#neteyam sully x navi!reader

[loveforneteyam]

❝your mighty warrior❞ ( I. )

golden eyes

summary: you never thought you'd see your lover's golden eyes again. and when you did, he didn't recognize a single part of you. pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader wordcount: 2.8k contains: angst, major spoilers for atwow, mentions of character death, blood, memory loss, sad guilty lo'ak, lo’ak x reader is platonic! notes: the first part, here we go! if i get things with the timeline messed up just ignore it haha. my heart breaks for lo'ak in this, but i hope you all enjoy!

paskalin : term of endearment oeyä tìyawn : my love tanhí : small, bioluminescent freckles

masterlist | series

The water is still in the night. Its chaos—violent waves that crash and collide—disappears once the darkness blankets over the sky. The surface of the water reflects the stars, small freckles of light in the face of the ocean. Although gentle tides push and pull, the vast sea is silent as it sleeps.

There is a beat to be heard; a pulse from under the water, under the ocean floor, from the very core of Pandora. A strong, mighty rhythm that shakes the ground. But this heartbeat does not come from the Great Mother.

In the quiet of the night, the reflection of the sky in the ocean is disrupted. Calloused fingers break through the barrier, reaching past the thin veil. He grasps the air like a rope. The crown of his head splits the sea in half. The moon pulls him to her; his body, strong and powerful, ascends.

──

It was his mother who pressed his eyes closed when they were void of life. The blank face of your lover glared into your soul. The grip he had on your hand--desperately clinging onto you like it would heal the hole in his heart--vanished, and you were left to imagine his fingers were still intertwined with yours.

You remember the wave of realization on his father's face, how his ears slightly dropped and his bottom lip quivered when he noticed that the bullet had gone straight through his eldest son's chest. Crimson collected in his shaking palms. You knew then that there was nothing to be done. Nothing except to sit next to Neteyam, your prince, as his soul moved onto the Great Mother.

His funeral was inevitable. After the war was over, it was time for the Suli's to say goodbye. You stayed with his brother, Lo'ak's hands placed in yours, as Neteyam slowly sank deeper towards the ocean floor. His frame became smaller and smaller, until he was completely engulfed by luminescent tendrils. Your lover was no more.

The family struggled to carry on without him. You remained close with his siblings, thankfully. Kiri mourned by your side. For a time, it had been just her and Neteyam. He was born less than a month before her and she considered him to be her twin. Tuk was young, but old enough to understand, “He is with Eywa”.

Lo'ak, however, was almost never to be seen. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him, he was silent and reclusive. He even ignored Tsireya, who asked you multiple times if he was alright; you never had an answer.

Despite your great loss, the village of Awa'atlu continued on. Every morning, the fishermen and farmers rose early, the healers prepared their supplies, and the hunters readied their ilus to dive through the sea.

Life continued on as if Neteyam's soul had never been ripped out of your blood-soaked hands, as if his eyes had never looked their last to you. It broke your heart.

──

Although Jake Suli had finally recognized his youngest son for his true potential, it was too late. Lo'ak put the blame for Neteyam's death on himself. He accepted that he would forever carry that weight with him, no matter where he ran to or hid.

You knew that when he was nowhere to be found, he was somewhere far off in the sea on Payakan's fin. He stayed out late and missed ceremonies and Suli family meetings; it was Neteyam who always pushed Lo'ak to participate. But even when he laid underneath the stars on the back of Payakan, the ocean water gently lapping at his skin, the guilt still sat in his chest like the bullet in Neteyam's heart.

Without his older brother, Lo'ak ceased to exist. He refused to meet his eyes or even speak to his mother. He made himself an outcast before his family could. You recognized that the void in Lo'ak's life was the same one tearing you apart, so you felt that it was your responsibility to look after him.

"We must be strong," Neteyam had told you the night you left your home in the forest. You said goodbye to your family to be with him. He'd placed his palm over your heart. "In here."

It was eerie how you could still feel his touch as if he were right in front of you. Neteyam would've wanted you to stay strong for Lo'ak, and you would do anything to honor your mighty warrior.

Unfortunately, looking after Lo'ak wasn't easy when you could never find him. Two days had passed and you hadn't seen him once. You knew not to worry--Kiri noticed your concern and said she'd seen him with his tulkun just outside of the reef. "He didn't seem like he wanted to come back."

By that night, you'd given up. After a great feast held for the birth of Tonowari and Ronal's child, you separated yourself from the others and sat alone on a far-off shore. The ocean life illuminated the darkness around you, small specks of teal and gold light scattered in the water. Your feet had sunk into the wet sand as the calm waves kissed your ankles.

While the ocean held many wonders that continued to fascinate you, it left a bitter image burned into your memory.

There was fire off in the distance, gunshots and explosions, but they were all the least of your concern. You shook as you held his body in your arms. The water had turned violent, as if the Great Mother knew of the war taking place. Sharp, chaotic waves crashed against a rocky landing. Crimson pooled in the grooves of the rock, running down the sides to where it diluted in the vast sea.

You never allowed yourself to remember anything past that. The ocean had not redeemed itself just yet. You pulled your knees to your chest so your feet were out of the water. The silence of the night would never be peaceful; if it was quiet enough, you could still hear his voice in your ear.

Fortunately, the silence broke. Soft footsteps in the sand were trailing towards you, and wide, golden eyes met your small frame. Lo'ak had not expected you so far away from the village, alone, at night. "(y/n)," he froze. "What're you doing here?"

"Lo'ak," you let out a breath of relief that you'd been holding for the past few days. You stood and brushed the sand off of your legs. "I've- We've been looking for you. Your mother and father have been so worried."

He frowned at the mention of his family--of his father. He refused to even imagine what they could possibly think of him. "I was just out," Lo'ak tried to dismiss the topic and swiftly walked past you, his shoulder barely brushing yours. "I'm fine."

The remnants of your heart cracked once again. Even when a hand reached out for him, grasping onto his fingertips, he'd pull away. The fear of rejection--the thought of placing his trust in someone with only betrayal in return--was too great. Lo'ak would abandon others before they could abandon him.

"Lo'ak, please." your hand gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him back to you. He stood a few inches over you and refused to look down to meet your eyes.

There was a soft spark in his chest, and you could see the flame beginning to grow. "What do you want, (y/n)?" He retorted with a sigh.

"You know what it is, Lo'ak." You brushed your hand down his arm to meet his palm. You placed his own hand on top of his heart. He sighed, breath laced with heavy regret and guilt. Lo'ak knew that whatever he'd been hiding for the past few months would be coming up right there in front of you.

He practically collapsed onto the sand, feet set in the water and arms wrapped around his legs, but he quickly pulled himself away from the shore, just like you had earlier, once the memories began to feel too real. You sat right by his side and looked off to the dark horizon. The two of you stared with broken hearts. "Have you gone to see him?"

There was silence, apart from the gentle lapping of the waves and the village in the distance. "No," he regretfully looked down at his lap. "Have you?"

You shook your head, "No." Your response wasn't much better.

For as much as the two of you missed him, neither of you had gone to the Spirit Tree like the rest of the Suli family. The only images of Neteyam that you had left were the memories still burned into your vision. “I’m afraid to forget him,” Lo’ak admitted. He bit the inside of his cheek. “But I’m too scared to see him again.”

You looked to him with sympathetic eyes. For the first time since his brother’s death, Lo’ak broke. Three tears left a trail down his face to where they dropped off his skin and onto the sand. “I don’t know much about spirits,” you began. You set a firm, reassuring hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. “But Neteyam loved us with all his heart. Even as he rests with the Great Mother, he loves us.”

He tried to nod along to your words as if he would better believe them. Lo’ak gently gasped before a quiet, broken sob left his throat, “I know it’s my fault.” His shoulders heaved. “If I hadn’t made him go back for Spider or- or if I stayed behind instead of him..”

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you cooed, turning towards him and engulfing him in a hug. He leaned his forehead down onto your shoulder. This was the first comfort he’d felt in months. “We can’t tell ourselves those things.”

His tears collected on your skin. “My brother,” he whimpered, “is gone.”

Your fingers gently caressed the back of his head, tracing over his braids. You shushed him, “There’s nothing we can do.” How could you affirm this to Lo’ak when you couldn’t even accept it yourself? You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes.

“I miss him too much.” Lo’ak wept.

Holding his face between your gentle hands, you nodded. Together, your tears soaked the sand beneath you; the two of you could’ve created an entire ocean. “I miss him, too, paskalin.” Your thumb soothed cheek and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “But we must stay strong for him.

“All we can do is remember. One day, we’ll be strong enough to see him, I know it. But for now, we must be strong,” You put your hand over his heart. The beat of his soul turned steady; you remembered how Neteyam’s slowed to a stop, and for the first time since his death, you pushed the memory away without a single tear. “In here.”

Lo’ak closed his eyes and calmed his breath, allowing the feeling of your palm on his skin to soothe him. He’d opened himself and poured out his heart. Now, he could heal.

The night continued on, and you stayed with Lo’ak throughout the dark reign. He could take however long he needed. You would comfort him through whatever war he created in his mind. The tide came in, brushing water against your knees, but the two of you remained.

Finally, he opened his eyes. “We should return to the village.” Before, Lo’ak spoke bluntly with a dismissive mask to cover how broken he truly was. Now, his voice was firm and strong.

“Are you sure?” You warned. He stood and you cautiously rode with him.

His hands, which had been balled in tense fists, released themselves. Lo’ak nodded, “I’ve been too focused on my brother that I’ve forgotten the rest of my family. Do you think they’ll forgive me?”

With a sweet, proud smile, you offered, "They already have."

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The path back to the village was peaceful given that you and Lo'ak had come to terms with your grief. He had warned you that his parents would most likely be angry when you returned since it'd been hours since they'd last seen you and days since they'd seen him. You'd consoled him, "We'll get through it together."

It was strange that in Neteyam's absence, you and Lo'ak were able to replace the void with each other. Although he was only a year younger, you'd always felt a sisterly love for him, the same way that you felt for Kiri or Tuk. Now that your connection with Lo'ak had healed, maybe you could too.

Life ahead was beginning to look a little brighter in that moment as you walked on the shore.

But your peace was short-lived.

The village was close enough that you could see the pods, docks, and several Metkayina men with glowing lanterns that noticed you and Lo'ak approaching. They called out and, together, the two of you rushed to them.

"What is wrong?" Lo'ak prodded, trying to look past their broad shoulders at the commotion that was collecting in the village.

You tried as well but they were too tall compared to you. "You must come with us," one of the men said. The flames in the lanterns gently flickered but you could well enough see Kiri running in the distance. Her eyes were wide with fear like she'd seen a ghost.

"Kiri!" You exclaimed.

She pushed past the men and, out of breath, embraced Lo'ak. "Brother!" There were tears falling from her eyes, only you had expected her to happily cry at the sight of Lo'ak. Instead, she wept. "You must come. Come, (y/n)."

Kiri led you both back to the village, the men following after you to provide light. Almost every person in Awa'atlu--man, woman, young, and old--crowded near the shore. They yelled and gasped, cursing and praying. The three of you struggled to push past everyone, accidentally stepping on tails and toes and bumping elbows and shoulders.

Everyone seemed to look at you and Lo'ak with sympathy. Lo'ak sensed it as well, and looked just as confused as you were.

The crowd was like a hurricane, and in the center, the eye was calm. Jake and Neytiri kneeled on the ground, Tuk crying into her father's arm. Tonowari, Ao'nung, and a collection of soldiers held the people back. Ronal sat across from Neytiri, muttering a prayer with her eyes shut. Kiri ran to her mother's side. Tsireya rushed to Lo'ak as he collapsed.

Your heart stopped.

On the ground, where the ocean met the sand, a figure laid. He had strong legs and arms, a strapping abdomen, and calloused palms and fingers. There was a scar on the outside of his right thigh. Tanhì scattered across his body like the constellations reflected on the ocean.

Your prince. His ghost would forever haunt you. What had you done wrong? What had you done for the Great Mother to curse you like this? Just as you could feel your wounds beginning to heal, your heart crumbled again.

You fell to your knees, placing your hand over your mouth to cover the ear-splitting wail you released. You could fully see your Neteyam now. Just as you had remembered it, but his eyes were gently shut. Neytiri cried alongside you, and your heart almost broke even further until you heard her whisper, "Thank you, Great Mother. Thank you."

What was she grateful for? Jake noticed your confusion, and with a hopeful smile, he took your hand and placed it on Neteyam's heart. Underneath the weight of your palm, you felt a gentle pulse. A steady, soft rhythm that rocked your core. Your tears stopped, a cry stuck in your throat.

You looked down to his body and gasped. "Oeyä tìyawn," you whispered out to him, hoping he would hear it. Through just two words, your voice called out to him.

Golden eyes, that you thought you would never see again, opened.

His father gasped; his mother laughed; his sisters cheered, and his brother bowed with his forehead touching the ground. Neteyam's mighty heartbeat reached across Pandora.

"Ma 'Teyam," you smiled. You could taste your own tears as they reached the corners of your mouth. For the first time in months, you weren't crying from a split in your heart--you cried at the feeling of it healing. You were foolish to think the Great Mother would curse you. "Thank you, Great Mother."

Only two minutes had passed until you noticed the laughter and cheers of others had disappeared. The night had become silent again. Your smile fell when you recognized that Neteyam had not yet embraced you. In fact, he stayed frozen on the ground.

His eyes were still open, but they were wide and full of fear. Tuk reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away with a scared gasp. He flinched when his own mother caressed his cheek. "Neteyam," she pleaded. Finally, his eyes met yours. You looked to him with desperate affection, practically shooting beams of love towards him. Your stomach dropped when you noticed it.

Your prince did not know who you were.

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[maverickbabes]

Nite full of Bliss

Nite full of bliss

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Metkayina!reader!

Neteyam is 25 and Reader is 23

Warnings: romantic sex on the beach, semi public sex??, petnames (babygirl, pretty girl, ma girl), slow and passionate sex, mating/tsaheylu, biting, cussing, p in v, angry Neteyam, bullying, some body shaming, disrespectful comments, a small fight scene, mentions of blood, cute and fluff ending.

Summary: While having a romantic sex on the beach hidden from everyone, Ao'nung and his friends stumble upon them. They start teasing Neteyam and making fun and disrespecting y/n, which pisses off Neteyam. He goes after them and eventually they run away from him so he goes back to his mate and cuddles her on the beach.

"Fuck pretty girl, you feel so good" Neteyam moans against y/n's neck as he continues to rock his hips, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked core. "Teyam" Y/n whimpers as she arches her back off the sand and tilts her head back in pleasure. Instinctively, he wraps his tail around her waist holding her close to him while she wraps her legs around his hips.

Neteyam lifts his head from her neck and watches how she digs her fangs into her bottom lip, drawing some blood while her eyes roll back in passion. He glances down at their linked queues, closing his eyes as he feels her pleasure mixed with his. The waves crashed rhythmically on the shore while the stars twinkled and the moon shone down on their semi sweaty bodies.

"Just like that Neteyam fuck" Y/n moans as her arms give out from under her, causing her to fall onto the sand. Neteyam's hips stutter as he feels y/n squeeze around his length and he feels a whole new wave of pleasure and sensation hits him. "Do that again pretty girl" He praises as he leans down and begins nipping and sucking all along her collarbone and breast.

Ao'nung hears faint moans and whimpers coming from one of the many beaches they had all around so he turns to his friends, motioning for them to follow him. He walks along the trail listening and following where the noises were coming from with his friends close behind him.

He reaches the top of the small hill and sees Neteyam on top of y/n, fucking her on the beach. "Are they hav-" One of his minions starts to say but Ao'nung puts his hand over their mouth immediately shushing him. Once he was sure that his friend would keep quiet, He turned his head back to the couple on the beach and leans up against one of the trees.

"Having fun there you two?" Ao'nung asks smirking as he watches the two jump from the sudden surprise. Neteyam turns his head to see Ao'nung and his friends standing there, staring while they point and laugh at them. He immediately covers y/n's body with his, shielding her from their stares.

"No need to cover her Neteyam, there's not much to look at anyways" Ao'nung remarks as one of his friends gives him a high five as the others laugh and snicker. "Ao'nung that's not cool man." Roxto says as he places his hand on his cousin's shoulder and looks at him in disgust.

Neteyam looks down at his mate under him to see her covering her face as tears silently fall from her face. He can feel his anger bubble and boil inside him as he shields her trembling form from the looks from Ao'nung and his minions.

"I bet her pussy is loose too. Hey Neteyam maybe you should find someone more in your league instead of.. well this" One of the other minions says as they point and motion his hand towards y/n and that was the last straw. Something snapped inside of Neteyam as he kisses y/n gently on her temple then pulls out of her, making sure to cover her intimate parts from their gaze.

He adjusts his loincloth then glares at them, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You're gonna regret that. All of you." He growls as he lets out an angry and loud hiss, charging after them with Roxto by his side. They all stand there shocked before they snap out of it and make a run for it. He's quick to grab Ao'nung, throwing him onto the sand.

"Argh" Ao'nung growls as he gets up to his feet and charges towards Neteyam. Neteyam grabs his shoulders and knees him in the chest before shoving him away, chest heaving up and down with pure anger. "You leave my mate alone. You respect her. If I hear that you're talking about her like tonight, I won't be as nice. Understand?" Neteyam says as he glares at Ao'nung.

Ao'nung nods his head quickly before running to his friends who were standing there in pure shock. "Go GO" Ao'nung says motioning his hands forward as he looks back at Neteyam for a quick second before running once more. "You okay?" Roxto asks, gently playing his hand on his shoulder and Neteyam looks at him giving him a small smile.

"Yea I'm fine, Just make sure Tonowari has a talk with his son about being disrespectful to other people's mates" Neteyam says as he watches Roxto nod his head before leaving to go have a talk with their clan leader. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he wipes the blood off his bottom lip, spitting the excess onto the sand then turns around to see his mate standing there.

"Y/n" Neteyam whispers as he rushes towards his mate and wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him. "Do you think I'm a slut? Am I out of your league? Am I not as attractive as the other females? Do you-" Y/n rambles, her lips trembling as tears streaked down her face. Neteyam kisses the top of her head multiple times before pulling away and grabbing her face in his hands.

His dark blue hands contrasted against her greenish teal skin as he looks in her bright blue eyes. "Babygirl you are perfect for me. You are perfect to me. You make me fall in love with you every single day and I thank my lucky stars that you let me be your mate and care for you. You are not out of my league, if anything I'm out of yours.

And I don't think you're a slut, to me you are a princess - you are my princess and I love you so much." Neteyam explains and this makes y/n hide her face in his chest, breaking down and sobbing against his chest. "Shh it's okay pretty girl I got you. They won't hurt you or say mean things anymore" He whispers reassuringly as he hold her close to him.

Once y/n was calm and her sobs turned into small hiccups, she removed her head from his chest and looked up at him, eyes glossy from tears. "You are so beautiful ma girl" Neteyam coos as he places a hand on her face, stroking his thumb across her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

"I'm ugly" Y/n mumbles as she looks down at the ground but Neteyam places a finger under her chin, making her look up at him. "You are not ugly. You are so beautiful and I'll always remember how beautiful you are, even when you have our kids you'll still be beautiful in my eyes" He reassures as he brushes some of her curly hair out of her face, making her blush.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence, Y/n grabs his hand and pulls him along with her, making her way back to where they were on the beach. She grabs his shoulders and pushes him on the sand, straddling his hips as he sits there surprised yet turned on. "Babe" He whispers as he feels her hand trail up and down his arms then his chest.

"What's wrong 'teyam? feeling excited?" She purrs as she grazes her fingertips along his loincloth, making him twitch with excitement. "I need you" Neteyam moans as he flips them over and hovers above her.

"So gorgeous. Ma gorgeous girl" Neteyam coos as he leans down and kisses her neck.

[babyjackdaniels]

[theflowerofpandora]

My Mate

Neteyam X Female!Na’Vi Reader

Word Count: 7.95K

Summary: Neteyam is in love with you and makes sure that everyone else who was trying to claim you knows that you are now his bonded mate.

Warnings: Harassment (not from our boy Teyam tho), angst, SMUT!! (Minors please do not engage.), swearing, nasty, filthy and graphic (consensual) smut, jealous neteyam, wholesome neteyam, downright FILTHY neteytam, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), foreplay, slight manhandling, unprotected sex, cream pie, not sure if I’m missing anything else

Author’s Note: hello!! it’s finally here hehehe, pls lmk your thoughts - hope you all enjoy <3

“So,” Jake began as his eldest son and daughter sat across from him and Neytiri in their family’s tent. “Your mother and I have realised that you are both at an age where you may want to start considering others in the clan who might be suited as your life partners.”

Eyes widening, the siblings turned to each other in a panic. Were their parents really about to give them both this talk right now? The older Sully siblings were both in their early twenties and had already dealt with these types of conversations in their teens. They assumed that their parents weren’t going to pressure or bring it up to them after the first time a few years ago.

However, Jake and Neytiri were hyperaware of their daughter’s interest in the human boy, Spider, wanting to encourage her gaze away from him and towards a Na’Vi mate. Although, this was more Neytiri’s motive rather than Jake’s. Jake had been human too after all, but he knew it wouldn’t be possible unless Spider suddenly had his own Avatar.

Along with this, the mated couple were also aware of their son’s interest in you, Y/N, whom which Neytiri had noticed had begun to gain attention from other potential mates within the clan.

The mated couple admired you and your strong heart. Your hunting skills, attentiveness, kindness and the respect you held amongst the people. And your skills which abled you to provide and work within the clan’s community.

If Neteyam was as in love with Y/N as he appeared to be, he would need to make the bond and mate with her for life and soon. Neytiri and Jake wanted their son to be happy and become the best version of himself which you brought out in him. They wanted him to experience the love and passion that they had found with each other years ago.

A small smile graced Neytiri’s face and she swelled with pride as she spoke. “It has been few years now since you have both earned your place amongst the people… we would like for you both to choose your mates before this year’s end.”

With a roll of her eyes, Kiri let out a huff and stood up. “Yeah, I’m not ready for that.”

She reached over lightly slapping her hands on her older brother’s shoulders, “but he is - so I’ll be leaving now.” Grinning whilst turning to exit the Sully family’s hut, Kiri was caught in her stride as her mother squinted her eyes at her daughter.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Her distaste for the human boy, which she knew was on her daughter’s mind, only grew. She glared at her daughter and Kiri coward slightly at the fury behind her eyes before slipping out of the entrance to the hut.

Neteyam gaped at his sister leaving him to fend for himself but honestly, expected nothing less. Kiri had always been the one out of the pair to have the more rebellious attitude whereas Neteyam still and always would try to remain the well behaved and respectful eldest child.

“Neteyam ma‘itan (my son),” the corners of Neytiri’s lips turned up before turning to her mate. “We know that you have a very brave, strong hearted, skilled and beautiful woman in your life who will become a perfect mate to you if you wish it.”

He instantly thought of you. Was it that obvious? He supposes that he did bring you up in conversation often when you weren’t around because thoughts of you consistently flooded his mind and if he wasn’t with his family or on duties within Omatikaya, he would be with you and his whereabouts would be no mystery to anyone wondering where he was.

Jake nodded, smiling as he looked at his son. “We approve of her. She would make a fine Tsahìk after your mother when your time comes to take my place and become the next Olo’eyktan.”

With his eyes softening; face breaking out into a smile, his heart felt full and thrilled at his parents blessing. “Thank you, sir.” He bowed his head towards his parents, lifting his fingers up to his forehead before moving them back down and looking back up to them. “Thank you, sa’nu (mum).”

There was nobody else he wanted more than you.

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You were minding your own business, weaving fabrics between your loom in attempt to craft Tuktirey a new chest covering as she constantly complimented your own which were woven with the most beautiful purple beads on them and had asked you to make one for her too. You were sitting with your back against the large bark trunk of kelutral (hometree) when an obnoxious hoot entered your ears and caused them twitch in exasperation.

You were only trying to keep yourself occupied whilst you were waiting for Neteyam to return from a meeting with his parents.

Footsteps soon followed the noises and ne of the young Omatikaya warriors was stalking his way over to you, like a predator following its prey, with a smirk on his face and a couple other young hunters in the clan following close behind.

“Hello, Y/N” one of them purred.

Nodding your head in acknowledgement, you maintained your focus on the fabrics in your hands. “Ka’ani.”

“Are you occupied this evening? Because I was thinking we could maybe take a trip to Vitrautral (Tree of Souls).” Ka’ani began as he crouched down next to your now irritated form, “consummate the beginning of our new life together?”

Your forehead creased as you looked at him, lips parting to speak until you were cut off by another warrior.

Takuk ran a hand through his braids before elbowing Ka’ani out of the way. “If you’re not interested in this skxawng then I’d be more than happy to show you what a real mate can be like. I can offer you so much more and provide for you in ways that nobody else could.”

A scoff escaped your lips. Didn’t they know that you were so clearly and obviously interested in another? Surely, the entire clan has picked up on your and Neteyam’s more-than-platonic friendship by now.

“Don’t be like that sevin ‘eve (pretty girl),” Ka’ani eyes lit up as you stood up, unintentionally showing off your figure to the small group as annoyance continued to bubble within you making your tail whip through the air in agitation. “We just want you to know that if you’re not mated soon, then one of us will claim you for ourselves.”

You sighed, irritation prominent in your voice. “I’m not interested in any of you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You attempted to leave but one of the young warriors’ hands harshly grabbed your wrist causing you to yelp in surprise.

