#sub neteyam

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Girlie please I need whiny and moany and subby neteyam so much,you write him so good🙏😭😭

OO YES😩 the way I ran to fucking write this!, and tysm, baby love<3

Not proof read!! Sorry if there’s errors honeys

Warnings: p n v, riding, overstimulation, teyam starts to cry a lil bit bc he’s so overwhelmed, reader is mean, dom!reader, sub!teyam, and i think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

It was hard at first for Neteyam to feel comfortable enough around you to be submissive, but once you got the “go-ahead” he turns into complete putty in your hands once you take control.

You’ve been riding him for what seems like hours, your soft, velvety walls milking him of all he’s worth as he cums inside of you paethicaly because it’s just too good:(.

His big hands travel all over your plush curves, his way of desperately trying to tell you to slow down. And even when he does speak up all that comes out is a choked out whimper or broken moan.

“Awh..but tey I thought you wanted this?, poor boy can’t handle when mommy uses you? How pathetic.” He’d be so embarrassed after hearing the low whine that comes from his mouth after you say that, cock twitching and drooling inside of you just because of your voice.

The more the cruel, soft coos leave your mouth plump lips the more his eyes would start to burn with tears, biting down on his bottom lip so hard blood starts pouring from it;which you lick up eagerly.

He’d ask you so nicely for permission to cum whenever he’s close too, babyboy would be babbling complete nonsense but he’s really trying so hard to be a good boy for you:(, and the little huff that’d come from him when you deny him too, ugh. He would just squeeze your hips/ass/ or tits in frustration, and get even more frustrated when that gets him even closer.

“Yawne, p-please..please I-..wanna..cum, please~” he’d plead with you shakily, using all of his power to form a single sentence so he can fill your tight cunt with his hot, sticky cum. All you do is laugh though, leaning in to wrap you arms around his neck, pressing your soft tits against his toned chest. A sensation that makes him groan deeply. “Mhm..not yet. I’m so so close so just hold on a little longer, ‘Kay?….good.” You’d coo before placing a loving kiss on his nose.

A small frown adorns his lips when you deny him, looking up at you with the most pathetic tear filled doe eyes you’ve ever seen. Ewya, he’s the cutest.

The way his strong arms wrapped around your middle was almost like a silent plea for you to keep going. No matter how much he came he couldn’t get enough of your slick cunt, as if it was made for him.

You swear his noises get louder and needier with the way he was buried into your chest, rambling about whoever knows the closer he feels you get.

Your hips stutter once you’re on the brink of your orgasm, a sign Neteyam knew all too well from how many times he’s made you do the same.

“Teyam.. m’close..need you to cum with me, ok?” You feel his arms and tail squeeze you like a vice, and his hips buck up into you sloppily to match your own sloppy thrust. A whispered “mhm~” leaves his lips before you clamp down onto him, the intensity of your orgasm making you whimper in his ear shamelessly.

Between your noises, your soft body pressed against him, the tightness of your cunt, and your addictingly strong scent, he was cumming instantly. Shooting thick ropes of his warm load into your greedy hole.

It wasn’t until you pulled away from him that his he realized his face was covered in tears, something that breifly made him embarrassed before he felt you hold his face reassuringly.

“Such a pretty boy f’me, you know that?” You l encourage subtly, causing his tail to sway like a little happy puppy. “Could say the same about you, babygirl,” he replied through labored breathes, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips. The sensation of his lips instantly making you clench around him, erupting an another low groan from him.

You lift up your hips slowly as you lean into him, cupping his face in your soft hands as you gently bounce on his overstimulated cock that was still achingly hard for you. “Think you can give me one more, my sweet boy?”

A/N~ I need..I need a minute after this one. I’ve never been so soaked in my life istg😭 but btw if any one of my nonnies wants an emoji just put it after you send in an ask/request and that’ll be your emoji 4L😛. Besides all that tho, ima take my ass to bed, love you guys, stay safe, and mwah stay hydrated💕

Duces🫶🏽,

luvv4j4ybe11

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[nickgoesinsane]

Imagine jake getting jealous of his son neteyam because neteyam has a hot, caring, nice boyfriend thats fuck him likes he hate him, and then jake catching them fucking, and him being superrrrrr jealous that he bargain, and begged the boyfriend to fuck him too, and neteyam agreeing!!!😩😩😩😩

(Character is aged up. Reference.) (You’re a little mean to Jake in this one, sorry not sorry.)

It’s messed up— so fucking messed up. 

But Neteyam’s been angry at his dad for a long time. The pressure of being the oldest, of taking care of his siblings and being the perfect soldier, is tiring. Neteyam is tired of being perfect, he’s tired of following his dad’s orders without complaints. When he sees the way his dad’s eyes stray to your thighs and the shape of your ass, lean muscle built from working hard to provide for the People, he feels smug. His dad is looking at someone that’s entirely Neteyam’s. 

