up, eyes dark with something possessive and a little dangerous. “Good. Let them keep thinking I’m innocent. As long as you know the truth.”

She kissed him again, slow and deep.

“I know everything.”

~~~

[netexyy]

Wrong universe, right guy

 ⁠ﾐ⁠ what happens when you suddenly wake up in the Pandora instead of your usual bed on the earth after reading 10+ ff of neteyam? Obviously something very weird but interesting, right?

Neteyam x reader

Part 1

Word count: 4k

Summary: after staying up all night reading Avatar: The Way of Water fanfics, Y/N wakes up as a female Na'vi in Pandora and realizes she's somehow become part of the world she obsessed over.

Author note: wrote this a long time ago , not the best but i will try to improve next part

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You should’ve gone to sleep.

But no, you just had to click on that one last Neteyam x reader fanfic—the one where he saved the human girl from drowning and whispered something suspiciously spicy before vanishing into the mist like some heroic jungle boyfriend. You were completely sucked in, eyes dry from staring at your screen for way too long, brain overloaded with blue aliens, loincloths, and unnecessary angst. The fanfic wasn’t even that good. But you were too far gone to care.

Sometime around 4:12 AM, your phone slipped out of your hand and thudded against your face. That was the last thing you remembered before the darkness took you.

When you opened your eyes, you were not in your bed.

For one, your ceiling had never been this… leafy. For another, the air smelled like wet forest and some kind of glowing fruit smoothie.

And your arms.

What. The. Hell.

Your arms were blue.

Long, elegant, toned Na’vi arms, complete with bioluminescent freckles trailing up to your shoulder. You jolted up so fast that you knocked your head against the nearest tree branch and let out a very un-Na’vi shriek.

“OW—WHAT THE ACTUAL—?!”

You scrambled to your feet, or paws, or whatever you now had. Tall. You were tall. Like six-foot-something, and that was just from eyeballing it.

Your first instinct was to scream again.

Your second was to slap yourself.

You did both. Loudly.

Slap.

Still blue.

“Okay. Okay. This is fine,” you muttered to yourself, stumbling forward and catching your reflection in a puddle. Your heart nearly gave out. “HOLY SH*T I’M HOT.”

You had the high cheekbones, the long neck, the massive amber-gold eyes. The braid. The ears. The tail. The whole package. You looked like you’d been born from James Cameron’s sketchbook and blessed by Eywa herself. The worst part? You were kinda into it.

“Oh no. Ohhh no no no.”

This had to be a dream. Some elaborate fanfic-fueled fever dream.

You turned in a slow circle, trying to take it all in. Pandora. Real. Glowing. Absolutely insane.

And then you heard voices.

Familiar ones.

“Lo’ak, I swear if you touch my bow one more time—”

“I wasn’t touching it! I was just moving it!”

A grumbly voice added, “You guys argue too much.”

Your whole soul froze. No way.

You turned.

Standing not twenty feet away were Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Spider.

REAL.

ALIVE.

WEARING CLOTHES YOU HAD MENTALLY FANCASTED THEM IN.

This was either the best or worst thing that had ever happened to you.

Your ears twitched involuntarily. On a scale from 1 to 10 , how bad of an Idea would it be to straight up jump in their laps? Negative...???

They noticed.

Neteyam turned, brows furrowed in polite confusion, then widened in shock. “Who—?”

You did the most human thing possible: you waved.

“Uh. Hey.”

Spider tilted his head. “Who are you?”

Lo’ak’s hand hovered near his weapon. “Wait… are you from another clan?”

Think fast. THINK FAST.

You threw on a fake accent so bad it sounded like you’d swallowed a mosquito mid-sentence. “Yes. I’m from a small coastal clan near the east, we mostly fish and stay hidden from conflict."

There was a beat of silence. Neteyam blinked. “There’s no such a clan, right? ”

You fake-laughed like an NPC glitching out. “Ha ha. It is very… remote.”

Spider stepped closer, eyeing you like you were either lost or insane. “You okay? You kinda look like you hit your head.”

Which… fair.

You swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

“Do you remember your name?”

You opened your mouth to answer, realized your name was human, panicked, and blurted, “Neywen.”

Neywen?

Really?

That was the best your over-caffeinated brain could do?

You wanted to evaporate.

But somehow… Neteyam smiled.