Unbeknownst to you, the only man you were in fact interested in was watching this scene unfold with anger running through his veins. After his conversation with his parents just now, he wanted to seek you out and confess his feelings and desires to you knowing that they weren’t unrequited. There had always been an unspoken connection between you both which had only flourished and bloomed into something romantic over the years since you had first met in your childhood years.

You both knew that you wanted each other, much like the entire Omatikaya Clan knew too. Therefore, it was just a matter of time before you and Netayam made the decision to mate and bond for life.

At the feeling of the harsh grip around your wrist, you hissed baring your fangs and tried to back away. “Let go.”

“Come on tute asevin (pretty woman), do not be like that. Just choose one of us to make you feel good and treat you well.”

“I’m not interested,” you seethed. “You would only treat me a small mere fraction as good as another will!”

Neteyam had always treated you with such kindness and consideration and affection… but now you couldn’t help but actually begin to think why you and Neteyam haven’t officially mated yet. Many of your peers in the clan had began mating a couple years ago and there was only around under half your age group left unmated now. Ka’ani, Takuk and their friends being some of the latter.

Takuk snarled with a crooked smile, bringing his face close to yours, his eyes filled with greed and hunger. “Oh really? Then why are you still left unmated?”

“I could ask the same for you!” You retorted, anger flaring up.

He only snarled, ignoring your comment. “You really think the son of Toruk Makto, the future Olo’eyktan, would want to be mated with you? He knows you’re not woth it. You’re just a filthy-”

A flash of hurt crossed your features and before Takuk could continue, a deep familiar voice broke in. “Did you not here what she said? She’s not interested in you fucking skxawngs, so leave her alone!”

Relief flooded your system as Neteyam towered over the group with his jaw clenched and fists curled up. Pure rage was evident on his expression until he looked at you and his features softened to show concern as his large green eyes flickered between your face and wrist which was now free. You gently rubbed your blue skin, a slight burn lingering where the grasp of the Na’Vi warriors’ hand was.

“Whatever… have her.” The group sneered and backed away mumbling amongst themselves, leaving you and Neteyam alone as they cleared off into the distance.

A sigh escaped Neteyam’s lips as he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. Leaning into his large frame and warmth with your cheek pressed against his chest and hands on his back, you choked back a sob. “Thank you ‘Teyam.”

“I’m sorry that happened, my love. Are you okay?”

You sniffled before voicing the one thing that Takuk had said which was now stuck to the front of your mind. “No…” Why hadn’t Neteyam mated with you yet? Looking up at him with sad glossy eyes, you frowned. “Why haven’t we?”

“Why haven’t we, what?” Confusion and disquietude were laced in Neteyam’s voice and shone through his facial expression.

“Why haven’t we mated yet?” You pulled away from him, the lack of warmth and comfort causing you to shiver. Neteyam’s own body ached at the loss of contact. Your eyes reflected a sense of pain which made Neteyam’s heart ache.

“What? Y/N, I-” he began but struggled to find the right words to finish. And the silence was loud. Almost deafening to you.

Stepping back, you gave him a look of defeat. “It’s okay, I understand. I have to go.” You avoided his gaze before turning your back to him and ran off far into the forest, ignoring his calls of desperation in the distance.

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A constant ache remained in your chest for the rest of the day and a swirl of overthinking clouded your head regarding Neteyam. You loved him so much and thought that he loved you too. But maybe he had someone else on his mind who he wanted to mate with and that’s why you had both never really discussed mating with each other before.

You thought back to all the times his large hands gently held yours during your many late-night walks through the flora and fauna of the forest whilst you both spoke to and confided in each other about the troubles you both felt overwhelmed it. You thought about all the laughs you shared together alongside his siblings and your friends. You thought about the time you had gifted each other matching beaded accessories as a reminder that when you couldn’t physically be together and see each other for a while, that you both always carry a piece of each other with you. You thought about the many times you’d find yourselves gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly, lips almost grazing and near connected.

And you thought about the sweet whispers of affection you both shared as you both laid in each other’s arms, staring up at the stars in your favourite glade. A space that remained secret and scared to the two of you.

Was that not enough of a sign that you both wanted to be mates? Your head hurt from the confusion.

“Enough,” you whined out loud inside the space of your own hut. You couldn’t stay in here all day dwelling and you’d have to see Neteyam again eventually. You should probably talk to him, but you weren’t sure if you were going to like what he had to say.

Stepping out, you walked along the pathway leading to the Clan’s hometree. Still stuck with the thoughts in your head, you failed to notice the middle Sully children approaching you with looks of scepticism.

“Hey Y/N!” Lo’ak grabbed your attention, “you seen our big bro recently?”

Your head snapped up and you bit your lip, fangs nibbling on the skin of them. “Oh. Yes, not since this morning though.”

The pair looked at you with worried expressions. They were obviously of something, and anxiety swarmed your chest. What had Neteyam told them?

Kiri hummed as she placed a gentle hand on your arm, “what happened? Neteyam has been all broody for the past couple hours.”

Pursing your lips you responded, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come on, Y/N.” Kiri groaned, eyes gliding to the back of her head at your attempt to deflect.

Lo’ak laughed, “we all know you impact that mighty warrior’s moods more than anything else. Don’t act oblivious.”

“He’s your brother. If you’re so worried talk to him, not me.”

Kiri smirked, “we already have. And you’re both complete sxkawngs.”

Your eyes widened. What did Neteyam tell them? A smile made it’s way to your lips but didn’t reach your eyes. “Guys I don’t really think I want to talk about this right now.”

Lo’ak only grinned as he bumped his shoulder into yours teasingly. “You’re right, it’s none of our business. But you’re gonna be our sis soon so it will become our business.”

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The rest of the day passed by in a blur, eclipse was approaching, and soon your whole clan was gathered under kelutral. You sat beside your friends, picking at your food and contemplating your conversation with Kiri and Lo’ak earlier as everyone around you chatted heartily.

What did they mean you’ll be their sister soon? Were they referring to your close relationship with Neteyam? Because now you were having doubts about it.

The ache in your chest festered as your hand made it’s way to fiddle with the beads around your wrist. The beads that matched Neteyam’s.

Your friends looked at you worried, asking if you were okay but you simply brushed them off and stated that everything was fine before excusing yourself.

With your feet carrying you away into the trees, you inhaled the air and felt your surroundings shift. Only the sounds and feelings of the plants within the bioluminescent forest engulfed you and you relaxe, feeling at ease knowing that Eywa was with you.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had seen you leave in the middle of dinner and decided to follow you seeing it as an opportunity to say what he had been desperate to all day. The thought of you avoiding him and being in pain, hurt him. He couldn’t bear to continue with his life knowing that you were hurting because of him.

As he was on his way to follow your steps, he passed by the group of young warriors who were harassing you earlier today and he slowed his movements whilst he heard them speak. They were planning to go to the meadow near Vitrautral after the meal ended. Something within Neteyam’s head sparked within an instant and he suddenly felt a desire. A desire in which he urgently wanted to act on.

The thought of making things right with you, telling you how he really felt and all whilst making it known to any other man within the clan that you were claimed by him was consuming.

Neteyam stealthily picked up his pace and followed you until you ended up at the Tree of Souls. Great Mother… this was absolutely perfect.

At the sound of footsteps behind you, you pivoted on your bare feet only to be face-to-face with Neteyam. His large figure leaned over yours whilst stared at you intently and thousands of thoughts rushed through your head.

“What are you doing here Neteyam?” He frowned slightly at the use of his full name. Usually you’d call him anything else but that.

“I need to talk to you.” He reached out for your hands and engulfed them in his own causing your heart to flutter. “You’re upset with me.”

“I am.” You nodded in confirmation, eyes flickering over him everywhere except his face. A clear sign of nerves.

He exhaled tiredly, green eyes staring into yours. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding, my love. You left so quickly this morning without letting me finish speaking.”

“Mhmm, it didn’t seem like you had much else to say.” You pouted slightly, “they weren’t wrong tho ‘Teyam.”

“Don’t tell me you believed anything those knuckleheads said to you.” He squeezed your hands.

“They had a point,” you glowered. “Why would the next Olo’eyktan want to be with someone like me? I’m not a powerful hunteress or warrior and I’m not the next Tsahìk in training. You need someone by your side who-”

Suddenly, he nestled his head into your neck laughing whilst pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist in the process. “Y/N, I’m gonna stop you right there. You are the someone I need by my side.”

Your heart burst at his confession before you shook your head in denial. “But-”

“There is not but.” He removed his face from the crook of your neck and gazed at you lovingly as you then placed your hands on his broad shoulders. “You underestimate yourself. You are so strong and skilled. Elegant and kind. Intelligent and headstrong. Thoughtful and extremely beautiful. You’re the light on my dark days and comfort me like nothing else can. You ground me and make me feel more alive than I’ve ever been. The forest would not be my home without you in it. You are my best friend and so much more. I want you to continue being more. I want us to continue as mates and I want you to be mine for the rest of our lives. And I am so sorry that I lacked the courage to tell you this sooner… I did not want to pressure you or bring my own burdens of being the Olo’eyktan’s son on to you.”

Tears pricked your eyes at his words, illuminating under the light pink and purple glow of the tree of souls, euphoria was swarming your body as you smiled at him. Neteyam beamed, his gaze briefly moving from your eyes to your lips as he trailed his hands along the skin of your waist.

“I want everyone to know that you are mine and only mine. And I hope that you will want me to be yours too.” By the sincerity across his features, you knew that he was being honest, pouring out his feelings to you and all of your doubts faded away.

“Oh ‘Teyam, my handsome warrior. You have no idea how much I desperately want that. I am sorry I that I did not tell you sooner too. You mean more to me than the Great Mother herself.” Yours hands slowly moved from his shoulders, delicately grazing his collarbones and moving down to his muscular chest feeling his heartbeat under your touch. “Oel ngati kameie (I see you).”

“And oel ngati kameie.” He repeated before closing the gap between you both, softly pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and your arms moved up to grip his neck.

Everything felt right. So right. Here together. Confirming your love for one another. You deepened the kiss, both of you moving in sync and full of passion as if you were lovers that had been deprived of each other’s familiar touch for years.

His hands trailed down to rub your hips and his fingertips ghosted over the waistband of your loincloth. Your tails finding their way beside you both intertwining as you both shivered lightly at the close, intimate feeling.

Pulling away for air, you smiled at each other. “I can not believe that the most gorgeous Na’Vi on Pandora is mine.”

A giggle escaped your lips and your leaned in to peck his check and whispered into his ear, “And I can’t believe that the most perfect Na’Vi on Pandora is mine.”

Suddenly, Neteyam took you by surprise and scooped you up into his arms. A small squeal left your mouth as he carried you further under the Tree of Souls, brushing between the glowing vines.

He smirked, tongue swiping over his fangs before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and gently placed you onto the ground, hovering over your smaller frame.

You wrapped your legs around his slim waist, wanting him closer. He began kissing your neck feverishly causing you to gasp. His breath was hot on your neck and you began to feel arousal start to stir inside you just as much as it was within him.

Seeing you under him, lips slightly parted with soft moans escaping them as he pressed feathery kisses from your neck to your chest made his head spin.

“I want more of you Neteyam,” you whined.

He chuckled lightly, lifting a hand up to your chest as he connected your mouths again in fiery bliss with your tongues moving together delicately. You both basked in the feeling of the softness of the other’s lips.

Neteyam’s hand slowly lifted your chest covering to reveal your tits in all their glory and a purr left his throat. “So pretty.” He pulled the covering off in one swift motion.

A mewl left your mouth as his hand began to massage your breast and you relished in the sensation as his fingers lightly pinched your hardned nipples. By now you could feel the bulge between his legs and your hips wiggled impatiently, craving the contact.

A small whine left your throat as your head fell back, tits bouncing lightly at the action. Neteyam’s touch felt hot on your skin. His mouth made contact with your tits, tongue swirling around one bud and you gasped, hands grabbing his back as his other hand played with the other.

You inhaled sharply at the sweet, wet, sloppy kisses.

He hummed, “you sound so pretty for me.���

“Only for you.”

He growled roughly as you quickly made a decision and pushed him off and onto his back, allowing you to crawl over to him on your knees and place your hands on his thighs.

With Neteyam’s eyes still on you, you leaned down and began pressing kisses along his abs. “Fuck,” he breathed out as you neared his crotch. The fabric of his loincloth constricting him. Your hands reached for his waistband before pulling the fabric off him to reveal his long, hard length and you swallowed at the sight – not expecting it to be this big. His thick, veiny cock sprung upwards with the tip leaking precum and your mouth parted in shock

“Too much?” He chuckled at your expression.

“Maybe,” you giggled lightly as you spat on your hand and it found it’s way to the base of his cock. He moaned at the warmth of your hand around his hard length.

You smirked at the sound before gently pressing a kiss to the tip, earning a sharp intake of breath from the man beneath you as you licked the saltiness of his precum off your lips.

Parting your lips, you leaned back over this length and welcomed the head of his length into your soft, wet mouth. Neteyam shuddered at the feeling and wrapped his hands between your braids. He continued to guide his length into the warmth of your mouth and you opened wider, loosening your jaw.

Soon you began sucking along his length, swirling your tongue around him as he grunted in pleasure.

You started to feel a wetness between your legs and unconsciously rubbed your thighs together, trying to create friction.

With your hand lightly moving along his length, covering the part that your mouth couldn’t, he moaned happily and you increased your pace. Obscene noises were filling the air around you.

A moan left your throat and your mouth vibrated around him, causing him to tug at your hair as his tip hit the back of your throat, legs shakily slightly at the sensation. Breathing through your noise, you continued to suck along his length, letting the tip of his cock slide down your throat every time.

“Oh Great Mother!” He breathed out, tightening his grip around your hair which was bunched into his hands making you whine as he continued, “you are so fucking good for me.”

Humming in response to the praise, you then picked up your pace, encouraging Neteyamt to buck his hips into you with his cockhead repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. He loved how gorgeous you looked with his dick stuffed into your mouth, taking him so well.

Tears began to set on your eye waterline as he kept slamming his thick cock into your mouth, you felt his shaft twitch and you began swirling your tongue around him again knowing he was nearing his end. You wanted to feel his length pulsate before his bittersweet cum filled your mouth for you to swallow down.

Suddenly, Neteyam pulled you off him and you cried out at the loss after enjoying pleasing him so much. He chuckled, releasing your hair and sitting up next to you, pressing a kiss to your swollen and spit covered lips. “No, baby. I want to finish with you.”

“Oh.” Your face heated up as his hands grabbed your waist, pushing you down onto your back again.

“My sweet girl.”

He was quick to thrust his knee up to your clothed core making your squirm and whine in relief at the contact. He pressed his warm, soft lips against yours hungrily and you gladly allowed his tongue entry into your own mouth, letting your lips move in a needy rhythm. Your body was sparking, hands pulling him closer to you as Neteyam deepened the kiss.

Gasping at the unexpected contact of Neteyam’s hands massaging your tits again, his tongue dived deeper into your mouth, working against your own as you began shuddering from the light pinches on your hardened nipples.  

He slowly pulled away and his gaze darkened as he looked down at your needy, trembling body. “Looks like I need to take care of my baby, huh?”

Nodding, you slowly grinded yourself against his knee trying to give your throbbing clit the attention it needed. “Please ‘Teyam.”

You needed him. You wanted to feel all of him. You wanted to feel him and only him. You wanted to become one with him.

Neteyam let out a low hum of amusement. The fabric of your loincloth was coated in your arousal, dampening the fabric. “Look how messy you are, my love. You really can’t wait, can you?”

Heat flushed your cheeks and you shook your head, hands leaving him ans moving up to cover your face. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit bashful. “Just want you, ‘Teyam.”

His large hands quickly gripped your wrists, forcing you to show your face again as he bit his lip and stared at you with desire. “Don’t worry, I can’t wait either.”

Releasing your wrists, he began peppering kisses all over your body and your hands rested onto his muscular shoulders. His hands found their way to the sides of your hips as his legs remained between yours. All you wanted to do was buck your hips back into him knowing exactly what would press against your throbbing heat.

Neteyam only let out a small chuckle as he could tell just how riled up you were getting and it made him ravenous. His large hands swayed down to caress your fleshy thighs before he knelt back, swiftly hooking them over his shoulders and you began to squirm as he slowly loosened the thick string holding your loincloth around your hips.

You inhaled sharply at the exposure, feeling his cool breath on your sopping cunt.

“You smell divine, my love.” He looked like a starved man as he gazed up from your glistening heat to your heavy-lided eyes, heaving chest and parted lips. He pressed a few chase kisses on your inner thighs and you swallowed in anticipation.

You were burning for his touch.

A moan erupted within you as he dipped his head down, hot tongue licking up the slick along your folds. Encouraged by your body jolting at the contact of his mouth on your wet pussy, Neteyam slid his tongue into your entrance. Your mewls for him were so sweet and delicate as he began eating you out and he quickly realised that he never wanted to stop as long as you were you were moaning out for him like you currently were whilst tasting so sweet.

Your hands found their way to his hair and began to interlock, clutching his thick braids.

“Oh, ‘Teyam!” You gasped in a mixture of shock and pleasure as his plump lips found your swollen, pulsing clit and you arched your back – desperate for more.

He was sucking at you and flicking his tongue over your bud, his grip so tight around your thighs that you were sure there would be light bruises tomorrow. It only intensified the pleasure building up in your core until he suddenly slipped a long slender finger into your heat and began to slowly push it in and out of you.

“So wet and warm for me baby,” his voice vibrated against you – effectively sending you into a euphoric state as he added another finger into your entrance. His dick was throbbing with the need for you.

All that could be heard around the Tree of Souls was your mewling and the squelching of the love of your life pumping his fingers into you and sucking your clit, causing your walls clenched around him.

Once Neteyam added a third finger, he began to slightly curl them upwards – reaching for your most sensitive spot. And it didn’t take long to find. His digits easily slipped in and out of your velvety heat, reaching for that spongey spot inside of you.

“T-Teyam I-I’m-,” you began to whine, legs writhering in pleasure. Between the attention his mouth was paying to your sensitive bud and his fingers buried deep inside of you, reaching the right spot every time, you knew you were nearing your end. The sensations he gave you were otherworldly, and you knew you couldn’t hang on much longer.

“Come for me, my beautiful mate.”

He quickened his pace, flicking your clit with his wet tongue in an animalistic state. You could feel everything intensifying and you cried out as his fingers hit your g-spot one last time and finally pushed you over the edge.

Your cunt was clenching around his fingers and your felt him smirk against you.

Stars filled your vision and your walls convulsed around him, your moaning and panting filled the air as your orgasm washed over you like a wave. He began harshly lapping up all your juices as you reached the peak of pleasure that he was giving you.

Your whole body was tingling as he carefully removed his fingers, leaving you empty and pressed one softer and loving kiss to your sensitive bud before he leaned back. Lifting your shaking legs off his shoulders, he gently reached for you and pulled you into his warm embrace and your arms loosely wrapped around him – tired from the immense pleasure.

With your head resting over his shoulder, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and murmered. “You did so well for me, baby.”

A smile graced your lips and your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed the nape of his neck. “You’re wonderful Ma Neteyam.”

His hand made it’s way to your neck and lifted your head, pressing his swollen lips to yours and he held you closer. You could taste yourself on him.

He couldn’t deny how painfully hard he was right now, the whole time he was drinking you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he wanted to be buried deep inside of your sopping heat.

“Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life mated to me?”

You laughed lightly, inhaling his comforting scent before pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Don’t be a skxawng. Of course, I do. There’s nothing else I want more in all of Pandora.”

Neteyam stilled beside you in disbelief. “Really?”

“I want it so bad,” you moaned against his lips. “I want to make Tsaheylu with you and spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family and grow old with you, wherever it takes us… I’m there.” You could feel his long, hard length pressing against you. “I want your cock inside of me.”

He chuckled - heart rushing at your words and reached for your long, thick braid that protected your queue.

“I am so incredibly and undoubtedly in love with you, Ma ‘Teyam.”

“I feel the exact same for you, my love.” He reached for his own queue and lifted it to yours. The tendrils were poking out and desperately reaching to touch.

When your queue’s finally made contact and intertwined, everything changed. You both gasped out, panting at the deep-rooted connection and you gazed into each other’s orbs through your lashes with dilated pupils. Connecting in a way that you had never before.

Your hearts beat together as one. Your breathed together as one. You felt together as one. Passion, desire, longing, love, acceptance and understanding swirled between you both. Everything was heightened and intensified between you both now.

And with that, your mouths hungrily crashed together – swapping saliva and the lingering taste of your juices. Your legs moved to straddle him in an upright position.

Neteyam’s large hands roamed your body, caressing your curves and cupping the flesh of your ass until he was lying on his back with you hoisted over him, straddling his hips. Groaning into your lips, he bucked his hips up to your wet heat making you moan. His hard, thick length begging for your touch.

“Ride me, baby?” he rasped, staring at your perfect body through his dark and determined eyes. His fingers tickled your torso as they moved up your body before cupping your tits in his hands.

“Fuck, yes please.” You breathed out, grinding your wet and sensitive folds over his bare shaft.

The sensation alone caused you both to whine at having no barrier separate you both. You repeated your actions, sliding along his length – coating his member in your slick and you couldn’t get over just how thick his girth was before the bulbous tip of his cock brushed against your clit causing you to gasp in pleasure.

Netaym was about to lose his mind. His hands rested on your hips, halting your movements. “Y/N, as much as I love this. I think I will die if I’m not inside you soon.”

You giggled slightly, reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of his dick. “Can’t have that now, can we my mate?” And with that, your grasp around his length tightened slightly before your guiding the tip towards your entrance before you began to sink down.

He entered you in one swift motion and cry escaped your lips at how easily he slid into you and how much fucking better it felt to have him inside you. It was overwhelming to be so close and consumed in one another.

He was stretching your walls apart in a way he had never done so before. Your soaking warm cunt was clenching around Neteyam’s member and he swears that has never felt so truly at loss for words before. Usually, he would never surrender to anything, trying to remain a strong Olo’eyktan-in-training, but right now he felt completely at your mercy. Your bare velvety walls around him had his balls throbbing and his he couldn’t stop thinking about his cum painting your walls white within the next second.

As soon as you lifted up slightly, feeling his thick cock glide against your slippery heat, Neteyam groaned and bit his lip whilst his hands gripped your thighs.

“You feel so fucking good.” You breathed out, resting your hand on his torso for balance

A moan erupted in his throat, “you’re incredible.”

You slowly slid back down onto his cock, adjusting to his size and moaning at the feeling of him filling you up so full and completely as your tail swayed behind you.

Before you could move again, voices echoed in the distance of the forest and your froze but Neteyam only smirked and gripped your waist tightly.

Your eyes were wide as you looked down at your mate from your intimate position. You swallowed nervously. “I think there’s people coming here.”

“So let them,” he looked at you with lustful and determined eyes. Your core clenched around him and he groaned, “let them know that you belong to me.”

And suddenly, you were on your back with wide eyes, gasping at the new angle where Neteyam’s massive cock was still sheathed inside of your tight hole. His words had your walls subconsciously fluttering around him as he pulled back until his tip teased your entrance.

“Neteyam!” You gasped out at his action and the different persona he now portrayed. Your hands gripped onto his biceps as he slammed his hips up into yours – cock hitting deep within you and balls slapping against your ass. Your delicate, oversensitive walls were barely managing but it felt so fucking good and you craved this new sensation more.

“Feel amazing, baby. You’re taking me so well.”

Your legs were hooked over his hips and his lips pressed against yours before he began thrusting into your soaking pussy. His pace was slow and deep; you could feel ever single inch of him as he impaled his thick, long cock into you.

The lewd noise of your skin slapping against each other filled the surrounding area along with your desperate mewls and moans. Each time Neteyam’s hips smoothly met yours, he was reaching so deeply into you. Neither of you could overcome the bare sensation of feeling each other.

“Someone will h-hear us ‘T-Teyam!” You panted, concerned about other Na’Vi seeing or hearing you both.

“I want them to,” he grunted darkly. The voices were still heard in the distance, “let them hear that you’re my mate.”

A loud cackle filled your ears. “Come Ka’ani! Over here.” It was the group of warriors that had harassed your earlier today before Neteyam intervened.

“Let them know how good I make you feel. That you’re mine and I’m yours. That they’ll never have you.” Neteyam moaned out at your tightening around him, his deep, rich voice making your heart swell and your legs tighten around his hips – pulling him even closer to you if that was even possible. It caused his pelvic bone to rub against your clit each time with his deep thrusts whilst your tits bounced along.

“Oh, Netayam!” You gasped out at a particularly rough thrust and your head fell back into the grass underneath you and your back arched in delight at the feeling of his large cock sliding back and forth along your wet, velvety core.

“Fuck. Can’t wait to cum so deep in you…” He grunted before abruptly pulling out of you, causing you to whine at the loss. Your hands fell to your sides as he leaned away to hook his arms under your legs and pushed your knees against your chest.

What the fuck is he doing?

“N-Netyam,” you tried to put your legs back down but he was holding them in place and his strength ignited a deeper arousal within you.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders whilst his hard member rubbed against your throbbing folds. You mewled loudly at the contact, staring at the grin on your mate’s face. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew this position was going to be too deep for you. And you knew that you would cry and moan out even louder than he had already made you.

“T-Teyam,” you bite your lip, whining. You were still so sensitive. “You’re too big.”