Neteyam notices the frequency of his father’s longing glances, the hungry look in his eyes when he watches you lift your prey onto your shoulders to take it to the cookfires. So when you have Neteyam on your lap, dragging him onto your fat cock to fuck your cum deeper into the fluttering walls of his pussy, he’s not surprised to see Jake peeking through the curtains of the marui. He’s even less surprised to hear his father beg for you. 

“Perverted old man.” You growl, shoving a hand between Jake’s shoulderblades to push his chest onto the woven mat to make his back arch, and breach his cunt with your cock. Jake’s eyes roll, his ears flat against his head, and he moans from deep within his chest. It sounds relieved. “Slut.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. You’re fucking him like you’re angry, like you hate him. 

You probably do. 

“Yawnetu.” You say, and Neteyam drags his eyes away from Jake’s pleasured expression to look at the mocking smile on your face. “You didn’t tell me the great Toruk Makto was such a whore. His cunt is gripping me like a vice.” You give another well aimed thrust that punches the air out of Jake’s lungs, his mouth falling open with a strangled groan. Slick rolls down his inner thighs, precum dripping from his cock to form a wet spot on the mat. 

Neteyam snorts, making himself comfortable, and his smugness increases at the feeling of your cum oozing sluggishly from his cunt. “Yeah,” He says, lifting the waterskin to his mouth to take a sip of cool water, “who would’ve thought?” 

In the end, you don’t even come inside Jake, leaving him gaping around nothing and sobbing miserably on the floor while you go back to your mate.  

[wheneclipsefalls]

Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing. 

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan. 

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time. 

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.” 

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him. 

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!” 

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically. 

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process. 

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?” 

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug. 

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai. 

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually. 

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance. 

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed. 

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega. 

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence. 

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it. 

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look. 

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair? 

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all. 

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side. 

“Do you want me to hit her?” 

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of. 

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve. 

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.” 

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.” 

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience. 

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast. 

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him. 

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy. 

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there. 

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group. 

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register. 

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily. 

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega. 

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate. 

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age. 

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized. 

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap. 

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted. 

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire. 

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same. 

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.” 

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over. 

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment. 

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all. 

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate. 

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being. 

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal. 

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away. 

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against  Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes. 

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night. 

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes. 

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled. 

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance. 

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it. 

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed. 

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another. 

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s. 

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression. 

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain. 

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure. 

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning. 

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit. 

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead. 

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure. 

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior. 

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it. 

More than worth it. 

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[theblueflower05]

Working on a little hurt/comfort Sub leaning Neteyam fic. Takes place at High Camp, right after he comes back all banged and bruised up from the raid.

Gonna try to post tomorrow.

Also, the reader and Neteyam are parents in this one. Um, Neteyam as a father makes me absolutely feral holy shittttttt.

Tiny spoiler below! Let me know if you’re interested in a tag!

[andvenuscried]

AVATAR.

WARNING,

a lot down here is NSFW!

NAVIGATION.

✮ — nsfw

☾ — sfw

for more, click here: guidelines + more info!

BABYDOLL!

↳ jake and tonowari are not supposed to touch you like that… and yet you somehow still end up pinned down beneath them. even though you’re much, much younger.

✮ INCLUDES: dilf!jake sully and dilf!tonowari as doms and subs (both separated!)

[zg0nuwa]

i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

[l0velysmut]

⋆ ࣪. neteyam x na’vi reader

contains: short smut, aged!up neteyam, sub!neteyam, dom!reader, p in v, riding, overstim, whiny neteyam, mommy kink, creampie.

“Ah, f-fuck!” He moaned, hands gripping onto your hips for dear life as you bounced up and down on his cock. He tried to hold your hips tightly to keep you from bouncing so fast, but he quickly learned that his grip had no effect on your speed.

Wet squelching sounds could be heard throughout your home and probably could be heard by anyone who walked by it.

Your wetness saturated his pelvis, and some sprinkles of your wetness were dotted on his chest which mixed in with his sweat.

“S-Slow down— Oh!” He moaned, throwing his head back against the roughly textured woven mat. He panted, practically gasping for air as his hands moved from your hips to grab onto the flesh of your breasts. He licks his lips, staring at your perky tits in his hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your nipples. The feeling of them in his hands and the tiny whimpers he got out of you from such a simple touch made his dick throb inside you.

“Slow down, tiyawn!” He cried, face contorting into a look of pain before he shut his eyes tightly, clenching his jaw as he tried his best to hold back his orgasm.

You stared down at him with a smile, biting your bottom lip as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock. And, just for shits and giggles, you decided to clamp your pussy around him, watching in amusement as his body shudders and his jaw drops wide open, his hips jerking up, his cock sinking further inside of you. You noticed how his eyes that were once shut had opened a tiny bit, but you could only see the whites of his eyes since they were rolled so far back into his head.

