#dark neteyam
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Little Gift- Tremble
Pairing: Soft Dark Neteyam x Fem Human Reader
Little Gift Masterlist
Beautiful adult Neteyam pic by @cinetrix2
Summary: This is your last chance to run.
Warnings: aged up Neteyam, NSFW minors do not interact, dark Neteyam, NONCON/DUBCON, spanking, dirty talk, punishment, size difference, etc.
A/N: This one took a little longer than intended with all the life stuff going on, but yay it's here. Also, migt have gotten a little carried away with this part.
The outpost feels like a relic of a different time. One that you have only heard of in stories, but now seeing those worn down bunk beds and the corner of a room that Spider calls his own, it doesn’t feel as glorious. The worst part, however, is how naked you feel around other humans. It’s only a slight comfort that Spider is wearing Na’vi apparel too.
“Oh and yeah and this is a spear I made in Awalatuu.” Spider says. “But maybe let’s move it out of the way.” He gives an awkward chuckle but it’s obvious that his only concern is you suddenly deciding to use it against him.
Your arrival at the outpost had been anything but graceful. In hindsight you would have preferred to meet these people face to face instead of over Neteyam’s shoulder.
“If you want we can uh….watch a movie. Oh yeah I bet I could swipe Norm’s Star Wars collection.”
You don’t return the smile he gives you, too busy awkwardly sitting on his bed while pouting. You never thought it would feel strange to be back in a place like this but after being around the Na’vi for the past week, the outpost feels like walking into a rundown dollhouse. Everything is your size and nothing is as beautifully crafted as Neteyam’s kelku.
The awkward silence is slightly painful but you can’t find it within yourself to feel bad for Spider. Not when he hasn’t shown even a morsel of sympathy for your situation. Your own kind and not even they find it important to get you out of here. Not that they could anyways. No doubt Neteyam would view such actions as a betrayal.
“He wouldn’t let you come along, huh?” You finally ask.
Spider stops digging through the worn down hard drives.
“Who?”
“Neteyam. Didn’t want you coming to see the RDA off either?”
Spider scoffs at the, leaving the tech behind to cross the small room.
“I wouldn’t say that. I’m not the one he’s worried about getting into trouble.”
Spider may not have heightened senses like the Na’vi but you worry that he sees the way your hands ball around the thin blankets.
“So Lo’ak handed the role of babysitter off to you somehow.” You lean back against the cold wall, trying to appear bored by the conversation.
“Just for today. He was clear that I would only be a substitute.”
Your brows furrow at that. Maybe Lo’ak doesn’t mind watching over you as much as he lets on. Then again Lo’ak never fails to find your company amusing, and for all the wrong reasons. Some days you wonder if Neteyam would really be cross with you for slapping his brother across the face. Maybe if you batted your lashes and played it off as self defense….
“Well I’m sorry you can’t be there.”
It’s Spider’s turn to look confused.
“Why?”
“Colonel Quaritch is your dad, isn’t he?”
“That asshole is nothing close to a father.” Spider’s jaw clenches, posturing already shifting to loom over you. He may be human but his six foot frame of striped muscle greatly outweighs your own.
“Oh trust me, I know. Quaritch has been nothing but a tyrant my entire life. I honestly don’t know how he managed to get back into General Ardmore’s good graces after half the stunts he has pulled. That’s why I was excited for today. Finally see that bastard put in his place.” Spider watches you closely. In some ways it feels like all he is missing he ears and tail of a Na’vi.
“Thought maybe you would want to see that too.”
You know a good deal about Spider Soccoro. He is a story that is often shared among the recombinants but never in Quaritch’s presence. Many tales have been told of the feral stripped boy that was more trouble than worth. You wonder if the stories would have been different if he hadn’t chosen the Sullys in the end. Still, even with their biased filters you know that they put Spider through hell.
Kidnapping is traumatic enough without having to watch islands burn and friends cry for justice.
“I don’t care what happens to that bastard.” Spider huffs before promptly turning around and fishing through the hard drives once more. You’ve killed the already strained mood.
“Well then you’re a better person than me. Good for you.” Spider doesn’t answer but you can tell he is listening.
A bitter laugh escapes you. “Hell, I’ve only had to put up with him from a distance and I would ring his neck myself if given the chance.”
Spider’s fingers fiddle with a blue hard drive, eyes staring down thoughtfully.
“But I guess I should trust Neteyam to give him what he deserves. Watch that monster tuck his tail and accept his failure for what it is.” It’s the one cause you consider Neteyam and yourself on the same side of.
Leaning back, you prop your feet up onto the creaky mattress.
“Yeah.” He says shortly.
“Ugh don’t get me started on Lyle though-”
“What are you trying to do?” Spider springs to his feet, glaring daggers down at you.
“What do-”
“Do you think I’m really that stupid? Neteyam told me you would do this. Trying to spin a story that would allow you to escape.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re startled by the outburst to say the least but at this point there is nothing to lose. This man you only met fifteen minutes ago is the difference between spending the rest of your days here and returning back to Earth. Neteyam’s punishments are far from being enough to deter you from taking this chance.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to-”
“Would it kill you to just stay out of trouble for this one day? For my sake?” The look he gives you is anything but tender in comparison to his words.
The bitter taste of impending failure is already settling in. You can already feel the immense weight of this dread and it springs you into action. This can’t be the end.
It won’t be.
“Can you really blame me though? For wanting to say goodbye to everything and everyone I have ever known?”
Spider goes quiet, hazel eyes suddenly avoiding your own gaze.
“Believe whatever you want but the fact is this day will never repeat. This is literal history and…” You voice quivers, blunt teeth sinking into your bottom lip in restraint. The last barrier to holding the words back. “The last glimpse at my old life.”
You don’t allow the gravity of those whispered words to plant themselves. This is all a ruse after all. Just enough sadness to get Spider to cooperate and yet saying it out loud feels like tying an anchor to your ankle. Truly realizing how stuck you may be from here on out.
Spider doesn’t say anything for a long while. Neither of you look at each other, letting the silence sizzle between you.
And then finally….
“We have to be quick.”
“And no touching anything. I mean it, shit out here can be extremely poisonous.” Spider rattles on, listing yet another rule to follow as the two of you venture through the thick terrain. You roll your eyes. You may not be a match for the creatures of Pandora physically but you’ve studied enough to understand what to stay away from.
“We’re there for five minutes tops, got it?” Spider says as he pushes a hanging branch out of your path.
“Yes sir.” You salute him playfully. Now that you are less than a mile away from Bridgehead a certain giddiness begins to take over. It swirls together with your nerves and apprehension but it doesn’t deter you. This is the closest you have been to freedom in a week.
Eywa’s mightiest creatures could not keep you from your goal.
Years down the road when you wake up from kyro this will all be some awful dream that embeds itself into your revenge arch. Starting with Miles Quaritch of course.
“I’m being serious. Neteyam will kill me if he sees you out here. I’m sticking my neck out for you.”
“It will be worth it.” You say simply, a skip in your step when you recognize the familiar path that leads back to Bridgehead. This the same one you had carved deeper with every trip you had taken to your oasis. Looking back there is nothing more you regret but the sight of it still makes you smile.
Spider never stops his stern rambling. Despite the fact that he is built like a Greek God, his speeches do little to intimidate you. Not when you’re used to nine feet of solid muscle and sharp canines.
There is a bank that overhangs Bridgehead. A spot that Spider deems the perfect lookout for the two of you. You consider trying to convince him to get the two of you closer. After all, what good is a farewell that can’t be heard? Truth is, there really aren’t many people you would bother trying to say goodbye to. Jeremy moved on from you months ago, you have very little friends outside of that and what little you did have can be nothing but traitors by letting you get offered up without complaint.
It feels like a risky move, however. Spider is sure to catch wind of your deception at the first hints of you disobeying.
“Here,” Spider mutters, suddenly pulling your arm so you stand directly in front of him. This leaves you sandwiched between the cliff’s edge and Spider’s tall frame.
“Hey!” You snip at him, ripping your arm from his hold.
“This way I can keep a close eye on you.” He smirks, hands resting confidently on his hips because he knows as well as you that his physical prowess greatly outweighs your own. It’s clear his trust is far from being earned.
“Well do you have to breathe down my neck? Christ! I could use some space.”
“No chance.” Spider responds shortly but his eyes are already scanning the crowd of RDA members below.
“Neteyam doesn’t really take kindly to others sniffing around me.”
You hate to play that card but it seems to be the only one you have in your deck and if you have any chance of getting out of here, Spider can’t be pressed up against you. A harsh glare is thrown down at you but with knitted brows and a fierce frown, the male takes a few steps back. It isn’t much, surely his presence will still be your first obstacle, but it’s a start.
Every minute that passes by feels like torture. You watch as palettes of heavy equipment and artillery are rolled along the concrete with Na’vi supervising. Each one packed away is a signal of passing time, another stream of sand that falls through your hourglass of opportunity. The real nerves, however, kick in when the line of RDA members are escorted onto the ship.
How long is it going to take them to load everyone?
How long until your hopes are dashed?
You spot Neteyam taking his place at the head. He is dressed up in his traditional Olo’eyktan gear completely with a feathered mantle and oval forehead jewelry, but this time he holds a gun. He holds it with confidence, finger strategically placed over the barrel and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. His golden eyes spark today like fire. Even from your lookout spot from above, you can feel that darting heat.
You pray that they never fall on you again.
Spider shifts over your shoulder suddenly, blonde dreads ticking your neck. You scramble out of his space but instead of jerking you into place as you expect, he takes your spot at the front. Brows knitting together, you watch him carefully as he crawls forward.
Finally you spot what has captured his undivided attention.
Colonel Miles Quaritch sternly leads his band of mutants through the crowd. They tower so high over the rest of the Sky People the sight is almost comedic. However, Spider is doing anything but laughing. His mask fogs up as he watches the scene with intensity.
It’s like he is dead to the world, eyes trained on the man that has been anything but a father to him.
You expect him to cheer, snarl, anything that shouts of victory. It was promises of seeing karma after all that had bought you this outing but Spider is silent and still. And then there is something else that flashes over his demeanor, a pang of emotion that is hard for you to place.
Pain?
Hatred?
Guilt?
This swirl of tangled feelings is confusing.
Perhaps there is still so much more to learn about Spider Socorro.
Regardless, this is your chance and you plan to take it. Tension bleeding into the moment you watch Spider diligently while beginning to back away. It feels as if the world’s ambience has been muffled into background noise and the only sound breaking through is the obnoxious puff of each breath through your mask. Neteyam hadn’t given you the serum shot this morning, assuming you would be spending the whole day in the outpost. Now, however, you wish he had.