He failed miserably at hiding the smile on his face. “I know baby, just think of how deep I’ll be able to cum in your cunt and how those fucking skawngs will have no choice but to hear me make love to you and claim you as mine. They won’t ever dare to approach you again.”

The thought made you roll your hips against his length. You couldn’t deny how much you wanted it.

He leaned down, connecting your lips vehemently.

“You feel this, my love?” He began with a smirk, large hand covering the lower part of your stomach, just below your belly button.

You nodded with a shaky breath. “Y-yeah.”

“This is where you’re gonna feel me cum, baby.”

“T-Teyam ugnhhh.” You cried out in euphoria as Neteyam slipped his cock back into your entrance and thrusted up into you hard. You jolted back from impact and your hands reached out holding onto his strong arms for support. He thrusted into you a few times grunting until he was buried into your heat to the hilt, balls deep whilst the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix causing you to gasp.

“Oh, fuck! Great Mother!”

Netayam only took your hand in his, placing it over between your hips where his own hand once was. He pushed his hips further into yours and you swear you could feel him in your throat. “You feel that, my love? You feel how well your pretty pussy takes my big cock?” hepanted, pressing the palm of your hand down making your gasp lightly once you felt the head of his cock inside of you – bulging out.

“Neteyam!” You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good girl. That’s it. Scream my name so the whole forest can hear that you belong to me now.” He placed his hands on either side of you, allowing you to hold onto his arms again whilst your legs remained over his shoulders and his hip began to snap into you. He slid into you so easily.

“So perfect for me,” he grunted, speeding up his pace causing you to whine uncontrollably at the overwhelming feeling of his dick so deep inside you, all from the new position he was reaching spots that you didn’t even know existed.

Neteyam’s balls smacked against your ass whilst sounds of your wetness echoed. You began to raise your hips slightly to meet his thrusts and waves of euphoria began to fill your senses.

Your silky heat clenched around him and a deep grunt escaped Neteyam’s throat as he quickened his pace. “You gonna cum again, Ma Y/N? You want me to stuff you full of my seed when you cream around my cock?”

“Y-yes p-please ungh.” You struggled to get words out between his deeps thrusts and you could feel him shudder slightly, signalling that he was close.

“Look at me, my love. Wanna see you cum around me.” Neteyam’s hips ruthlessly slammed into you, relentlessly hitting the perfect spot inside you every time. “Fuck, baby you feel so good. You’re so amazing. So good for me.”

His skin was hot against yours as you pulled him in for a brief kiss. Pulling, back you blearily gazed into his eyes. “Cum inside me ‘Teyam.”

Moans, cries and grunts of pure bliss surrounded Vitrautral with the scent of sex as Neteyam continued to deeply impale you with his cock. He revelled in the way your soaked cunt clenched around him with every thrust and he knew that you’d be falling apart for him soon.

The intensity of truly feeling each other was becoming overwhelming and your lungs were gasping for air. Every stroke of his bare cock inside your tightening walls suddenly had you on the edge.

“Go on my love. Cum for me. Let your pussy cream all over me, baby.”Neteyam’s low voice remained deep and was filled with love whilst throaty moans of his own filled the air. He quickened his pace and it felt like he was going impossibly deeper into your squelching pussy as you began to quiver around him.

“T-Teyam I’m g-gonna-”

“Good girl, let go for me.” He encouraged you, thrusting harder into your heat whilst your walls gripped him like a vice, sucking him in.

His words finally sent you over the edge and you moaned out in ecstasy, uncontrollably convulsing around him as he began chasing his own high. Your body was shaking in pleasure as Neteyam let your legs fall back down around his hips and your hands found their way, intertwining with his dark locks whilst your mouth was agape. He continued to pound into you through your own orgasm and you soon felt him pulsate inside of you around your quivering pussy.

“Cum, Ma ‘Teyam. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

And so, he pressed his lips to yours once more with his fangs grazing your plump lips, pumping into you a few more times before burying himself deep within you – with the most beautiful rich moan vibrating against your mouth, for the first time he emptied himself within your walls. His hot white seed endlessly spurted against your womb.

A high-pitched exhale left your throat, mixing in with your pants and Neteyam’s soft groans of pleasure as he finished emptying himself inside of you.

He slowly pulled his softening member out and you let out a quiet moan as you felt his cum trickle out of your battered cunt. Collapsing beside you, queue’s still connected, he wrapped his arms around you as you leaned against him with your body aching in pleasure.

As you both tried to catch your breath, he nestled his head into yours and soothingly rubbed his hands over your body. The glow from the Tree of Souls vines illuminating each other alongside the bioluminescent freckles that littered over each other’s bodies.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I’m yours, Neteyam. Forever and always.”

He tenderly kissed the side of your forehead. “Forever and Always.”

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The sound of slapping and high-pitched moans and cries filled the young Omatikaya warrior’s twitching ears as he trailked behind his friends within the forest of Pandora.

“Come, Ka’ani! Over here.” Takuk called out to him, pulling his attention away from the obscene noises.

“I’m coming-” he began but was soon cut off by what sounded like Y/N’s voice in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck! Oh, Great Mother!”

Ka’ani stilled at the sound. Takuk was jogging over to him, giving his friend a confused look. “Bro, what are you doing?”

“Neteyam!” You voice bounced off the trees around them, the faint glow of the Tree of Souls in the near distance.

Ka’ani groaned as Takuk let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

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@afro-hispwriter​ @softhetixx @neteyamforlife​ @cheetacatch11 @dilfmilfhunter @sloppierjewel @regulus-black-223048​

[strawberri-blonde]

From Palulukan Attacks to Fruit Baskets - Neteyam

Summary: You’re eagerly waiting for Neteyam to return from his hunt. But when he appears bruised and bloody, your irritation turns into a caring instinct, and you start taking care of him.

Warning: Meantions of blood, gashes and bruises, and curse words other than that it’s all good!

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Your heart beats in your throat as half the day's sunlight disappears. Your eyes scurried along the crowd of your people who had just ventured on direhouses coming from a hunt. You clenched your fist around your woven basket that carried all the delicious fruit you'd collect for the tribe's feast tonight. As the hunters poured in from the overnight hunt your nervousness jumbled as if his face wasn't alongside the first group of warriors.

You took a deep breath and slowly let it out, figuring that, of course, the son of the Olo'eyktan wouldn't appear first. He'd be alongside his father, making sure that no predators were stalking the game they managed to sacrifice for the great feast celebrating Eywa's great blessings.

That's why you weren't out hunting with your friends. It turns out that some of the gatherers made a mistake and ate a semi-poisonous berry, thinking it was the lionberry. So, the Ole'eyktan specifically asked you to stay behind and lend a hand, knowing that your mother was a skilled gatherer who had passed down her wisdom to you.

Those moments of picking fruit for your mother and carefully selecting the best ones for your father before a hunt hold a special place in your heart. It was during those times that your warrior spirit truly blossomed. From witnessing the hunters shooting arrows at targets to riding direhorses, it all resonated with you.

Growing up, when it was time for you to become an active clan member, there was no doubt that you wanted to be a strong warrior. You were dedicated to your training, always showing up early and putting in extra effort to excel. Even Jake Sully complimented you multiple times, saying you were the best in the class. His words always made you feel a bit bashful.

Training alongside the great Ole'eyktan was a bonus, especially with his son Neteyam. Neteyam had already earned his place as a mentor for future warriors, and his wisdom surpassed his years. He was truly incredible. Being the youngest ever to bond with an Ikran, he was there to help you bond with yours. Neteyam is not only smart, but he's also incredibly patient. You remember when he patiently guided your arms to help you shoot a gun, understanding that the human way of doing things was new to you. It may have been silly to have a crush on him, knowing that the elders were in the process of choosing someone for him, but you couldn't help it. He was just too easy to like; too easy to fall for.

As your eyes scan the group of hunters entering through the entrance flap, fear races when you realize that Jake is riding in without his sons Neteyam and Lo'ak. Since you oversaw the fruit, it made them down a member, so Jake allowed Lo'ak to join the hunt, which made you feel a bit anxious.

No doubt, you had a liking for Lo'ak. He's always been nice to you and knew how to make you laugh. But after years of pining over Neteyam, you couldn't help but notice how Lo'ak always seemed to get in trouble, no matter what. He was good at it. And what he was even better at was making Neteyam tag along. It always ended with the older brother getting yelled at or hurt; more often than not, it was both.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you witnessed Neytiri rushing towards the Ole'eyktan, her eyes filled with unmistakable worry. Your throat tightened, and a dry sensation washed over your mouth as your mind raced to make sense of the situation. Without thinking, your body instinctively reacted, carrying your feet towards the entrance. With determination, you forged your way through the frantic crowd, maneuvering yourself through the chaos. And then, in a sudden twist of fate, Neteyam and Lo'ak burst through the tall grass. The sight of them brought a mix of relief and surprise, leaving you momentarily breathless.

You couldn't help but notice the painful expression on his strong facial features. His lips were busted, causing him to wipe away the blood along his jaw. Neteyam's whole presence seemed disgruntled, his braids looking messy with twigs and leaves poking out here and there. His chest appeared darker as if a bruise was already beginning to form. Despite all of that, he still looked beautiful in your eyes. The decorative necklace had lost a few feathers, and the loincloth had been slightly torn, but it didn't make him look indecent.

Lo'ak's seemingly untouched appearance made your blood boil. With a stoic expression, you followed your father's advice about hiding your emotions and discreetly handed off the fruit basket to a passing Na'vi, ignoring their confused gaze.

Your swift movements caught the Sully family off guard as you approached the wounded prince. "Neteyam? What happened? Are you okay?"

You gently touched his cheek with an outstretched hand to look closer. Then, you noticed the hidden gash on his forehead, concealed by his braids. Carefully examining the cuts on his face and neck, you tenderly wiped away the blood to assess the extent of the injuries. Your shock grew as you saw deep cuts along his hairline and cheek. The wound under his jaw was equally severe, with torn skin and blood. One of the gashes on his arm leaked bright red liquid, a concerning sight.

"Neteyam?" Your voice rises in pitch with every word you say, "You're hurt!" and that's when the world around you becomes real again.

Who were you to walk up to Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, the prince of the Omatikaya clan, and his family? Who were you to touch his face? You were a nobody, just a warrior, and he was the Ole'eyktan's firstborn son, the heir to leading the clan someday.

Looking into his golden eyes, you crumbled under his gaze, dropping your hand from his cheek. Neteyam slowly blinked as if he couldn't believe you had done that, but he didn't pull away. "We were walking a little behind and ran into a Palulukan, that's it?" His tone was firm, but the pain in his voice was evident.

You felt nervous with his family's eyes on you, but seeing him hurt, the person with the kindest soul you admired, compelled you to act. Without hesitation, you gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, providing support like you would for his lower back.

"Oh, great, Eywa, let's ensure you get to Tsahík first. Your well-being should be our top priority. You've protected our feast, Neteyam." The words tumbled from your lips, and the Sully family exchanged glances, but luckily you didn't notice.

"Yeah, Y/n, you're right," Jake huffed before patting Neteyam's back, trying to offer him a comforting expression. But the clan leader knew something was up when Lo'ak didn't meet his eyes. "Thank you for looking out." With a firm nod, the Ole'eyktan gently pulled away from his oldest, grabbing Lo'ak's shoulder and pulling him alongside him, muttering, "What the hell happened? What happened to 'I won't cause trouble'?"

You glance at Neytiri and lower your head as a sign of respect. But the older woman stops you and gently lifts your chin, making you maintain eye contact. Her eyes no longer show worry; they hold gratitude, and her smile is comforting. "Take care of my baby," she says, words filled with warmth and trust.

"Mom," Neteyam groaned, and you couldn't help but giggle, causing Neytiri to share a giggle, too.

Seeing you and Neytiri laugh together made him feel better amidst the pain.

"Of course, Neytiri," you say, gently nudging Neteyam. Together, you start your journey towards the healers' tent. As you pass by, people stare, and some attempt to stop and ask what has happened. But with a glare, you make it clear that you won't entertain their questions and continue guiding the bloodied warrior toward the healing lodge.

"Tsahik!" you called out, eagerly pushing back the flaps of the tents in search of help. "Mo'at, are you here?"

"Grandmother!"

As you guided Neteyam towards the large woven mat, your hands could feel the stickiness of the blood, creating a sense of urgency. Your eyes scanned the chamber, and you realized it was empty, with the walls adorned with paintings of Eywa's creations. The bowls and jars of paste were neatly put away, and the air was still, carrying the lingering scent of herbs.

"Oh no," you exclaim, panic setting in as you look down at Neteyam's impressive muscular build and examine his wounds. "Why is no one here?"

Neteyam could sense the worry in your voice and feel it in your touch. Your hands were shaky as you gently pulled back his hair to access his skin better. Considering your skill in your field, it was unusual for you not to have a steady hand. Neteyam had witnessed your steady hand firsthand, so seeing this affected him deeply.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm okay." Neteyam's bloodied hands grasped yours, which were over his open wounds.

You shook your head, letting out a scoff in disbelief. "Only you would try to comfort someone when a Palulukan attacked you." This man was too good. He was so used to being a provider for his family and a whole clan that his selfless acts came naturally to him. But he didn't need to be in that role right now. Not with you.

While Neteyam chuckled out a "you got me" at your words, you took a deep breath, not allowing your little crush to get the best of you.

"Don't move." You mumbled out, pulling away from him reluctantly.

"Couldn't if I wanted to." Groans escaped his lips as you scurried around the tent, scrimmaging around to find specific herbs that your mother had taught you from her mother. Finding what you were looking for, you began looking for some needle and thread.

His silent, sharp breath intake makes you hurry through the material, and you let out a silent prayer as you find what you need. You rushed back to him, downing on your knees, scattering the material beside you to have it ready.

Firstly, you dipped your pointer and third finger in a bowl of brown paste made from mushrooms that had many health benefits, from pain relief to clotting blood. You collected the grainy substance and brought your fingers toward his busted lip. "Open." Neteyam didn't protest as you dragged the paste along his tongue, making his lick turn into a suck wiping your fingers clean. If not for his disheveled disposition, you might have passed out on the woven mat, needing medical attention.

You paused for a second to catch your breath, then turned your eyes to the large gash on his cheek. You apply more paste on the cut and smear it around until it hardens and seals the wound shut. You examine the rest of the injuries and use the paste and other healing materials to seal and sterilize his wounds - all the while, Neteyam remains quiet and still, eyes fixed on you.

As you gulped, your hands reached for the bucket of clean water near the post near the middle of the tent, ready to wipe away the dried blood and wasted paste from the parts of his skin that didn't need attention. "You always seem to amaze me." Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, taking in his complimentary words. Neteyam could see the disbelief in your eyes, so he continued. "I'm serious."

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth to dunk the rag back in the cool water to clean it of his blood. "I don't know about that." Neteyam's amber eyes didn't bother leaving your face as you moved towards his busted lip, ridding it of dirt and debris.

"Well, I know." His words struck something in you. Your breath haltered, realizing that you were so close to his face. Even with it being bruised and wounded, he never failed to be so beautiful.

A soft purple hue covered your face, reaching the tops of your pointy ears. Looking up from his lips trailing toward his eyes, electricity filled your body. "You're too kind." Your doe eyes captivated Neteyam's attention, making him inch closer to you. "I just had a great mentor to look up to."

"Your father is a remarkable hunter."

With a soft smile, you let the smile through your body as you hear Neteyam's words. You reach for the bucket and rinse the rag, savoring the moment. Then, you let your wet hands glide over his right forearm, feeling the softness of his skin. You grasp his wrist in your hand, being careful and gentle. Finally, you bring his hand towards the awaiting water, your eyes locked with his. "I wasn't talking about my dad," you say, your voice filled with a low tone.

This had Neteyam gulp, feeling your nimble fingers caress his skin. As your eyes held contact with him, he felt insecure for the first time in a while. A purple flashed on his cheeks from your intense gaze. Neteyam was the first to pull away from the moment, swaying his beaded hair over his shoulder.

You thought you made him uncomfortable, so you quickly grabbed his left wrist and tugged it toward the bucket to wash away the remaining dirt. But instead, you had his heart soaring, so it was surprising when he asked, "Are you going to the feast tonight?" Neteyam winced, realizing it was a silly question. After drying your hands, you passed him the towel and got up.

As you gathered the materials to put them away, your nerves jumbled together. You passed him glances and confidently said, "Of course, why wouldn't I?" It seemed like a loaded question, but you didn't give him time to reply. "Plus, my parents are using this feast to find potential mates." Without looking at Neteyam, you reached for a Spartan fruit in the woven basket on the counter.

What you didn't know was that the elders were doing the same tonight for Neteyam as well.

As you examined the variety of fruits, you picked two perfect-looking purple fruits and began to turn back around when Neteyam's voice echoed through your ears. "Then you and your family should sit with mine." His silent groans filled the air, along with shuffling. You whip your head in his direction, not believing what you were hearing.

You didn't move as he strolled over to take one of the spartan fruits out of your hand to bring it up toward his face, but he didn't bite into it yet. "It's the least I can do to thank you for caring for me. I also know you wanted to go on this hunt, but you had to stay behind to help gather food," he gestured towards the spartan.

You feel your heart pounding as you realize what Neteyam is suggesting. You are stunned and breathless, not knowing how to react to such a request. Your hands clutch onto the fruit, fingers tightly wrapped around it. Neteyam lifts the fruit to his lips and bites into it, his eyes drifting to you.

"You look like you just saw your first Ikran," he smiles, chewing playfully on the fruit. "I'm just asking you to sit with my family," he explains, glancing down at you.

"With the clan leaders." You mentioned making him smile softly.

"Just thought it was a nice gesture," Neteyam doesn't know where the courage it took for him to look in your doe eyes. "With our table overlooking the clan, I'd figure it'd give your parents the ability to see all the eligible people for you. Or maybe," the warrior paused as you picked a twig from his messy hair. "They won't need to look far."

You held onto the twig as if it had some magical power to keep you grounded. "Okay. I think I can get my parents to agree.” You managed to muster out, trying not to get your hopes up with his words. He was just being nice.

You took a bite of the purple fruit slurping up the sweet juices and chewing off the soft textured skin, “As long as you tell me the story about how you and Lo'ak encountered a Palulukan and you seemed to get your ass handed to you."

Neteyam lowered his head in a chuckle before biting himself into the goodness. “Of course! I’ll save you a seat next to me.”

This will be the last Neteyam fic until October, so follow up for updates!

~ Caroline

[teyamloving12]

A Sticky Situation

Warning: pseudo incest, stepbrother!Aonung, stuck and fucked(lol), breeding kink, creampie, etc.

Pairing: Stepbrother!Aonung(19) x reader(18) x Bestfriend!Loak(18)

Synopsis: Somehow Eywa made you stuck through a hole in your marūi and you need your stepbrother's help to pull you out but Lo'ak offers "extra help".

Now you were just unlucky. You were trying to sew a top for your new friend, Kiri, to wear on a date with your cousin, Rotxo, in the next 2 days. You accidentally lost one of the shells you were going to use on it. It fell through a hole in your marūi.

"I've never seen this hole before.", you thought. You pushed yourself through the hole. The shell was so close but you couldn't reach it. "Eywa, are you fucking serious!?", you yelled. You watched as the sun became to set. It was beautiful but you were still stuck. You tried to force yourself out of the hole but no success.

You were half asleep until you were awoken by the sound of steps in the marūi. You were frightened, who the fuck was that?

"Who is there?", you yelled. You heard laughter behind you. "Sister, is that you?", you sighed in relief. It was just Aonung. "Aonung please help me out!", you pleaded. It was vey uncomfortable to be stuck in a position like this. He kept laughing looking at you squirm like this but a part of him wants to do something else. "Stop laughing like a idiot and help me please! Please it really hurts!", you begged.

Aonung held you by the hips and grind you into him. "Aonung what the fuck are you doing? Help me out!", you shouted to yell. Lo'ak walked by the marūi and dropped by to see Aonung but changed his mind. He heard you begging Aonung to pull you out. He saw you stuck in a hole in your marūi and chuckled. "Lo'ak what are you doing here?", you asked with shock all over your face.

He smirked at your flustered face. He rubbed the tear that ran from your beautiful face. In the meanwhile, Aonung was grinding his boner on your ass. "Aonung what the fuck! You pervert! Stop grinding your boner on me and help me out!", you said trying to hold back the moans from your mouth. You were enjoying it but Lo'ak was in front of you. What would he think of you?

"Keep it up, bro!", Lo'ak said. You were in shock. He undid his loincloth. "Wait Lo'ak, let's not do this please!", you begged. You felt your loincloth fall off your waist. " Aonung we can't, you're my brother. That is not right!", you said , wiggling your hips not knowing you were grinding on his boner. No response. He blew on your clit causing you to flinch.

"Don't forget about me, pretty girl!", Lo'ak said. You were shocked at his size. He pulled your chin up to look at him. He smiled suggestively. He lined his cock with your mouth. You licked the tip which was soaked with precum. You took your time to take him in your mouth.

Aonung sucked your clit causing you to take Lo'ak even deeper in your mouth. Without Warning, Lo'ak began to thrust into your mouth. His cock was soaked with his precum and your saliva.

Aonung stopped eating you out and pushed his cock in your sensitive pussy. He became a beast. You swear you felt the marūi moving from the force of him fucking your cunt. Anyone could have seen you three. How slutty would you look for having a cock in your mouth and your stepbrother's cock down in your pussy. You used your hands to rub Lo'ak's cock with your little mouth around his cock. You were being used like a whore.

Lo'ak took himself out of your mouth. Your tongue stuck out not used to the fact your mouth wasn't full again. Aonung was still back there thrusting his hips into you. "Pretty girl, your face looks so pretty like that!", Lo'ak said.

"Too bad, I can't see her!", Aonung answered. You moans were beautiful. Aonung can help himself. Lo'ak kisses you aggressively. You reached for his dick and stroking it fast. He began to twitch in your hand. He quickly pushed his cock down your throat again. He was literally growing in your mouth. He came down your throat. You drank his sperm as if you were thirsty and had drank in days.

Aonung was still going, his dick was touching your g-spot with each single move he made. You didn't care if your mother or father walked in. Your back was getting blown out. That's all that mattered. "Gonna fill you up real good, make that tummy swell my children!" He came inside of you. It felt so weird yet so right like Eywa herself was the one who made you get into this situation. He was about to leave.

"Aonung bro, she's still stuck!"

[marymary-diva17]

overprotective mates

Jake x reader x neytiri

when you had become pregnant your mates had become overprotective of you, as they were very worried about your safety and health. As anything could do go wrong, for you as you were just human a few days ago and now you are pregnant. They were not the only ones who were overprotective and worried about you health, as your had a 50/50 chance of getting pregnant. They were not the only ones worried as your friends and moat were worried as well, for you safety and wellbeing.

Y/n “ I know you are there neytiri” you were out collect some materials, when you felt someone was watching you and it was neytiri. She soon came out of hiding and made her way towards you.

Neytiri “ I came to see how you were doing, when I came home to check up on your my mother was there with the kids she told me you went out alone”

y/n “ yes I came out here to collect some materials I feel like crafting so stuff, for the unborn baby”

Neytiri “ then let me or Jake do that you you should be out here alone”

y/n “ I will be fine ma tiri”

neytiri “ I know but I’m can still worry norm and my mother said this pregnancy is well but we don’t know what will happen, when the baby comes I and Jake have to worry”

y/n “ ma tiri okay you can worry but not much okay”

???? “What about I’m what I’m chop liver”

neytiri “ chop liver what is that”

Jake “ don’t worry honey to a old human saying and food I will explain later, so I see you found our wondering wife”

Neytiri “ yes I found her here it was not that hard when you know her so well”

Jake “ how are you feeling today love how are you and the baby”Jake had placed his hand on your pregnant belly, while Neytiri had her hands on your shoulders.

y/n “ we are doing well moat and norm predict that the baby will be born this month or next month”

Y/n “ so baby names have you to decide to stop fighting on names, for the baby or will I be picking the baby name”

neytiri “ well if this fool can pick the perfect name we will be fine”

Jake “ oh come on im not bad at naming”

neytiri “ you named your ikran bob, what type of name is that”

Jake “ hey it not a bad name”

y/n “ fine what your idea of perfect name for our unborn baby”

Jake “ sounds that sounds amazing and will for perfect for our son or daughte, a name that will represent them well”

Neytiri “ so you have nothing”

Jake “ what do you have tiri tell us”

neytiri “ I have noting as well”

Jake “ seems like I’m not the only one who doesn’t have a name for a baby”you had rolled your eyes at your husband and wife fighting over a babies name you soon laugh getting their attention.

Jake " what so funny"

y/n " even when I'm the one that pregnant you and neytiri still debate about babies names, this was the same stunt for Neteyam and kiri both of you havant changed yet"

neytiri " well our idiot of our husband rather give our kid some stupid human name, I trying to save our baby from embarrassment"

Jake " oh come on I'm not that bad"

neytiri " yes you are still acting like a baby I see"

y/n " come on you two we can debate more about this later, we need to get home for the kids" Jake and neytiri soon stop fight and soon started walking towards home with you.

Jake " next time you decide to wonder away tell us so we know where you are"

y/n " I swear on my hearts and soul I will tell you next time when I leave home and the village"

neytiri " good and we will come up with a name for the baby soon I know" you had noted your head it will take until the day you went into labor when you finally came up with a name your baby boy loa'k, this event was a story you will share with the kids and it will make them laugh. As they heard stories of their mom and dad acting like foolish children.