You then stopped your bouncing, and for a second, he thought the torture was over so he let out sigh of relief, his chest still heaving as he took a moment to recover. But, then you began to grind into him, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone, making you moan and tilt your head up.

He looked up at you through half lidded eyes, watching your facial expressions as his cock remained stuffed in your warm pussy. He could feel your walls clasping onto him tightly with each grind, and he began whimper loudly, making your ears twitch and your pussy drip even more juices down his shaft and balls and onto the woven mat below you.

“Yawne… I’m gonna cum.” He said in a whiny voice, looking at you with beautiful amber doe eyes as if asking for permission.

“Not yet.” You reply.

He whines and screws his eyes shut, beginning to pant again as his hands drop down to his sides because if he kept holding onto your boobs, he for sure would cum, and he doesn’t want to cum without your permission. He wants to be a good boy for you.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” When you say that unexpectedly, his eyes pop open and he stares at you in a panicked state.

“No, no, no, no!” He chants, shaking his head, knowing that you cumming would send him over the edge.

Then, he feels your pussy flutter around him, gushing cum all over his shaft, creating a white ring around the base of his long girth. His moans become louder than yours, altering between actual moans and pathetic whimpers before his legs shake and his hips stutter, spilling his load deep inside of you, spurting against your cervix.

You stop moving your hips and look down at him, feeling his warm cum fill your womb. You click your tongue in disappointment.

“Poor baby couldn’t hold it?” You ask in a teasing voice.

He doesn’t dare look at you, just breathes heavily and furrows his brows.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, mama.” He says, soft cries and gasps for air leaving his lips. “I won’t—” He swallows to try and relieve his dry throat. “I won’t do it again, mama, I promise. I won’t cum without your permission again. You just feel so good, I couldn’t- I couldn’t hold it.”

You could barely understand his words, his babbling making you giggle before lifting yourself almost all the way off his cock, keeping the tip inside before slamming back down.

He moans loudly, his hands going back up grab your thighs, nails digging into the squishy flesh.

“I can’t, I can’t.” He shakes his head. “Mommy, I can’t.”

“You can, baby,” You tell him, nodding, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw. “I know you can… ‘cause you’re my good boy, right?”

He whimpers softly, finally meeting your gaze, then nods, instantly regretting his decision when you begin to bounce up and down on his cock again which causes shivers to run up and down his spine.

He could feel his cock pulsating inside of you, feeling dangerously close once again and his cheeks burned in embarrassment because he was pretty sure you could feel it too.

But he doesn’t complain, just allows you to use him like your own personal fuck toy because he’s your good boy and he loves you so much.

a/n: i love subby neteyam

[loaksbitch]

imagine jake sully telling you he’ll force an orgasm out of you yes? YES. no but like subby jake turns to softish dom in the middle sksksk — 1.04k wc

warnings - riding, marking, him thrusting upward when you ride him (if that’s a warning), pinning his hands above his head, p in v, deep stroking, growling, squirting but no biggie, subby yet switch jake? idk, but whiny jake is definitely there, biting, licking and talking dirty if you notice it

lmk what i missed on adding !! i love each and every one of you sm! take care,, like + reblogs are always appreciated please <3

“i will force it outta’ you.” — jake sully (⨳)

“baby,” jake would whine desperately as he’s trying to memorize every single of your curves, hands griping your flesh, breast, hips, ass and thighs. you’re so beautiful the thought alone makes him grow hard inside you

your soft mewls are bonus for him while you sink back down, taking his girthy length deep in you. “you’re so beautiful.” he traps his lips between his teeth letting a groan out from his pit of chest.

you look down at him and he stared back shameless, how your tits would bounce every now and then, how your tight cunt invites him in, he loved every bit of it.

you lean down to kiss your mate as he whimpers at your chest pressing against his, your erect nipples doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “so good, you’re so good.” it’s like a pat on your head and a rope that makes you clench on his fat cock

you kiss him deeply, exchanging moans until the demand for oxygen becomes too much and wins than devouring each other. you put your upper body on his but you kept going, kept rolling your hips and his thrusts up to you matched perfectly.

you moaned how he made you feel to his ear, whispering sweet praises making it hard for him to last longer. jake only heaves hard, breathing shallow and deep.

“need you close, princess” he cries, he fucking cries.