“Well, Neywen,” he said warmly, “you look like you could use some help.”

Your heart did a triple backflip. “I wouldn’t say no.”

---

You followed them through the forest like a glitchy little stalker, trying not to trip over your tail. Every step felt surreal. The plants glowed. The bugs sparkled. Lo’ak talked non-stop about some fight he got into with an ilu. Spider kept giving you suspicious side-eyes. And Neteyam?

Neteyam walked next to you.

Close.

You couldn’t stop glancing at him. He was even better in person. The voice? Velvet. The shoulders? Carved by angels. The smile? You needed CPR.

“So,” he said casually, “coastal clan, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you said, sweating.

He chuckled. “Must be pretty far. I’ve never heard of them.”

“Very… exclusive,” you said. “We, uh, don’t get out much.”

Lo’ak turned around, smirking. “Sounds fake.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You sound fake.”

“Touché.”

---

When you reached the Sully village, you almost fainted.

Neytiri. Jake. Kiri.

The whole damn canon cast.

Right there.

You tried not to sob.

They stared at you with varying degrees of suspicion and curiosity.

Jake gave you the dad stare. “Who’s this?”

“She says she’s from the some weird ass clan,” Lo’ak said, clearly holding back laughter.

You waved again, because your brain had no better ideas.

“Hi.”

Neytiri’s expression was somewhere between “should I hug her” and “should I gut her with my knife.”

But Jake sighed, rubbed his temples, and said, “Alright. You can stay until we figure out what’s going on.”

Which meant: You were officially in Pandora. Living with the Sullys. Near Neteyam.

You had no idea what the hell you were doing.

But you were going to fake it with every fiber of your tall, blue being.

---

So, you had officially been adopted by the Sully family.

Well… more like tolerated. Suspiciously. With side-eyes.

You had a makeshift hammock in a corner of the home tree that definitely smelled like damp moss, and a mental checklist of things you weren’t supposed to say unless you wanted to get caught.

Words like:

“James Cameron.”

“Canon event.”

“Spoiler alert: Neteyam dies.”

You were surviving. Barely.

“Hey, Neywen,” Lo’ak called one morning, poking his head around the corner of your platform. “You wanna come practice climbing trees with us? It’s like falling off stuff but on purpose.”

You blinked at him. “Uh… that sounds… horrifying.”

Neteyam’s voice floated in from behind. “We’ll go slow. You’ll be fine.”

You sat up way too fast. “Sure! Let me just figure out how to stretch without tail-whipping myself again.”

Lo’ak smirked. “Still doing that?”

“It has a mind of its own, okay?” you snapped, tail already twitching like it had beef with gravity.

---

Fifteen Minutes Later

You were halfway up a tree the size of a New York apartment building, sweating profusely, regretting all your life choices, and trying to keep up with a bunch of actual forest ninjas.

“I’m ninety percent sure I wasn’t built for this,” you gasped, hugging a branch for dear life.

Spider hung upside down nearby, clearly unbothered. “You’re literally Na’vi now. You’ve got like, built-in monkey mode.”

“I want a refund.”

Kiri laughed. “You’re doing better than Lo’ak did his first time.”

“Hey!” Lo’ak shouted. “That was one time. And the branch was wet!”

You took a deep breath, adjusted your grip, and kept climbing. Neteyam waited just above you, perched easily on a branch like some kind of genetically blessed cat-boy. When you finally reached him, he offered a hand.

You took it.

Electricity. Static. Brain melting.

“You made it,” he said, voice soft.

You grinned, out of breath. “Yay me. Did I unlock the achievement?”

He tilted his head. “What?”

“Nothing. Language barrier. You wouldn’t get it.”

---

Once you were all up in the high canopy, Kiri pointed out different trees and taught you which ones had healing sap and which ones would kill you in three seconds or less.

“That one down there,” she said, “will make your skin itch for three days.”

You blinked at it. “I used that to wash my arms earlier.”

She stared at you. “You’re probably gonna want to prepare a burial chant.”

Lo’ak cackled.

Meanwhile, Neteyam kept subtly watching you. Not in a creepy way. More like he was trying to figure you out. Like you were a puzzle that didn’t quite fit into their world.

And you weren’t doing the best job pretending you belonged.

“I like this tree,” you said, sitting on a wide branch and swinging your legs like a little kid. “Good vibes. Smells like bark.”