[atxxokirina]

Irresistible (18+, MDNI)

Jake Sully X fem Na'vi reader

contains: SMUT, not much of a plot, rough dom jake, sub reader, bfd, choking, p in v, riding, missionary, dirty talk

summary: kiri is your best friend. but despite that, you still can't seem to stay away from her dad. he's just too irresistible.

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You slowly step into Jake's hut, a sad sigh coming out of you with a frown across your face. You make your way to his cot and climb onto his lap, straddling him caressing his face. "Oh, Jake.. I missed you so much baby..." Jake wakes up as soon as he feels your body above him, sitting up straight in his cot and looking at you with a concerned expression. "Hey, what's wrong? What's goin' on, y/n?" He speaks in a worried but soft tone, cupping your cheek.

You close your eyes at his gentle touch, heart warming at his supple concern. "I just missed you. I-I'm sorry for showing up like this.." You frown at him, adjusting yourself on his lap. Jake's eyes soften as you explain and pulls you into a tight hug. He speaks calmly and soothingly. "Oh, baby girl.. it's okay. I'm here now." He rubs your back and plants a tiny kiss on your forehead.

You smile, tilting your head and planting a kiss on his forehead too. You can tell that he feels conflicted about you showing up unannounced, you were just lucky that Neytiri was out hunting late. "Don't worry.. nobody saw me come here." You place your hands on his chest, massaging it up and down. You lean back a bit and start to grind your hips on him, Jake chuckles and nods at your point. "Oh, I get it." He says in a playful and affectionate manner. He feels a buldge start to grow in his loincloth. "Alright, I know what's on your mind. I can't say no to you, can I?" Jake smirks at you, grinding his hips into yours as he grips your plush thighs.

"Mhm... I'm so glad you understand daddy." You giggle and come closer to his face, licking your lips and giving him a passionate kiss. You start rolling your hips on him again, feeling his slight thrusts meet yours. Your hands are now rubbing down his body. Feeling on his muscley arms and large shoulders.

He grins while watching you take the initiative. As you kiss him, he wraps his arms around you, holding your body closely as he gives into the kiss. You bring your hand down to his loincloth, tugging on it and signaling for him to take it off. He sighs and pulls away from you. "Use your words, girl." He says in a demanding tone. "Ughhh, don't make me say it—" You start to whine but Jake stops you before you can say anything else. He firmly grabs your chin, squeezing it and positioning your ear to his mouth. "Don't be a bad girl.." He whispers in a seductive, melodic tone. His low voice sounded like paradise. "Y-Yes Jake.." You reply and he lets go of your chin. "Tell me what you want."

"I-I want your cock, sir." You admit. A flush wave of nervousness filled your body, his dominance turned you on so much, and it made it even hotter knowing how wrong it was. "Good girl, baby.." As he hears your subtle words, he unties his loincloth. His cock springs out. Purple veins pulsating as precum oozes out of his tip. "Fuck.." You say under your breath as you hurriedly take your loincloth off as well, untying it from around your perked up tail.

You quickly bring your hand to your mouth and spit on it to create lube. You rub your wet hand on your cunt and look look down at Jake's member, watching as it grew harder. "Oh fuck Jake.. how are you this hard?" You speak, holding his cock and rubbing it against your clit. "..must've missed me, hm?"

Jake lets out a breathy chuckle. "I may have missed you a little bit.." He responds. "A little bit? Your dick says otherwise.." You lift your hips, slowly lining yourself on his cock and prepping your body. Jake grows impatient. He groans, and holds onto your waist. "I'm sorry baby" He says before pushing your body down, forcing you to take his cock whole "Oww! F-fuuucckk!!!" You wince out in pain, leaning your head back as the pain from his cock fills the lower part of your womb.

"Oh, I..' Jake lets out a breathy moan, feeling your tight walls close in on him. A whimper filled with pain comes from you. "Hmh.. is it hurting you?" He teases, slightly lifting his hips up to brush against your cervix. "I-I'm fine,- Mmph!" You let out a staggered moan as the pain begins to fade away. You grind up on him, feeling the pleasure start to build. "I just don't want this to e-end. F-fuck! Who knows when we'll be able to do this again?"

"Yeah.. you're right. We should make every moment count while we can." Jake breathes out. As you bounce faster, he places his hand on your breasts, moaning as his cock hits sweet spot. "You're a slut who likes fucking your best friend's dad, aren't you? Hm? Say it, bitch."

He kisses your neck, sucking and chewing on your deep blue skin. "I-I'm a sl-ut! Oh my- Uh! You feel so good, s-sir!" You follow his orders, eyes rolling back at the amount of pleasure you're in. Whimpers and breathless moans escape your mouth. "Yeah... That's right dirty girl." His hunger grows for you, cock throbbing inside of you and inching towards release. Jake cups your mouth after hearing how loud your whines are getting, muffling your mouth to hide the noises. "Keep your mouth shut. Don't say a fucking word."

"Ah.. haah, I'm gonna.. cum! Ohhh fuck daddy!" You speak through his palm. He makes eye contact with you as your body subconsciously grinds, desperately craving more friction before cumming. "Are you close Jake? Pleeaase.. I need your cum inside of me.." You lean down and attack his neck with kisses, leaving a trail of purple hickies. Jake gives you a deep stare. He pulls you back by your neck, squeezing your airways and forcing you to look into his eyes. "Never been closer baby.." He softly moans and focuses on on his thrusts. Fast paced, but still deep and sensual.

"J-Jake I'm cumming!" You moan louder, arms coming down on his chest as you makes eye contact with him, griding desperately, craving more friction before your release. "Yeah, that's right! Cum for me, let it all out." He smacks your ass and you immediately squirt on his cock. Your slick dripping onto his tummy and thighs. You let out a relived moan, bowing your head down and sighing. "Oh, no. No no no, we're not done here. Not until I fucking say so." Before you can respond, Jake lifts your body up and slams your back onto the cot. You gasp, pupils widening at his actions. He pumps his cock a few times before aligning it with your soaking pussy.

"Jake, I just came.. please, I'm s-still sensitive." You plead with him, but he gives you another cold look. "You think I care about that? This pussy is mine, belongs to me.. I use it when I want to. Got it?" And with that, he thrusts his dick inside of you. Bottoming out and groaning as your velvety walls adjust to his length. "M-mhm!" Your moans get caught in your throat, resulting in staggered whimpers and incoherent words. Jake chuckles at the sight and begins to move, looking down at how easily his cock disappears inside of you.

He comes down to your ear and whispers. "You want me to cum inside you? Huh? Fill this perfect little cunt with my seed? Knock you up like the little slut you are?" He grunts while the build up in his stomach grows, feeling how close to the edge he is "Y-Yes! Yes, Jake! F-fuck!!" Your body shakes as you cream on his cock. His cock twitches inside of you and a spurt of warm cum flows inside of you. A soft gasp escapes your mouth as you cling onto him. "Oh great mother..!" You moan out one last time before your body becomes limp under his.

Jake bows his head down, still breathless. He wipes the sweat from your forehead and slides out of your cunt, laying his body next to you. "Did I do good daddy?" You ask, facing your body to him. He nods softly, still slightly panting. "You did more than good, y/n. You were perfect." His praise instantly makes your heart flutter, you smile while sitting up and tying your hair into a ponytail. "Thank you.." You give peppered kisses along his jawline, meeting his intimidating gaze.

"C'mon, kid. We gotta get you cleaned up before the sun rises." You stand up from the cot, bending down to pick up your loincloth and slipping it back on. You nod in annoyance as he sits up on the cot and looks at you with a warm expression on his face. "Yeah, yeah.." You hated how to always had to leave after sharing such an intimate moment.

Jake grabs your arm, stopping your hand from tying the cloth around your tail, you look at him in confusion. "I would keep you here all night if I could, you know that? I just- You know how it is, with Kiri and everyone else.." He explains with a hint of sympathy in his tone.

You playfully rolls your eyes as you finish tying your loincloth. "I know, I wish I could stay with you too.. " You sigh and plant a quick but meaningful kiss on his lips and ruffle his hair. He chuckles at your response and smiles more at the kiss that you give him. "Hey.. I'm glad to be yours, just as much as you're glad to be mine. I promise we'll have more nights like this, okay? "I promise."

"Okay.. A promise is a promise, don't forget that." You respond, kissing him one last time before walking toward the door. "Goodnight, Jake.. I'll see you again soon." You wave your hand, dipping your head and walking under the curtained door, hips swaying as you walk away.

"Goodnight y/n, and be safe. See you in the morning, beautiful." Jake's eyes watch you as you walk, and he can't help but admire you. He hates to see you leave, but loves to see you walk away. Letting out a deep breath, he lays back in his cot and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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i’ve never requested anything before so idk how this works but, if you’re still taking request for avatar characters, i’m thinking of a neteyam x reader, like the reader is a really talented warrior and they’re the apprentice of Jake and Both the Reader and Neteyam are constantly in competition to see who’s the strongest and at some point one of them just has an outburst due to all the pressure they have on them. (btw i literally found your account today and i just have to say i love your writing) :))

NETEYAM X READER

Golden child

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Growing up in the omaticaya clan, the people recognized the spark you had, a passionate flame that burned in your heart. Strong, leading. Everybody knew that you would be someone great, and that’s exactly what you were. You always aimed for the top, always made 1st place, always tried your hardest at everything you did.

And alongside you, the oldest son of Jake sully, neteyam.

The two of you were fairly close in age, you being only a few months younger, and when your parents died, and were given back to eywa, jake felt the responsibility of taking you in, they were in his war party, and you reminded him so much of himself. And Neytiri always wanted a daughter, so you became a sully.

And so it begun. With the two of you, everything had to be a competition. You got your ikran? Neteyam gets his a day later. You catch a fish while hunting? Neteyam catches 7. You can eat 2 fish? Neteyam can at 3. Every waking hour the two of you lived was spent staring at eachother, waiting to beat the other. THe only thing you had above him, was that you were in the war party, and he always on lookout.

“Did you get hurt while on your mission? I guess the sky people are getting too strong for you.” he spoke, noticing the cut on your cheek, the both of you knew he was joking. He pressed a piece of cloth against your cheek, sending a smirk. You just narrowed your eyes, chuckling.

“Being that i was able to come within 10 feet of one, im not worried. How was your little tree a mile away from our spot? Was it nice and warm?” you taunted right back at him, laughing at how his smirk fell. This was such a common interactionbetween the two of you, in which neither of you took it seriously.

Even so, you and neteyam were kind of forced to grow a bond, being that 90% of your time was spent trying to outdo the other. The two of you didnt really know why it was the way it was between you two, maybe the validation you got from jake in being the oldest sibling, or the golden child, who could protect the family. Both of you kindled the same flame, and it made both of you stronger.

So naturally, when the two of you both moved to the metkayina tribes together, along with the rest o the sully family, and learned that you would have to learn the ways of water… It became a rivalry. Who could pick it up faster. Who’s ilu was bigger, who could stay underwater for longer, who could stay out of trouble longer.

ANd to your great surprise, neteyam found himself winning at everything. He was just so fast in adjusting to the world around, he could ride on an ilu within the first days of trying, automatically he was able to understand the breathing techniques of the metkayina clan, he made it look. So . easy.

But you? You couldnt, you didnt even know why it was so hard, tuk even got it within a month. You could barely swim, holding your breath was harder than fighting a sky person in one of those suits, and you just couldnt bond with the nature around, even if it was beautiful. You tried your hardest, practicing for hours longer than you had to, almost feinting from exhaustion every night. But still, things didnt get better like they usually did.

And it tore you apart, youd never not been good at something, even if it was hard at first, you ALWAYS got better at it. That was why this was just so strange for you, so overwhelming to the point that it made you want to rip your hair out. You just couldnt comprehend how he was just so good at everything, that was your job, it's not fun to compete when you arent good at it.

So as a few months past, your agitation grew, and your patience shrunk. Things werent getting better, even Lo-ak was picking things up faster than you, and he never did that. And trust me, everybody noticed, you became snappy, talking back to your dad, refusing to hang out with tuk most of the time, and you even yelled at anuong twice for teasing you. Eventually, jake stopped complimenting you like he did in the forests, and that hurt more than anything else could. Even if it was unintentional.

Eventually, when it all became too much for you to handle anymore, you asked for help. And who else to ask but the one guy you knew had to help you. Neteyam, he had to miss your daily little competitions, so he needed you to get better at… everything.

“Neteyam?” you approached him when the two of you were alone, he was cleaning the saddles of his ilu, which generally was an easy task, actually it was quite calming, so you assumed he would be easier to talk to now.

“Yeah?”

“I- im having trouble-i need you to- could you- um-” you spluttered, you were not known to be shy. Ever. This place is changing too much about you, and you hate it. The only person youd ever really felt comfortable asking for help from was jake, and even then that was only in dire situations. You just didnt know how to do it without feeling weak, feeling inferior.

“Oh? Is somebody trying to ask me for help?” A smirk splayed on his face as he side eyed you, placing the ilu saddle down, he crossed his arms, and stared at you in the same way neytiri would when she would watch you do something stupid. It was condescending. You wanted to punch him in the face.

“Y-yes, I am” his stare sent you into an internal rabbit hole, it was unrelenting, and you could tell exactly what he was thinking. That you were becoming weak. That he finally beat you at something.

“Say it.”

“Really?” You crossed your arms and stared at the boy. He had to be out of his mind to think you would go that low for him to- oh. You were going that low.

“Say. It.”

“Neteyam, please help me”

“Oh wow. What happened to the girl who restled a thanator? Is everybodys favorite Sully losing her spark?” he joked, setting a hand on your shoulder and tilting his head with a smirk. He wasnt serious, the two of you always teased eachother, which was most of the time mean comments, but it never was serious. But at this point, the nights you spent trying to swim instead of sleeping caught up, and your comprehension had ceased to work. Imagine neteyams surprise when his lighthearted joke made your lip start to wobble, and your eyes start to gloss over.

“Yeah- i think i am.” and with those words, your shoulders started shaking, and in a few seconds you dropped to your knees, and were crying like tuk does when she gets hurt. Large sobs racked your chest, and you brought your hands up to your eyes, shielding yourself from the embarrassment that you knew would come with crying in front of the boy that you constantly competed against.

You’d never felt so fucking incompetent before, like you couldn’t contribute anything to the table anymore. It made you want to kill everybody within a ten mile radius.

Immediately when neteyam realized that you were serious, and that this wasnt something you and loak were pranking him with, he also fell onto his knees, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. His hand found it's way to your face, and he pushed the curtain of hair away from your eyes, pulling your hands away your hands.

“No- no don't cry y/n. I Didnt mean it, youre perfect- It was a joke i promise” He spluttered out in any attempts to console you, his eyes met your own, and he just stared. The both of you had experience in consoling younger crying siblings, but it never was you. He didnt think hed ever seen you cry before. It’s like all of his instincts froze up, and he had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Thats the thing Nete. I think youre right- I cant do anything anymore- breathing is hard for me- And dad doesnt look at me like he used to anymore- I just- i don't know what im doing wrong” you squinted your eyes and sniffled, you were just so tired, and overwhelmed. And so fucking done. You wanted to go home, back to what was normal, back where you could function like a person.

“Ma we y/n. Ma we. Y/n, you are the youngest to ever be in the omaticaya war party. Your name is known across pandora, you’ve surpassed the limits of eywa. You are nothing but elite-” he shifted in front of you and placed of his hands on the sides of your face. It forced you to look him in the eyes, and listen to what he was saying.

“Shes gone though- I cant hunt like they do. I am not a warrior of the sea. I can do nothing now. And youre just- you can do everything I can’t” the more you talked, the harder you made it for yourself to stop crying. All of the emotion, all of the anger, the grief, the aggravation, just crumbled. Along with that stupid golden child complex of yours.

“Y/n. Shut up. You are so amazing to me it hurts. The only reason you feel like this is because for the first time, you can’t do something. But that’s okay. I’m here. I see you.” He pressed his forehead to your own, wiping the tears that left your eyes with his thumb. You closed your eyes, and let him embrace you. This was strange, weakened wasn’t something either of you were very keen on showing, especially with him, especially not when it made you feel like this. Like neteyam was more than a rival.

“You promise?”

“Of course. ”

The two of you sat there for a moment, foreheads pressed closely, his hand on your shoulder and your face, comforting you with touch, rubbing circles into your back and wiping tears away. You could feel his breath, his heartbeat. And that alone was able to calm you down. Just him.

Just neteyam.

“I’m sorry- I know this is stupid I just didn’t know who else to ask and I thought you-“ it only took you a few seconds to realize the intimacy of the situation, him holding you, pressed up against your face, if anybody were to see you your parents would throw a fit. Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of purple-y blue, and you stood up, breaking the locked eyes you had with the boy. He just chuckled.

“Does this mean I win?“ he let out the same giggle tuk might have when you went to throw the ilu saddle at him. Which eventually turned into him tackling you into the water. The two of you laughed, pretending to forget whatever just happened, whatever step the two of you just took in your relationship, trying to avoid whatever feelings both of you were most certainly having all of a sudden.

“Oh shut up”

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*Bonus*

Anuong And loak watch your two figures from a farther away peer, they had been training when they caught eyes of the two golden silly’s getting a little too close for comfort. Immediately lo-ak was cackling at how stressed neteyam looked being so close to you.

“Let’s make a bet, loser has to do the others chores for a month” anuong spoke, staring at the two of you with intent. Lo-ak raised an eyebrow and smiled, it was so funny, he’d always been able to see it. The two of you were head over heels, you just couldn’t see it.

“I’d give it a week before they’re on top of eachother like mates” he answered, leaning over the edge of the peer and watching the two of press together. He couldn’t blame his brother for being so in love with you , you were amazing. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use your relationship to his advantage.

“You’re on, fish lips.”

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Lol I had fun writing this; not really angst but a lil bit sad here and there

Anyway, thanks for requesting, and thanks for reading, I lived writing this even though I’m pretty sure it’s not very good. Bye! Have a great day!

[frogletscribe]

More Until it Doesn't Hurt sketching from Chapter 13

Im taking a small break from writing for a bit, as work/life stuff has me in a creative slump atm, but enjoy these little doodles in the meantime

[loveforneteyam]

❝your mighty warrior❞

summary: in the navi culture, those who lay with eywa stay with her and do not return to the living. therefore, you were incredibly thankful when the great mother returned your mate to you as if he had never been harmed. but what are you to do when your mighty warrior does not even recognize your eyes anymore?

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader

warnings: atwow spoilers; major angst, mentions of character death, memory loss, struggle with identity, depression/anxiety, bittersweet ending, fluff

CHAPTERS

I. golden eyes II. reminisce III. great mother IV. purpose

loveforneteyam © 2023

[maverickbabes]

Neteyam Sully

**A/N: Neteyam is aged up and grown up in my stories.**

Lover: Nemiri (Miri), y/n

🅢🅔🅡🅘🅔🅢

18+ One Kiss One More Kiss -IN THE WORKS

🅒🅤🅣🅔

Why Do I Put Up With You

Come Here

Nite full of Bliss

1 + 1 = 3

Date Night

🅐🅝🅖🅢🅣

Back off

🅢🅜🅤🅣

Tis but a scratch, Kiss it better?

My Anger Slut

I Know What You Need/Craving You

🅗🅔🅐🅓🅒🅐🅝🅞🅝🅢

Neteyam taking care of you while you're pregnant

[skeletondeerart]

Stories of the Sky People

Sully Family x GN!Dream Walker Reader (Platonic) | Word Count: 1209 Words

Synopsis: Tasked with watching the Sully kids while Jake and Neytiri are away leads (Y/n) to recite the ‘Ugly Duckling’ story by Hans Christian Anderson, one of their favourite stories back on Earth to keep the kids occupied until their parent return.

The reader is the same age as Jake.

I never knew my life would turn out like this, taken in by a world many light years away from my birthplace. I have finally found my place amongst the people of Pandora. In particular. In the embrace of the Sully family.

Back on Earth Jake and I were both marines. Him an ex-soldier since he became paralysed. And me? I was a Captain yet also resigned alongside Jake when I lost my leg from a mine.

It was tough for the both of us. But our injuries bound us together through the worst times in our lives. We quickly became like siblings to each other, and we mourned together when we got news that Tom was killed in action. That was when we were both requested to join the Avatar program. They needed Jake to pilot Tom’s avatar and my own avatar was approved to begin the growing process since they deemed me a suitable candidate to gain information on the Na’vi.

We had nothing left to loose, so we signed the papers without hesitation and began our new lives.

That leaves us with today, I sat in the family home with Tuktiery in my lap. Kiri sitting to my left, Lo’ak to my right, Neteyam sitting cross legged in front of me and Spider laid beside Neteyam. I was one their own, like an Auntie/Uncle to the young Na’vi. I made jokes and orchestrated pranks on their Father just to see Jake flick me the finger as we all ran from the scene of the crime.

“So, what happened then?” Tuk gasped her yellow eyes wide with wonder.

“The Mother duck came to realise that one of her babies didn’t look like the rest, they were grey and much larger than their tiny yellow siblings. Yet that didn’t matter to her. She leads all the babies into the water watching them swim along with her, even the grey baby. The mother was happy that her grey baby swam like the rest and thought to herself “Why, that's no turkey," she said. "See how nicely he uses his legs, and how straight he holds himself. He's my very own son after all, and quite good-looking if you look at him properly. Quack, quack come with me. I'll lead you out into the world and introduce you to the duck yard.” My quaking impression got a chuckle out of the kids as my smile also grew at their happiness.

All the Sully Children were wrapped up in the story, maybe it resonated with them in a sense. Being half human and half Na’vi, well in Spider’s case, a human amongst the Na’vi. Feeling like an outlier in their clan.

“The Mother duck’s friends complimented all of her children yet insulted the grey duckling, the grey duckling was pecked at and shunned by all the different animals, the other ducks, the hens, the humans. So, when he grew up, he left.”

A gasp left the five children at this twist.

“Oh no! Poor grey duckling!” Tuk whimpered. I ran my hand up and down her back in a comforting manner.

“The story isn’t over yet Tuk.” I stated with a smile as I continued, “The grey duckling flew away from his Mother, sick of the treatment from all the other animals. He then found his way to a lake that had elegant white swans. The grey duckling said to himself "I shall fly near these royal birds, and they will peck me to bits because I, who am so very ugly, dare to go near them. But I don't care. Better be killed by them than to be nipped by the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked about by the hen-yard girl, or suffer such misery in winter."

“The poor grey duckling thought himself as ugly because that was all anyone, but his mother had told him. But in fact, he was quite wrong. As he lands in the clear waters exclaiming to the beautiful swans to kill him, he bowed his head and caught his reflection. He was no longer the reflection of a clumsy, dirty, grey bird. He himself was a swan! Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.”

“He was praised by the other swans and the other animals of the yard. He felt so very happy, but he wasn't at all proud, for a good heart never grows proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and scorned, and now he heard them all call him the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. He sang out "I never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling."

“Awwwwww~” Kiri cooed, “I’m glad the duck- I mean swan had a happy ending.”

Tuktiery had a big smile on her face as the conclusion of the story. Neteyam had a warm look in his eyes and Lo’ak lent back on his hands with a smile on his own face. Spider has a grin on his as he looked to the woven floors.

“I loved that story when I was little, Mum used to read it to me every night” Jake stated with a warm smile recalling his memories, as he entered the home alongside Neytiri. I gesture to them ‘I see you’ and the kids quickly follow suit, as Jake and Neytiri sign back.

“Got into any trouble when we were gone (Y/n)?” Neytiri asked with a smirk on her face.

I gasp in mock horror. “Me Neytiri? Never” I said with my own smirk. “I was just telling the kids some of the stories from Earth.”

“Yes Mum! (Y/n) always has cool stories from the sky!” Tuktiery excitedly stated, yet stifling a yawn.

“Earth, baby. We came from Earth.” I correct.

“Yeah, Earth!” Tuk giggled.

“That was a wonderful story (Y/n), thank you for sharing it with us” Neteyam thanked with a warm smile and nod.

“No worries Neteyam, anytime.” I smile as I lean forward to ruffle his hair dragging a laugh from him.

“I think it’s time for bed, I think” Jake says as he watches Tuk drift in and out of sleep in my arm. This gets a hum of acknowledgement from Neytiri and I as we all move into bed. Jake gently pries Tuk from my arms as she settles quickly into her Father’s arms. Jake lays down in the middle, Neytiri to his right and me to the left. Kiri curls up by my side as Neteyam cuddles with his Mum and Spider wedges his way in-between Jake and I, that’s when Lo’ak decided to lounge across everyone gaining a groan from all of us.

“Lo’ak move your butt!” Spider groans and he kicks Lo’ak in the shin.

“Owwwww! Spider lay off!” Lo’ak wines yet doesn’t move an inch.

“Enough boys!” Jake scolds through his teeth, trying to keep Tuktiery asleep. That was enough to get Lo’ak to move and let poor Spider breathe.

“Sleep.” Neytiri states with her eyes shut.

I could only smile at Neytiri’s blunt parenting style.

“Sweet dreams everyone.” I murmur.

“Goodnight.” The Sully’s reply before we all fell into the embrace of sleep.

I would do anything to protect this family.