Spider is so enveloped in the moment, however, that he gives no recognition of the sound or even branch you clumsily snap when backing down from the cliff’s edge.
There is no telling how long this trance will last or at what point you will be out of ear shot so you risk it all.
Bare feet tingling in protest, you race across the forest floor. There’s no sign of an easy and stealthy way down into Bridgehead. Going back down your normal path would risk Spider spotting you race by. That’s not an option but neither is falling to your death. On the east side the cliff shallows out into a grassy hill. If you’re lucky enough you might just be able to creep down it and remain hidden beneath the heavy greenery.
Upon reaching it, however, you step on loose dirt and the world rapidly spins around you. With neither a hint of grace or stealth you clumsily roll down the hill. Your muscles ache by the time you clunk to the bottom and you’re sure there are other injuries to be found. Adrenaline dulling the pain and panic, you dart to hide in the nearest bush instantly.
The scene is so much louder now that you are up close. Heavy trucks make blaring beeping sounds while reversing and Na’vi freely let out loose cries of victory and foreign threats. The commotion is just enough to have your presence remain undetected.
You don’t bank on that lasting for long though.
Your scanty traditional Na’vi attire is sure to draw attention. You need different clothes and you need it fast. Scaling around the outskirts of the chaos, you miraculously manage to make it to that familiar run down door. Sector two-your building.
Paranoia constantly scraping at your attention, you barely let the room equalize before ripping your mask off. These hallways feel so different than you remember them. Perhaps it is the feel of the metal floors beneath bare feet or the lacking furniture and crowd. It sends a chill up your spine as you sprint towards your room.
How much time do you have?
They can’t have loaded more than half of the crew by now.
And yet, the sight of deserted halls makes your feet slap against the floor faster.
Get dressed. Immerse yourself in the crowd. Hide until take off is through and then find a kyro capsule.
You mentally check through this list.
Piece of cake.
Maybe saying it out loud would make it sound less like a fool’s hope.
Fuck it. The odds don’t matter and neither do your nerves. This is a necessity, pure survival and that will be enough to keep you going. It will because it has to.
Your feet slip across the laminated floor when you frantically scramble to go back the way you came. Two tall and ominous shadows wrap from around the opposite corner and you are afforded just enough time to dart behind a wall before Lyle and Z Dawg appear.
“You’re an idiot.” She says.
“Yeah yeah say whatever you want but don’t pretend like you wouldn’t rip someone in half for a Big Mac right now.” Lyle defends himself, their shadows now paint the dimly lit corridor, stretching closer and closer to your tucked away spot.
You could run, but these are recombinants. They would pick up the sound of your footsteps in an instant. The wind from your sprint would carry your scent.
“Sure, but I asked what your first meal back on Earth would be, not what your guilty pleasure fast food order is.”
“These savages can keep their overgrown weeded garden of a planet. I want some fucking chicken nuggets!”
As their voices become louder it appears that running will be your only choice after all.
“I don’t even know why I ask at this point.” She sighs and a short hiss echoes down the hallway.
You swallow the lump in your throat, feet repositioning as you prepare yourself to run. If you were smart you would have already been halfway down the hallway at this point but some part of you refuses to move. It clings to hope foolishly.
“Well I’m sure-”
“Shut up asshole. The comm.” Z Dawg hisses and they both turn silent, no doubt listening to the orders on the other end.
Your hands are shaking now, that tremor traveling up your shoulders as you await their response.
“Copy that.” Lyle says and then the sound of heavy boots recedes into the distance.
You can hardly believe your luck.
That dark cloud of dread ripples away and hope takes its place once more. Maybe you can pull this off after all.
Your room is exactly as you left it. No one has bothered to pack up any of your things or even dispose of your half folded laundry. This tiny corner of a shared living space has been your own for your whole life, everything you have known. It feels so small now.
Rifling through the laundry basket you find a loose green tee and a pair of tan shorts. You originally had a whole outfit planned for this day, something comfortable but nice. Those garments are, however, still crumpled up on the ground. This will have to do.
As you hastily slip them over the beaded jewelry and tewng you pray to whatever god will listen that this will be enough to keep you incognito. You are barely finished buttoning up the shorts when heavy footsteps ring down the hallway.
Their echo is soft, no doubt still several halls away but they are progressively getting louder. Now is not the time to take any more risks. This room is tiny and already cramped with scattered junk. Hiding under your bed would not only be idiotic but near impossible with the way your creaky bed swoopes so low to the ground. There is, however, an old built-in cabinet above that you’ve used to hold your clothes.
It’s just barely big enough for you to squeeze into so with those footsteps getting louder and your own terror sky rocketing, you push everything out of it and shove your body into the metal space. The door has metal slots with just enough slant to allow your visual through it.
Your clammy right hand presses over your mouth when the door to the room creaks open.
Neteyam strolls in leisurely, eyes sweeping over the cramped space with interest. With wide eyes and strangled lungs, you watch him prowl through the area slowly. He bends down to run his fingers over the rumbled sheets, the back of his hand lingers over your pillow case.
He takes his time looking through the various knick knacks and cords littering your night stand. He doesn’t hesitate to ball the old picture of Jeremy into his fists. Its remains are tossed to the side without care.
Did he toss the real Jeremy like that?
You make a vow to find him as soon as you make it on board.
Assuming Neteyam hasn’t already hunted him down.
You could look for whatever is left of Jeremy.
You can’t think about that now, though. Not as your heart is pounding against your ribs like a bird trying to escape a cage. Not when Neteyam lifts his mask for a sip of air as he plays with your tiny music box.
He is gentle with all of your belongings, roaming through the area like a man that doesn’t have hundreds of Sky People to threaten off of his planet. Surely, he will have to leave soon. He’s just here out of curiosity, more of his stalker tendencies pushing him to invade your space.
The music box looks like a Christmas ornament in his palm and you worry that he will accidently crush it. It was a pain in the ass to get and a possession you have always treasured because of that. Neteyam’s ears push forward when he finally figures out how to start the music and that delicate ballerina begins to twirl.
“Maybe it’s all of your silly trinkets.” He breaks the silence, you startle slightly. He can’t be talking to you, you remind yourself. Neteyam thinks he is alone, just nosing through your old room as he thinks out loud. “Is that what you miss so much? What has you running off and acting naughty, little gift?”
He’s bluffing. There is no way he could know you are here. Your scent has to be strong in the room but that’s to be expected since this was your living space. Ironically this should be the perfect place to hide away.
“You know,” He starts, carefully placing the music box back down. “I was planning on letting you bring some of these funny things back to our kelku once you start behaving. A little incentive to be my good girl.”
The knot in your throat is near impossible to gulp down and when you do, his ears twitch. You don’t want to believe it. How did he find you? You tug your legs closer to your chest as if you can contort yourself into a small enough ball that will magically disappear.
“But it’s obvious now that you respond better to retribution than reward.”
It’s a miracle that your lip doesn’t split from how hard your teeth press into it. Neteyam may not be able to track your scent here but the smell of blood would be a dead giveaway. All signs point to being caught but you aren’t ready to hand over the last shreds of hope yet. Neteyam doesn’t know about the cabinet. He’s bluffing about knowing you are here. No one has seen you.
“We can revisit the idea of a reward system later, pet.”
The muscles in your legs are cramping beyond relief, begging you to stretch out. You don’t heed these discomforts, too paralyzed by the proximity of your captor. Neteyam on the other hand appears deceivingly content and relaxed, rummaging through your things as if he has all the time in the world.
He carefully opens your nightstand drawer and those hairless eyebrows raise immediately. The bras are tossed to the side with the same care as the picture but then tiny little lace fabric hangs from his fingers. It’s far from your greatest problem but your cheeks heat anyways when he carefully observes your light purple panties.
Out of all the drawers to open it seems that Neteyam knows just the one to torment you with.
“Then again,” The Olo’eyktan smirks. “These are quite cute.” And this time instead of inhaling from the respirator he soaks in the scent from the small fabric instead. Your thighs clench together.
“Wouldn’t mind having my little tawtute model these for me.” He hums, while pulling out several more pairs. He tucks them away safely in a small pouch attached to his loincloth. “That is, once I finally get rid of this rebellious streak of yours.”
You allow yourself a small sigh when Neteyam goes around to the other side of the bed, just enough distance for you to breathe properly.
“Time to come out, little gift.” He squats down onto his haunches, prowling across the floor like a predator on track. He must be searching for you and if that is true then you may still have a chance yet. Neteyam may think you are in here but he doesn’t know where exactly.
Thoughts race through your mind at a thousand miles per minute. They twist and twirl to find some way that you could get out of this situation unscathed. The doorway is visible through the slanted slits of the cupboard. With the proper footing you may be able to close that distance with a courageous leap. And maybe, just maybe that would be enough to catch Neteyam off guard and give you a head start.
You make one fatal mistake, however.
If there is one thing a good prey knows to do, it is to keep sight of their predator at all times.
Your feet don’t even get the chance to hit the ground, instead dangling and thrashing once you are caught with a strong hold around your waist. Hoping is waning but disappointment sprouts into increased vigor as your nails digging into his arms and legs struggle to kick back at him.
“YOU MOTHERFUCK-” Your cursing slings into a shriek when Neteyam grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to strongly crane your head backwards. His golden eyes are dilated until only a thin rim of molten gold is visible. The weight of his angry gaze takes your breath away.
“Enough.” He enunciates the word, like a drawn sword ready to slash. “Listen closely, pet.” The lump in your throat goes down with a strained gulp. “There is not an inch of this Sky Demon hell hole or corner of this planet that you can run to without being drawn back to me. You are mine and I’ve done well to mark my property.” The fingers intertwined in your hair tickle over the back of your neck, no doubt leaving the trail of his scent behind. “You reek of me.”
Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and you flutter them closed to avoid his burning attention.
“As you should.” His voice rumbles as nothing more than a growl against the nape of your neck.
“I never asked for this!” Your fighting dimms down to nothing more than squirming as gritting the choked words out sucks your energy away. Before you can do anything to stop it, tears blaze trails down your cheeks. “Just let me go! Please!”
“Quiet, pet.”
Another yank to your hair and the words die on your lips. It’s clear now that the time for fun and games is over. Neteyam wastes no time in throwing you onto the creaky mattress and covering your body with his own until he becomes a shadow blocking out the fluorescent light above. His thighs straddle your waist, putting just enough weight down to keep you in place.
“No more tears.” He sighs, with down turned lips, but doesn’t pause his bunching of your tee shirt. “It’s clear I’ve been spoiling you too much.”