Spider squinted. “Isn’t that… what all trees smell like?”

“Okay, and?”

Neteyam chuckled. “You’re strange.”

“Thanks. I try.”

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That night, after dinner and a painfully awkward moment where you called roasted yovo fruit “the fruity fungus balls” in front of Neytiri, you snuck away from the others and sat near a glowing stream under the roots of the big tree. The forest pulsed with quiet life—creatures chirping, leaves glowing, everything humming like a living song.

And you were starting to realize something terrifying:

You didn’t want to leave.

“Thought I might find you here.”

You turned. Neteyam padded through the vines, light catching in his braids.

“Oh, hey,” you said quickly. “Just… hiding from social situations. Very normal behavior.”

He sat beside you, silent for a minute.

“You seem sad,” he said.

You picked at the grass. “Maybe.”

“Did something happen back home?”

You looked at him. The kindness in his face made it hard to lie.

“It’s more like… I didn’t fit there. And now I’m here, and I still don’t fit, but it feels… better.”

He nodded like he understood. “I think you fit more than you think.”

You snorted. “Lo’ak thinks I’m a spy. Spider thinks I’m deranged. Kiri wants to dissect me.”

Neteyam smiled. “Kiri wants to dissect everyone. Don’t take it personally.”

You looked at him. “Why aren’t you more suspicious of me?”

He tilted his head, thoughtful. “Because your story’s weird. But your heart’s not.”

You blinked. “That was very poetic. Who wrote that line for you?”

He laughed. “No one. I just mean—you try. Even when you fail. You don’t act like someone who means harm.”

You looked away, heat rising to your face.

“Also,” he added, glancing at you, “you make my brother shut up for five minutes. That’s rare.”

You laughed, leaning back against the tree roots. “I’ll take that as high praise.”

There was a moment of silence between you, not awkward this time—just calm.

Then he said, quietly, “Come with me tomorrow. I want to show you something.”

You turned to him. “What is it?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a soft grin. “Just us.”

---

To Be Continued…

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🫐 Boys getting curious about makeup stuff

Lo'ak, neteyam, spider x reader

Pure fluff

Word count ~ 2.k

Summary - Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Spider being adorably nosy and chaotic while you do your makeup.

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You sat on your bed inside the lab module, an array of palettes and brushes scattered on a blanket in front of you like a chaotic artist’s kit. A small round mirror leaned against a stack of books, reflecting your face as you carefully applied shimmer to the inner corners of your eyes. No reason. No party. No date. No mission. Just because you felt like it. And maybe because it helped you feel like yourself in a world where everything was alien, even your own reflection sometimes.

Outside, the sky was dimming into dusk, the forest humming quietly. You were deep into blending some rosy blush onto your cheeks when you heard the hatch open with a familiar hiss.

Lo’ak’s voice rang out first, as loud and unfiltered as ever.

“Yo! Y/N, what’re you doing?”

You didn’t even flinch. “Contouring my face so I can feel better about my life choices.”

There was a beat of silence.

Spider’s face appeared in the doorway next, eyes widening. “Wait… are you putting on makeup? Like... makeup makeup?”

You gave them a quick look before turning back to the mirror. “Yes, Spider. Like, makeup makeup. Mascara, blush, highlighter. Do you want me to list ingredients too?”

“Damn,” Lo’ak muttered, ducking through the doorframe to join you. “That’s a lotta tiny stuff. Why are there so many brushes?”

Neteyam was the last to walk in, graceful and quiet as always, ducking his head just a little more than the others to enter. He said nothing at first, but his eyes locked on your face with open curiosity. Then his ears twitched, and he tilted his head like a confused ikran pup.

Lo’ak dropped onto the floor dramatically, crossing his arms behind his head as he stared at your stuff. “Wait, is this like… battle paint? Or more like war against boredom?”

You laughed under your breath. “More like war against bad vibes.”

Spider plopped down next to you, peering into one of your makeup compacts. “This one looks like crushed rocks.”

“Highlighter,” you said, taking it back. “It makes your skin glow.”

Neteyam crouched beside Lo’ak and gave you a long, observant look. “You already glow,” he said, matter-of-fact.

You blinked, momentarily pausing with the brush halfway to your cheek. “Thanks, I guess?”

Lo’ak made a dramatic gagging noise. “Bro, stop. That was so corny.”