[theflowerofpandora]

Golden Girl

Neteyam X F!Metkayina Reader

Word Count: 14.2K

Summary: You and Neteyam hate each other... Or so you both think. There is a fine line between love and hate. (based on this concept)

Warnings: (Neteyam, Reader, Rotxo and Ao’nung are aged up to 21) Swearing, Angst, Slut Shaming!!, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a spoiled brat, Possessive and Mean Neteyam, Brief mentions of violence and death, ft some Rotxo x Reader (purely for the plot lol), SMUT (please do not interact if you are a minor)!!, Degradation, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Hair/Tail Pulling, Praise Kink, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Manhandling, Rough Neteyam but also Soft Neteyam lol

Author’s Note: ITS HERE!!!!! Enjoy besties!! I had a lot of fun writing this instead of doing my uni assignments heheh, please lmk your thoughts - comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

Neteyam’s patience was wearing thin.

Who the fuck did you think you were?

Like seriously.

Just because you were supposed to be the Metkayina clan’s Golden Girl did not mean you had to act like an entitled, bossy, spoiled brat.

Just because you were the eldest daughter of Olo’eyktan Tonowari and Tsahík Ronal. The twin sister of their eldest child and future clan leader, Ao’nung. A strong swimmer and healer with a temper like your Mother. A smart, skilled hunter like your Father. And the one who taught your younger sister, Tsireya, the softness and kindness of the world…

Just because you could be many great things, the clan’s Golden Girl, did not mean you should be allowed to prance around with a sway in your hips, batting your long thick eyelashes and puckering your lips with the flirtiest of smiles at any Na’Vi who so much as even glanced your way.

Neteyam couldn’t stand the way you smiled and the way it reached your eyes, making them shine with what seemed like fake innocence. It was far too enticing to the point that it made him nauseous whenever he was in your presence.

He couldn’t stand being next to you in the breeze when he could smell your natural aroma wafting over his senses, only for it to be overcome with another’s as their scent was still lingering on your skin from the night before.

He couldn’t stand the way your silky hair bounced in loose curls with every step you took or the way you flipped it over your shoulders whenever you laughed at something a potential mate said.

He couldn’t stand the sight of you coming out of the ocean; the sight of the saltwater droplets that were cascading down your smooth turquoise body and over the most beautiful stripes on skin that he’s ever seen.

He couldn’t stand the way that the tattoos on your torso, chest and legs emphasised your voluptuous breasts and hips. The detailed inking on your body signified that you had passed your Iknimaya and had earned them over the past few years since then.

He also couldn’t stand you and your tiny little loincloth and ever tinier chest covering. The shells and woven fabric of your top was barely even that, a covering. Why did you always have to wear such smaller clothing than the rest of your clan?

Neteyam laughed when you told him that it was because it allowed you to move more freely and was less restricting in the water.

Obviously, the mighty warrior didn’t believe you - which deeply angered you after you had all just had a pleasant afternoon.

You and your siblings had just finished going over breathing techniques with the Sully’s which is why you were currently face to face with the eldest Sully sibling.

Much to everyone’s amusement, Lo’ak struggled the most and everyone erupted into knowing chuckles when Tsireya commented on how his heart was beating too fast. It was clearer than the waters how infatuated he was with her.

The ocean seemed like a second nature to Kiri, which honestly impressed you a lot. She rarely struggled with grasping this new way of life and with the way she spoke about the Great Mother, you could sense a deeper connection and reasoning to why she found herself at ease in Eywa’s waters of Pandora.

Little Tuktirey was even doing well with the encouragement of you and her obnoxious eldest brother.

Neteyam seemed to struggle a bit which you never truly helped, neither did Rotxo and Ao’nung when they were consistently teasing him about his skinny and seemingly weak forest features.

You’ll admit, you knew your twin’s harsh mocking with the Sully boys was too much. But you didn’t do much to stop it as you found yourself laughing along sometimes because in all honesty, although the forest people seemed weak - they were far from it. You had seen how much strength they possessed and found the mockery rather ironic, so you snorted along with it.

“Why are you even staring at my clothes anyway, forest boy?”

“You don’t dress like the other’s in the clan,” he observed, expression filled with something you couldn’t decipher.

“Well, it’s just less restricting and I find it more comfortable flowing through the water with less getting in the way and getting caught on the coral.” You gave him a nod, firm and certain of your answer.

But then, he laughed - his chest puffing out as a deep chuckled boomed through it. As if what you were saying was ridiculous.

“What?” A scoff left your lips as you looked up at Toruk Makto’s firstborn who was grinning at you in disbelief. “You think it’s because I’m shamelessly trying to whore myself out or something?”

A smug look crossed his features as his larger, muscular dark blue frame stood over you on the beach. He crossed his arms, tauntingly leaning his head down to reach your height so he could stare into your fiery eyes. “I think it is exactly that, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

“You skxawng (idiot)!” With a hiss, your body felt hot with rage and you roughly kicked the sand underneath your feet towards Neteyam, suddenly spraying him with the sun-hot grains which caused him to choke and splutter in shock as the sand entered his airway instead of the salty sea air.

A satisfied grin graced you face whilst the forest boy continued gasping for air through groans of annoyance. He was hunched over, resting his hands on his knees with flat ears – trying to catch his breath whilst his tail moved agitatedly.

“No wonder why you can’t hold your breath underwater, you can’t even breathe on land!” You quipped, pivoting on your heels and rushing towards the calm waters of the shore with your thick tail swishing side to side behind you.

Scowling, he watched you walk away with his eyes focused on your long legs as he muttered to himself about how childish he thought you were.

Of course, your sharp ears instantly heard and they twitched in discomfort which only angered you more. “Oh, do be careful next time you’re swimming baby,” you cooed sarcastically before continuing, “there might just be an Akula waiting to bite you in half!”

“You’re just like your brother!” He snarled, referring to the time where Ao’nung stupidly left Lo’ak alone by himself outside of the reef.

You liked Lo’ak and your baby sister had a crush on him. You remember how scared she was when she found out Ao’nung and his friends had ditched the Omatikaya boy by Three Brother’s Rocks. You had an argument with your twin that day, outraged by his behaviour to have put someone in such a dangerous position - the someone who was growing feelings for your baby sister and vice versa.

But Neteyam didn’t know that. He didn’t know you had fought your brother over it because you were ashamed and disappointed by his actions to put another in danger. You were the one who got Ao’nung to tell Neteyam, who took your brother to his parents to explain what happened to Lo’ak, and begin a search party for the missing Sully member.

Sighing, your legs carried you further along the sand and into the shore with light splashes, you dove into the waiting calm ocean.

You couldn’t stand Neteyam. He was so rude, coming into your village and saying such mean things to you. You were beginning to wish that your father had never granted the Sully family uturu (scantuary) in Awa’atlu.

But then again - you had no direct issue with the family, just the eldest son.

It was infuriating how often he implied that you were a slut or a demanding and unhelpful brat…

But to be honest, how could you really blame him for thinking that?

You knew most of your friends were all interested in being more than friendly with you. And you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t entertained it to an extent. You liked the attention and compliments and physical affection. And the funny thing is, you had only started craving it more often than usual since Neteyam arrived on the reef with his family. 

Before the Sully’s arrival, you had maybe flirted and gotten psychical with a handful of clan members over the past few years whereas now you were needing attention from someone new every week. Deep down you knew it was purely out of replacement for something you couldn’t truly have…

You also knew that your attitude towards him wasn’t helping his poor thoughts towards you either. However, the more he made these comments, the more it lit a flame within you and you couldn’t help but continue behaving the way you were which only fuelled more comments from him until it had ended up becoming a vicious ongoing cycle.

It was all a game at this point, to see who could annoy or anger the other more. And it was a game which your competitive self, wanted to win.

Later that evening, after eclipse the whole clan was gathered for dinner. The hunting party had retrieved a great catch of fish today. The largest of the season, in fact, which was reason for a celebration to be held. There was music, dancing, laughter and relaxing as the entire clan feasted. After everyone had finished their meal, many of the people remained on the beach around the blazing firepit to socialise and enjoy the rest of the warm evening.

You began approaching your father and brother, effectively interrupting the conversation he was having with Toruk Makto and his sons. “Daddy?”

Tonowari pulled his attention towards you, gaze moving down to your pouted lips. You were after something. He quickly excused himself, pausing the current conversation. “Yes, ma sum (my shell)?”

“Yua has a new pearl necklace up for sale. It’s so pretty and would match perfectly with my new pearl embroidered top. I’d like it please.”

Yua was the clan’s jeweller, but it was a rarity that she crafted anything so beautiful. As soon as she showed you the delicate and intricate design you wanted it. You simply had to have it. Beautiful things made you feel beautiful, after all and once you had your sights on something you always got it.

Neteyam refrained from rolling his eyes. Were you seriously interrupting this conversation because you wanted new jewellery? You were so needy and materialistic. A spoiled brat. He hated it.

Tonowari’s expression remained firm on you despite his softening eyes. You often wanted new things to wear and it was something that he struggled to say no to after seeing how happy it made you. He was not one to deprive his eldest daughter of happiness, knowing that you would go after it yourself. The word NO was not a word that you heard frequently.

“Of course, what is she looking for in return?” Your father breathed out.

“Yua want’s a bigger mauri pod for her workshop.”

All of Sully boy’s eyes widened as they tried to remain reactionless to the excessive demand. A whole new pod in return for a necklace you wanted? They had never heard of such a thing happening within the forest. Lo’ak’s jaw was practically gaping open and he was wondering how you and Tsireya could end up so differently, especially when he knew you two were both so close and she looked up to you a lot, much like him with his own brother although he would never admit it out loud.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, ma sum (my shell).”

“Please Daddy,” you whined before turning to Ao’nung with glossy eyes. It was a look that you knew your brother wouldn’t refuse. He would do anything for his younger twin to see her happy, much like you would do for him too.

Neteyam coughed lightly in attempt to conceal the groan from leaving his throat. Of course, you were not just a spoiled brat but also a Daddy’s girl.

The Golden Girl of the clan was a Daddy’s Girl. It all made sense now and Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder if your father and brother knew how often you were being a handsy little flirt. He was certain that you wouldn’t be seen as the Metkayina Golden Girl if they found out.

“I’ll help organise the move for Yua, Father.” Your brother spoke up with a chuckle, resting a hand on your shoulder to reassure you that he’d help you get what you wanted and you instantly bounced on your feet with joy.

Neteyam was gobsmacked at how easily you swayed the men in your family. Had Kiri asked for such a thing, their parents would have instantly declined. In fact, she would have never made such a demand in the first place.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, big bro!” You cheered before kissing their cheeks, catching Neteyam’s green orbs with your bright blue ones right when you began sauntering off again.

Now that you had Neteyam’s eyes on you watching your every move, you thought you would have a bit of fun with it. If he thought that you were whoring yourself out maybe, you would show him just that. Maybe then, he would finally shut up about it.

Although, it wasn’t like he hadn’t caught you before…

A couple nights ago Neteyam had caught you straddling one of your brother’s friends on one of the docks between the marui pod’s, wrapped up in a heated make out session with wandering hands.

He couldn’t deny that it had ignited something within him. He realised that hated seeing another Na’Vi’s hands on you. Or perhaps it was just that he hated knowing that you were getting some frequently and he wasn’t. At least, that’s what he tried telling himself. Yes, it was just that he hadn’t been touched since he had left the forest and he was beginning to desire the sensual affection which you seemed to receive from other’s so often.

There had been too many nights where he had snuck off into the forests that lined the beaches for some much-needed relief for the large bulge under his loincloth. He was desperate. So desperate that his mind was plagued with thoughts of your soft hands and swollen lips as he imagined how it would feel to shut you up by stuffing his thick cock into your mouth.

He would never admit it out loud, but he wanted you. You were so stunning and he couldn’t understand why you were just giving yourself to anyone who wanted it. Anyone but him, it seemed. But it wasn’t as if he had even tried in the first place.

One thing was for certain though, if he did try, he would make sure he was the last man on Pandora to ever lay his hands on you. He would make sure that you were so desperately gagging for him that his cock would become the only one you wanted.

That night Neteyam caught you, you had made eye contact with the mighty warrior in the near distance as you broke the kiss with your brother’s friend and laughed, pulling the boy into the ocean with you so you could continue your activities more privately without being under the watch of those unforgettable glowing green eyes.

Neteyam’s blood boiled when you took that Na’Vi into the water with you to hide from him. Your actions were making him feel crazy.

Unknowing about the forest boy’s true feelings towards you, now that you had his attention you were keen to give him a sight that he wouldn’t forget and would be too stunned to even mention again.

The mighty warrior’s gaze followed your swaying hips and bouncing hair as you walked across the sand on the beach to the other side of the bonfire where a group of yours and Ao’nung’s friends were hanging out with Tsireya.

“Tsmuke (sister)!” Tsireya called out with a bright smile, gesturing for you to come closer. “Have you seen Lo’ak?”

“I have indeed, tìyawn yayo (love bird).” You teased when you reached her, grinning as you saw her bashful expression at your words. “He’s with our father, brother and his own on the other side of the fire. I was just coming to find Rotxo and then we’re headed in that direction.”

She tilted her head questioningly, “what do you need with Rotxo? I thought you didn’t like him much.”

You shifted on your feet, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, people change and he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, tsmuke… you’re not.” Her eyes were wide, realising that he was about to become another one of your late night escapades. “Ao’nung will be so angry if he finds out.”

“Ao’nung won’t find out,” you assured her. “Besides, I am a grown woman and a great huntress and healer within this clan. I am not yet mated and can explore things until then… you know it’s harmless, Reya.”

“I guess you’re right.” Tsireya hummed, “but just because you don’t go all the way with these people does not mean that it’s not harmless.”

She was right. Despite you being a virgin and never having done more than stuff involving your hands and kissing with others, it didn’t make it harmless because of the people you were doing these things with. Most of them being friends of your twin. But it made sense as you were all within your early twenties and many of you were still unmated.

“Relax hì’i tsmuke (little sister), I’ve got everything under control.” You assured her with a smile before your gaze floated over towards Neteyam who was still watching you, seemingly unphased that you had just caught him looking at you again.

“Oh.” Tsireya began as if the answer to your actions these past few weeks had been right there all along. “You’re trying to make Neteyam jealous.”

You scoffed loudly, snorting out a nervous laugh. “You’ve been hanging out with Lo’ak too much. Look at you suddenly making jokes left, right and centre.”

She rolled her eyes at your deflection and opened her mouth to speak again until she was quickly interrupted by you shouting out.

“Rotxo!” The name rolled off your tongue with a smirk on your lips. “Come, I want to show you something.”

The young man’s eyes snapped up and he nodded eagerly, bidding everyone else goodbye before taking the hand that you were offering into his own large one.

“I’ll see you later, Reya.” You blew your sister a kiss, ignoring her tutting before walking away with Rotxo in tow.

“You look good tonight.” His eyes scanned over your features and nearly bare chest that only had two small shells covering your nipples.

“I could say the same for you,” you winked whilst pulling him back across to the other side the firepit and past the group of men you had just walked away from.

Neteyam’s thin tail flickered at the sight of you being hand-in-hand with Rotxo. Were you seriously going to be giving yourself to that skxawng? He was fuming at the thought, his stomach churning anxiously as you briefly made eye contact with him before continuing to tug Rotxo along into the beach’s forest past the treeline.

His father carried on speaking to Tonowari but he found himself being lost in the conversation beside his brother. He was only thinking about you and how his body was burning and screaming at him to follow you and stop Rotxo from touching you.

“You good, bro?” Lo’ak nudged his brother’s side with his elbow upon seeing his sudden discomfort.

“Actually, I’m feeling unwell.” Neteyam lied before excusing himself from the group and stating that he was going for a walk to try and walk it off. Another clear lie. He was going to follow you.

His feet carried him across the sand, away from the celebrations around the large bonfire on the beach. His head was spinning as he continued into the direction you and Rotxo had vanished in.

Your back was currently against a large tree trunk, hands resting on Rotxo’s chest as he feverishly pressed his lips to yours. His hands were moving along from your hips up to your tits, grazing the shells that were covering your hard buds.

“Fuck,” Rotxo mumbled between kissing sloppily along from your lips to your jaw and neck. “You’re so hot.”

You moaned in response, titling your head back to encourage his kisses to move along to that sweet spot on the crook of your neck.

Neteyam’s ears twitched at the sounds and stepped closer into the direction it was coming from. And then he saw it. He saw you and Rotxo. He saw you whimper under Rotxo, who’s hand was now cupping your pussy over your loincloth.

He wondered how many times you had let people touch you there. Probably more than he could count… and he quickly found himself wanting to cut Rotxo’s hands off to prevent him from doing it again.

Before Neteyam could even think about what he was doing, he cleared his throat loudly – effectively breaking you and Rotxo away from each other.

Rotxo pulled away from you in shock, looking seephish like a deer caught in headlights whilst you stood nonchalantly. You had been expecting him to show up, you just didn’t expect him to break the show apart.

Your breathing hitched at the sight of Neteyam. His tail was whipping around and his ears flicked up angrily. His body was tense, tightening the definition of his muscles as he clenched his fists and gritted out one word with a clenched jaw. “Hum (Leave).”

“Come on cuz, we’re just having a bit of fun.” Rotxo exhaled with a nervous chuckle, putting his hands up to feign innocence.

Neteyam’s eyes flittered from the boy to you. Panting loudly, your body stilled with your back remaining against the tree wondering what was going to happen next.

“I don’t think Ao’nung would see it that way.” Neteyam challenged before facing the Metkayina boy and continuing, “leave before I tell him how his best friend is fondling with his twin sister.”

Grunting, Rotxo glared at Neteyam before turning to you. “I’ll see you around, sevin (pretty).” He then begrudgingly walked off, bumping his shoulder into Neteyam’s as he did – earning a growl in response.

As soon as Rotxo had disappeared through the trees and was out of earshot, you stepped towards the infuriated forest boy with your arms crossed over your chest. “What the fuck was that, Neteyam?”

He unclenched his defined jaw, staring down at you but you were met with silence from him and the humming of the fauna which inhabited the beach’s small forest. Uncrossing your arms, you moved your hands up to his chest pushing your fingertips against his warm skin. “Speak.”

His large hands unexpectedly clasped around your small wrists, grabbing them and pulling you into him. With your body was flush against his, you could feel the heat of his breath on your face as you stared up at him wide-eyed. You heart was pounding against your ribcage, and he could feel it on his abdomen.

Inhaling deeply, his gaze moved down your body. “I can smell you,” he rasped. Your scent was intoxicating to him; your face felt hot at his comment. The wetness between your thighs was only growing more as he spoke to you. “Such a filthly little slut. Did Rotxo do that to you? Did he make you feel like that?”

“N-no.” You gasped out, trying to wriggle out of his firm grip. And it was true. Despite Rotxo’s touches, you hadn’t begun to feel aroused until Neteyam was there.

He snarled, sniffing in your scent more. “Liar.”

“What? N-Netyam no I was-”

One of his hands quickly released your wrist, cutting you off and he crouched down to lift the small drape of your loincloth to reveal the growing wet patch on the fabric covering your now sopping cunt.

“Then what’s this, hm? You let every Na’Vi who touches you, make you feel like this?” His breath was tickling your thighs now and you subconsciously clenched them together. You were embarrassed because nobody had ever made you feel this wet before. Neteyam was barely touching you and yet your body was fully prepared to submit to him.

You weren’t sure what to tell him. You wanted to say that it was all him but were fearful of the rejection you might face. Rejection was a concept you were not familiar with.

“Tell me, yawntutsyìp (darling).” He gazed up at you with a smirk on his face. The bioluminescent markings on his skin were glowing, emphasising his handsome features. It made it difficult for you to look away from him.

Inhaling sharply at the name, you struggled to find your voice – lips parting with no words able to come out.

“Oh, is the dirty little slut unable to speak now?” He grinned menacingly, dropping the drape of your loincloth and wrapping a hand around your thigh. You shivered under his touch, never having felt this way before about anyone touching you.

His kneeling position in front of you was only turning you on more and filling you with the desire to push his head into your cunt. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed against the back of your inner thigh and you could feel your knees grow weak.

“N-Neteyam… It’s not everyone who t-touches me…”

His forehead creased and a primal growl sounded past his throat. “Stop lying to me.” His grip around your wrist and thigh tightened.

“I’m not lying, you skxawng.” You hissed out, trying to wriggle out of his grip again but it only tightened more.

“Fine.” He looked at you with disbelief evident in his orbs as he stood up, towering over you again and finally releasing his grip on you. “Is it just Rotxo then?”

“No,” you huffed out, surprisingly missing his grip on you. “Rotxo didn’t make me feel like this.”

“What about the others?”

“Nobody has ever…” You fumbled with your words, unsure of how to tell him.

“Then why do I keep seeing you with different Na’Vi?” His fingers grazed over your stomach and down to the waistband of your loincloth. You wondered if he could feel the butterflies within you. “Let me guess… It’s because you are indeed whoring yourself out.” He gently tugged at your waistband, letting it snap back against your skin making a soft gasp escape your lips. “Which means you can find someone else to deal with that wet mess down there.”

He began to back away from you and in desperation you tried to reach out, wrapping your delicate fingers around his hard bicep. “No, please wait Neteyam! Let me explain!”

He only shook himself out of your grasp and continued walking, calling out in frustration as he made his way past a few trees. “I’m sure Rotxo will finish what he started.”

“It wasn’t Rotxo, it was you Neteyam.” You grumbled, sinking to your knees in frustration. He was too far to hear your words. To hear the truth.

---

It had been a week since Neteyam left you high and dry. You did not even have the urge to seek out anyone else for any physical affection because all you could think about was him. Nobody had ever aroused you so much before and it was only adding up to the pent-up frustration you had towards the insufferable forest warrior.

The tension was thick between you both. More snarky remarks were made at each other than how it had previously been. All of your siblings were beginning to catch on to it too.

You and Neteyam had been bickering with each other all day. You were pointing out every time his diving techniques were incorrect and not helping him perfect them which was annoying him to no end.

“No, it’s like this.” Tsireya giggled at Lo’ak’s postion. He looked like he was going to cannonball. “You must place your arms tight on the side of your head before you dive and hold your core strong. You want to go deep; the correct position will help you glide down further into the water.” Tsireya lifted her hands up above her head to demonstrate before leaping off the wooden dock, moving into a pike position and elongating her posture again effectively flowing into the water with minimum ripples and splashes surrounding her.

You grinned at your baby sister, watching her effectively submerge her slim body deep into the ocean. She was perfect at demonstrating and teaching the forest people.

She reached the surface again and Tuk squealed out in excitement. “I wanna try!”

“Of course, you can all try!” Tsireya called out to the group, waving them to join her in the water.

Lo’ak was eager to join and did so, attempting to dive in – only to hit the water in a bellyflop position as he didn’t lean forward enough. The loud smack of his stomach hitting the ocean made you all laugh erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Do better forest boy!” Ao’nung shouted as Lo’ak reached the surface whining in pain and clutching his stomach.

Neteyam glared at Ao’nung and in turn, you glared at Neteyam. He rolled his eyes at the scowl on your face before turning his focus back onto his sisters.

Kiri and Tuk were next to join, with the older sister perfecting the dive with ease. However, Tuk didn’t jump out far enough and was due to come back up right under the dock. She would hit her head if someone didn’t pull her away quick enough and your adrenaline kicked in.

You inhaled and without a second to spare, dove into the clear waters searching for the young dark blue girl. She had dived in pretty deeply and you found her struggling to swim up to the surface. You were by her side in an instant with your tail and arms propelling you into her direction. Wrapping your hand around her small one, you gently tugged her with you to which she smiled gratefully through her air-filled cheeks. You stifled a giggled at her adorable expression.

Once you both broke the surface, a good distance from the edge of the dock, the young girl gasped out for air.

“What did you do to her?!” Neteyam demanded heatedly, wanting to know why it took so long for his baby sister to return to the surface because when she did, she was struggling to catch her breath and letting light gags of seawater out of her mouth.

“It’s okay, Nete! Y/N helped me!” Tuk coughed and tried to tell her brother upon seeing his cross demeanor.

“Mawey (calm), brother.” Kiri rolled her eyes. She saw you help Tuk beneath the surface and turned to nod at you in appreciation, bowing her head. “Irayo (thank you.)”

You smiled at her, “no worries. I didn’t want Tuk to hurt herself.”

“I know, it’s appreciated. Ignore my brother, he has been a bit hot headed since we left the forest.” She attempted to excuse her brother’s behaviour.

A short chuckle left your lips, “don’t worry about it, Kiri.” You knew that Kiri’s words may have held some truth but you knew that her older brother’s attitude towards you was partly your own fault.

“Ungrateful skxawng.” You rolled your eyes at Neteyam before going back under, swimming deep down to the coral reefs and surrounding yourself with the colourful fish that inhabited the area.

Neteyam suddenly felt a sense of guilt wash over him. You were only helping and yet, he assumed the worse. Maybe he thought too badly of you… he was just so confused about his feelings towards you.

“Your turn monkey boy.” Ao’nung nudged him with a smirk.

Neteyam scoffed at the name and moved into a diving position on the wooden ledge. Neteyam was about to leap into the water, but Ao’nung suddenly had another idea. He watched Neteyam jump, only to swing his leg up next to dark blue Na’Vi kicking him off balance.

Neteyam yelped out, air leaving his lungs as Ao’nung knocked him off balance. He knew the action was due to his accusation that you had done something to Tuktirey. He can’t blame your brother… he’s been in multiple situations where he’s protected and defended his younger siblings too. He would have been angry if not for his urgent need to preserve his breath before hitting the water from his deep diving position.