A broken grasp is pulled from your throat when he easily tears the shirt straight down the middle. You’re not sure what you are trying to accomplish as you swat at his working hands. The shirt was neither your favorite nor of great importance but you still try to stop the onslaught of ripping.
Confused and overwhelmed you squirm as he rips it into wide ribbons of fabric and then without warning you are flipped onto your stomach. You scramble to crawl away but Neteyam’s plants a foot on your ass and that is unfortunately all it takes to pin you down. Your hands are snatched next, forced together behind your back as the ripped stripes of your own shirt are used as makeshift rope to tie your wrists together.
Something about him using your own personal clothing to keep you bound for him has your legs kicking out fiercely. It won’t do much damage even if you manage to hit him, but there needs to be an outlet for your anger. You need to feel like there is still some wreckage for you to inflict. The last tiny shred of power that you cling to for dear life.
Neteyam isn’t in the mood to put up with your outbursts. Much like a fresh kill from his hunting trips he keeps you pinned and makes quick work of binding you imobile. The action is so well rehearsed and instinctual in fact that he already moves on to his next task of destroying your shorts.
Shrieks and small clawing fingers are simply background ambience for the Olo’eyktan as he works. Surprisingly the small tawtute sized Na’vi clothing is not exempt from the male’s destructive hands. They too become nothing more than rolling beads and scraps of fabric falling to the floor.
Your string of bloody curses are only temporarily interrupted by your own gasp when Neteyam takes a seat on the bed and throws you over his knee in one swift move. Kicking is no longer an option for your rage when he swings one leg over both of yours. Blood rushes to your head but even dizziness can’t stop your violent outrage.
However, it appears a cracking smack to your upturned ass can.
The pain doesn’t ripple forward until a few moments after your shock has subsided. Neteyam has always had creative ways of punishing you but this is different. You’d figured that he would never lay a hand on you after all that he has droned on and on about how important it is to protect a fragile thing like you.
But another hit accompanies the first and this time you can’t hold back your small squeak.
“Just as I thought.” He spanks you again, his hand mercilessly hitting both cheeks with every strike. “You’ve been practically begging for a firmer hand.” The cry that the next rapid three slaps pull from you is one that you don’t recognize.
“Pretty little things like you still struggle to remember their place.”
“Stop! Stop!” You shriek, trapped legs still fruitlessly sprawling for escape.
“Don’t worry, little gift.” He squeezes one of your pink cheeks after this last spank. “That’s what I am here for. I won’t let your silly little tawtute tendencies keep you away from me.”
It doesn’t take long for the color of your backside to match your face as the blood drains to your head. Neteyam is persistent, hardly batting an eye at your cries and shrieks. From cursing to death threats, none of your spewed venom makes him flinch. If anything you manage to catch his small smirk when you twist to glare up at him. You don’t make that mistake again when you find this behavior only rewards you with condescending coos from the Na’vi.
“That’s a good girl. Let all those nasty words go.” He purrs, heavy hand never letting up on your poor bottom.
It’s this praise that has your mouth clamping shut. You hold back any and every sound you can as your ass takes a beating. Which is not a lot when the Na’vi male has unfathomable strength and your backside already feels like flames could erupt from it at any moment.
“Oh pet, I’ve hardly even touched you and you’re already blushing so pretty for me.” Neteyam hums in delight, hand roaming over your burning ass like an art piece just waiting to be admired properly.
Hardly even touched you?
Is this just his way of being an ass or are you truly that far from the finish line?
You jolt when one finger slips between the crack of your cheeks, teasing over your hole gently. A sound caught between a scream and whimper erupts from you without thought. Bound hands flatten and flail to cover the untouched area but Neteyam simply chuckles and lets his own hand retreat.
“Mawey, tiyawn.” Neteyam pats your backside softly, almost in a casual reassuring manner. “Another day.”
It’s hard to say what is more humiliating. Being bound and turned over the Olo’eyktan’s knee like a naughty child or the wetness trickling from your pussy at the feel of his teasing fingers in a place you’ve never dared let anyone else explore before.
Pain is a great distraction from your humiliation. So much so that it eventually motivates you to dash pride to the side and begin your pleading.
“A-ah Neteyam! I’m sorry! I’m sorry…eh-ah I-I’ll be good!” It’s not even clear what you are trying to say anymore. Your mouth runs on autopilot, throwing out any line of remorse in hopes of one doing the job. “I ngh-ah didn’t mean to! I won’t run! Can’t take anymo- ah! Neteyam!”
He reigns his hits to warm the underside of your thighs too, moving between that vulnerable area and your ass in such an erratic way that it is impossible to anticipate where the next will land.
Plea after plea is thrown out but resembles nothing more than garbled desperation, nothing that can pass as a full sentence.
However, one call catches his attention.
“Olo’eyktan please!”
The sound of slapping skin stops.
Tears continue to plunge down your cheeks even without the constant spanking, your ass burns and tingles in shock. The tuft of his tail poruses over your naked thighs, sending a sensation both painful and ticklish.
“Repeat, pet.”
“Wha-what?” You stammer, voice thick with tears.
“What did you say?” That large hand comes down once more like a crack of lightning.
“AH! Olo’eyktan O-Olo’eyktan please please please. No more no more!”
He smooths over your knotted hair, pushing it away from your sweaty temple and tear stained face. It’s tempting to look away from his soft gaze but intuition tells you to let him see the trembling state he has left you in. Let him witness how pitiful and distraught a simple spanking has made you be.
“I….I’m sorry, Olo’eyktan.”
Neteyam smiles like one would at a lover, a tender pride lacing his lips.
“You’re learning, pet.”
Putting batteries in that small remote was a mistake. A ridiculous useless mistake that now leaves you standing on shaky legs. The pink vibrator that has resided in your nightstand drawer dutifully on hand for years is now the source of your torment.
Well, maybe not the source per say.
No, the true origin of this humiliation stares back at you with knowing eyes and swatting tail, his large hand making that tiny remote look like a children’s toy. The vibrator buzzes inside of you on the lowest setting, but that relief can only last for so long with the way Neteyam enjoys jumping between the different levels.
Every last shredded piece of your Na’vi and human clothing lays back on the floor of your old bedroom. The only savior of your decency is Neteyam’s cloak that he had thrown around your shoulders. With the size difference this cloak acts more like a dress and therefore gives you more coverage than you’ve had in a week yet somehow leaves you feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Trembling fingers never stray from the seams of the cloak, keeping it wrapped around you tightly as the crowds of humans and Na’vi continue to pass you.
Neteyam has left you with one of the other Na’vi warriors but never out of his sight. It’s a miracle that your hands were cut loose in the first place but perhaps that is another sick joke the Olo’eyktan plays on you. He knows that you won’t run. He knows you can’t run. His attention and promised consequences for misbehavior are more than enough to keep you tucked in his pocket.
That and of course his control over the rippling vibrations that torture your pussy.
The nearest warrior is sure to be noticing your frazzled state by now. At least he has the decency to hide his interest, unlike another Na’vi that watched from the sidelines. Lo’ak, leaned against one of the hoverships like it’s a random Tuesday afternoon, watches with a small smirk and perked ears. If Neteyam notices, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with it because Lo’ak is left unbothered in his ogling.
The tempo increases, the vibrator now picking a pattern of random pulses that bash against your sweet spot. Bottom lip bleeding now from your biting, it’s a struggle to keep your moans at bay. With the heavy machinery moving and hundreds of Na’vi and humans passing surely there must be enough noise to block out any degrading sounds you make. But you can’t take that risk. You’ve made the mistake of underestimating the Na’vi’s enhanced hearing before and that is what has landed you here.
Neteyam twirls the tiny remote between his fingers like a fidget toy as another Na’vi warrior comes to report.
You start to commiserate the loss of that ridiculous human sized loincloth Neteyam made you because at least then there was some fabric barrier to hide your wetness. Now, the thick Pandoran air runs up the cloak and over your soaked thighs and cunt. It reminds you constantly how pathetic you have become as orgasm after orgasm has escaped your grip. Even worse it reminds you how easy it is to carry that aroused scent through the breeze for all Na’vi to detect. At that rate, worrying about your noises is the least of your concerns.
Lo’ak reloads the machine gun with practiced hands, moving with muscle memory so he can continue to stare and send silent messages your way. No doubt he is theorizing on what exactly his brother has done to diminish you to such a state. His eyes dance with those ideas, the little quirk of his lips telling you just how creative and vial his thoughts have turned.
Another level up and this time it is Neteyam’s eyes that have you squirming. Your impending orgasm coils tighter and tighter with every passing second and you're so desperate to find some way to release this energy that your bare feet begin fidgeting against the concrete. It’s almost like a little dance, one that has Lo’ak laughing under his breath.
It stops.
You breathe.
There is some sort of commotion off in the distance. Not one that you can truly pin down the source of but you do notice the way Neteyam nods as a Na’vi female says something to him. With a wave she is dismissed and then the Olo’eyktan saunters off. Although slightly worried over the trouble, you are grateful for the respite.
And then a nightmare unfurls before your eyes.
Instead of marching to the issue, Neteyam takes a pit stop to converse with his younger brother. Lo’ak’s tail whips in the wind at whatever is whispered in his ear but the real horror comes when that traitor of a remote is handed over to the younger Sully male.
You are seconds away from stomping over there and crushing that pink little weapon before the other male can wield it. However, your dutiful guard places a hand on your shoulder after just one step. His eyes remain locked forward but the warning is enough as his hand retreats. You are still being watched.
With one last glance your way, Neteyam has the audacity to give you, his little pet, a warm smile before leaving you in the hands of his brother.
Lo’ak swings the gun around to his back in favor of playing with his new toy. Every dark and viscous fiber left within you is channeled into the glare you give him. It should say everything that your lips can not.
Don’t you dare.
Don’t you fucking dare.
Now would be a good time to look into Na’vi curses, anything you could betrix upon him for what he is about to do, because of course Lo’ak won’t back down. If anything that fire in your eyes lights his own delight and has him sitting down and bracing forward. Forearms resting on his thighs he clocks your every movement.
This is sure to be the best entertainment the bastard has had in a long time.
He savors the passing moments of anticipation. Never backing down from the ultimate seething looks you give him. Finally a crash sounds and that distraction is right when Lo’ak sets the vibrator to high. From zero to one hundred, pleasure rackets through you like a shock wave. The force is so much that it temporarily makes you stumble on your feet. The other guard wordlessly steadies you back into place.
Lo’ak’s grin is feral.