Neteyam shrugged, amused. “I’m just saying facts.”

Spider nodded like he was taking notes for science. “So you’re doing all this just for yourself? Not for a party? Or like, a hologram call to Earth?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Yes. For me. Sometimes girls just do makeup because they want to. No audience needed.”

Lo’ak reached for one of your lip glosses. “Can I try this? What is this, slime?”

You slapped his hand gently. “That’s lip gloss. And no, you cannot put it on like war paint.”

Neteyam leaned in slightly, genuinely intrigued. “What does it do?”

“It makes your lips shiny,” you said, swiping some on to demonstrate. “See?”

The boys all leaned forward at once, blinking.

“Shiny,” Lo’ak repeated slowly. “That’s it? Shiny lips?”

“Bro, humans are weird,” Spider mumbled, even though he was human himself.

You gave him a look. “Says the boy who eats Pandoran fruit straight from the tree and hasn’t washed his hair in like, four days.”

Spider held up a finger. “That’s called being resourceful.”

Lo’ak grabbed one of your eyeshadow palettes and opened it upside down, causing a small cascade of sparkly powder to fall onto the blanket.

You gasped. “Lo’ak!”

“Oops,” he said, but didn’t look sorry.

Neteyam shook his head, amused. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Exactly!” you pointed at Neteyam like he was a prophet.

Spider, now entirely invested, picked up one of your blush brushes and tapped it against his hand. “So what’s this one for?”

“Blush. Makes you look cute and alive. Not like a tired swamp creature.”

“I’m offended,” he muttered, but handed it to you. “Show me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You want blush?”

He nodded solemnly. “For science.”

Lo’ak snorted. “Oh, we’re doing this? Okay, okay. Y/N, give me shiny lips. Let me sparkle.”

You burst out laughing but obliged. “You asked for it.”

Soon, you had Spider with a subtle dusting of blush that actually made him look kind of endearing, and Lo’ak with a swipe of pink gloss on his bottom lip and some gold shimmer above his eyes. He kept puckering his lips and making kissy faces in the mirror.

“I am glamorous,” he declared dramatically. “No one talk to me unless it’s about fashion now.”

Neteyam sat back, arms crossed, watching it all unfold with that unreadable, faintly entertained expression of his. You caught him looking at you again as you added a soft wing to your eyeliner.

“What?” you asked.

He looked thoughtful. “You look… different.”

You smiled softly, this time really meeting his eyes. “In a good way or bad?”

Neteyam tilted his head again. “In a… Y/N way.”

Lo’ak made a retching noise again, but Spider elbowed him. “Dude, shut up. This is poetic.”

“Thank you,” Neteyam said, unbothered. Then, after a beat, “Can I try the… shiny powder?”

You blinked. “You? You want highlighter?”

He nodded once, serious.

Lo’ak made a big show of fainting. “He does have a soul!”

You reached for your favorite brush and gently applied a bit of champagne-colored shimmer to Neteyam’s cheekbones. His skin caught the light perfectly.

“Oh,” Spider said. “Oh, he’s glowing.”

“He’s always glowing,” you mumbled.

Neteyam gave you a look that said he’d definitely heard that. You coughed and focused on cleaning your brushes instead.

Lo’ak was still holding your lip gloss like it was sacred. “Wait, can we make this a thing? Like, makeup night?”

“Makeup night,” Spider echoed, nodding.

“I’m not doing this every day,” you warned.

“But it’s fun,” Neteyam said. “And… peaceful.”

You looked at him, surprised.

He gave a half-smile. “It feels like you. Like home.”

A warmth bloomed in your chest. You hadn’t realized until then how much you missed this—the casual normalcy of goofing off with friends, trying new things just because, sitting in a room where everyone made you feel safe just by being there.

“Fine,” you said finally. “But next time, we’re doing skincare masks too.”

Spider groaned. “What does that even mean?”

Lo’ak looked terrified. “You’re not putting goo on my face, are you?”

Neteyam just smiled quietly, his eyes never really leaving yours. “If it makes her smile, I’ll try it.”

And just like that, the room erupted in chaos again, Lo’ak trying to run, Spider shouting about cucumbers, and you laughing so hard you nearly dropped your mirror. The makeup was half-smeared, the brushes were out of order, but it didn’t matter.

None of it mattered.