“i need you close.” you weren’t ready for his move when he planted his heels to the mat and brought his hips up to thrust upward. your breath gets knocked out as you fully lose your balance and tumble on his chest

his left, large hand leaves your hips and holds the back of your head softly, he’s so gentle with you. it’s like you’d break if he gets rough with you,

“you’re doing so good, ma jake” you would only gasp when he ruts to you upward, pressing your head to his crook of neck to hide you. “you make me feel so good, princess.”

his breath hitches every time he speaks

you intentionally tighten on him and he heaves. deciding to push him farther, you suck on the flesh of his neck and reveled in it, the sting makes jake’s cock stir in your sex

he would feel his stomach knotting and moan tears out from his chest. you in other hand lick on his skin after bruising it enough to show the na’vi’s he belongs to you, you lean back and watch the art you made before smiling

jake watches your hand sneak to his and frowns when you remove them from your skin to only bring them above his head, pinning both his hands to the ground. you make sure to take him further in and jake chuckles.

“what’re you doi— oh fuuuck.” his words cut when your clit grinds right on his pelvis making your wetness smear against his skin. “ngh,” you struggle to roll your hips and jake only closed his eyes focusing on taking breath not to cum before you

“need you to cum for me baby” he tells you but you’ve another plan.

make him cum before you.

his eyes are unfocused when he opens them and amber eyes lock with yours. “hear me? n-need…shit,” you’re rolling your hips and love how his eyes rolls back to his head

he was so breath taking when he whined under you. jake feels the cord of his release stretching and becoming hard with your movement and you moan when he grows large inside you, a sign that he’s so close

“do it.” you demand as your both hands are intertwined and pinned above his head. “cum for me, jake, do it.” your voice is so hot it makes it hard for him

“where do you want me?” his brows are knitted

“i need you inside,” you huff moving up and down on him, “cum inside.” and with that you feel jake instant pull his hands away from you. you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he jerked you both up and pulled out from you

you’re about to whine but him pushing you to the ground for a missionary makes you seal your lips.

jake can feel your surprised amber eyes keeps following him and he smiles at you before getting between your legs, “want you under me when i stuff you with my load, yeah?” you’re about to fight him back but he only pushes your leg wider

you use your elbow to support yourself and watch his cock press on your folds before slipping between them and entering your cunt

“jake!” it’s your time to whine

right after he bottoms out, jake brings his eyes up to take your face in and fuck he almost busted himself. your jaw dropped and brows furrowed, head fallen back… you’re so breathtaking

he began a slow, deep torture, watching your response to every thrust he delivers, he watched you unravel under his simple touch. your pouty lips are open, delivering soft moans when he pulls out and rubbing his girthed tip on your clit before sinking back in

jake looks down where you’re connected and his heart swelled. your cunt was pretty too.

“such a pretty girl with a pretty cunt you are.” he leans down and nudges your nose to the side to make you turn away. your neck is visible to him and he targets to mark you allover

you fight for air in your lungs and jake only tests how far he could go in you

his ears flatten against his hair when he fully thrusts and his balls rest on your folds. he kept his ground there and gets turned on how you squirm against him

“told you i need you to cum for me.”

you quickly shake your head, “not gonna do that?” he watches how your marked skin moves when you shake your head side to side

“fine, i will force it outta’ you.”

one hand goes to grip your right leg and place his arm under your the back on your knee, “jake that’s not fai–JAKE!” you scream when you’re dragged close to him by your leg and he knocks you

“you know i’m not gonna cum before you,” every word is said with a huff cause by when he pulls out and slams back into you. “hear me? need you to cum for me and i’ll make you cum.”

your eyes are now shut, body laid on the mat when jake uses your as a personal fuck toy

your voice gets high pitched when you feel bubble starts to form inside you and your eyes slammed shut tighter than before. nails are dug to your mates back but he only enjoys when you scratch him, creating extra stripes

your sound encourages him to go farther and tougher when he feels you tighten.

your pussy keeps squelching when his fat cock pushes into you and jake sniffs and chuckles. “hear that sound you’re making, you’re so wet, pretty girl.” at his words your muscles only grips him harder

jake’s ears perk up when he takes a hint you like being called that name. “pretty girl.” his deep voice again causes your pussy to clench and you whine, “you like it when i call you that huh? my prettiest girl.”

back arching, your head tilted to the side. your quickened breath was shaking and becoming raged.

and jake feels his own balls tighten, he needs you quick and milk him before he erupts his load in you. rough thumbs meets your attention seeking clit and your body jolts. jake flicked and pinched on your bud enough to make that bubble burst

“j-jake…” you call for him, desperate to hold on to him when your wetness squirts on his cock and allover. “‘m right here, right here for you pretty girl.” he’s still stimulating your nub until you push his write away from yours

just like he wanted you under him, you’re shuddering and recovering from his abuse against your walls when he suddenly grunts with a small “‘m close.”

he thrusts all the way in and stops, “jake, you’re too deep.” oh he knows, he clearly knows and enjoys that he’s almost in your gut. his breathing ceased until the first wave of contractions hit and his pelvis hurt from the feeling.

jake hides himself into the curve of your neck and whines when he rode out his last drop of climax, you could feel your cervix full from how he was cumming hard.