This silent battle slips between your fingers so quickly it is hard to comprehend, because all that can register in your brain is how fast you are hurtling towards an orgasm. After Neteyam’s denial your body is high strung and ready to take any sensation as fuel to push you over the edge. Nails digging into the soft fabric of Neteyam’s cloak, pleasure rockets higher and higher until only the whites of your eyes are visible.
Knees bowing inward, ecstasy is finally yours.
There isn’t enough energy left to question why Lo’ak let you reach your high. Instead you focus on riding that wave while simultaneously keeping upright.
That persistent buzzing against your sweet spot continues until your nerves are short circuiting. The pleasure turns to overstimulation and you give Lo’ak a look that alerts him of this change.
His amusement tells you that he already knows your predicament but his thumb remains far from the off button.
Pathetic noises now bubble up your throat without restraint as pleasure ebbs into pain. It switches back and forth until another release is on the verge of consuming your being. The guard next to you doesn’t say anything when he helps to sit on the cold ground.
The second orgasm has a bitter taste to it but your greedy pussy clenches around the toy all the same. It’s almost too bad that Neteyam decided not to gag you because at least that would muffle your cries as you rock down onto the toy. Lo’ak gulps at the sight, pupils blown wide when the first glimmer of tears scrape down your cheeks.
Regardless, he shows no mercy as he takes in the show with undivided interest.
Vaguely you register the bustle and commotion around you as different Na’vi and humans rush to and fro, giant machinery finally backing into place but they are only background noise to your third orgasm.
Your body is caught between delight and despair with every passing second. When you are close to reaching your peak for the fourth time your body is resistant to get you there all the way. The intense buzzing in your pussy is driving you wild but still not enough to drag out another orgasm after being too overstimulated. Despite the soreness that emanates from your wrecked hole, your clit throbs in agony. Begging to be touched. To be licked. Pinched. Flicked. God, anything at this point.
Memories of Neteyam doing just that surface, pushing you closer and closer to another dumbing climax and yet only serve as a reminder of how you are not getting the treatment you so desperately need. Pride is dashed to the side, you’ll worry about the consequences of grinding onto the toy in public later.
Lo’ak’s hands roughly brush over his inner thighs and it draws your attention. The taunt muscle and smooth skin of those thighs would surely brush over your intimate flesh so perfectly. He would probably help you too, hands clawing at your hips as they urge you back and forth over the area. Even more so, the younger brother would not be able to pass up the opportunity to show his power over the situation, muscles flexing to tease your clit oh so beautifully.
You’re not sure when Lo’ak became telepathic but he grips his knees and gives you a look that says he knows every dark desire that plagues your brain. His nails press into that soft flesh and drag until there are pretty red marks left behind. If you crawled over there sweetly, would he let you ride? Maybe if you healed those red marks with open mouthed kisses and kitten licks.
Unaroused you would be ashamed of this train of thought but she is so far gone now.
The only thing your poor abused cunt is begging for was attention. Anything to get this awful mix of heaven and hell to bleed into euphoric release and rest.
The only thing stopping you from reaching down and finishing the job yourself is the assurance that Lo’ak would snip all pleasure in a bud at the sight of any touching.
The area has been cleared of invaders. Na’vi begin to make their way off to the hills before take off but you are none the wiser. Caught in your own little bubble you don’t even notice when a sudden shadow blocks out the sun. That is until, large warm hands slip under the cloak and skate over your spread legs.
Such a simple touch has never made you whimper more.
Neteyam’s accent is thicker now, words heavy enough to hardly understand the meaning as he coos at you. “There’s my sweet pet. Little slut just wants to come again, don’t you?”
His fingers force your legs to spread even wider. Lo’ak’s stares as if his glare could heat up enough to burn through that cloak.
With such delicacy it makes you want to scream, Neteyam uses two fingers to part your pussy lips and expose your pulsing clit. The other hand slithers down to rest on your thigh as you try to buck against the air.
“Come for your Olo’eyktan, pet,” He growls and with the other hand he begins delivering rapid little taps to your clit. It’s humiliating how tiny the gesture that puts you over the edge is but you paint the toy white regardless.
When the vibrator finally takes a rest you are too far lost in your own little world. Neteyam swaddles you in the cloak and carries you in his arm as you bury into his chest. And conveniently, when you are tucked back in the forest there is no awareness left in you to recognize the sound of launching ships.
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I See You (Chapter 2)
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Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sully Family X f!Reader
Summary: You know that after the Sully brothers found you, your life will never be the same again. A part of you want to forget about your past and start a new life with this obsessed family, but your past is not very happy about it. No matter where you run, your past hunts you down, and you are not sure if your new protective family can protect you from it.
Warnings: Only this chapter's pairings and warnings, yandere, obsession, possession, kidnapped reader, intense jealousy, being overprotective, brother fight, mild blood, butt slapping as punishment, emotionally hurt Lo'ak, small sized/shaped reader, major (18/21) teen reader/Neteyam/Lo'ak, sorry if i missed anything
A/N: I've changed my narrative to 3rd person. (omniscient narrator? idk exactly the correct English word) I've wanted to see through the reader's mind at first but I've changed my mind. I want to be able show what is going through the minds of the characters. I'll go like this till the end of the series.
Neteyam's highly nervous body relaxed. You could hear his relieved breathing. He closed his eyes and threw his head back a little. He would hide you until he made his mother change her mind. He would find something, anything. But there was no way he would ever let her to hurt you. He didn't think about why he felt that way. What he knew was that he wanted to protect you. Why would hurting you be a solution? It didn't matter how he felt about you or what he thought. For one thing, it was wrong for her to consider an obviously defenseless creature like you as a threat. It was definitely not personal, he told himself.
Lo'ak looked at you pensively from afar.
A new sister.
A human sister.
At last! Spider had a human sister too!
Although he was happy about this, his mother worried him. She never wanted Spider and she saw him as a potential trouble. She had every right to be worried though, but you... She liked you. Yeah, his mother indeed liked a human. Maybe you could have warmed up the coldness between her and Spider, who knew.
But she wasn't the only one who liked you.
Neteyam.
His golden brother Neteyam.
He was about to take you just like he took everything Lo'ak had, wasn't he? And the worst was that their father always blamed him first. Even now. He called his name! By making a clear implication that Lo'ak might harmed you. How convinced he was that Neteyam was the one who was protecting you.
It disgusted him.
He wanted to come to you, take your tiny hand and pull you away from his brother. But after giving his father a brief look, he changed his mind. He let the flowers in his hand slip through his fingers.
You could tell that things weren't so great between him and his dad.
"Follow your mother. We're gonna talk a little here." Jake said.
"Yes, sir." They agreed unwillingly.
Yes sir? Why did they say 'yes sir' to their father? You frowned in confusion and looked at him. Did the Na'vi call their father 'sir'? It didn't sound warm at all. Very, very cold. You hated it.
"What's with the face?" He said amusedly, approacing you. You couldn't notice that your face had turned sour, almost challenging.
You looked at him, feeling like you were stretching your head to the sky, and you couldn't help but be horrified by his huge height. There was a softness in his eyes that contrasted with his hard lines. It spread to his lips. He put his hands up in an attempt to reassure you. "Someone's moody, huh?"
You kept frowning and his smile grew even more.
For a while he communicated only from where he was. He knew that if he approached you, you would instantly try to run. He asked your name, where you came from, your family, every question you could think of, but you didn't answer. He even doubted for a moment whether you understood him or not. But no, you did understood him. You just didn't say a single word. Were you mute? He didn't want to ask that. Not now.
When he took a step slowly, you turned around and jumped forward with all your strength. You knew that he would catch you. But maybe if you veered to the right or left, he would have missed you. What a naive thought it was.
He grabbed you by the arms as soon as you turned your back. He lifted you into the air. Oh, it was really high and you were like a toy in his hands. You kicked the air and whimpered. You wanted to scream, but your breath sticked in your throat. "If you want to get on the ground, promise to behave."
No, you didn't like it.
You wanted to touch the ground, but you didn't want to listen to him. Still, it seemed that you had no choice. You nodded and he gently put you down. He took a step back to give you some room. "That's it, calm down. I just wanna talk before we go."
He put you down only for you to try to run away again.
"Oh, come on!" he hissed.
He grabbed you again and threw you over his shoulder this time. When he slapped your butt, you gasped in surprise. "You're going to cost us a lot of trouble, aren't you?"
Did he just-, did he-
Oh, he did. He did slapped your butt.
You hit him on the back to get him to put you down, you tried to throw kicks, but it was useless. There was nothing you could do but watch the beautiful forest while he took you to his home with big steps. He didn't talk to you. It was a quite trip. But you took this silence as a threat.
What were they going to do to you?
You didn't want to find out, and you clung to his hair with a fear that filled you. And he was confused because it hadn't occurred to him that you could do that. You pulled his hair hard and tried to hurt him as much as possible. You even held his braid, but he definitely didn't like it.
"HSSS!"
You thought he was going to pull you down when he grabbed you by the waist, so you pulled your hands away. Another stupid decision. He put you down, and got on top of you. Of course, he didn't put his weight on you. He grabbed your tiny wrists and pulled you towards his chest. He tied them up from behind. Then he held your upper arms firmly, leaned into your ear. "Be a good girl." he said a little harshly.
He looked at your tiny body trapped in his giant one. You were little. You were a rebel girl who defied him despite her tiny body. Your heart was strong, you didn't listen, you didn't give up hope. "You remind me of my younger self. But not exactly."
He stood up and took you in his arms instead of throwing you on his shoulder. "You also remind me of my younger son Lo'ak. But not exactly."
Silence again. He just walked and didn't speak.
You didn't make a scene. You didn't have a chance to escape anyway. Actually, there never was, but you kept trying.
You didn't know if the time passed quickly or if he was fast, but you got to their home. It was much more beautiful than the part of the forest where you got lost. And there was a family that welcomed you.
"Kiri, look! She's so tinyyy." Tuk jumped where she was and shook her sister's arm. How small the people were! This has always amused her. Your age was probably as old as her brothers', but despite this, your body was the size of a child Na'vi.
"Yeah, she is." Kiri murmured. She couldn't take her eyes off you. She was always in an interaction with Eywa that no one could understand. Your presence ignited this interaction, gave a strange feeling that evoked both heaviness and lightness in her heart. She could feel Eywa 'spinning' around you. The reason for this, unfortunately, was unclear to her.
"You are late." Neytiri said.
"We had some little disagreements." He looked at you. "I guess she didn't like me."
He smiled when you frowned at his last imply.
"So you scared her." Neytiri came closer to took you from Jake's arms. When she realized that your hands were tied behind your back, she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. "Oh, Jake! What did you do?"