Because this—this was better than perfect eyeliner or glitter lips. This was joy, unfiltered and bright, and you were glowing in the truest way possible.

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^᪲᪲᪲ jealous lo'ak

Loki Sully x human reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: Jealousy, toxic emotional behavior, possessiveness.

Author note: my first ever ff got 20 likes, jshgsjauhshah I can't believe it !! im so soo happy, hope you will like this post as well 🤍

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You never meant to get in the middle of them.

But maybe that’s what always happens when you spend too much time with brothers who burn the sky in different ways—one all calm flame, the other wild lightning.

You were human. A scientist’s daughter. One of the few allowed to stay after the war, working under Norm and Max in the new forest outpost. You weren’t exactly blending in with the Na’vi, but you weren’t exactly just watching from the glass anymore either.

And somewhere along the way, he had started watching you.

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Lo’ak hated the way you smiled when Neteyam entered the room.

It wasn’t anything special. You smiled at everyone. You were polite, soft-voiced, curious about Na’vi culture. You asked questions, always took notes. But when it was Neteyam, your eyes lingered too long. You laughed too easily.

And Neteyam—he didn’t even notice.

Of course he didn’t. He never had to try.

Lo’ak tried all the time, and you never looked at him like that.

He hated it.

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You were working late, again.

The lab was dim, just the glow of blue light across your cheeks as you hunched over a microscope. You were muttering to yourself—something about cell walls and Pandoran fungal resistance. You looked so serious, so focused.

So perfect.

Lo’ak leaned against the doorway. He didn’t speak at first. He just watched. He liked watching you when you didn’t know. When you weren’t too busy talking to Neteyam.

“You know it’s late,” he said finally, voice low and half a growl.

You startled, blinking up. “Lo’ak. I didn’t hear you.”

His tail flicked once. “You never do.”

You laughed a little, brushing your hair out of your face. “Sorry. Got a bit carried away.”

He walked closer. “Let me guess. Neteyam helped you find something new?”

You blinked again. “What?”

He didn’t answer. His jaw was tight.

You stood, crossing your arms loosely. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You tell me,” he snapped. “You act like I’m invisible unless he’s not around.”

Your brows furrowed. “Lo’ak, that’s not true—”

“It is true,” he said, stepping closer. “You think he’s some kind of perfect warrior, huh? Smart. Calm. Strong. All the things I’m not.”

“I never said that.”

“You don’t have to. I see the way you look at him.”

The words hit like a slap. You didn’t know what to say at first. Your stomach twisted.

“You’re twisting this,” you said softly.

“Am I?” he challenged. “Tell me right now. If he kissed you, would you stop him?”

Silence.

His eyes narrowed. “Exactly.”

“I wouldn’t let either of you kiss me if you were talking like this,” you snapped back, heart pounding. “You’re jealous and being cruel.”

He didn’t move. His chest rose and fell faster.

“Cruel?” he echoed. “You think I’m cruel? You come here, all soft eyes and half-lies, and make me think I matter—and the whole time you’re looking at him.”

“I never lied to you.”

“You didn’t have to,” he hissed.

Something cracked. In him. In you.

He was close now, too close. You stepped back, but the table was behind you. Nowhere to go.

“Lo’ak—”

“I see you,” he growled. “I saw you before he did.”

You opened your mouth—but then he took of his mask and kissed you.

Hard. Rough. Desperate.

His hand tangled in your hair, the other braced on the table beside your hip. His mouth moved against yours like he was angry at it. Like he wanted to own it.

You gasped, pushing at his chest—but your knees buckled when his tongue brushed your lip. Your hands stayed there, fists against his chest, unsure whether to pull him closer or shove him away.

His voice was ragged when he pulled back.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You trembled, unsure if it was fear or something else.

“This isn’t you,” you whispered.

He laughed bitterly. “You don’t know me. You only know what I let you see.”

His hand traced your jaw. Gentle, now. Too gentle after all that heat.

“You think he’d fight for you?” he murmured. “He wouldn’t. He’s too good for that. He’d let you go.”

“And you wouldn’t?”

He looked into your eyes—and there was no hesitation.

“No.”

---

Later that night, you sat alone in your bunk, lips still tingling, heart caught between warning and want. You couldn’t stop replaying it.

The way he said your name like a promise and a threat.

The way he kissed you like he couldn’t help it.

You didn’t sleep.