“Ao’nung!” Tsireya scolded as Neteyam hit the water with a splash.

You floated around the seabed, gently stroking the bioluminescent creatures that swam and crawled around you next to the coral. It was something you liked to do to help you unwind and when you needed a moment alone.

Neteyam had been driving you insane. You had so many mixed feelings towards him. Why did someone so attractive have to be such an arrogant asshole?

You clicked your tongue, calling some of the fish over to you and your soft fingers petted their smooth scales until you felt something brush up against your side.

Twirling around, you spotted a thin dark blue striped tail brushing up against your leg. Neteyam. Facing him, your forehead creased expectantly.

‘What do you want?’ You signed to him with your hands.

Over the past few weeks he had adjusted rather quickly to your clan’s sign language, or ‘finger talk’ as the Sully kids had called it.

Neteyam’s expression was focused as he moved his fingers but he looked tired, like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. It seemed like he was going to need to go back up for air soon.

‘I want to say,’ he paused, ‘I’m sorry. Thank you for helping little sister.’

You smiled. This was the first time he had ever apologised to you for something. ‘It was no trouble. I understand you want to protect your siblings. You know I won’t ever let them be in danger and will help them if I can.’ You signed back before turning to swim away.

Neteyam struggled to swim up to you and his hand latched onto your tail, pulling you back before you could sim further away.

You spun around, eyes squinting at the forest Na’Vi. ‘What are you doing? You need to go back up to breathe soon.’

‘I will be fine.’ He was clearly not going to be if he didn’t go back up now. You were far too deep on the seabed and judging by the purple tones in his face from the sea pressure he was clearly running out of time and would probably pass out if he didn’t get air soon. You did not want to be the reason his skxawng ass could possibly die.

‘What else then?’ You rushed your hand’s movements.

‘I’m also sorry for thinking so badly of you.’

Head tilting, your eyes widened in surprise at his signed words. His eyes were soft as he looked at you. He was being sincere.

“And I’m sorry for my bad behaviour towards you.” He tried to sign but his movements were becoming slower. This was not a good sign and you needed to act fast before he lost consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think of.

You did not want to be the reason his skxawng ass could join the ancestors with Ewya today.

Your hands quickly found their way to the sides of face, cupping his jaw and pulled him into you. With your eyes closing, your lips parted as you placed them on top of his soft, plump lips and you gently flickered your tongue over his, wanting him to part them.

His eyes were wide as you kissed him and then realised what you were trying to do. He eagerly opened his mouth against yours and you slowly began to blow the air out of your lungs and into his mouth.

As he inhaled, his hands found their way to your waist, gripping on for dear life and in appreciation as you helped him breathe deep down on the ocean’s floor.

For a moment, he was so engrossed in the feeling of your mouth pressed against his that he had forgotten what was happening and that you were both not kissing each other for your own pleasures. That was until you pulled away.

‘Come. You should be feeling good enough to swim back up now.’ You signed after letting go of his face. His grip on your waist disappeared and you began to swim back up to the surface with him hot on your tail.

Feeling good enough was an understatement for Neteyam though. He found himself only wanting to kiss you properly when you both broke the water’s surface, gasping for air.

Your heart was racing whilst your face took in the sky and heat from the sun. Everything around you was blurred and your hearing was muffled as you heard your heart pounding over the distinct laughter of Tsireya with Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk.

“A-are you okay?” You let out a shaky breath, now facing the forest boy you had just kissed minutes ago.

“Yes.” He panted, treading the water.

“Good,” you started, lifting your hand up to his sharp ear and pinching it with a hiss, “don’t dive so deep without enough air in your lungs!”

“Ow!” He groaned, pushing your hand away from his ear. “I would have been fine without whatever that kiss was.”

“I did not kiss you!” You seethed, splashing water to his face in annoyance. “I was saving your life!”

He scoffed before the corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “Fine. Thank you. But, you know, if you did want a kiss you could have just asked.”

“I would never.” Your face felt hot but you were uncertain whether it was from the heat of the sun or not.

“Really?” He teased, “it didn’t seem that way last week when-”

“Tsmuke (sister)!” Ao’nung called out from a distance, interrupting Neteyam. He glides by you both on his Tsurak (Skimwing), coming to a slow as he neared you. “Some of us are going hunting outside the reef in a bit, want to join?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll come now.” You replied a little too quickly with a smile, eager to remove yourself from the current conversation with Neteyam and your pounding heartbeat.

---

Here you were again. Prancing around in your tiny little loincloth and small covering, embroidered with a range of pastel-coloured pearls, hanging loosely over your breasts. There were peals hanging of your ears and littered throughout your un-braided hair. But what was the most eye catching out of your attire was the large pearl necklace adoring your neck.

You were beaming as you practically skipped through the mauri pods. You were looking as gorgeous as ever and were beyond ecstatic for tonight. The Tulkun had returned after their migration again and the whole clan was already celebrating with festivities and the annual Metkayina rituals.

As you reached the last marui pod at the end of the dock, you excitedly dove in. Your senses were consumed with the coolness of the ocean and the songs of your clan’s spirit brothers and sisters.

You called out for Paysyul (Water Lily).

Paysyul was your spirit sister. A young female Tulkun. You had bonded with her when you were a little babe. She was fearless and graceful, full of strength and intelligence. Nothing in your 21 years of life had ever compared to the bond you shared with her. She was your greatest comfort, reassurance, and source of happiness. She understood you like nobody else did.

Her whaling echoed nearby, and you grinned. It sounded like music to your ears. Swimming in the direction of her song, you began to sing back. The harmonious noise erupting from your mouth along with a few air bubbles.

“Oeyä tsmuke (my sister). How are you? You seem different but as beautiful as ever.” She sang happily, softly nudging one of her large fins into you.

“Life has changed quite a bit since we last met. I have missed you dearly, Paysyul.” You signed, with a sheepish smile plastered on your features. “There are new people in the clan. Na’Vi from the forest. They look very different from us Metkayina.”

“So, that’s what is different with you. You have taken a liking to one of these newcomers, I see.”

Sometimes, Paysyul could see right through you. Even when you presented yourself as closed, you remained and open book to her. She understood your feelings before you even understood them yourself.

Your brows furrowed whilst a small frown appeared on your face. “I am unsure,” you gingerly moved your fingers, looking into her eyes. “He makes me so mad sometimes and I feel like I hate him, yawne tsmuke (beloved sister). But other times… he is all I find myself thinking about. He is the only one I want to become intimate with nowadays. I haven’t explored with another in a couple weeks.”

Over the next few hours, you continued to explain how infuriating Neteyam could be with his assumptions about you, how much you both argued with each other and how confusing his rudeness with you was because you had seen him be so kind, loving, and strong. You saw how smart he was and how skilled he was. You saw how protective he was over his family. And you couldn’t deny your attraction to him.

And you had told Paysyul about many of the scenarios you had been in with the forest boy. That night when he caught you with your brother’s friend, that night in the forest where he told Rotxo to leave and had barely touched you yet made you weak in the knees, the day where he apologised to you and you had to kiss him so he wouldn’t lose consciousness on the ocean floor next to the reef.

The Tulkun beside you, hummed – eyes squeezing shut before slowly opening again. “I sense that is your answer to your confused passion and desires. You do not hate him but feel the opposite.”

“Are you implying that I’m mistaking the passion for romantic feelings as hatred?”

“I am not implying. I am telling you that you are. And if, judging by everything that you’ve told me. He feels the same about you too.”

Your head and heart were swirling with emotion after your time with Paysyul earlier today.

Lanterns were lit everywhere around the beach, marui pods and docks next to the glowing ocean under eclipse. The people of the clan were either swimming with their spirit Tulkun’s or dancing in celebration on the beach but you remained by the docks, lost in deep thought.

Sitting on the wooden ledge, you kicked your legs, feet floating on the surface of the water with your toes dipped in.

“Why aren’t you with your spirit sister?” A deep voice interrupted your train of thought and your body jolted lightly at the sound, ears twitching in acknowledgement. You hadn’t even heard anyone approach and it took you by surprise.

“Why aren’t you joining in on the festivities?” You retorted, turning your head to face the intruder.

Neteyam stepped closer, gesturing to the spot beside you. “Mind if it sit?”

You hummed, sceptically eyeing the dark blue Na’Vi, “go ahead.”

He adjusted his movements, placing himself beside you and his muscular thigh lightly brushed against yours. His skin felt hot on yours and you sucked in a breath whilst his feet dangled lower into the water than yours were.

“I was with my spirit sister all afternoon. She’s playing with the clan’s newborns right now. Many of our people gave birth whilst the Tulkun were gone so she was excited to see them.”

Neteyam nodded in understanding, the bond between the Tulkun and Metkayina was one like family. Stronger than the forest clan’s bond with the Ikran it seemed.

“I was joining the festivities until I realised that I didn’t have this annoying presence disturbing my evening like usual,” he gave you a wink as he smiled at you.

“What a charmer.” You snorted but your insides were tingling. Had he really come to look for you?

“I always am.” He laughed, although it quickly died down and you were both left in a comfortable silence staring at the now dark sky and the twinkling stars which graced it. The air was warm as you both sat beside one another, and your head felt light at the feeling of his skin against yours. “The view of the stars from the reef is much clearer than it is at home.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Neteyam’s gaze was on your face, watching your eyes reflect the sparkling stars in wonder. The light from the moons were casting a shadow on your face with your bioluminescent markings glowed under. He couldn’t take his eyes off your breath-taking features.

“It is,” he agreed. “Very beautiful.” His eyes flittered back up to the sky. “When I was younger, my father told me and my siblings that he came from a star. That it’s why he looks slightly different to other Na’vi and that’s why Lo’ak and Kiri have hands like him.”

You smiled as he reminisced on his childhood but you noticed a sad longing hidden under his usual brooding expression. “Do you miss it? Home?”

“Every day.” He sighed. “I had a whole life and future planned for me there. I was training to become the next Omatikaya Olo’eyktan…”

“Of course,” you nodded in understanding. “You’re the eldest son. Did you not find it overwhelming though?”

He turned to you, eyes narrowing in thought.

“S-sorry, I’m not trying to pry,” you began, fearful that you may have angered him. Normally, you would have wanted to get a rise out of him but only under the right circumstances. He was opening up to you about the real him. The Neteyam that wasn’t constantly teasing and mocking and aggravating you.

He let out a light chuckle. “You’re not, I’m just thinking… I guess I did find it overwhelming, exhausting even, but I did not know any different until now. I’m not sure what my purpose is here amongst the Metkayina, yet.”

“I’m sorry,” you deflated upon hearing his uncertainty, gently placing your hand upon his thigh next to yours. “I know your circumstances are difficult.”

“Your father asked me to join the Metkayina warriors after I claim my Skimwing soon.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Your fingertips tapped his thigh excitedly and he grinned with his tail swishing behind him. “That means you’ll officially be one of us.”

Since arriving, as Jake, Neytiri and Neteyam were the adults within the Sully family, they were all slowly going through your clans’ steps of Iknimaya. The last step to officially becoming Metkayina was to claim and tame a Skimwing. One of the fiercest creatures within the Pandora oceans that Na’Vi could bond with.

“I will be… that means you’ll never be able to get rid of me and my skxawng ass.” Laughter left his throat whilst he lightly nudged you with his broad shoulder on the side and your face dropped.

“Oh Eywa,” you muttered, shaking your head in defeat. “You’re really gonna make my life a living hell, huh?”

“Only if you want me to, yawntutsyìp (darling).”

Neteyam was leaning close to your face now. So close that you could feel your breathes mixing. His green orbs drifted down to your lips and you stilled for a second before retracting your hand from his leg until his large hand firmly grasped yours and pulled it back.

With your breathing suddenly hitching, he took the opportunity to pull you closer and place his lips on yours before quickly pulling back.

Your eyes were wide and your heart was soring. He had just gave you a soft, delicate peck on the lips filled with teasing adoration. “Neteya-”

Before you could even finish your words, his eyes drifted shut and his lips were on yours again. Your eyes fluttered closed upon feeling the warmth of his mouth on yours. He tasted sweet, like the fruits on the reef and you leaned in for more.

This kiss wasn’t like the one you had both shared on the seabed and this wasn’t like the soft peck he had given you just seconds ago. This was deep and hungry and filled with desire like he was fulfilling something.

He had been desperate to kiss you again after you saved him on the seabed a couple weeks ago.

His tongue, flicked over you bottom lip and you granted him access, parting your lips and allowing his sharp fangs to graze your bottom lip teasingly, making you moan into the kiss. Your lips were moving in sync, occasionally tasting each other with your tongues whilst his hand guided yours up to his chiselled jaw.

Your hand gratefully pulled him into you as your other hand snaked around the back of his neck, loosely tugging at his braids. His hands then slid across your sides, roughly grabbing your waist and hips as if he was trying to pull you further into him.

“Fuck,” he moaned between the kiss, panting. You let out a small giggle. “You have no idea how gorgeous I think you are, yawntutsyìp.”

“I could say the same for you, forest boy.” You pressed your forehead onto his, the action soft and intimate and he felt his insides burst with excitement. “I want to show you something,” you whispered.

But this time, you wanting to show someone something. Show him something, had meaning. This wasn’t like your usual escapades. And you wanted it to be your last.

“Show me what,” the corners of his lips twitched up and he gave you a look full of inquisitiveness.

“The Cove of the Ancestors.”

“Aren’t Metkayina only allowed there?” He leaned back, eyes confused.

A grin appeared on your face. “You’ll be one of us, soon enough.”

You called out for your Ilu, clicking your tongue. After a few seconds he quickly approached, head sticking out of the surface beside yours and Neteyam’s feet dipping into the ocean. His head rubbed up against your ankles affectionately and you slid off the dock and into the water.

The seawater was warm tonight, reflecting the heat of the earlier daytime. You greeted your Ilu, stroking it’s neck and hastily made tsaheylu. Mounting the creatue, you stuck your hand out towards Neteyam encouraging him to join you.

He hesitated before taking your hand and pushing himself off into the water next to you before holding tightly onto your hand and climbing on behind you. His larger frame consumed your smaller one and you basked in the sensation of your back pressed against his front, your tail wrapping around one of his legs to secure his position.

“Are you scared?” You teased, feeling his increased heartbeat against you.

His hands slid around your waist, gripping it tightly as he leaned down. Lips brushing against your sharp turquoise ear, the heat of his breath making the hairs on your skin rise. “Never,” he whispered.

And without warning you took off, gliding deep into the water. His grip on you tightened and his tail wrapped around your thigh whilst your Ilu propelled off into the direction you had instruction. You both shot past the people of your clan within the water who were singing, dancing and playing with the Tulkuns.

Neteyam’s heart and mind were soaring as he clung onto you. He had been thinking about this day since he had met you. The day where he could fi ally have you all to himself.

Luckily, with majority of your clan occupied with their spirit brothers and sisters, The Cove of Ancestors was void of any other Na’Vi.

The underwater spirit tree was glowing, illuminating the cove in mighty shades of white, pink and purple. The bioluminescence of the area was radiant and your smiled as you instructed your Ilu back up to the surface.

Neteyam gasped for air behind you, eyes wide at his surroundings. “This is amazing.”

“There’s a place we can sit over there,” you nodded towards the half moon crescent shaped rocks which enclosed the cove. You broke tsaheylu with your Ilu and Neteyam dismounted the gentle creature with you, swimming beside you into the direction of the large rocks.

Once you both reached it, you hoisted yourself onto the soft, squishy moss-covered rocks and sat on the edge.

Neteyam stayed in the water, head twirling, taking in the landscape with a wonderous expression before lifting himself up onto the rocks to join you. The water droplets cascading down his abdomen and biceps made you swallow thickly… his effect on you had you in a trance.

“So,” he began, his deep tone mocking, “how many Na’Vi have you brought here?”

“None.”

His eyes were suddenly darker, flashing you with hunger and anger. “Are you lying to me again, yawntutsyìp?”

“I have never lied to you, Neteyam.” The offence was prominent in your voice.

“Why did you bring me here then? Surely you would be in trouble with Tonowari and Ronal if they found out you’d brought me here before I’ve completed my last step to become Metkayina.” His arms outstretched behind him, providing support for him to lean on as his legs dangled off the edge of the rocks and into the water.

“My parents will not know you are here. I had a conversation with Paysyul earlier,” you began, nerves budding within your stomach. “And I wanted to see if something was true or not.”

“See if what is true or not?”

You sat up, lifting your legs over his to straddle his hip- the sudden movement making his lips part in shock. With your hands resting on his broad shoulders, his hands moved to rest on your hips, his fingers softly stroking them and pulling at the waistband of your small loincloth. You inhaled, “let me show you.”

Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed your lips onto his, tasting him again. It felt right. So right and wrong and perfect all at once. He groaned into the kiss, beginning to trail his hands along your silky thighs, making you tingle all over. His hands trailed up your torso as your lips moved together in unison and lightly tugged at the pearls on your top.

“Can I?” He asked, eyes heavy with lust.

“Yes please,” you exhaled, giving him permission to undo the tie of your top which was holding it together over your chest.

“So polite,” he murmured as he peppered wet kisses along your jaw. His hands cupped your bare breasts making you moan at the sudden contact, nipples hardening under his touch. “Tell me how many you have let touch you here.”

“W-what?” your lips parted in a stutter.

His fingers quickly found your hardened buds and pinched them, causing you to gasp out loud. You sounded so pretty to him. “You heard what I said. Tell me, oeyä tìyawn (my love),” he rasped out at the feeling of you squirming on top of his lap. The bulge within his loincloth growing harder by the second.

“F-fourteen.” You whimpered as he pinched your hardened buds again. His words, oeyä tìyawn, ringing out in your head – making your heart thump inside your chest and building a heat between your thighs.

“How about now?” He smirked lazily, beginning to massage your needy tits in his large hands.

“Fifteen.” You moaned into him, pressing your lips to his and pulling him closer to you, trying to create more friction between your legs. You could feel his hard length under you and slowly began to grind your crotch into his.

“Such a desperate little slut, huh?” He hummed, a small growl leaving his throat as he felt your dampened loincloth on his legs. “You’d let anyone touch you, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no, Neteyam.”

His hands moved to your lower back whilst his lips trailed along your neck, sucking lightly on the flesh. A harsh, sudden smack landed on your ass cheek and your back arched into him as you were whimpering.

“Then why do you act like a dirty little whore?” He growled as your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“J-just wanted you to touch me.” Panting out, you finally told him what you had been craving for weeks. “Thought you hated me so I- I went looking elsewhere.”

“Oh, yawntutsyìp (darling).” He sighed, hands suddenly on either side of your neck. He pulled your face into his and slid his tongue into your mouth which you gratefully accepted. The heat of his mouth and the hardness between his legs made your core tighten and you feel your slick seeping through your loincloth.

He broke the kiss, quickly wrapping his arms around you and lifted you off his lap, carefully placing you on your back and settling himself between your quivering legs. His strong arms were now on either side of your head and your small hands grasped onto them.

“Neteyam,” you whined, lifting your hips to try and meet his.

“What is it?” he cooed, “is my little slut desperate for cock?” His hips suddenly snapped into yours, harshly grinding his bulging length into your damp heat causing you to moan at the friction.

“I want to touch you,” a mewl escaped your lips, hands reaching for his loincloth to remove it and he groaned in pleasure, allowing your fingers to undo the knot keeping it strapped around his hips.

His large, thick blue cock sprung out, hitting his stomach and your jaw dropped at the sight. His length was so much bigger than the few dicks you had touched before, and so much prettier too. The thick, mushroom head shaped tip was oozing precum and you reached forwards, gently grasping his long cock in your smooth hands.

Your thumb, slowly ran over the head of his cock, collecting the beads of precum dripping from it and you retracted your hand, placing your thumb in your mouth to taste him. Your tongue whirled around it and he moaned in stratification, “fuck.”

You smirked, hand reaching down to touch him again, only for him to pull back, keeling between your parted legs. “Lift your hips for me, yawntutsyìp.”

Obliging, your hips lifted from the ground, allowing him to pull your loincloth down your legs at an agonisingly slow pace. Your face flushed and as soon as he had removed it past your ankles, you had tried to snap your legs such in embarrassment. You had never had anyone stare at your so forward and directly down there and it made your insides squirm.

“Don’t be shy on me now,” he let out a deep laugh, strong hands resting on your knees and prying your legs open again.

His sheer strength was turning you on to no end and you began to feel the wetness drip down your untouched folds.

“Oh Eywa,” he breathed out, eyelids heavy as he took you in. You were sprawled out beneath him, tits plump and pussy glistening from slick. “You’re so pretty for me.”

“Now tell me,” he purred, hand grazing along your withering inner thighs until his fingers reached your slick covered, throbbing folds. You let out a high pitched gasp at the contact, legs parting wider in full submission to the dark blue Na’Vi above you. He stroked a finger between your lower lips and you whined, bucking your hips. “How many have touched you here?”

“S-six.” He quickly slid a long digit into your wet heat and you cried out.

“How about now?” He demanded in a low tone, slowly thrusting his finger out and back into you, curling it up into you.

“Se-seven!” You moaned.

His finger continued thrusting into you and your walls squeezed around him. “So fucking tight. Are you sure it’s only Seven?”

“Yes!” You whined, lifting your hips to reach his movements, only for him to add another finger and you gasped out again. Your body was jolting in pleasure. “Y-you feel so good, Neteyam.”

“I know, yawne (love).” He shushed you, leaning over to kiss you and continue moving his fingers inside of you. The squelching of your wetness filled the air and his cock throbbed. You eagerly kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his fingers curling up into your spongey spot and scissoring you open.

Unexpectedly, he withdrew his fingers and you pouted at the loss of contact making him chuckle. “Lay on your tummy for me, yawntutsyìp.”

Instantly, you flipped over, shifting to your hands and knees and arching your back, lifting your ass into the air to present your ripe, dripping cunt to him. “Such a filthy little thing,” he mused, pressing himself to your back and kissing your shoulders. “So obedient… are you this obedient for the others?”

“No,” you exhaled titling your head back into his touches on your back, “only you, Netyam.”

“Good girl.”

You mewled, arching your back into him, feeling his hard, thick cock slide against your dripping cunt. It was a sensation you hadn’t ever experienced, and you suddenly craved more. You need more. You needed him.

His hand wrapped around the base of his length and guided the tip of his dick along your slick heat. He moaned against your skin, the deep vibrations on your shoulder blades filling you with need and excitement.

“How many?” He asked, fangs grazing your skin and playfully tapping his cockhead on your clit.

You moaned, bucking your hips back into him. “H-how many what?”

He growled, fangs nipping at your shoulder. “How many cock’s have filled you up?”

“None,” you breathed out. You instantly felt him freeze above your body and your heart sunk. He pulled back, leaning away from you, leaving you on all fours and you suddenly wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Ne-Neteyam?” The crack in your voice sent a pang of pain through his heart, guilt consuming all of his sense.

You were a virgin.

And all this time he assumed that you were being dicked down by a new Na’Vi every week when in actual fact, you had never been dicked down at all. Regret quickly consumed him as all the harsh words and ways that he had treated you rushed through his mind.

You pulled your legs forward, curling yourself up into a ball, covering yourself with your back to him. You felt small and embarrassed and wanted to disappear. Maybe this was a mistake…

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“For what?” Sniffling, tears began to well up in your blue eyes.

His hands softly touched the sides of your arms as he crouched down behind you. “I didn’t know.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t,” a scoff escaped your now dry throat, “you just think I’m the clan’s royal whore. The Olo’eyktan and Tsahík’s eldest daughter who fucks everyone in sight, right?”

He swallowed nervously, sadness blooming within his chest. This was his fault. He had been so horrible to you because of all the assumptions and mocking. His heart was shattering as he realised how unfair he had been and how much it had impacted you as you now sat here with your back to him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“No, Y/N, that’s not true. It wouldn’t matter to me at all even if it was,” he began, voice desperate as he tried to explain himself – hands comfortingly stroking your arms. He leaned his forehead into the back of your head, the curly strands and pearls in your hair, tickling his face as he pressed a kiss onto you. 

“I’ve just hated seeing you with other people and I wasn’t sure why at first but now I know… it’s because oel ngati kameie (I see you) and I want you. And my behaviour towards you has been because I didn’t want to admit that to myself. I didn’t feel worthy enough for you so I started picking fights and being mean to you to try and come up with excuses as to why I didn’t like you. It was purely out of denial.”

“What are you talking about, Neteyam?” Your heart was bursting and pounding in your ears at his words. At his truth.

“I see you, Y/N. I see how strong and skilled you are. I see how you’ll try to protect anyone around you, even if it means you’ll put yourself in danger too. I see how caring you are with those you love and how considerate you can be. I see how you will stop at nothing to get what you want. And I see how truly and utterly beautiful you are from the inside to out. I have fallen for you since I arrived here in Awa’atlu and you are the chief’s eldest daughter. The clan’s Golden Girl. I didn’t feel good enough for you. Seeing you with other people made me think you didn’t want me so I was trying to pretend that I didn’t want you.”

Tears were falling down your face at his confession. Everything his said rang through with sincerity and yearning and your insides swelled in delight and relief. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.” The three words escaped your mouth, barely above a whisper but he heard them. He smiled against your hair, inhaling your sweet aroma and sighed, pulling you closer. “We’ve been complete skxawngs then, haven’t we? Nobody has made me feel the way you do.” You laughed lightly through your tears, leaning back into his embrace.