he lazily thrusts till his complete drop or load is inside you

out of breath and weak, both of you just stay like that for a while or at least until your lungs are calmed and taking air normally. jake slowly eases out of you and lifts himself on his elbows just enough to see your face and his heart calms at your expression

clearly you’re spent and tried but even with that? you manage to bring your hands to his cheeks and cup him before pulling him to a feverish kiss

you two feel yourselves smile into the kiss before letting giggles and chuckles filled with love out. “i really wanted to make you cum.” your lips perk and jake hums

“try next time beautiful.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you roll your eyes before huffing. “i love you” he manages to say and your lips curve, “i love you too.”

you both decide to cuddle each other and talk about some little things only filled with love, happiness and fairytales.

typos and shitty grammar happened and they’re not edited, apologies! hope you liked this,, lmk in the comments so i could write more for you babies! likes and reblogs are appreciated so so so much &lt;3

[k4tsukiis]

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[neteyamssyulang]

˙⋆✮ Ma nalor ‘evan ✮⋆˙

˙⋆✮ Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem human reader ✮⋆˙

˙⋆✮ Summary: When Jake allows his son to have days off, he immediately goes to you.

˙⋆✮ Warnings: Sub Neteyam, Dom reader, P in V, Slightly whiney Neteyam, use of ‘mommy’.

˙⋆✮ Word count: 327 ✮⋆˙

˙⋆✮ Translation(s): Rutxe -> Please, atut -> let, täne -> cum.

˙⋆✮ Tagging: @anemonelovesfiction @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest @kia-wolfie @l0velysmut @loaksulluyswife @sinful-tawtute @shifting-questions

It was a beautiful day on Pandora, one of the few days that Jake allowed Neteyam to spend it how he wished.

Of course it was always with you, his little human mate. You didn't live at the human outpost though, there was a small abandoned shack a good distance away from the village that you fixed up and made your own.

It was the one special place where you and your mate could be alone without having to worry about anyone bugging you, but it did leave some people to wonder where he went.

You were laying down in your makeshift bed, your mate snuggled ontop of you lazily thrusting inside, while his mouth was latched onto one of your nipples, suckling softly.

This was Neteyam's safe space, being in the arms of his mate and away from his responsibilities. Nothing could ever compare to this.

Your left hand rubbed soothing circles along his back, while your right hand moved to his head, gently massaging his scalp.

Neteyam pulled away from your breast with a pop and the sight of him almost made you cum then and there. His eyes were half lidded, bottom lip pulled between his fangs trying to muffle his whines, and his ears were pinned back against his skull.

His thrusts picked up a little bit making you moan softly "M-mommy please.." he whimpered, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

"Please what baby?" You asked, a smirk tugging at your lips already knowing what he was asking for. Tears formed in Neteyam's eyes, his mouth opened to speak but nothing came out.

"How is mommy supposed to know what her pretty baby wants if he won't tell her?" You pouted, clenching purposefully around him.

Your mate sobbed, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he moved his hips faster, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass, "Rutxe.. rutxe atut oe täne.."

[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 20

E d g i n g

Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader

PART 1

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, smut, P in V, edging, slight overstimulation, vulgar language, sub!Nete, dom!Reader, dirty talk.

Heat boiled on the surface of his azure skin, his body decorated in beads of rolling sweat as the overwhelming pleasure robbed him of any and all composure. Neteyam’s chest heaved with heavy pants, trembling to his core while he squirmed helplessly against your hand that had been slowly stroking and caressing him for what his throbbing cock felt like must’ve been for millennia; the tip of shaft growing into an irritated deep plum color, his bioluminescent freckles glowing bright almost as if it were his bodies way of showing just how close he was to cumming in your hand. 

Sitting naked atop his thigh, his soft, needy whines filled your ears, your gentle fingers just barely touching his sensitive shaft, yet even the slightest of contact was enough to make him jerk. You raise your gaze to look at his flushed face, watching as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, a heavy blush shrouding his sweat covered face. Just as his eyelids flutter closed in attempts to compose himself, your thumb pressed against the slit on his cock tip, Neteyam’s mouth falling agape with a helpless groan, “Haah! Hnng- yawne… great mother please…” he whimpers, shuddering aggressively at your slightest of touches. 

“My sweet Nete… look how sensitive you are. I’m hardly even touching you, my love.” You coo innocently, knowing full well that his current state was all your doing. Neteyam trembles at your words, nuzzling into your chest, his hand squeezing your hip while the other fists the ground beside him. “Please yawne… I want to cum… the pressure it’s too much.”, “Too much? But it’s just my fingers, Nete… what if I… did this…?” You tease slowly lifting yourself from his thigh, positioning yourself just over his desperately twitching cock to lower yourself just enough to brush your naked and moist folds over his tip. 