She immediately put you down and untied your wrists, and then took you in her arms. "I can't believe you did this. Why?" There was disappointment in her voice, but she was harsh.
"You can't imagine how fierce she is. She's a real troublema-"
"No! It can't be your way."
"No-" Jake gave a deep breath and wanted to explain himself but then gave up. "I'll explain to you later."
Neytiri look at you. How big she was compared to you. She rocked you in her arms, same as she were holding her own child. There was no sign of the woman who considered you a threat a few hours ago. She smiled as she held you carefully.
She smiled.
And she smiled very beautifully.
You didn't realize that a Na'vi could be so beautiful. Obviously, she thought the same thing about you. You were very beautiful, too. She realized this, thanks to Eywa.
"How do you feel, my child?" She raised her head a little, making her voice clear and strong.
You didn't expect her question. You just looked at her and blinked.
"Are you afraid?"
You thought about lying when she looked directly into your soul. Her eyes were really sharp and it scared you so much that you couldn't even hide your true feelings. You nodded slowly.
Neytiri softened her expression. She didn't want you to feel the fear. You were Eywa's gift. "You no longer have any reason to be afraid, my child. You are family now."
She said some things that you didn't understand. She seemed like praying, she closed her eyes and whispered. Others were listening.
"Jake." She opened her eyes when she finished. She put you on the ground and left you with their children. Jake followed her and patted your head when he passed. His hand was much bigger than your head and you thought it would crush you.
Being alone with four Na'vi teen didn't make you feel any better. Your form, which stood ready to run away at any moment, did not help them either. Tuk ran in front of you and grabbed you by the arms. "Don't go, please."
"No, Tuk. Don't do it. She's already so scared." Neteyam saved you from his little sister and pressed you to himself. You hugged his legs like you did before and looked at Tuk.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot that your heart is also tiny."
You didn't want the visibly upset child to feel even worse. You left Neteyam's legs and gently held Tuk's hand. You were a little hesitant about it, but she was just a kid. You felt like you had to be nice to her. When her smile instantly appeared on her face, you smiled a little too. There was something about this girl that cheered you up. You couldn't be angry with her or afraid of her. At least for now, everything seemed to be fine.
"Hey, c'mon, let me take you somewhere you'll be comfortable." Lo'ak couldn't hide the irritation in his voice. Neteyam always had to came forward, right? He always knew the right thing, he was always the leader. Lo'ak had no problem with him being responsible, but he hated the way Neteyam pulled you towards him.
Lo'ak didn't care about his brother or Tuk. He came to you quickly and opened his arms, leaning. "Come here."
"No." Neteyam stretched his arm straight towards Lo'ak's chest and threw a light blow at him, knocking him back. Away from you. "Stay where you are."
Lo'ak's eyes flashed with anger. When he hissed, he pushed his brother and knocked him to the ground. "Why are you the only one who is untouchable?"
"Lo'ak stop!" Kiri shouted and tried to pull him back.
And Tuk scared, he ran to his brother on the ground and checked if he was okay. Yes, he was okay. Neteyam was extremely okay actually. His patience overflowed, he stood up and angrily walked over to Lo'ak. Kiri put her hands on the chests of both of them and pleaded wearily. "Now is not the time!"
Neteyam leaned over Lo'ak's face and hissed. "You're acting like a child."
Lo'ak took a long look at his brother and pushed Kiri to the side.
"Wait, calm down." Although Kiri objected, Lo'ak waved his hand that he was fine and pushed her away softly. He needed to be alone. If he left for a while, he could talk to you.
After he looked at your worried face, he turned around and walked away. There was a place where he liked to spend time alone. Yes, he decided to go there. Maybe one day he would take you there too. A lot of fun together-
"C'mon, put your legs around my waist. Let's get you out of here." Neteyam said.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
What a selfish, two-faced...
Lo'ak's mind, which had barely calmed down, was filled with anger again. But this time with intense jealousy and betrayal. He turned back and grabbed his brother by the shoulder, who leaned down and opened his arms to you. He punched him hard in the face and nearly caused him to fall.
You screamed at what happened and jumped backwards. While Kiri was running to separate the two, Tuk hugged you. You didn't know if she hugged because she was scared.
"What's wrong with you?" Kiri screamed and held Neteyam's face but he pushed her away gently. He touched his bleeding nose and shook his head. "Okay, that's it."
He pushed Lo'ak hard, but he jumped to the other side of his brother before he lost his balance too much. When he wanted to throw another punch, Neteyam grabbed his hand and pushed him hard to the ground.
He pressed his arm against his brother's chest and held him steady. "No, you're not acting. You are still a child."
"What the hell is happening here? Lo'ak?" Jake said.
Neytiri went towards to Tuk and you. She hugged you both. How vulnerable you looked hugged each other. "Oh, my babies."
Neteyam got up on top of Lo'ak and grabbed him by the arm to help his brother, but Lo'ak refused him in anger and got up on his own. They both stood facing their father with their heads down. "What the hell was that about?"
Neteyam, who spoke almost all the time, remained silent. He couldn't say it was because of you. He couldn't take the blame too.
"What did you do to your brother's nose?" he raised his voice.
"Jake." Neytiri called out, pointing at you. She shook her head, meaning not now.
"Alright... We're not done yet." Jake said by looking into Lo'ak's eyes and left.
Neytiri followed Jake, taking you and Tuk. Kiri watched her brothers for a while. They stood quietly and looked everywhere besides themselves. She opened her mouth several times to say something, but gave up.
Soon Kiri left them alone. They weren't sure how long their long silence lasted. But Lo'ak couldn't bear to be alone with him anymore. "Sometimes I hate you."
Not seeing Neteyam's hurt expression, he quickly walked away and left his brother alone.
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His Prize
~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader
~DarkNeteyam, explicit content, CNC?? Characters aged up to, 22
~Proofread?- no
~Summary-Neteyam is in love with [Y/n], although they aren't in a relationship.
~Note-Everything that happens is consensual!!! Wanted to make that clear before you read, hope you enjoy it!!
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Neteyam loved a good challenge. He loved being able to showcase his talent, loved hearing the praises everyone would say, “Wow Neteyam you're so advanced for your age!” or, “I think you might be better than your father!” whatever compliment it was he thrived off it.
Neteyam at a very young age understood that one day he’d become the leader of his clan. His father always said, “A strong leader always has a stronger woman behind him,” he took these words into account. He knew if he ever wanted to be a great leader, better than his father he’d need the perfect mate.
He thanked Ewya that his parents never arranged a mate for him, allowing him the freedom to pick his own. Although his parents did push a certain girl. Kya was cute, she was everything a man would want in a mate, submissive, and always did what was asked of her, but Neteyam didn't want that.
He liked fighting, he wanted to break his mate and watch the fight leave their eyes as he finally claimed them as his, he wanted a prize. He’d, of course, treat them with the respect a woman deserves to have, but he knew no girl here would put up any fight. They’d willingly want to come to him, they’d fall to their knees begging for him. This changed when he met you.
You were like a firecracker. Always had something slick to say, never let anyone step all over you, it was a match made in heaven. Neteyam was going to break you, make you regret meeting him, but at the same time save you. Save you from your boring life and show you the real world.
“What are you looking at?” you gave him a stank look, and he smiled, “You,” you just laughed as you got up, “i’m too bad for you, I wouldn't want to taint Toruk Makto’s golden boy.” you walked off swinging your hips.
Neteyam's smile deepened, you truly believed you were worse than him? This was going to be fun.
You were bored. You had the same schedule every day, nothing new, and you were longing for something. Anything to finally make you feel content. You longed for something, and Neteyam was going to make sure you knew it was him.
“Hey, Teyem,” Kya smiled at the boy. Neteyam’s eyes were on you, he watched as you made bracelets, “hi, Kya,” the girl blushed. Usually, the boy only said hi and then left but today he said her name, “I was wondering if you needed help with anything!”
Neteyam looked at her, “Anything?” her breath hitched, “anything,” it came out as a whisper, “Hm, aren't you a good girl always trying to help everyone,” his eyes examined her. Her breathing had become irregular, and her mouth was slightly open. Neteyam would be a fool not to notice how the girl was obviously sexually attracted to him.
Neteyam’s eyes fell back on you, “what do you know about her?” Kya looked at you, “[Y/n]?” the boy nodded, “she’s lazy, she never does anything always moping around,” Neteyam wanted to cut the girl's tongue off for speaking like that towards you, but he wasn't stupid.
A girl like Kya was always noticeable in a group. She was often the leader in situations and if he were to kill her people would notice. But a girl like Kya was also a whore. He saw the way her eyes lingered on his brother or other hunters.
If Neteyam were to make a dumb decision and get with her, she’d be tainted. Ruined by someone else because Neteyam knew Kya was no virgin. But [Y/n], although she claimed to be worse than Neteyam, was fresh meat.
Nobody dared mess with her, she always had a rebuttal. Nobody wanted her because she was a handful, perfect for Neteyam. “I see,” Neteyam stood up and placed a hand on the girl's back, “Thank you, Kya,” he then walked away.
Kya’s eyes lingered on you, what could you possibly have that she doesn't? She wasn't afraid to admit, she wanted Neteyam for his title. Imagine her the next Tsahik, she understood she’d need to put an act on. But Neteyam was always looking at you. She had to get rid of you, make Neteyam understand it was her he wanted.
You played with the water in front of you. You were at peace Pandora was so big, and you thought it was sad you might never get to see all its wonderful parts. You were so gone, you jumped up when you heard sudden movement behind you.
“Who's there?” your heart raced as your eyes searched for something moving, “didn't mean to scare you,” Neteyam came out with his hands up. You rolled your eyes, “If you're here telling me I need to go back you have wasted your time.”
He laughed, “i’m not here for such things,” you looked at him, “Then what are you doing out here?” you didn't believe him. You convinced yourself that you could read anybody, but you found it difficult with Neteyam. “I could ask you the same question.”
You huffed, “I asked first,” the boy came closer, “have you always had such a mouth?” your eyes widened, “have you always been so intrusive?” the boy shrugged, “Maybe.”
“Well, I won't be answering any of your questions,” you turned away from him, “a girl with a mouth like yours needs to be tamed.” you turned to him before charging toward him, “You have no right to say I need to be tamed. I am not some toy-,” he cut you off by putting a hand on your throat. It was a gentle yet firm grip, “let me go.”
It was times like these when you remembered your place, that men's strength was no match for you, and no matter how strong you thought you were they could still overpower you. “Why should I? I’ve been here for only minutes and you’ve been nothing but rude toward me.”