“We have.” He laughed with you before scooting around to face you, his hands reached your face and he used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “Promise me that you’ll never let another touch you again?”

“I promise. I only want you.” You giggled, leaning in to press your lips to his soft, plump ones but you quickly pulled back with your hand reaching for your large braid hidden between your curly locks. He beamed at your words, eyes widening as you presented him with your queue. “I want to be mated with you, Neteyam. Only you.”

“Are you sure you want this, yawntutsyìp? To be mated for life?” Reaching for his own queue amongst his braids, he was searching for confirmation in your eyes.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your mouth. “I have fallen for you too, Ma Neteyam.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, hungrily chasing your touch as your arms snaked around his neck. With his hands grabbing your thighs, he hoisted you up, pulling you closer to him.

“I want you so badly,” you murmured against his lips, heart full of desire.

Without waiting any longer, he pulled back and lifted his queue up to yours. The tendrils danced and swayed ecstatically, reaching, and desperate to touch each other. You both held the ends of your queue’s closer, the tendrils effectively intertwining causing both of your pupils to dilate whilst you both gasped at the euphoric sensation.

You were breathing, feeling and thinking in sync. You could understand each other’s deepest thoughts and truest emotions. You were now connected and mated for life.

“I need you,” he purred. “Now.” Roughly holding your hips, he pushed you onto your back.

“Oh Great Mother!” You cried as Neteyam pulled your legs apart, lifting your legs over his shoulders. His breath was hot on your inner thighs as he pressed gentle kisses along them, fangs nipping on the flesh until he reached your core.

“Has anyone ever gone down on you before?” He pressed a light kiss on your mound and your shakily exhaled.

“No. I haven’t let them. I was waiting for you, my mate.”

He let out a primal moan, “so good for me.” And dipped his head between your legs, his wet tongue licking up your sweet, slick folds. “You’re delicious.”

Shivering, your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at his braids as he continued to taste your wetness. Letting out a whine, you begged, “I want to touch you, too.”

“Not today, we have the rest of our lives for that so, for now, I only want to feel your sweet pussy around me.” He began to place wet kisses below your belly button, as if he could feel the butterflies swarming within you at his words before continuing, “wanna hear you scream my name when you cum around my cock.”

Small vibrations tingled your skin as he spoke and you could feel yourself loosing all sense of coherent thinking whilst your core began to ache with need. “Neteyam,” you moaned out in desperation.

“You like the sound of that don’t you, yawntutsyìp?” He spoke lowly as he began to rub the pad of his thumb along your warm, wet folds. “So wet and needy… all for me.”

With your arousal dripping as Neteyam slowly slipped a slender finger into your heat making you moan out, you clenched around him and lifted your hips – grinding into him, signalling for more. “Want your cock now, Ma Neteyam.”

He only chuckled, starring up at you with wide, lusty green eyes. “We both know that I won’t fit if I don’t take care of you first, yawntutsyìp.”

“But Nete-”

He suddenly cut you off, pressing his tongue against your heat and licking up your clit making you moan at the heavenly feeling. He then pulled back, sucking wet kisses along your inner thighs whilst he casually slid another finger into your entrance before pushing into you knuckle deep as if he was reaching for beyond your g-spot.

Moaning, your hips lifted to his touch whilst his mouth attached itself to your throbbing clit causing you to gasp out. Moving his fingers, pumping them into you at a steady pace and curling them up into the right spot, you began to arch your back in pleasure, high pitched moans escaping your mouth as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub.

“F-fuck.”

“Do you feel good, oeyä yawne (my love)?”

Eyes fluttering shut, your fingers laced between the braided locks of his hair, encouraging his movements. “S-so good!”

This made Neteyam’s cock swell with need and he increased the speed he was sucking and lapping at your clit at whilst adding another digit to pump into you. He loved the panting and soft moans which left your perfect lips as your walls tightened around his fingers that were coated in your arousal.

Clenching around his three fingers, he curled them up into you causing you to tug at his hair, tilting your head back in pleasure despite the slight stretch he was giving you as he spread his fingers apart inside of you.

Neteyam let out breathy groans upon the feeling of his hair being pulled at in regards to your pleasure, sending vibrations straight to your clit which his soft lips were wrapped over causing you to cry out. “I- Neteyam, I-.”

He leaned back, allowing your heaving chest to calm down to catch your breath. His eyes were concerned as he gazed up at your fucked out eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel strange.”

Confusion flashed in his orbs before he realised what was happening. He could sense that you were close to your orgasm through tsaheylu and he raised his brows with a smirk before he spoke lowly. “Has nobody made you cum before, pretty girl?”

Your wide eyes said enough. Nobody had ever made you orgasm before. Nobody had pleasured you enough to let you reach that point. Until Neteyam.

“Don’t worry, yawntutsyìp. The first time you cum, will be around my cock. And then when youre ready, I will make you cum in my mouth. Then on my fingers. And then I’ll let you ride my thighs if you’re lucky.”

His deep voice, filled your ears whilst he kissed along your torso up to your chest. Gentely kissing your hardened buds and flicking his tongue over them. Moans escaped your mouth and you felt like a hot, flustered mess.

“I need you, Neteyam.” Sitting up, you bit your lip, using all of your strength to grab Neteyam’s shoulders and push him onto his back. His head hit the mossy rocks beneath you both. You felt desperate and greedy and you wanted him now.

“Oeyä yawne,” you began in a slow, silky tone as you moved above your shocked mate, legs resting on either side of is thick thighs and pussy hovering over of his large, hard cock.

Trailing your fingertips up his thighs, a low groan escaped him as your small hand slowly wrapped around the girthy base of his dick. Veins were running along the base to the mushroom shaped tip of his cock which was throbbing, it’s slit beginning to leaking a bead of precum.

Neteyam’s cock was huge in your hand, you weren’t able to get your index finger and thumb to touch around it. It was mouth-watering, yet, you felt nervous. He was so big.

“Please let me have you,” you purred, placing your other hand on his muscular chest – feeling his fast heartbeat. He swallowed back a moan, moving his hand to wrap tightly around your wrist. Your eyes instantly flickered up to his lusty ones as he halted your movements.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He began – snaking other his hand onto the curve of your hip, “we can wait.”

You giggled at your mate’s concern. “Please no, I want you so bad.” You lowered yourself until your heat lightly grazed the tip of his thick length. Your slick dripped onto him and he let out an airy breath.

Neteyam wanted nothing more and was absolutely craving to be inside of you and feel you around him. He released your wrist, reaching for the other side of your hip. “I’m all yours, yawntutsyìp.”

And with that, your hand guided the base of his thick, hard dick, lining the bulging tip up against your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his cock by an inch, allowing the head to separate your walls in a dull ache making your hiss at the feeling. However, you knew it would last much longer so you decided to continue sinking even lower onto him until your lit hit his pubic bone and he was buried inside you to the hilt.

Neteyam moaned at the feeling of your convulsing, wet heat around him before his eyes flickered to yours in concern, gently caressing your hips. Your cunt felt so warm, wet and tight around him and all he wanted to do was to flip you over and fuck you into oblivion. But he wanted to prioritise your comfort before anything else.

“Are you okay? You’re doing so well for me, yawne. So perfect.”

With your breath caught in your throat, you carefully exhaled – trying to relish in the pleasurable warmth of feeling every single inch of him so deep inside of you as you adjusted to him stretching you open. You placed your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself whilst you blinked hazily, clenching around him at his praise.

“F-feel so full.”

“Take your time, baby.” He lovingly took one of your hands between his to then place the sweetest kiss on the back of your hand.

“You’re so big, Neteyam.” You whined, fully enjoying the feeling of him filling you up. The pair of you were so comfortable like this, now. Almost satisfying the intimacy you had both needed from each other for so long.

He snickered with a small smirk, “I know.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment but now you felt that you were completely adjusted to his size, you wanted to tease him a little…

Rising your hips up high, his length slid out of you until only the tip of his cock rested between your folds and you quickly sunk back onto him making you both moan at the feeling of him filling you up so fast.

“S-shit.” He stuttered, tightly gripping your hips as he grinded up into you making your walls clench around him. With a small smirk on your lips, you began to repeat your actions – bouncing up and down onto his thick cock and setting a slow and hard pace.

“Such a good girl.” He praised you, eyelids closing as he tilted his head back and large hands grabbed your thighs to help guide you as your rode his length. “K-keep going. Fuck.”

You found yourself becoming desperate for more. Desperate for release. He made you feel so full and you adored the breathy moans and noises he made.

There was nothing better than having the man you used to argue with daily about silly little things, now as your mate underneath you and wanting more.

His hands trailed up your body to your bouncing tits and he gently pinched your sensitive nipples causing soft moans to fill the air until he suddenly grinded up into you, making your walls tighten around him. You cried out as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. He watched in awe when his length continued to slid so deep into you and out again, coating him in your slick whilst your breasts bounced and face contorted in pleasure.

Continuing to meet each other’s thrusts, you felt breathless as his cock continuously kissed the perfect spot inside of you, light cries of pleasure escaping your throat.

“You’re so perfect, Ma Neteyam.” You exhaled, face heating up at how flawless he looked, close to falling apart under you. His abs and arms were flexing, eyes in a love and lust filled haze, lips wet and parted whilst you bounced on his thick length.

He slowed his thrusts whilst you continued to take him. “My pretty girl. Doing so well for me, yawntutsyìp.”

You moaned, speeding up your pace on his length as you clenched around him. Your thighs were beginning to ache from your actions. “Fuck, Nete-”

Before you knew it, he was sitting up still sheathed inside of you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to halt your movements. With your hands still resting on his toned chest, you breathed out – whines leaving your mouth and confusion crossing your features.

“Get on your knees for me.” He began with a low tone as he panted, “wanna take you from behind.”

Your cunt tightened at his words.

“Yeah, you want me to take you from behind? Your pussy just got so tight around me, dirty girl.”

“Yes,” you mewled, wanting nothing more, “fuck me hard. Give me everything, Neteyam.”

He placed his lips onto yours before pulling out of you and harshly flipping you over making you squeal in surprise. Yours hands gripped the spongey moss underneath you as his large hands gripped your thighs to spread them further apart allowing your arousal to leak out of you.

“Fuck,” your mate cursed under his breath as he dragged a finger along your dripping folds, causing you to push yourself back into his hand in desperation. Retracting his hand, a dark chuckle left his lips, “look at you, baby. So needy for my cock.”

Before you could respond, one of his hands gripped your hip and the other grabbed the base of his veiny cock – guiding it to your slick covered entrance and he easily pushed back into your core. The sensation of him filling you up once again, making you cry out in ecstasy.

Neteyam moaned, watching himself disappear into you before he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Your cunt is so pretty being stretched open by my cock and only my cock,” he growled into your neck, fangs almost piercing your soft skin.

You smiled, biting your lip back. “Bet it would be even prettier stuffed full of your cum.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” Neteyam instantly pulled back before slamming himself back into your heat, your words nearly pushing him over the edge. He continued his actions, repeatedly slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

Nothing could be heard throughout the cove apart from the sound of the waves crashing against the rock, skin slapping against skin, your fucked-out whines and Neteyam’s airy moans.

The pair of you were completely consumed in feeling each other and making each other feel good. In your lust and love driven hazes, it was like you two were the only people on Pandora.

Neteyam’s balls hit against your clit with every thrust he made, making you arch your back into him. The slightly different angle, allowed his cock to hit deeper within you, brushing against your g-spot causing small cries to leave your throat as you gripped the moss beneath you to steady yourself from his hard thrusts.

“F-faster,” you croaked out between his thrusts – head lolling forwards onto the ground and carrying the only thing you were able to think about: Neteyam.

His hips met your ass one more time before he slowed his pace, a veiny hand grazing along the bare skin of your back making you giggle as his fingertips tickled you. “I said faster, my mate.”

Neteyam laughed lightly, leaning forward, and pressed wet kisses along your shoulders. “Behave or I’ll pull your hair and tail.”

You groaned, pushing your ass back into him, letting his cock brush your cervix. “Please do,” you breathed out.

Once he began to thrust into you again, his hand wrapped around a fist-full of your hair and you moaned as the sensation, your head leaning back as your lips parted. Your walls gripped his cock like a vice and he grunted, using more force to slam his hips into you – a heated feeling of euphoria building up within you.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled between thrusts as your pussy squelched around him, “your cunt is clenching so hard, baby. You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

“Y-yes wanna c-cum s-so bad!”

He smirked, tugging harder on your hair with one hand whilst the other snaked around the base of your tail. You mewled as his fingers began to tighten around your thick tail and the tip of his cock hit your cervix, the pleasure almost becoming overwhelming and you knew you felt that strange sensation again. Neteyam could feel it too.

You could feel everything so intensely; from his cock twitching inside of you as he hit the deepest spot within you to his his hands pulling at your hair and tail. You felt so cared for, so full, so safe and in bliss as your entire body relaxed under his touch and was about to tip over the edge.

“N-Netaym! T-think I’m g-gonna c-cum!”

“I know, yawne, me too.” He panted, groans of pleasure filling the air with your gasps and moans. Speeding up the pace of his hips slamming into you, he began chasing his own high too.

“C-cum in me.”

“Don’t worry, yawntutsyìp. Gonna fill you up so much,” his voice was low and entrancing to your ears. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, cream all over my cock.”

With your cunt clamping down onto his thick cock on last time, you began to see stars as he finally burst with one last thrust, deep into you – thick white ropes of cum shooting out from the tip of his cock and onto your cervix. Your pussy began convulsing around him as your orgasm overtook you.

Loud cries of euphoria left your swollen lips as you came down from your high with shaking legs and Neteyam’s arms wrapped themselves tightly around your waist as he came down from his own orgasm, still buried deep and pumping his seed far into your womb.

“Oh Great Mother,” you breathed out, allowing yourself to collapse onto the softness of the moss-covered rock, letting your mates now softening cock slip out of you. He followed straight after, collapsing beside you, wrapping his hot, sweaty body around yours.

“You were so good for me. Made me feel so good. How are you feeling now?” He puffed out, eyes fluttering closed as he rested his head onto your shoulder after pressing a tender kiss to your soft cheek.

“So good,” you exhaled, chest heaving whist your twisted on your side to take a look at your fucked out mate.

“I’m so happy that you’re mine now,” he dreamily breathed through his nose, hands caressing your sides.

“Does that mean no more bickering?” A giggle left your lips as he pressed a chaste kiss to them.

“I hope not,” he laughed.

And that was it. No more miscommunications. No more hiding feelings. And no more of your exploring with others because Neteyam was the one you had been looking for all along. Of course, you both still bickered over silly little things, but that was what made you fall for each other in the first place.

Neteyam knew his future would be full of spoiling you, and now he wanted to. If excessive demands for new materialistic items would make you happy, then he would do it without hesitation. His mind was already wondering off to how you would show him your thanks for the efforts he would go through to get you whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it.

It’s funny how how thin the line is between loving someone and hating them.

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Way of the life (Tsu’tey x reader)

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Description: Your life with Tsu’tey was everything you could have wished for - but there were still conflicts and fights. It couldn’t always be perfect, but as long as your family would stick together in the end, you would be fine.

For context this is how old the children are in this part:

Tsey’tan - 19 (same as Neteyam)

Tetsun - 17 (same as Lo’ak and Kiri)

Zìtei and Zuaìu - 15

Tiranay - 9 (same as Tuk)

Warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, oral, talk about cum, lots of cum, breeding kink

6962 words

Tsu’tey was always hard on his sons, he wanted them to become great warriors and protectors of their clan. You knew he loved them, he loved them so much, and you knew he just wasn’t a gentle and soft man. Only on rare occasions (or just for you). But sometimes you thought he forgot he was also their father, and not only their superior, he wasnt solely responsible for shaping them into warriors - being a father was more than that.

You always helped him find the balance, the way you did things together as parents worked out for your family. But this time, it escalated. Your second oldest had wandered into the forest, you knew why - he had a crush on a Na’vi girl and he told you the day before he wanted to find the crystals she loved to use for her necklaces. What he didn’t notice was that his little sister followed him. And when he noticed he was already too far to turn back, so he just took her with him.

It wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have known that the one second she wandered into the trees while he was bending down, a stray viperwolf would jump her. He immediately heard her scream and killed the creature, but she was bleeding profusely from her right arm and she was crying - of course she was, she was still so young, she must’ve been so scared. Your poor little girl, even now that she was back in the safety of her family’s home, her arm bandaged and her tears dried, she clung to you, refusing to be set down.

You were just glad they were both safe, it was an accident and you would never be angry at Tetsun for that. Your mate however saw that entirely different, he had been scolding your son for the past minutes, he was furious. Your son was standing there, shoulders hunched and ears turned down, trying to be strong while his slightly taller father yelled at him. Eywa, he was still child too. His brothers were standing nearby, looking as if they were getting scolded too, they understood how it was to be the one who was the target, they had caused enough trouble to have been at the receiving end of their fathers anger too.

„I can’t believe you are this irresponsible! Taking your little sister into the forest like that, and then not even properly watching over her and protecting her! She could have been dead! Do you hear me? Look at her arm, this is your fault!“, your mate was raging, and you tried to intervene, he was overstepping. You knew he was strict, you accepted it, but he was blowing this out of proportion. „I think he understands, can we please just-”, but he didn’t even seem to hear you. Your daughter was starting to cry again, you knew she didn’t want he big brother to get in trouble - she would also never blame him.

„I want you to go and think about what you have done, you’ve brought shame to this family and-”, that was enough, you loved Tsu’tey, but he was wrong to say that to your son. You could see Tetsuns eyes glossing over. „THAT‘S ENOUGH TSU‘TEY!“, you had to raise your voice quite a bit to be heard, and the effect was immediately, it was so silent you could’ve heard a pin drop. You were scowling at your mate, for the first time really angry with him for making your son feel like this.

Tsu’tey was shocked to say the least. You were so gentle and soft, you had never raised your voice like this before, especially not at him. His sons were all frozen, and he turned around to you, the angry look on your face making him shrink a little. He hated that you were angry at him, all his anger and frustration about his injured daughter immediately vanishing, leaving a bitter feeling behind.

„I’m sorry sempul“, you heard Tetsuns voice from behind your mate (who you were still glaring at), he was trying to be strong, but his voice cracked a little, making your heart break for him. Even if Tsu’tey didn’t mean it, what was said, was said and he couldn’t take it back. Your mate didn’t react, still looking at you, and your second oldest took off through the entrance to his left, snapping you out of your stupor. You had to practice damage control right now, you would deal with everything else later. (Father)

„Tsey’tan“, you called upon your oldest and he immediately stepped next to you, looking down at you expectantly. „Take your sister“, you gently told him, transferring the still slightly shaking girl into her brothers arms. When she was clinging to him instead of you, you took off after your second oldest without another look back, eventhough you could feel your mate was distraught too - maybe this would teach him something.

Your son was fast, of course he was he’s one of the best warriors of the clan, just like his brothers. But you knew exactly where he would go. You and Tsu’tey had once built something equivalent to a tree house a little further into the forest when the children were still younger. You knew they still came here sometimes, especially when they wanted to be alone.

And you were right, when you had climbed the tree to the hammock-like hut, Tetsun was sitting at the edge, his legs swinging back and forth slightly. You were sure he heard you coming, but he didn’t react until you sat next to him. Then he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, he was crying and your heart ached even more at the pain your son was in.

„I’m sorry sa‘nok“, he whispered and you just shook your head, pulling the slight taller boy into your arms. „My love you don’t have to be sorry, this is nobody’s fault, it was an accident“, your son was sinking into your arms, placing his head on your lap and you could feel a few tears hit your legs, „no matter what your father says.“ You were stroking his braids, no matter how old your children got, they would always be exactly that - your children.

„I should have turned around when I noticed Tiranay, I should have protected her better, Dad is right I have brought shame to our family“, you could hear his voice choke up, and you sighed at the damage his fathers words had left. „Look at me ma‘itan“, you softly but firmly turned his head so he would look at you, „you are anything but. You are a strong warrior, a great older brother and you make me so proud as a mother to have a son like you. This wasn’t your fault. You are not a shame.“ You emphasized the last sentences, his tears starting to subside.

He sat up again, wiping his tears away. „I’m sorry for being such a baby“, he was clearly upset about being so vulnerable. „You should never be sorry for showing emotions, you don’t always have to be the strong fighter. Even your father isn’t all the time“, you smiled and he looked incredulously. „He has his reasons for being the way he is“, you started to explain, you felt he deserved an explanation even if Tsu’tey didn’t really bother (or particularly liked) to talk about his past. Your son looked at you with avid interest, his father had told him lots of battle and war stories but nothing beyond that.

„You know your father was once raised to become the next Olo’eyktan. When my brother and me weren’t even on this planet yet, he was already promised to mate with Neytiris sister - Sylwanin. They were great friends, they were the same age and grew up together in expectancy to mate one day. Your father told me, it was a different kind of love than he felt for me, friendship was their foremost emotion. But he lost her, sky people came and she was killed. And then he was promised to mate with Neytiri, a worthy next Tsahìk. They were also friends, but he was slightly older and they weren’t as close as he was with her sister. And she fell in love with my brother. This didn’t particularly hurt his feelings, I’m sure his pride was slightly wounded, but we were already starting to fall in love by then. And then the Great War came, hometree was destroyed, everything they’ve ever known was gone and he lost many, many of his fellow warriors and friends.“, you tried to convey what his father went through on his life.

„He has lost so much in his life“, your eyes met your sons and he looked saddened by what he learned about his father, „and he is absolutely terrified of losing you or your siblings. That is no excuse for what he said tonight, but you know how he is, he isn’t the best to show you he loves you and that he was worried, so he scolds you.“ Your son sighs, breaking the eye contact and you pushed one of his braids back behind his ear.

„You are so loved okay? Please never forget that“, you smiled when he laid his head onto your shoulder, reminding you of how he would search for comfort in your arms when he was little. You sat there for a few moments, when you felt the woven floor underneath you move slightly. Your son went rigid, and you turned around to see your mate standing at the other side of the hammock. He looked incredibly guilty, and you were glad he came to talk to your son. You could talk all you want, ultimately he needed to hear this from his father.

You encouragingly squeezed Tetsuns hand, carefully getting up to leave them be. You stopped infront of your mate, his eyes hurt and ashamed. „I’m sorry yawne“, he whispered, and you had honestly never seen him so broken. „Just make this right“, you sighed, still a little mad, but already forgiving him in you heart. You squeezed his hand before leaving them to sort this out.

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Your oldest son was still out with his friends, his siblings already sleeping and Tetsun and Tsu’tey hadn’t come back yet. You had taken one of the books you recently borrowed from Norm and used the time for yourself to read in the hammock above your hut. You were tucked away in the right corner of the woven platform, when you heard two people climb up towards your home. You really hoped everything was alright again.

Tsu’tey regretted saying what he said as soon as it left his mouth, and he was glad he could make it right with his son. He knew it was an accident, he was just so incredibly scared for his two children that he exploded and let it out in the wrong way. And you being angry and disappointed in him made his heart sink even further, he couldn’t get the picture of your scolding face out of his head - Tiranay crying in your arms because of the conflict only deepening the frown he was wearing. He knew he had to make this right with you too.

„Good night son“, you could barely hear it from your position up in the trees, a soft smile lighting up your face, glad that your family seemed to have worked through this. You couldn’t hear Tetsuns response, but what you could hear was your mate making his way upwards, towards you. You out your book to the side, sitting up a little when he jumped on the floor and knelt infront of you. He still looked really guilty, his usual scowl on his face.

„Ma tìyawn“, his rough voice laced with so many emotions immediately softened your heart. He already made things right with your son, how could you keep being angry with him, it wasn’t in your nature. You let out little sigh, shuffling to the side and lifting up the thin blanket you were sitting under, so that he could join you. „Come here“, you smiled at him and you could see the tension ease when he realized you weren’t angry.

He sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms and covering you both with the blanket, his cheek on your head and your hands on his chest. „I’m so sorry“, he whispered, „I should have never said that.“ You hummed, comfortable in his strong arms. „Did you make things right with Tetsun?“, you quietly questioned, the fingers that were drawing circles on your back distracting you. „I did, he forgave me, but can you forgive me too?“, he still seemed a little anxious, and you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

„Of course I do, I could never stay mad at you. And I’m sorry for raising my voice at you“, you pulled back a bit so you could look into his face, his scowl was gone and he looked tired. It had been a long and eventful day after all. „Don’t be. You were right to do so, even if I hate it when we fight“, he closed his eyes with a deep sigh, his tail wandering towards yours under the blanket, the appendages wrapping themselves around oneanother.

Now that he was forgiven, by his son and his mate, he was unbelievably comfortable laying there. His mate tugged into him in a tight embrace, safe by his side, and his children sleeping below, he was glad this day turned out so positive in the end. He opened his eyes again, your big, soft ones already watching him. Instead of talking more, he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss.

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You were so, so screwed. You promised your mate not to wander into the forest on your own, but you really needed some torìtu leaves. You ran out of them a few days ago, and you almost always use them on scrape wounds your children have. You thought about asking Tsu’tey to accompany you into the forest, but he was so stressed lately - Zìtei and Zuaìu almost ready to complete their iknimaya - and the plants were found in a generally safe environment.