Neteyam bends his neck, leaning his head back and covering his face with his hand, to which you are quick to grasp onto, “Uh-uh Teyam… let me see your face, you look so cute like this~. Lay back f’me.”. You purr gently pressing the tips of your fingers to the center of his chest, guiding him downward, his stiff cock now laying flat on his stomach. With a low hum you position your hips over him, lowering to slowly glide your lower lips up his erection. His breath hitches, tightly gripping your hips, moving his head from side to side aimlessly, wanting nothing more than to hide his flustered state, but resisted, per your demand, “Ohhph..Yawne… please, fuck.” His voice slithers out choked, your cautious grinding leading for beads of precum to build up at his tip, leaking down to his stomach. 

“Use your big boy words, Nete~.” You muse as you stop your grinding, if you could even call it that, seeing as how you were just barely hovering over his shaft, now sitting directly on it, allowing your juices to drip along his ridiculously hard erection, his cock twitching madly against your clit. Gasping for air through his whimpers, Neteyam struggles to find his words, his glossy eyes finally producing tears that flow down his cheeks as you give an experimental roll of your hips, “Eywa… please my yawne, please let me cum, it hurts. Fuck- I don’t.. phew… I don’t think it’s ever been this hard before.”. Neteyam lays his head back staring up blankly into the night sky, a mix of defeat and submission painting his features. 

With a gentle smile planting on your lips, compassion washes over you as you watch him hiccup and gasp as his tears continue to dampen his cheeks, a bit of drool peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Eywa he did look so cute and breedable like this, but you had tortured him long enough, “You want to cum, Teyam?” You repeat his request leaning into his ear, to gently kiss at his jawline. He nods frantically, ears pinned to the sides of his head, mumbling a stream of pleads until you softly shush him, capturing his lips with yours for a tender moment. “Be a good boy and stay still for me.” You whisper, shifting your hips until his precum soaked tip, catches on your folds. Then, ever so slowly you push your hips back, allowing his stiffened cock to force entry into your wetness. 

Neteyam’s abs flex his hips jerking at the sensitivity, just pushing into you felt entirely overstimulating, but he held on until he bottomed out inside you. “Mmm you really are harder… I can feel the difference.” You purr, sitting up on his lap to begin rolling your hips in a clockwise motion against him. His fingers twitched at their place on your hips, fighting against his own carnal need to force you down and guide your hips himself, knowing exactly what he needed to get off, “Go ahead Neteyam, do what you need to do.” You sigh, granting him permission as your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling of his cock being exactly where it belonged, at home in your tight cunt. 

Without a second thought Neteyam raises his hips into you, his grip now exceedingly firm on you as he grinds you down into him, throwing his head back in pure bliss, his hips still sputtering from time to time from the persistent sensitivity of being edged for so long. Moans harmonizing with one another you drift a hand down to your core, rolling your clit beneath your fingertips quickly, biting your lip as it adds to the sensation, “Ahh~, tell me how much you love this pussy, Nete.” You moan, eyes closed tight as you continue to stimulate your clit. Neteyam whines and moans beneath you, now moving your hips hastily back and forth, feeling the pressure in his cock building faster and faster, “Fuck- ohhphhuck I love it. I love- Ahh, ahhh, AH-!” With his voice climbing in volume and pitch, Neteyam finally releases into you, his mouth fallen open with stuttered breaths, eyes rolling to the back of his head- a brief hold- then releasing an exhausted sigh of absolute relief. 

A warmth of relaxation flowed through his body as his muscles untensed themselves. The only sounds being his heavy breathing and your soft moans as you continued to toy with your clit. Neteyam felt his mind sway, swimming in the peak of his high, gradually coming back down to Pandora at his own dazed pace. You take in his exhausted form gleefully, now feeling more worked up yourself, letting your fingers repeatedly roll your clit in small circles. Biting your lip, your eyes still staring down at your worn mate, you begin to slowly raise and lower your hips, watching as Neteyam’s brows pinch at the stimulation, “…Yawne?” He whispers in a broken tone, slowly opening his eyes to scan your form and its movements, a confused look on his face, still not being completely mentally present yet. 

“Did that feel good, baby?”, he gently nods, "Good… but I didn’t say that I was done.”.

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[neteyamkink]

IMAGINE NETEYAM WITH BADASS FEM! METKAYINA GIRL.. AND HE DOES WHATEVER SHE WANTS HIM TO DO , AND SHES LIKE DOMINANT DURING MATING.

OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO PERFECT. In love w this idea. gonna do this in a gc style w a lil drabble at the end.