And you knew this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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⋆˚꩜｡ Curious

🫐 Neteyam x fem human!Reader

🔞 smut

- summary: A quiet evening turns into unexpected intimacy when Neteyam and his best friend, y/n, start talking about the differences between Na’vi's and human's sexual relationships. He has one simple question, how sex works with humans, y/n is more than glad to show him everything.

- words - 1.8 k

- ⚠️warning : i genuinely have no idea how all this works, first time everrrr writing ff , English isn't my first language, ik choose a struggle but hopefully u will like it?

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉

It was late evening on Pandora, everything outside had gone quiet. You sat on your narrow bed, laptop open, music playing low. The soft blue glow from the screen made the cramped room feel warmer than it was. You were still wearing your dusty camp clothes—cargo pants, a tank top, your hoodie thrown somewhere on the chair. Neteyam had to duck to enter your room as always, the door barely accommodating his height. His long braids brushed the ceiling when he stood.

He settled down on the floor with a soft grunt, leaning his back against the wall. “This place is small,” he said, glancing around. “But it’s... cozy.”

You smiled. “It’s called ‘claustrophobic,’ Neteyam.”

He gave you a look, that half-smirk he always did when pretending to be annoyed. “Big word for a tiny space.”

You tossed a pillow at him. He caught it easily, laughing.

The two of you had been doing this for months now—sneaking off from your respective duties to just sit and talk. You’d tell him about Earth things, he’d tell you about forest life. Sometimes it was deep; other times, just dumb jokes and sharing snacks. Tonight had started out like any other, but as the minutes passed, the mood grew quieter, heavier. Maybe it was the way he kept watching you out of the corner of his eye. Or maybe it was how you suddenly became very aware of your bare arms and how close he was sitting.

He tilted his head. “Can I ask you something weird?”

“Always,” you said without thinking, turning down the music.

He paused, his amber eyes thoughtful. “How do humans... do it?”

You blinked. “Do what?”

“You know.” He gestured vaguely with his hand. “Sex. Mating. Is it... different from us?”

You felt your face heat up instantly. “Whoa. Okay. Um. That’s—random.”

He looked down for a second, ears flicking. “Sorry. I just—was thinking about it. It’s not like we’re taught this stuff. About humans.”

“No, it’s okay,” you said quickly. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

Neteyam looked up again, more serious now. “You don’t have to tell me if it’s weird.”

You hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. “It’s not that. I just... well, yeah, it is kind of different. I mean, you guys bond with the queue. We don’t have anything like that. For us it’s more... physical. Emotional too, if it’s with the right person.”

He nodded slowly, digesting that. “But like... how does it even start? I mean—you touch? Or...?”

You laughed nervously. “Yeah. There's touching. Kissing. Depends on the people.”

The room went quiet for a moment. Then you glanced at him, heart thudding a little harder.

“Do you want to see it?” you asked suddenly. “Like... how it works?”

His ears flicked again, uncertain. “What do you mean?”

You turned your laptop toward him. “I mean—humans have videos. Porn. It’s... people having sex. For other people to watch.”

Neteyam’s eyes widened, clearly startled. “You’re serious?”

You nodded. “It’s... a human thing.”

He seemed torn for a second, like he was trying to decide if this crossed some invisible line. Then he leaned forward slightly. “Okay. Just to understand. Not—anything else.”

“Yeah. Just for science,” you joked, though your mouth had gone dry.

You clicked through your folders quickly, pulse racing. You could feel the tension sitting between you like a live wire, something unspoken crackling just beneath the surface. When the video loaded and started playing, neither of you spoke. His eyes stayed glued to the screen, face unreadable.

You risked a glance at him. His chest was rising just a little faster.

Then he spoke, voice low. “So... this is how it’s done?”

“Sometimes,” you said, throat dry. “Not always like this.”

He turned toward you, expression serious. “And you’ve done this?”

You froze, not expecting that question. “Yeah. Once or twice. You haven’t?”

He shook his head slowly. “No. We... bond. And that’s it. But... I’ve never done it. Not like this.”

You swallowed, your heart thudding in your ears. The air between you felt heavier now. “Would you want to?”

There was a long pause. Then, his eyes searched yours, voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe. If it was with you.”

You didn’t breathe for a moment. The words settled in the space between you like a shift in gravity.