You fought in his grasp, “You know if you really wanted me to let go, you’d fight harder.” The boy's grip became harder, “I know you have more fight in you, but I think you like this.”
His smile was wicked, “you like being helpless at the disposal of me,” you shook your head, “then fight,” you tired but he held you tight. “What I thought.”
You didn't want him to know, that this secretly turned you on. He was the only person to put you in your place, it was rare for anyone to do that.
He let go of you, letting you fall to the floor, “I bet if I were to open you up right now, you’d be wet.”
You coughed as you tried putting distance between yourself and the boy, “Don't run, you know you love this,” you couldn't lie you loved every part of this. You never expected Neteyam to be like this, he was so good at hiding this side of himself.
Neteyam bent down to your level, trailing a finger down your leg, “you're so beautiful,” your breath hitched, “so needy,” he laughed. “No, i’m not,” he looked at your eyes you still had a fire in them.
Other girls would give up by now, but not you. You were determined to fight till the end. “I love how you fight me,” he gripped your ankle pulling you in, “it makes it more fun for when I break you.”
“You won’t break me,” his grip became tighter as his smile deepened, “wanna bet?” his other hand traveled to between your legs, “your soaking.”
You fought back a moan, “There's no point in fighting now, baby,” he caught your clit causing a moan to slip out, “Give in to me, you never have to worry again.”
You threw your head back, “never,” Neteyam nodded, “I’ve always loved a good challenge,” he plunged a finger inside you, “so tight can't wait to fill you up!”
You started moaning, and you couldn't hold it back, “that's right baby,” he picks up speed as he feels you tighten around his fingers. He was going fast and you felt yourself coming near, “slow down,” if anything your words made him go faster, “After you cum on my fingers, you’ll do it on my dick.”
Your eyes widen, as you felt yourself let go. Your body twitched as he let go of you, “open wide,” he brought his fingers to your mouth. You moved his hand as you tried to catch your breath, but he grabbed your cheeks and pushed his fingers into your mouth. “See, it's not so hard is it?”
You choked on his fingers till he finally let go of you. He stood up, “Get on all fours,” you knew why he wanted you to. You shook your head, “That wasn't a request,” you looked into his eyes, “Please, just,” he laughed, “are you begging?”
You couldn't believe it yourself, “I just need time,” you said as you tried to stand up but he pushed you to the ground, “Play with your nipples.”
“What?” you looked at him crazy, “You heard me. If you want time you’ll listen,” it was such a humiliating thing to ask. Yet you still did it, “look into my eyes,” you looked at his eyes, “Look at you, such a slut for me,” you rolled your nipples as he degraded you, “I shouldn't be so nice to you,” he said causing a shiver to roll down your back.
“Please,” you said as he put his foot between your legs, “grind,” it just kept piling up. You did what he asked, “No one will ever see you like this,” you nodded as you felt yourself near, “I’ll give you a week, every night I expect you to edge yourself.” he got down to your level.
“If I find out someone else has touched you, or you’ve come without permission I will fuck you for everyone to see,” you nodded as he stood up and walked away, “be a good girl.”
You laid back thinking about what just happened. That boy was going to be the death of you.
Kya watched as you helped the elders put boxes away, “is that all?” you smiled at them, “Yes, thank you, dear!” you walked out deciding to head somewhere else.
Your mind kept going back to Neteyam. The way he handled you was such a turn-on, you smiled thinking back to it. You did as he asked, besides the no cumming part. What he doesn't know won’t hurt him, you thought as you walked.
As you were walking, a hand pulled you causing a gasp to leave your throat. “What the fuck,” you said yanking the hand away, “if you wanted my attention should've said my name like a normal person,” you looked up at your captor to see Kya.
Kya has an imaginary battle going on with you. Ever since you two were children she always tries to be better than you. She never wins although you don't care enough, you do think it's funny seeing her get all railed up.
“Kya what's your problem this time?” you rub the spot on your arm she yanked you by, it was definitely going to bruise. “Why are you spending time with Neteyam?” you couldn't help but smile. This was over Neteyam?
“Why do you care?” the girl’s nose flared as she spoke, “Please [Y/n], everyone knows me and him are expected to mate,” you shrugged, “I don't keep up with the local gossip.”
“Enough with your remarks! I’m telling you right now stay away from him,” you looked her up and down, “or what? You're going to kill me?” now you probably knew getting her all worked up wasn't the smartest thing but you were bored.
She gasps, “No, I won't kill you, but I’ll do something that makes you wish I did.” you laughed, “Can't wait!” you were starting to get under her skin, “you must be drugged him,” she said, “why would he want a girl like you?”
You didn't know the answer to that, why did he want you? “He obviously doesn't want you, Kya. Grow up fighting me won't make him want you,” she narrowed her eyes at you, “and he so obviously wants you?”
You looked at her funny, “Answer your own question dumbass,” she was becoming increasingly annoying, “I don't know what you did to him, but I promise you I always get what I want.” you turned around flipping her off, “whatever makes you sleep at night.”
The most annoying thing about you was, you didn't care. Kya’s threats were meaningless to you, she knew that. No matter what anyone said, it was like they went in one ear and out the other. She’d never voice this out loud but she was jealous of you.
You didn't need anyone's approval to be happy. Her whole life she’s been fighting for that number-one spot and you don't even try, yet you still got it.
Her parents push her every day to be this amazing girl, who gets all the guys and has all these friends. Your parents love you no matter what. She understood you both had different personalities, your personality was more carefree. You didn't listen most of the time, but Neteyam still wanted you. He doesn't even look her way.
You don't have all the friends she does, you seem happier alone though. You spend your time with the elders, always listening to their stories. She hated you so much she wished she was you.
“Teyem!” she giggled as she watched the boy. He seemed lost in thought but his eyes still looked at her, “Kya,” she smiled, “what are you up to?” he sighed, “Nothing,” Neteyam rarely had a moment to himself. He wanted to kill the girl for interrupting him.
He was imagining what faces you’d make as he fucks you hard. “We should hang out together!” that was the last thing he wanted, “why?” her face flushed, “to get to know each other better, last time we spoke you were asking about that girl-,” he smiled, “what girl?”
Kya smiled, “[Y/n],” She couldn't contain her happiness, maybe she was wrong, and he didn't like you. He sighed, “she's pretty cool,” Neteyam said, “pretty lazy,” Neteyam's head looked at her, “what else is she like,” he smiled at the girl.
“[Y/n] only does things when she feels like it,” Neteyam nodded, “I was just talking with her about how she doesn't deserve a boy like you,” Neteyam’s smile fell, “What?” Kya laughed, “She's so boring, I was only humbling her.”
Neteyam gripped her arm, “what did you tell her?” his gaze became hard. “Huh?” he hit her on the head with his other hand. He dragged her onto a tree. “You better hope she doesn't take your advice.”
The girl cried as Neteyam’s hand grabbed her neck, “Aw why so sad?” he smiled, “Did you touch her?” she shook her head, “No, Neteyam I didn't!”
“So, if I see her, she won't have a mark on her,” her mind goes back to when you were rubbing your arm, “Neteyam I didn't mean to! I was just trying to get her attention!”
Neteyam faked sympathy, “I bet, it was a simple accident,” the girl nodded but Neteyam’s grip got stronger, “let me tell you something,” he looked her up and down, “ever come near my mate again, I’ll rip you limp to limp,” he smiled before letting go.
“I’ll tell everyone! That you did this to me!” she cried from the floor, “did what? They all know you're a whore, these marks on you? They got there because you got too carried away after a fun night, and who are they going to believe? The whore or Toruk Makto’s son?” he smiled before walking away.
“They told me if I keep working hard, I’ll be ready before my birthday!” you smiled at your mother, “My little girl is growing up!” she wiped fake tears from her eyes.
You laughed till you both heard footsteps, “Good afternoon Mrs. [L/n]!” Neteyam said as he flashed a smile, “Neteyam! What a surprise!” you rolled your eyes, thankfully your mother doesn't see. “I was wondering if I could borrow your daughter for a little bit?”
Your mother nodded, “That's alright with me!” you stood up, “See you later mom,” You kissed her and walked ahead of the boy. “Such a good boy in front of others,” you said when the boy caught up to you, “always, my in-laws need to know their daughter is in safe hands.”
You looked at him, “In-laws? So soon?” he laughed, “Oh, you’ll learn with me I like to move quickly,” he nodded, “What if I said no?” he shrugged, “You won’t.”
“How do you know,” he smiled, “because i’m the best thing to happen to you.” you hated how right he was, “You always have to be right,” he nodded, “love a quick learner.”
Once you two were a far enough distance his persona changed, “last time we spoke I gave you two rules to follow,” you nodded, “yet you have a bruise on your arm,” he said which made you smile, “this wasn't from a guy, Kya just grabbed me to hard.”
“I said if I found out somebody else touches you I’d be upset, did I not?” you nodded, “no guy touched me!” he smiled, “somebody could be a girl as well, [Y/n],” you pulled your arm back, “it wasn't like that.”
He was this mad about Kya wait till he finds out you came this week.
“You still broke my rule, so now we're going to play a different game,” he gripped you, “it's called tag,” he smiled, “I’ll give you twenty seconds to run, and if I catch you I can do whatever I want you.”
You smiled, “And if you don't?” he sighed, “I’ll leave you alone forever.” you thought about it. “Deal.”
He smiled, “Better get to running, pretty face.” With that, you immediately booked it.
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And So She Danced With Death
Chapter 4
Dark!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader fic
👉Chapter 1
👉Chapter 2
👉Chapter 3
Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.
Synopsis: After Neteyam takes it upon himself to reclaim you as his mate, the two of you find yourselves in a risky situation.
WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, angst, SOO much angst, mentions of death, near death experience, evil! Neteyam, soft!Neteyam, suggestive language, mentions of torture and abuse
Neteyam’s grip tightened drawing his arms around your backside. One hand firmly grasping your shoulder while the other securely held your waist, pressing your body close to him as he eyed down the door from over your shoulder, cock still firmly planted inside of you. The door hardly came to a full open before the intruder hurriedly brushed passed the small opening and closing the door behind him. The half naked human caught his breath mentally patting himself on the back to the success of his stealthy plan, before turning his attention to the center of the room at the scene in front of him. You straddling Neteyam’s lap with your back facing the door, sticky liquid dripping down between both of your legs, Neteyam holding you with such possessiveness, face decorated in beads of sweat and bared fangs. With his jaw immediately dropping the blue striped human quickly moved to cover his eyes, “Awe damn it!” He cursed giving a small gag. You knew that voice, it was all too familiar. You turned your head to look behind you at the sound. It had to be, it couldn’t be anyone else. Much to your relief your suspicions were right: it was Spider. Relieved that it was a familiar face who you knew despite everything was still loyal to the Sullys, but the relief turned into a pained sting when the thought of his betrayal seeped into your brain.