₊˚𖦹 ༘ ೀ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

parings: neteyam x dom!gf

warnings: lil bit of sub!nete, he’s literally such a whore, cunnalingusssss (he’s a munch)

lmk if we want a longer pt 2 to this cuz i’m down

₊˚𖦹 ༘ ೀ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

neteyam is such a slut for his dom gf he does anything you say

You need something? he’s on it

AND HES ONLY LIKE THIS FOR YOU!!

anyone else he’s either ignoring or telling them to leave him alone

he thinks the way you’re so confident and bossy is SOOOO sexy

he’s all over you 24/7

He lovesss being told what to do when y’all get freaky deaky

he’s in love with the way he doesnt have to think he just has to listen to what you say

HES A MUNCH!!!!

he follows you around like a lost puppy bro

“yes ma’am” are is favorite two words

he makes sure you have everything you need before even thinking about himself.

“baby, y’taste so good,” Neteyam whines as he laps his tongue all over your juicy cunt like a starving dog. You’re starting to wonder if he is enjoying this more than you by the way he’s moaning into your cunt and humping the ground like a dog in heat.

“Be a good boy and show me how good you can make me feel, yeah?” you groan.

He’s immediately nodding his head profusely and moaning “yes, anything you want,” into your pussy. he humps the floor beneath him, his loincloth practically drenched in his precum. All he wants to do is make his bossy girlfriend feel good.

[nickgoesinsane]

imagine just teasing neteyam all day.

like! Just blowing and licking his sensitive ears when no one's looking😫😵

And he's just letting out these tiny whimpers at those actions🤤

as well as squeezing his ass as reader comes out and stands behind him playing with his sensitive tail while teasing his pussy hole

By just getting so close, and then reader just retracting their hand🥵✨👍😻

and smirks when neteyam starts to rub up against reader when no one is looking

(omg! It's already roaring down their!!)

(Character is aged up. Reference.)

The inside of his ears turn a deeper shade of pink when you nip and blow on them teasingly, gripping and stroking the base of his tail. It trembles in your hand, the hair on the tip puffing up. “What are you doing, skxawng?” He hisses lowly at you, shooting you a flustered glare over his shoulder. The smell of his arousal is a sweet, subtle perfume in the air.

You shrug, not taking your eyes away from where the Olo’eyktan is speaking to the rest of the hunters. Jake is stressing about tomorrow’s talioang hunt, concerned about any of you getting injured during the inevitable stampede. “I’m bored.” You mutter under your breath, finally glancing at him. 

Neteyam frowns, but his pupils are blown wide. “Then do something else.” He growls and turns his face away, trying to focus on what his father is saying. 

He relaxes when you let go of his tail, oblivious to the mischievous look in your eyes. You slip your hand down his tewng, feeling for the soft folds of his pussy, wet with his arousal. Neteyam gasps quietly, his lips parting in shock, and gives you a scandalized stare. “What?” You ask innocently, smiling, and dip your fingers into his cunt. “You said do something else.” 

“You…” Whatever insult he was about to throw at you dies on his tongue when you pull your fingers out, just to thrust them back in again. You curl and scissor your fingers, the soft squelching too quiet to be heard over the hunters’ excited chatter. Neteyam ducks his head, reaching up to rub between his brows. To everyone else, it looks like you’re giving Jake your undivided attention while Neteyam deals with a particularly painful headache. 

His breathing picks up, his hips subtly rolling back against you to meet the steady fucking of your fingers into his pussy. You feel his slick roll over your palm, absolutely dripping. His soft, hot insides flutter around your digits and his tail coils tightly around your leg, telltale signs of his approaching orgasm. You hum, nodding and smiling along to whatever dad joke Jake just said, and press a kiss on the crown of Neteyam’s head before slipping your fingers out of him. 

Neteyam bites back a whine, reaching back to grab your wrist in an iron grip. His ears fold against his skull, and his bottom lip quivers as he stares at you with watery eyes. “What is it, paskalin?” You tease quietly, and he looks around for a moment to make sure no one is watching. He pushes you deeper into the shadows, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as he ruts against you. Neteyam pushes your hand into his tewng again with a soft plea. 

And who are you to deny him?

[wheneclipsefalls]

🤍-ongoing  💔angst 🔞-smut 💛-fluff🖤-dark

Ao3 request guidelines

Ma Neteyam 🔞💛🤍

Neteyam (20 yrs old) is kidnapped by the Olo’eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires.

Unmovable 🔞

Lo'ak may have been born an omega but that doesn't mean he wants to act like one.

Forever My Babygirl 💛🤍

Tuktirey is now 16 years old and receving attention from young male suitors looking to court the beautiful ray of sunshine. However, this becomes nearly impossible as her older brothers and father are there to scare off any advances. In Jake's eyes, Tuk will always be his babygirl.

Parts (1, 2, 3, 4)

Withered 💛🔞💔

You and Neteyam have opposite lives. He thrives in the daylight of possibilities while you are forced to the shadows. You are sure that the right course of action would be letting the future Olo'eyktan go. Neteyam is less convinced. Neteyam's rut sneak peek

Midnight Desires 💛🔞

Neteyam asks for a helping hand in the middle of the night. Ao'nung, however, does not appreciate being left out.