He hadn’t said it casually. His voice had been low, honest—careful, like he wasn’t sure if he’d crossed a line or just stepped into something deeper.

Your eyes searched his face. “You mean that?”

Neteyam didn’t look away. “I do.”

You swallowed, your skin suddenly too warm for the small room. The laptop screen was still glowing behind you, faint sounds from the video continuing, but it all felt far away now. You reached back and closed it with a soft click. The silence that followed was thick and strange. Not uncomfortable, just… heavy.

“I wasn’t trying to—” you started, but he shook his head gently.

“I know,” he said. “You didn’t mean it like that. But now that it’s out there... I don’t want to pretend I haven’t thought about it.”

You exhaled slowly, sitting up straighter. “What exactly have you thought about?”

Neteyam tilted his head, like he was weighing his words. “I’ve wondered what it would be like. To be close to someone… not just physically. But to choose that closeness. No bond. No Tsaheylu. Just... you and them. The way you do it.”

He paused. “And with you... I feel safe. I trust you.”

The words landed gently, but they made your chest ache a little. You smiled, nervous but soft. “I trust you too.”

His gaze dropped to your hand where it rested beside you on the bed, fingers half-curled. Without speaking, he reached out and lightly brushed his fingers against yours. They were larger, rougher, calloused from training and forest life—but careful. Always careful with you.

Your fingers curled around his instinctively.

For a while, neither of you moved. The moment was tender but charged, quiet but loud in all the ways that mattered. Then, he broke the silence again.

“Is it always like in those videos?” he asked quietly. “Fast, and... loud?”

You laughed under your breath. “God, no. That’s just for show. Real stuff—it’s slower. Sometimes awkward. Sometimes really good. Depends on the people.”

He nodded, absorbing every word. “So... how would we do it?”

The air stilled again.

You met his eyes. “I guess we’d figure it out together.”

His ears flicked again, his tell for nervousness. “Would you want to? With me?”

You didn’t answer right away. Not because you didn’t know, but because it felt too real to say out loud. Your stomach was fluttering. You hadn’t expected the conversation to go this far—but now that it had, you weren’t pulling away. You weren’t afraid of him. You trusted him. And deep down, you’d wondered, too.

“Yeah,” you said, quietly. “I’d want to.”

Neteyam didn’t move to kiss you. He didn’t grab you or make a move. He just nodded—like he’d heard something he’d been hoping for but didn’t want to rush.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he said. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t,” you said, your voice almost a whisper. “We don’t have to rush anything. We can stop whenever.”

He smiled then, faint but full of warmth. “Then maybe we just start... here.”

Still holding your hand, he leaned in just enough for his forehead to touch yours. His skin was warm. His breath, steady. You closed your eyes for a second and let yourself be there with him, no pressure, no expectations—just the quiet, electric truth of this closeness.

His forehead was still resting against yours, the soft rasp of his breath muffled through the mask strapped across his lower face. You could feel the faint hum of the small rebreather against your skin, a gentle vibration every time he exhaled. It was a quiet, strange reminder that he didn’t fully belong in this space, that your worlds weren’t designed to fit together—but right now, none of that seemed to matter.

You leaned in just a little more, lips brushing the cool edge of the mask.

“If you didn’t need this,” you murmured, fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw, “I’d kiss you.”

His golden eyes met yours. There was hunger in them now—still patient, still careful, but real. “Can I still touch you?” he asked.

You nodded, heartbeat quickening. “Yeah. Please.”

Neteyam’s hand lifted slowly, like he was making sure he didn’t startle you. His fingers brushed along your collarbone first, then slid beneath the strap of your tank top. His hand was big—warm despite the rebreather—and when his thumb grazed the top of your chest, your breath caught. He paused.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded again, voice quieter now. “Keep going.”

Your fingers reached for the hem of your shirt, peeling it off slowly, trying not to overthink it. You were baring yourself to someone who didn’t just come from a different species—he came from a world where intimacy was literally sacred, spiritual, binding. And yet here he was, looking at you like you were something delicate and important.

Neteyam exhaled hard through the mask, and you watched the tension in his body shift. His hand moved to your waist, trailing up your side. He leaned back slightly to take you in. The mask made it hard to read his whole expression, but his eyes said enough. There was reverence in them.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, voice thick.

You reached for him, tugging at the edge of the leather strap that crossed his chest. “Can I…?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You can touch me.”