The location wasn’t dangerous at all - you were right about that - but your clumsiness wasn’t bound to one place. So when a few Syakayuks swung by you were startled and stupidly twisted your ankle, so that you were sitting in the soft moss now, not being able to stand back up. How were you supposed to get back? No one knew you were there, and even if it wasn’t that far from the village you couldn’t crawl all the way could you now. (The ‚monkeys‘ we see in the first movie)

So you sat there in your misery, your ankle slightly swollen and in pain, and waited until your family would notice you weren’t coming back to your home and come searching for you. Damn, you felt pathetic. You had just set sight on a large dead branch on the other side of the clearing you could maybe use as a crutch, when someone broke through the treeline. „Neteyam!“, you called out for your nephew and he whipped around in your direction.

„(Y/N)? What are you doing here?“, he came over to you in confusion and you were so relieved he came by here. „I was collecting torìtu leaves and twisted my ankle“, you sighed and pointed to your swollen foot, „would you mind helping me back to the village?“ „Yes, of course!“, your ever so dutiful nephew hauled you up in his arms before you could protest and you squeaked slightly. „Sorry, sorry“, he grinned and started to walk, you were clutching onto your bag in fear of losing it. You realized he really wasn’t a child anymore, just like your own oldest son, they would probably soon pick mates of their own and start their own families. You swore it was just yesterday that you were cuddling Tsey’tan and Neteyam, while your mate was training and Jake and Neytiri were out.

You talked about his day, he was on his way to meet his brother by the waterfall when he stumbled upon you, and soon you reached the village. „Dad!“, Neteyam called for his father - and your brother - who was standing nearby talking to one of the elders. When he saw you two, he excused himself and made his way to you with a concerned look. Great, as if your own mate wouldn’t go overprotective over this, your brother had to witness it too.

„What happened?“, he scanned your form, and you rolled your eyes. „It’s not that bad, just twisted my ankle“, you calmed him down, but he was still frowning. Only your nephew seemed to find amusement in not being the one on the receiving end of his dads worry. „Give her to me, I’ll bring her to Mo‘at“, Jake took you out of Neteyams arms, „and then go tell Tsu’tey to meet me in the tsahìks tent, you can go to your brother after that.“ „What? No, we don’t need to tell-”, but Neteyam was already gone before you could convince anyone not to tell your mate.

„Do you really think I’m inciting Tsu’teys wrath when he finds out we didn’t tell him? He would find out anyways“, your brother chuckled and you hit his chest, making him give you a (fake) offended look. You two entered Mo‘ats tent, she seemed busy with grinding a paste but looked up right as you came in. „Put her down there“, she instructed the Olo’eyktan and he placed you onto the cot she pointed to.

Tsu’tey had been wondering where you were, you were always waiting for your children (and for him) at home. Tiranay was out with her two oldest brothers and the twins had come back with him. But you weren’t there. „Where is Mom?“, Zuaìu was just as confused as his father. „I’ll look in the hammock“, Zìtei was climbing upwards and downwards in record time, but he just shook his head when he came back down, „she’s not up there either.“

Before they could think about looking for you, Neteyam barged into the hut and Tsu’tey got a really bad feeling in his gut. „What is it Neteyam?“, Zuaìu asked his cousin with furrowed brows. „Dad sent me to tell you that your mother twisted her ankle“, his breath was slightly faster than normal, and when Tsu’tey heard you were hurt, he stepped towards his nephew, towering over the future clan leader.

„Where is she?“, he didn’t mean to, but he looked terrifying to Neteyam, not being able to control his facial expressions. „With Mo‘at“, and with that Tsu’tey was off, the twins on his heels. „Thanks Neteyam!“, Zìtei called over his shoulder, not wanting to lose track of his father.

Mo‘at had just finished bandaging up your ankle (a paste to bring down the swelling already on it) when Tsu’tey and the twins came in. Your brother discreetly slipped out of the tent at the angered look on your mates face, you rolled your eyes at that. The coward. „It’s just a sprained ankle, no need for panic please“, Mo‘at rolled her eyes at your mates obvious protective behaviour, not looking up from your foot though. You smiled at your twins an beckoned them over when the tsahìk got up. „Are you alright sa‘nok?“, Zìtei asked, both of them kneeling next to the cot you were sitting on. You tried to delay meeting your mates gaze, you didn’t want your sons witnessing his anger. You could feel he was still holding it in.

„I’m alright don’t worry.“, you stroked their hair softly, „can you fetch your brothers and sister and go to dinner? We will be with you in a little while.“ They nodded, each pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving the tent. „I will go to dinner too“, Mo‘at excused herself and the moment she was gone, Tsu’tey was next to you on the cot and you finally met his furious eyes.

„How did this happen?“, he still didn’t know you went into the forest against his wishes, but you saw no point in lying. „I needed more torítu leaves“, you started and he immediately growled. „You went into the forest?“, he barked, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles were turning light blue. „I’m sorry, I know I should have told you, but I’m alright am I not? Neteyam found me after a while“, you squeezed his biceps softly, but his eyes were still as hard as ever.

„So you just sat there in the forest near eclipse, not being able to get up, defenseless. What would’ve happened if so much as viperwolf stumbled over you?“, he got up from next to you, towering over your small form and you shrank back. „You promised me you wouldn’t go into the forest alone!“, he was basically shouting now, only keeping his voice down because of how thin the walls were.

You knew he would be angry, but your mate being so furious brought tears to your eyes. You tried to blink them away, not wanting to make even more of a scene as this already was, but he saw them, and the tension in his body fell away. „I don’t- Please yawne I-”, he couldn’t find the words, but he knew he needed to comfort you first anyway, sinking down again and carefully pulling you into his arms. You took a shaky breath, your tears not spilling after all, and clung onto his big hands for comfort.

„I’m sorry I went into the forest, I just didn’t want to bother you“, you were so quiet, and he felt so guilty for exploding on you like that. He was getting really good at controlling his protective side most of the time, but now and then the fear of losing you overwhelmed him. „I’m sorry I yelled, I just can’t help but think about the horrible things that could have happened to you, and that I wouldn’t have been able to save you“, his forehead was pressed against your temple, his lips ghosting over your cheekbone.

„I won’t do it again“, you sighed, turning your head and gently kissing him. He hummed and pulled you back in when you tried to shuffle back slightly, a smile spreading over your face. „Does it hurt?“, he asked after he finally let go of your lips, his hands stroking your waist. „Only when I try to stand on it, Mo’at said I should be fine in two weeks“, you layed your head on his shoulder, his closeness soothing you after the fight you just had.

„I won’t leave your side for the next two weeks then“, he pushed your hair behind your ear, and you giggled. „We’ll see about that“, you interlaced your fingers with his, „let’s go to dinner for now, our children are waiting.“ He grunted and you took that as agreement.

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Today had been one of the rare days you had the time to visit Norm in the scientist camp. You saw him in the village at least once a week, but your visits to the human encampment were rare. Having five children does that to you. He was so excited to show you his newest discovery, a flower that was growing in the caves in the hallelujah mountains. He didn’t know that much about it yet, but he told you the bioluminescent essence seemed to be something like a natural super glue. Additionally you used the opportunity to exchange some of your borrowed books for a few new ones, you had already filled your bag with your favorite copies.

„I can’t believe the twins passed their iknimaya already, I feel like it was yesterday that I was teasing you about your crush on Tsu’tey“, Norm laughed, you two had strayed from the scientific topics to your lives. „Shut up!“, you laughed with him, kneeling on the floor next to the human because of your size, „but you’re right, it’s crazy to think we went from going to university together, to living on a foreign planet isn’t it?“ „Especially you, snatching up the toughest warrior and a having a family“, he jokingly punched your arm and you acted wounded.

Suddenly you heard commotion coming from the main part of the complex, you and Norm exchanging worried looks. „Where is she?“, as soon as you heard the voice, you rolled your eyes. Norm on the other hand was getting nervous, no matter how many times he met your mate, Tsu’tey always intimidated the human - even in his Na‘vi form. „I’m here!“, you called out, not wanting him to make scene. You wondered why he was here, but when you looked outside, you noticed it was dark already. Uh oh. „We forgot the time, didn’t we?“, Norm seemed to have read your thoughts, and you were already bracing yourself for an annoyed Tsu’tey.

He crouched into the room through the doorframe, and as anticipated he was scowling. „I‘m sorry, I totally forgot the time ma Tsu’tey“, you smiled soothingly, but he scoffed, eyeing the human next to you in disdain. You didn’t know why he seemed to dislike Norm, but he generally didn’t like any males that were near you so maybe that was it. „See you next week at the feast, right?“, you squeezed your friends shoulder as a goodbye, knowing Tsu’tey wouldn’t be happy if you hugged him right now.

Norm was nodding frantically, the longer your mate stared at him with those fear inducing eyes, the more nervous he became. You got up, waving and stepping next to your mate. Tsu’tey wrapped his tail around your thigh and his arm around your waist, making sure everyone knew you were his. You left it uncommented and led him out of the science complex, all the other humans had already moved to different rooms, they were all pretty terrified of your mate. When you were back in the forest, the bioluminescence providing some light and the science camp out of sight, you stopped.

He was too quiet, something was bothering him. „What is it my love?“, your hand were gripping his biceps gently, both of his arms encircling your waist now. „I don’t like you being away from me for so long“, he growled, scowl on his face and grip on you tightening, „especially not when you spent the time with that tawtute instead.“ You couldn’t suppress your smile. „Are you really jealous of Norm?“, your thumbs were stroking his skin, his muscles flexing underneath, tail on your thigh moving slightly.

„He makes you laugh, and you have so much to talk about“, you were surprised he was honestly bothered by this, he almost seemed a little insecure. „Tsu’tey look at me“, your hands softly gripped his jaw and his eyes hesitantly met yours. „Norm is a good friend, but he will always be just that - a friend. It is you who I see, who I love, who I belong to“, you were looking up at him through your lashes, and his eyes widened slightly, before they became heated.

„I know you belong to me, I would never let you go don’t worry yawne. It still bothers me“, he scoffed, „Maybe I need to remind you a little that you do belong to me.“ He smirked and you blushed, your tweng growing moist immediately, it had been too long since he touched you. „Mhm seems like you would like that, maybe we can sneak away later tonight“, he grinned and gave you a promising kiss.

Turned out he wouldn’t get a chance to fulfill his promise that night. Your daughter was crying when she came home with Tsey’tan, she had a fight with Tuk and only was able to fall asleep in your arms. „Tomorrow?“, you apologetically smiled at your mate, and he just took you both into his arms. „Sure tìyawn“, he kissed your temple and you fell asleep like that.

It was the next afternoon, your sons were out with the hunting party (their father had stayed behind for obvious reasons) and your daughter was playing with Tuk, whom she had made up with. Tsu’tey was currently unlacing your top, his lips peppering kisses down your neck. „Eywa, it has been too long since I came inside your tight little pussy“, he groaned and his teeth left little marks all over your breasts, but when his hand slipped down into your loincloth, you were interrupted.

„Sa’nok, sempul! Come quick Zìtei has been injured!“, you winced in shock, quickly putting your breast cover back on and the tall warrior above you groaned in frustration. „Why did that skxawng needed to get hurt right now“, he rolled off of you with a grunt and you lightly slapped his shoulder, sitting up. „Don’t say that! Come on, we will find time eventually“, Tsu’tey scoffed unhappily, but followed you down the tree to where your eldest son had called from.

The last three days had been so busy, you and Tsu’tey had no chance at sneaking of together at all. Your mate was growing seriously frustrated, and you were getting needier too. You had never gone this long without having sex, and you really missed having him so close. But today it seemed like you had a free morning, your sons had taken your daughter to the waterfalls and you and Tsu’tey wanted to sneak of to the hammock he built for you a little away from the village, so this time nobody could interrupt you.

He had his strong arm around your waist and his tails around your thigh, pulling you with him hastily, his impatience making you laugh. „What, you think this is funny?“, he scowled at you, but the mischievous glance in his eyes told you he wasn’t really mad. „I just like seeing you so needy“, you giggled and softly kissed his shoulder. „Trust me, this ‚neediness‘ means you’re really in for it ma mate“, he growled in your ear, making them twitch, your tail swishing behind you in anticipation.

You almost made it into the treeline when your brothers voice interrupted you. „(Y/N)!“, Jake called out for you, a relieved look on his face when he saw you. Tsu’tey went rigid next to you, he couldn’t believe you were interrupted again! He had a hard-on for the last few days, every time he saw you he could only think about bending you over and taking what’s his, but you kept getting disturbed!

„What is it Jake?“, you smiled up at him when he came to a stop next to you two. Eventhough you were probably just as needy as your mate, you could never be rude to anyone because of it. „Mo’at is busy, and Tuk stepped into something slightly poisonous, Neytiri doesn’t know what to do, can you please take a look?“, he hesitated for a moment to ask you, your mate glaring at him with a frown on his face.

„Of course“, you nodded for him to lead the way, kissing Tsu’tey goodbye with a guilty look on your face. „I’m so sorry ma Tsu’tey“, you whispered so your brother couldn’t hear, and with a deep sigh the frown melted off his face. „It’s alright, go help Tuk, that’s more important“, he pushed you to follow the Olo’eyktan slightly, watching your ass sway when you turned around and left. He couldn’t take this much longer.

He would finally, finally get to be alone with you this night. He had instructed Tsey’tan to take charge for the evening, and swept you away to fuck you in your hammock in the forest. „No one will stop me tonight yawne, trust me“, he held you so tight and his voice was so possessive, your loincloth immediately started to get soaked with your slick. But again, right as you were about to break the treeline, a voice stopped you. „Hey (Y/N)!“, it was Norm, the poor scientist having no idea what kind of frustration was bubbling under the skin of the tall Na’vi next to you. Even in his Avatar, Norm was dwarfed by your mate.

„Hey Norm“, you greeted him, Tsu’tey next to you huffing impatiently. „I’m so glad I caught you! I need to show you this new plant I found! Me and max went to-”, your friend was interrupted by a rough grunt. Norm winced, seemingly only now noticing the angry male beside you - once he was engulfed in his research he didn’t notice what was going on around him much. „You can do that tomorrow, sky demon“, Tsu’tey had enough of the constant interruptions, he hoisted you up over his shoulders, a surprised gasp leaving you and your friend was left standing there dumbfounded.

„Tsu’tey that was rude!“, you scolded him, holding onto his back for dear life. You were a little embarrassed that Norm witnessed this, but a more primal part of you was getting all hot and bothered at your mates display of dominance and strength. „I don’t give a fuck, I told you no one will stop me tonight and I meant it“, his voice was rough, and when you reached the tree the hammock was located in, he finally set you down. You staggered slightly from being manhandled like that, and he stabilized you with his hands on your waist.

He urged you to climb the tree before him, and you scrambled up into your hammock at the top as fast as you could. As soon as you stood on the woven floor of the hammock, your mate was behind you, turning you around and picking you up again. Your legs wound around his hips, and his hard bulge was already rubbing against your covered core, a gasp leaving your mouth.

Tsu’tey could smell you all the way here, you scolded him for being rude, but he knew it turned you on. He laid you down gently on the plantfibre pillows in the corner and settled between your legs. He immediately captured your lips in a passionate kiss, he was craving your touch and your closeness. When you needed to breath he ripped of your top and started sucking on your nipples, his teeth scraping against your hard bud occasionally, and the grip you consequently established on his braids made him growl, his bulge rutting against the floor for some friction.

„Tsu’tey“, you mewled when he switched to the other side, your slick had already completely drenched your tweng and you just wanted him even closer. „Need you closer, please“, you whined, and you felt him take your queue, quickly making tsaheylu and the familiar shudder went through both of you. „Missed this so much“, you whispered, his lips trailing kisses down to where you needed him most distracting you.

„Me too, I will never go that long without mating with you again“, he purred, happy now that he was so close to burying his face where he wanted to for weeks. He ripped off your tweng too, the cool night air hitting your swollen and wet pussy making a shiver run through you, and he pulled your legs over his shoulder before his tongue buried itself in your slick entrance.

Even after all these years, the texture of his tongue seemed to make you go feral. He loved how unrestrained you got when he ate you out, and he loved your taste, your soft thighs caging in his head making him feel like he could stay there forever. Everytime his nose caught your clit, you clenched around his tongue that was still writhing inside of you, and he could feel you were getting closer through tsaheylu. He was surprised you were approaching your high so quickly, but then again it felt like forever since he made you cum the last time.

„Please m-ma mate I’m going to-”, your voice broke at the end, his thick fingers replacing his tongue, which was now circling your clit. „Cum for me tìyawn, cum for me so I can finally fuck this tight pussy“, he groaned and sucked on your nub, on particular curl of his fingers pushing you over the edge and your thighs almost suffocated the poor man between them, but he didn’t mind. „Oh Tsu’tey!“, you moaned, clenching around his fingers, your high burning through your body in record time.

When you called his name while cumming, he wondered how he ever went that long without this. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, he couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste, but when you started to twitch from the sensitivity and pushed at his head slightly whimpering, he pulled his fingers out and kissed his way back up, until he was hovering above your panting form. „I see you ma (Y/N)“, he hummed, his forehead on yours and a blissful smile only your lips. „I see you“, you whispered, your legs wrapping around his hips and your hands taking of his loincloth, relishing in the familiar feeling of his thick blue cock slapping against your stomach when it was freed.

Some of his precum leaked onto your belly and you scooped it up with your finger, making eyecontact before sucking it off. The slight salty taste made you hum, and your mate above you lost all composure, moaning deeply and grabbing your thigh in his large hand, maneuvering his hips so his head slipped into you. „Fuck, I can’t wait to cum inside of you, need my scent to be all over you, need to breed you“, he grumbled, his eyes screwed shut while he slipped inside entirely.

No matter how often you mated, he always seemed to stretch you again. When he didn’t move you whimpered slightly, your tail curling around his arms, squeezing the bulging muscle and he groaned. „Please move yawne“, you moaned, and he pulled back before thrusting into you again, his head brushing your cervix slightly. You held onto his biceps once he found a faster rhythm, the hammock shaking slightly with his thrusts and his head buried in your neck nipping at your soft skin.

He grunted against your neck, a shiver running through you and when he angled your hips a little more downwards, he managed to thrust even deeper into you, his balls slapping against your ass with every powerful thrust. His balls were so heavy, he hadn’t cum inside of you for so long there was so much packed in them, he couldn’t wait to fill you with all of it, the thought alone making his movements more forceful.

Your tits rubbing against his pecs made the coil in your stomach tighten, you could feel yourself leaking all over his dick. „Mhm you’re going to cum on my cock ma muntxa? Going to fill you good with my cum, all just for you“, he moaned when you clenched around him, his veiny dick battering your insides and catching onto your spongey spot with every thrust. „Oh Eywa, I’m going to-”, you interrupted yourself with a scream, his hand rubbing your clit suddenly and you exploded around him.

You were basically chanting his name while you held onto him, convulsing and arching your back and he swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. All just because of him, all for him, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Your small hands on his biceps squeezed, you were so slick and hot around him and he rutted into you a few more times, thrusting up into you as much as possible. His head was nestled right against your cervix, his balls tightened and with a guttural growl he finally came.

You could feel his hot cum rush into your womb, you were still coming down from your high and the sheer amount that was filling you prolonged your orgasm significantly. You swore he had never cum this much inside of you, but then again you two had never gone so long without eachother. He panted in your neck and he was twitching inside of you, the flow of his seed ceasing. He was so deep inside of you, that nothing spilled out though, most of it locked securely inside your womb.

He was purring, finally satisfied and your soft walls fluttering around him made him hold you tighter. „Mhm“, you hummed, your hands softly massaging his scalp and he kissed your neck gently. „I‘m so glad you’re mine, and so thankful for the family you gave me“, he whispered, his lips brushing your collarbone and you were beaming. You loved how emotional he got after mating, tsaheylu making everything even more intense. „I couldn’t wish for a better, happier life, I love you and our children so much“, you breathed and he knew what the words ‚I love you‘ meant to humans, eventhough you rarely said them - opting instead for the Na‘vi version ‚I see you‘. He shifted slightly, a rare gentle smile on his face when he looked down at you.

„I love you too“, his lips found yours, the intimate position you were in warming your heart. „Tì‘i‘avay krrä“, he promised, sometimes he still couldn’t believe the way his life turned out so amazing. „Forever ma Tsu’tey“, you hummed and he turned you both around, so you could stay interlocked, but he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. He just wanted to hold you close, enjoying your time as a mated pair alone. (Forever/Until the end of time)

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So this was definitely the last part of this story, they can live happily ever after now ahahah <3 I would really appreciate some feedback, my last Tsu’tey piece didn’t get any comments and I’m wondering what I should write differently - let me know what you think! If you wanna be tagged also let me know <3

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This Family Is Our Fortress

Summary: Years after the war against the sky people, your family have found peace

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a mom of soon to be 4, pregnancy, reference of war

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: I had a craving for something tooth achingly sweet, so a Sully family piece was born. In this Neytiri is essentially replaced by you, sorry. I love you Neytir, maybe next time. Thank you all for reading! If you enjoyed reading, please like/reblog/comment/follow to support me and to let me know if I should do more of this type of content! 🥰🫶🏻

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You had many things that you felt grateful to Eywa for. Some where your clan - your family - the Omaticaya. For your Sa’nok (Mother) and Sempul (Father) and their love for you. For Eywa’s love for everyone and everything, for her allowance for you to to breathe and walk on her planet. 

You were thankful for Jake Sully. Former human, a sky demon, who came to Pandora and learned the way of the People, and in turn becoming one. You were thankful for Turuk Makto (Shadow Rider) who brought peace to Pandora by defeating the humans, despite having worked for and been one himself. You were thankful for Jake Sully, who became your mate. 

What you were the most thankful for was the blessing of your and Jake’s children. Neteyam was your first son, who was conceived just before the battle against the sky people. His birth was a beacon of hope and new beginnings, and the start of a family that would eventually become six. 

Around that same time came Kiri, the sudden and unexplained daughter of Dr. Grace Augustine. Grace had been part of your life since childhood, and her tragic death was a heavy loss on the clan. But her passing would then reveal itself to not be the end of Grace’s legacy. Jake and you took Kiri in without doubt the second you knew of her existence. Sweet little Kiri, your daughter in all but blood. 

After Kiri was the second and last son of yours, Lo’ak. His birth was a joy for the whole family, and a great happiness for his brother and sister that would become older siblings. With your second itan (son), you and Jake though that the family was officially complete. That was until you feel pregnant once again when Neteyam and Kiri was 7 and Lo’ak 6. You were currently almost halfway through the pregnancy, and you and Jake couldn’t be happier of your big family.

”Alright kids, it’s bath time!” Jake called out for Neteyam, Kiri and Lo’ak who were running around playing in the mud outside of the hammock. You were preparing the last of the food that you’d eat after the children had bathed. 

They slowed down, Neteyam and Kiri pouting while Lo’ak full out whined at the news that playtime was over. ”But Sempul (Father)! Please, just a few more minutes?” 

Jake shook his head, hands on his hips. ”Nope. Come on, food’s almost ready.”

They collectively groaned but obeyed their father, to which you smiled. With one glance at them, you realized that today Jake would need your help to bath them if you wanted the meat to still be warm when they were done. So with that you rose up onto feet and followed them down to the body of water, Kiri’s little hand creeping itself into you own. 

Bath time took a little longer than usual due to the excessive amount of dirt and small sticks in-beaded in your children’s hair, but with the help of Jake you all made it back to the kelku while the food was still somewhat warm. 

Dinner was as usual a time where everyone shared about their day. Lo’ak, Kiri and Neteyam did most of the talking, excitedly telling vivid stories of all the adventures they had during the day. You and Jake offered played out reactions to spur them on, asking followup questions to hear more of their excitement. That exited retelling steadily faded away to slow blinking and yawns escaping their small mouths. You smiled, getting the small ones to bed wouldn’t be hard this night.

”Lets get you all tucked in now.” Jake fondly said to the kids, and they did not complain this time. They instead nodded and rose from the floor. Kiri and Neteyam rose up their arms in request for their Sempul (Father) to carry them, which Jake did. Lo’ak looked up to you, arms asking for you to also pick him up. You did so with a coo, pressing a kiss to the boys forehead. 

Jake and you carried the children to the place your family slept, cuddling up into a nest of tangled limps. It wasn’t every night that you all slept tangled up like this, what with your children growing older, but tonight was one of those night. 

”Goodnight Ma’ite (My daughter).” You cooed, pressing a kiss to Kiri’s little head, which Jake copied. She smiled, murmuring a goodnight in return. You then did the same with Neteyam and Lo’ak. ”Goodnight Ma’itans (My sons).”

”Sa’nok (Mother), can you please sing?” Neteyam requested bashfully, Lo’ak going in with small pleading and Kiri nodded enthusiastically also in agreement. Jake laughed a little at the familiar request they had asked so many times before. You smiled warmly, agreeing instantly. ”Yes, Sa’nok (Mother) can sing.”

The children settled back, relaxing into their parents warm embraces as you started to sing the same lullaby that you’d sung over a thousand times by now. Barely halfway through the song, your children where peacefully asleep. Your voice faded away as you and Jake shared a loving smile. 

Jake lend his neck down to kiss you softly. You hummed against his lips, as content as can be. You relaxed back against his strong shoulder, closing your eyes. Jake’s hand settled gently against your swollen stomach, where it would remain as a protective blanket for the rest of the night. ”Night, [Name], sleep well. I love you.”

”Goodnight, Ma’Jake. I love you too.” You whispered before letting yourself fall asleep, safe and happy in the arms of your family.