Little Gift 🔞🤍💔🖤

The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants. Dark Neteyam x Human Reader

Courting Spider 🔞💛💔

It’s time that someone takes care of Spider for once. Zhali is up for the task.

Curious Eyes 🔞🤍🖤💔

When intruders come onto Omatikaya soil Neteyam gets more than he bargained for.

Grovel 🤍💔🔞

Lo'ak broke your heart all those years ago. If he plans to woo you once more it is going to take a lot more than a debonair grin.

Neteyam x reader x Lo’ak Series 

Lesson Learned 🔞

You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.

Marked 🔞

Neteyam and Lo’ak have many different ways of staking their claim on you.

Consequences 🔞

Hanging out with your favorite male friend after a heated argument with Neteyam isn’t the smartest course of action. 

Welcome Home🔞💛

It seems ridiculous to care, but Lo'ak isn't the most estatic to see how you and Neteyam have spent your time while he's been away. You're more than willing to give him his own little one on one time.

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[ewyaschild]

Hmm for Lo’ak how about..

Him feeling extremely insecure due to him having some “sky people” traits such as 5 fingers, eyebrows, etc and people constantly telling him he has “demon blood”

We obviously come to the rescue though with kisses, and he’s all soft and subby laying with his back on the ground and we’re just kissing all his “insecurities” away.

Feel free to add in anything else you think would be a good idea 😉

i hope u don't mind that i turned this into headcanons! 💌

insecure lo'ak headcanons ⚘

sfw :

he obvi has his own features he's not so fond

you often find him comparing himself to neteyam

he'll say stuff like :

"why can't i look like him? why can't i look normal?"

he barley shows this with deep emotion because he doesn't want to be a burden but will talk if you ask

he adores you so much that he's slowly being convinced out of his insecurities due to your kind words.

he loves it when you kiss his hands, face, or any part of his body he doesn't like

lo'ak feels so at peace with you because you make him feel so welcomed, so normal

often he will come into your marui unannounced when he's feeling really down

crawls over to you like a dog LMAO and just plops himself on top of you,

he wants u to hold him like he's ur baby and that's what you'll do!!!

he kisses spots on your face (brow bone, eyes, lips) when he's feeling insecure about his

NOBODY can cheer him up like you do.

every time you give him a sweet pep talk, he always gets so mushy and soft

he shows his appreciation and thanks by physical affection

kiri will tease him a lot about certain features because she also shares them, but doesn't know how personal lo'ak takes it ☠️ so he goes to you to complain

"she called me unibrow today! my eyebrows are thinner than hers!"

he is never shy or hides his hands or face cause he likes the way you praise and support his avatar/human-like features :)

nsfw:

lo'ak looooovessss it when you give his hands attention!!! lo'ak with a hand kink!!! i said it!!!

anything that ranges from a hand massage to sucking on his fingers, he'll whine and beg you to do it

"please... it feels good when you use your mouth..."

after training or hunting he'll come to your marui (or shared one)

and will touch your body all over until you grab his hands and kneed them into yours, it drives him NUTS

after a while he'll start whining and moaning because it feels so good.

you'll say something like "show me what those hands do."

you say it as a joke and internally cringe but it genuinely turns him on ☠️

he loves it when you use your hands too

his favorite position is when you're on top of him, kissing his face and rubbing his arms / hands

usually it's soft and wholesome but then soon enough a boner is rubbing against your thigh because he's enjoying it way too much

if you continue this without paying attention to his "problem" he'll end up cumming in his loincloth untouched anyways

with that being said, when you're sucking on his fingers during any type of sexual activity he cums immediately

he loves watching you enjoy the parts of himself he doesn't, it gets him off

there will definitely be times when you're in public and you subconsciously give him a hand massage since it's such a regular routine

you snap out of it when you hear heavy breathing and almost unnoticeable whines coming from your boyfriend

"baby- please not right now?"

he'll plead you to stop because it's embarrassing how much he enjoys it

but you'll tease him and say something like

"but i thought you love this lo'?"

it feels so amazing he doesn't want to stop you so he ends up excusing you both and going somewhere private

he doesn't like telling you exactly what he wants verbally because it's sooo humiliating for him. what if someone hears?

but you love to pry it out of him

he'll be tapping your thighs and rubbing your back or waist more than usual

you'll hit him with the "what do you want?" cus you know he wants something

"what? i cant touch my (partner) anymore?"

cause he's embarrassed

"tell me what you want, baby."

he'll start to get frustrated at this point

"you know what i want..."

this goes on until he's honestly begging you to touch him because lo'ak is stubborn and won't listen for shit unless it's 100% in his favor!

a/n: i love making headcanons omg?? if u see this and like it send requestsssss lolz

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