It wasn’t even a full week after Neteyam’s funeral that Spider confessed his sins to Kiri. Saving Quaritch even though he knew it was wrong. The execution was poorly timed however as you and Lo’ak were approaching from behind, close enough to hear the confession. Immediately you saw red, but before you had a chance to strike, Lo’ak was already running passed you tackling Spider to the ground, sending a meteor shower of punches down on the defenseless human, his mask nearly getting destroyed in the process. That’s when you all found it, the little red blinking chip that had dislodged from the mask. It was a tracker. That lead to the first ambush on the Metkayina. There wasn’t even a single casualty, mostly just injuries and some marui’s and small kayaks damaged. But it turned out to all be a distraction. Amongst the chaos, that was when the RDA forces dove into the ocean toward the golden anemone, snatching Neteyam’s body from his resting place. Quaritch hurriedly tried to convince Spider to get on the ship with them, but he refused no longer desiring to be used as a puppet against his family.
“Spider what are you doing here?” You blinked rapidly, suddenly becoming very aware of the situation you were in. While you and Spider weren’t necessarily close, to still have him see you in such a compromising position you couldn’t help, but feel a bit embarrassed. Neteyam on the other hand showed no signs of shamefulness, more so annoyed about being interrupted… or rather having you be seen by another male naked, even if it was just Spider. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, trying to hide as much of your exposed body as possible. “I heard that you were captured and I figured if you weren’t in a holding cell you were probably here.” Spider grimaced trying to keep his eyes anywhere, but on the two tangled na’vi in front of him, “I was gonna help you escape, but CLEARLY you are in less distress than I thought” he gestured at the two of you, accidentally gazing over for a brief moment, before quickly correcting his actions. You hid your face in Neteyam’s chest feeling your face heat up incredibly. The idea of getting trapped in a dark hole sounded more appealing than being viewed in such a way. Neteyam shifted his weight from under you, looking to you before his gaze landed back on Spider, “Give us a moment” he said, motioning with his head to the next room over. Spider took the hint and hastily made his way to the other room, “yeah yeah, just knock on the glass when you’re ready”.
Neteyam took in a steady breath before leaning back, lifting your chin with his index finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your brows pinched as you studied his expression. His eyes were the softest you’d seen them since reuniting. Melancholy amber orbs gloomed at you, causing your heart to tighten as you debated to yourself what was to come next. “Teyam?” You whispered softly “My mate…” he hummed resting his forehead against yours lovingly, his throat felt tight as he struggled with the words. You took his face in your hands to direct his falling gaze back to you, “what is it my love?” You asked anxiously trying to find the answers in his eyes. His hand reached up to press against your own nuzzling into the touch, “the words are like stones in my heart, yawne…” he admits attempting to nuzzle deeper into your warm hold. You could feel your eyes prick with tears as understanding started to wash over you. With a deep breath, Neteyam grasped both of your hands softly, watching as his fingers grazed over all the individual lines and curves, “You need to leave here… go with Spider” he finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours that now filled with tears. You knew this was coming. How you hated being right in times like these. You were going to have to leave him again. Leave him here in the belly of the beast to fend for himself.
Neteyam clicked his tongue softly, lifting a hand to wipe away a fleeting tear with his thumb from your cheek, “please do not cry yawne…” he gently pleaded, kissing away the second tear the escaped your blinking lashes. His sudden softness making the situation all the more painful. If he had acted like you were just a cheap fuck maybe it had been easier…, but then again perhaps nothing would make this setting more bearable. It was one of those bleak realities you’d be forced to face. “I want you to come with us” you hiccup unable to hold back your tears. Neteyam sighed taking you into his embrace rocking you gently, “I wish I could go with you too…, but I have unfinished business here. I cannot leave just yet”. Your body began to shake as you tried desperately to withhold your sobs, not wanting to make this any harder on Neteyam as well. Leaning back once more to look at you directly as he cradled your face, “I will see you again, I promise that” Neteyam said sternly, his eyes glossed as if holding is own tears, “now come on.. let’s not keep Spider waiting okay?” He said wiping away the last of your tears before steadying his hands on your hips waiting for your permission. Finally collecting yourself, you gave him a small nod, as was his sign to slowly lift your hips up carefully. Your skin was sticky against his own; your walls which had adjusted to his length snuggly cradled against your cervix, felt tight as he slowly pulled out his cock from its sheath, the two of you releasing faint groans in the process. The mix of yours and his cum ran down your leg as you steadied yourself to stand and dismount his lap. Neteyam observed the stream of slick, smirking slightly to himself “I will never get tired of seeing that” he said in a small chuckle, to which you rolled your eyes, before playfully nudging his shoulder. Making your way around the table grabbed your discarded articles of clothing along with your exopack and hastily dressed yourself now feeling a sense of urgency. Neteyam approached from behind you, his loincloth now tied loosely around his hips. You groaned at your struggles with your own loincloth, your fingers fumbling with the flimsy strings. “Let me help” Neteyam hummed as his fingers splay over yours, softly coaxing the strings from between your fingers into his.
Leaning his head into the yours, Neteyam fastened the strings around the base of your tail, peppering small kisses on the shell of your ear. “Neteyam please…” you plead softly shifting your head enough to create distance between your ear and his lips. You hated to be cruel with him, but the idea of melting too much into his affections pained the part of you that was unsure of how long it would be until you saw him again, not to mention under what circumstances. Neteyam glanced at the back of your head before shifting his gaze back down to your loincloth as he finished tying a knot in the strings, “sorry…” he sighed understanding the reasoning behind your distance without you having to say anything. Turning on his heels, Neteyam moved to the end of the room, knocking on the glass to signal to Spider that it was appropriate to re-enter. The scruffy human shuffled awkwardly back into the room, holding out a box of tissues to Neteyam not making eye contact, permanently scarred to look at Neteyam the same way again, “Figured you may want these”. Neteyam carefully took the cardboard box in his oversized hand, fingering a tissue out from its containment, making his way over to you. You turned to him, eyeing the tissue before meeting his gaze. Blinking away the desire for him to touch you again, you extend your arm for the frail material.
Neteyam retracted his outstretched hand narrowing his eyes somewhat, a hint of annoyance playing in his features, “Please Y/N, let me at least do this” he insisted before moving slowly toward you. You sighed in defeat, backing yourself up to lean against the edge of the table, spreading your legs to grant him enough room to work. Neteyam had always been so attentive with aftercare in the past, it warmed your heart to know that aspect of him hadn’t completely warn off despite how untimely his urge to be a gentleman was. Steadily, Neteyam bent down to wipe away the drying mixture of cum from your inner thighs. You stiffened at the contact, still feeling remnants of sensitivity near your core. Not failing to notice your shift, Neteyam lifted his free hand to rub small circles into your calf while he worked, to distract you from the lingering feeling. You studied your mate with precision, mapping out every one of his features with your eyes, committing every detail, every scar and freckle to memory. Your throat tightened at the uncertainty both your futures held. You blinked a couple times, lifting your head at a slight angle in attempts to push back any tears that contemplated escape. Wadding up the used material, Neteyam stood back to his full height, looking over to Spider who was awkwardly shifting back and forth in the corner, eyes suddenly darting to the floor. “She is ready” Neteyam stated, scrunching his nose in disapproval on Spider’s wandering gaze. You look up to Neteyam watching as he purposely avoids your glance.
Inhaling deeply through the exopack you make your way over to Spider, “What is our plan?” You ask adjusting your hunting knife over your chest. “Well… this place isn’t exactly easy to navigate and lets say I don’t really have authorization to be escorting you anywhere, so if you don’t mind-“ Spider wondered, looking over to Neteyam who furrowed his brows “-No, she is supposed to be restrained inside this room. How will it look if I am to walk her out of the complex?”. Spider paused biting the inside of his cheek pondering the obvious snag in his plan. Taking a brief moment to think, Spider suddenly clapped his hands in justification, “Okay-okay so what if you say you are taking her outside to take a leak or something and then the moment you guys are outside-“ he declares shifting his gaze toward you, “-Y/N, you try to fight him off and escape that way”. Spider nods crossing his arms nonchalantly, seemingly very pleased with his latest scheme. The plan wasn’t terrible, yet the look on Neteyam’s face proved that he still wasn’t very impressed, “And? What if reinforcements try to catch her and she just ends up right back here? Or worse, some trigger happy prick shoots her dead… hmm? What thenSpider?” Neteyam fumed, his composure wearing as thin as his confidence in Spider’s plot. “Do you lack faith in my capability that much, Nete?” You shoot at him slightly offended at his unknowingly backhanded statement. Neteyam groaned pinching the bridge of his nose, his lips forming into a thin line as he contemplated his next words carefully, “What am I to do with myself if you get killed doing something so reckless?” He huffed out carefully as his fists ground into the table he now leaned over, eyes filled with a mix of hurt and concern locking with yours waiting for an answer.
Letting out a gentle sigh you allow your hard exterior to fall as you made your way to his side, laying your small hand over one of his clenched fist, “Ma’Muntxatan(husband)…I need you to trust me on this, we don’t have a lot of options. We will be smart and we will act fast. I’ll make my exit as believable as possible, but I need you to be with me on this” your voice was direct, yet your face softened as he rose to stare back at you. His eyes bounced between your own looking for any sign of uncertainty, but you were firm in your resolve, your mind was already made. Neteyam’s brows pinched reflecting his own uncertainty as he pressed his forehead against yours for comfort, closing his eyes to savor the contact,“I do not want to loose you..” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear. Your ears folded back as you nuzzled your head against his, allowing a small sigh to fall past your lips, “I promise-“, “you cannot” he croaked interrupting you to which you calmly shushed him in response, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles, “-I promise, that both of us will make it through this. Once I escape I will ensure that the next time we see each other will be when I finally set you free.” You hummed, wrapping your tail around his leg, leaning into his side, “The pain that I felt when I lost you-“, Neteyam hurriedly leaned back looking at your face, his eyes slightly glazed. This was the first time since his reawakening that he thought about what it must’ve been like for you watching him die. The impact it must’ve inflicted as you were left to carry that pain on your own. As Neteyam opened his mouth to interject, you quickly took his face in your hands, “I will never allow you feel that pain. Not until I am very old and Eywa herself deems it time. I can only hope the great mother is kind enough to allow us to meet her together when that time comes”.