Your hands moved slowly, carefully undoing the strap, pushing aside the woven cloth of his chestpiece. His skin was warmer than you expected, muscles shifting under your touch. He made a low sound in his throat when your hand spread across his bare torso.

You looked up at him. “You can take this off if you want,” you said, nodding to the rest of your clothes.

He hesitated, eyes scanning your face. “Are you sure?”

You smiled, nerves sparking under your skin. “I’m sure.”

Piece by piece, the space between you fell away. He removed what he could—his chest uncovered, arms bare—and you peeled away the rest of your clothes, heart racing. When he finally eased you back onto the bed, his body hovered over yours, one hand braced beside your head, the other gliding down your thigh. His touch was cautious, but not shy. Focused. Curious.

“Show me how,” he said softly.

You guided his hand, lifting your hips slightly, pressing his fingers where you wanted them. His breathing quickened through the mask, and he watched you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured suddenly.

You froze, a hot flush rising to your cheeks. “Neteyam…”

“I want to know what makes you feel good,” he added, his voice low. “You said it’s different for humans. I want to learn you.”

You swallowed hard, heat pooling between your legs. “Okay. Lie down.”

He obeyed instantly, stretching out on the bed as best he could—he barely fit, legs bent at the end, his tail flicking softly. You moved over him, straddling his hips, both of you breathing harder now. The hum of the rebreather grew louder in the quiet.

He looked up at you, completely still under your touch. “Tell me what to do.”

You took his hand again, guiding it down your body, letting him feel how wet you already were. His fingers stilled there, stunned. Then he exhaled again, a low rumble in his chest. You ground your hips slowly against him, the friction making you gasp.

His body tensed—he was clearly hard beneath you now, barely contained by the cloth still wrapped around him.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

You watched as he stripped away the last layer between you—his wrap loosened with slightly shaky hands. His erection was already hard, dark blue and tapered, ridged faintly near the base. You took it in without judgment, your breath catching more from wonder than nerves. He looked stunning, not strange.

Neteyam’s chest rose and fell quickly beneath you, the mask humming with each breath. His hands hovered at your thighs. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, even now, even with his body trembling under you.

You nodded, settling above him. “I’ve never been more sure.”

Guiding him took care—he was thicker than a human, but your body was ready, slick and pulsing with need. You angled yourself slowly, taking a deep breath as you began to sink onto him. He gasped under you, the sound muffled through the mask but unmistakable.

You went slow, letting yourself adjust. The stretch was intense but not painful. You could feel his hands tightening around your hips as he tried to stay still, muscles trembling.

“You feel…” he started, then cut off with a strangled breath. “So warm.”

Your hands found his chest for balance as you took him deeper, inch by inch. When you finally settled, fully joined, both of you stilled.

You felt full, grounded, like something important had shifted. He looked up at you like you were something sacred, and for a moment neither of you moved—just breathed.

Then you rocked your hips gently.

He made a noise you’d never heard from him before—low, desperate, like it had been pulled straight from his chest. His grip tightened as he tried to match your rhythm, letting you guide the pace. You leaned forward slightly, placing your hands on either side of his head, your foreheads touching again.

Each thrust was slow, exploratory. His breathing turned uneven, the mask hissing softly between you. You couldn’t kiss him, not yet—not with the rebreather—but the intimacy was still overwhelming. Your chests brushed with every movement. His hands ran up your spine, fingertips reverent.

You started to move faster, more sure now, moaning softly as friction built. His hips lifted instinctively, matching your pace, and the angle hit just right—sparking through your core like lightning.

“Neteyam,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

He growled your name in response, low and hungry.

Your hands clutched his shoulders. “I’m close.”

His voice was thick, strained. “Me too. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. The rhythm grew messier, your thighs shaking, your skin slick with sweat. When the orgasm hit, it took you completely—your body clenching around him, back arching as you cried out. You felt him follow almost instantly, his hips bucking once, twice—then stilling as warmth spilled inside you.

You collapsed against him, breathless. His arms wrapped around you carefully, holding you as if afraid you’d vanish.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, hearts thudding wildly. The rebreather still hummed steadily between you, and you felt the soft gust of his breath against your shoulder.

Then you whispered, “That was…”

“Incredible,” he finished, voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”

You smiled against his neck. “Yeah. Better than okay.”

He held you a little tighter. eyes still on you like he couldn’t look away.

And for now, wrapped around him, limbs tangled and skin flushed, this was more than enough.

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