Neteyam took in a heavy breath taking one last look at you before separating from your touch, shaking his head to regain his composure. With one last breath Neteyam, positioned himself behind you, drawing his hunting knife before grabbing onto your kuru and positioning the blade against your braid. “Spider, I want you to be in the forest when she escapes, copy?” Neteyam orders, eyeing him down from over your shoulder, his hard exterior taking its place in his features as if nothing had transpired is the past hour or so. Spider blinked at the sudden change in atmosphere, quickly adapting as be readied himself to leave the room first and sneak out the back door of the complex, “copy, I got you covered, bro.” Spider said, acknowledging as Neteyam nodded to him as his queue to carefully and hastily exit the room. After leaving a couple minutes for Spider to get a head start, Neteyam pushed you forward harshly toward the door, shoving you into the hallway. It had began. The plan was in motion, there was no turning back from here. Guiding you down the bright corridor, you were lucky that none of the RDA soldiers had questioned Neteyam about his motives. You thought it was also lucky that humans had such weak noses; knowing that if one of the recoms crossed your path, they would immediately smell the stench of sex that saturated both you and Neteyam. Yet your mate was smart, making sure to take the longer route to the entrance that avoided the recom barracks. Once you stepped outside the doors to the complex, you immediately let in a huge inhale of your native air. Fresh and clean. The sun was nearly set, meaning another full day had gone by. By now the Sullys would know that you were missing, the sense of anxiousness flooded your mind as you decided you needed to hurry and get back before they did anything rash in response to your capture.
“Halt!” There were 2 soldiers guarding the door once you had exited, being that it was turning to night shift they 4 on duty guards that would rotate periodically so the others could sleep. Neteyam quickly halted his movement, eyeing down the small human who held a gun almost half the size of his torso in his arms, “ain’t she supposed to be in the interrogation room?” The soldier pushed, eyes bouncing between the two of you, then looking your form up and down. Neteyam kept up his usual aggressive exterior when he responded, “She is not acclimated to your human facilities” he emphasized the word, “unless you want to be the one to clean up her mess later-“ before he could even finish the solder put his hands up in surrender, “Nope- nonono you’re good. Just don’t take her very far, right outside the gate-line in those trees should be plenty.” He ordered retaking his position. Neteyam let out a huff before pushing you forward roughly walking you past the gate far from any prying ears, “when we get into those bushes, I need you to knock me unconscious. We need to make this look as believable as possible” Neteyam whispered behind you, the thought made your stomach turn as you entered your destinated, “Neteyam I could kill you!” You whispered back a little more pointed, looking at him from over your shoulder, “you won’t… now do it, we don’t have a lot of time”. Neteyam made some distance between the two of you looking off for a brief moment as you jumped into action, sending a direct punch into his gut, just at the base of his rib cage. Neteyam wheezed out a breath as you circled around him, covered by the thick brush to any on lookers, you wrapped your arm around his throat, applying pressure to the area. “I love you, I love you, I love you” you chanted quietly into his ear, your brows pinching together as your eyes started to swell with tears as Neteyam’s wheezed out choked breaths. Keeping a hand just under his nose to feel from the pressure of his breath, you lowered him slowly to the ground, laying him down gently as you released your hold on him.
Thankful that he was still breathing you took one last look at him, stroking the side of his face before pulling yourself away, bolting into the forest far from the complex. It wasn’t long until you heard Spider calling out for you, eagerly running up to your side “Yes! I knew it would work” you gave him a half hearted smile pained by the actions it took to get you here. When you were far enough away from the RDA complex you allowed yourself to lean against the trunk of a tree, as your emotions began to overwhelm you. Spider, who had still been walking stopped in his tracks when he didn’t hear your heavy footsteps behind him, quickly looking back to witness you begin to hyperventilate. Worry washed over his face as Spider rushed back toward you, “Hey hey hey, its ok. You’re ok. What’s wrong?” He pleaded, scanning your body for injuries. You slid down the trunk to crouch against it, taking your face into your hands, “I came here… for him. To bring him back. To get him out of there, Spider” you croaked, tears falling freely from your eyes, not having to strength to hold them back any longer. Spider pinched his brows together nodding slowly, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I failed… I failed him” your voice shook, curling your tail around your ankle in efforts to make yourself look as small as you now felt. Spider shook his head leaning down to try and meet your gaze through your covered face, “Y/N you did not fail him. You did more for him than you think” he spoke carefully, as you slowly lifted you head to look at him, “Listen, before you came here, Neteyam was completely different. He was stone-cold. A puppet. He hardly even acknowledged me whenever I tried to get through to him. Like he wasn’t even alive…, but what I saw in that room today. The way he cared for you…” your eyes softened as you listened to his words, sniffling as you processed where he was going with this, “You woke him up, Y/N… you did and I’m sure he’s gonna be fighting to get back to you”.
Drawing in a deep breath you steadied your thoughts, finally feeling your eyes begin to dry with the drop of one final tear, rolling down your cheek. You glanced to the hand that was placed on your shoulder then back to the human it belonged to, “You know… if Neteyam knew you were touching me right now he’d probably take your arm off” you gave a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood, to which Spider took the bait immediately giving his own rough laugh, removing his hand from you, “yeeeah let’s keep this between us ok? I’d like to keep all of my limbs”. You nodded rising back to your full height now looking down at Spider, “Your secret is safe with me…”. You smiled before motioning with your head for the two of you to continue your venture. ��There’s no tracker in that mask is there?” You asked Spider as you discarded the exopack you realized you still had. He puffed his chest proudly as he walked, “Nah- well there was, but I knew where to look for it. Guess I can thank Lo’ak for that later” he rolled his eyes light heartedly recalling the beat down that had occurred which revealed the chip in his original mask. You laughed out loud, biting your lip shortly after hoping you didn’t offend your companion, but Spider merely looked up at you, offering a cheerful smile at your relaxed state, as the two of you made your way back to the Metkayina camp.
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A pounding noise like drums pumped in Neteyam’s ears. His head feeling as if it was about to split. Slowly opening his eyes he winced as the bright fluorescents of the lights assaulted his pupils. Once gripping his bearings Neteyam scanned the room he was in, immediately recognizing where he was, starting to feel the sting from the restraints tightly pulled on his wrists as he shifted in place. His hands were raised above his head, with a restraint over his midsection and a pair over his ankles, cementing him in place against the wall. Gritting his teeth he lowered his head in defeat, readying himself for what was about to come. The sound of the door opening screeched through the room, yet Neteyam kept his eyes on the floor not acknowledging the new presence. He could smell them. He didn’t need to do much more to know Quaritch and his usual lackey trailed into the room. Quaritch gave a tired sigh crossing his arms as he walked up to Neteyam’s bound form, “Ya know son… I didn’t think we’d have to bring you in here again. I’m sad to say I was wrong”. He said chewing his cheek absentmindedly. Neteyam shook his head softly desperate to get the pounding to cease, his voice came out heavy and groggy, “What happened?” He asked trying to play his part. Quaritch tsk-ed his tongue before roughly grabbing onto a handful of Neteyam’s braids at the roots of his scalp, forcing his head up. Neteyam let out a pained groan as he gritted his teeth, now looking Quaritch in the eye. “Don’t play stupid with me, boy. That act of yours ain’t gonna get you nowhere.” Quaritch grumbled, showing his fangs, “you’ve already given yourself away champ, I can smell her all over you.” He growled.
Neteyam strained against his hold fighting through the sting, letting out a sharp scoff, “You almost sound jealous.” Neteyam egged on. Quaritch smirked backing away, snapping at the soldier next to him, who quickly lifted his baton enabling the voltage as it made contact with the side of Neteyam’s rib cage. The sound of the shocks echoed through the room, as Neteyam bared down on his lip, trying to resist the pain that shot up his spine. When the torture finally ceased, Neteyam’s body felt heavy, his head hanging low once more as he tried to catch his breath. “Now let’s try to stay civil shall we? I wanna sympathize with you, kid.” Quaritch continued, dragging a chair to position it a little ways in front of Neteyam, straddling the seat from behind in a casual manner, “I know a lot must be going through your head about right now. So let me see if I understand…” .Neteyam kept his eyes on the floor as he did before, his ears now stood alert to show that he was listening. “We take your wife into custody- I’m sure a lot of mixed feelings came about, a lot of old feelings to be exact and you figure- ‘what’s the harm right?’ So y’get yourself a little ‘tail’. It’s only natural right? Her being your mate and all…,but you helped her escape didn’t you?” Neteyam’s eyes slowly floated up to Quaritch. If looks could kill, Quaritch would have about 20 different varieties of knives piercing through his body. The faux na’vi let out an amused huff before continuing, “You don’t like me talking about her do you? Hm? Yeah..you strike me as a man that likes to keep what’s his to himself. I can respect that..”.
Leaning forward Quaritch tilted his head to the side. A look of arrogance painted in his features, “But tell me… how was it? Was it worth it? D’she crumble under you or give you a good fight? Was she warm?” His mouth stretched into a revolting grin, “Was she tight? Or did you slide in, just right?”. That was it. Thrashing wildly against his restraints as much as he could, Neteyam viciously hissed at the man in front of him desperate to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face, or maybe just claw off his face all together. “Woah-ho-ho, there he is! I gotta say, you disappoint me, son. I had higher hopes for you.” Quaritch said getting up from his seat pulling it against the back wall and out of the way, signaling over to the man with the baton. Leaving no time for Neteyam to register what was going on or to even realize his mistake, a sharp wave of shocks washed over his body, this time not able to stop himself as he cried out in agony. “Give him a couple more rounds, that should remind him which team he’s playing for.” Quaritch ordered before exiting the room, leaving Neteyam to succumb to the relentless waves of shocks. The only thought on his mind was you… at least you were safe.
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You scanned your surroundings confused, brows scrunched as you took in the sight of the abandoned campsite, “You sure they are here?” Spider inquired, with unsatisfied eyes scanning the plain beach cove. “Yes Spider, they were all here…” you groan searching for remnants of their whereabouts in the sand, “If they were here why would they just leave you behind? Clearly they would’ve realized you were gone”. You sighed picking up a fist of sand in your hand, watching as the grains slipped through your fingers, “No one knew I had left…Lo’ak was probably the only one who figured out where I had gone and told his father. With how close the compound actually was I wouldn’t be surprised if they got out of dodge as soon as they could.” Rising to your feet you called out a yip to summon your banshee. Within minutes a gray ikran with detailed green striped soared over head, before circling back to land in front of you. “So what now? We just fly around until we find them?” Your chest tightened, stroking the neck of the winged beast, as you contemplated your next words carefully. Turning to look at him your instantly started to feel guilt wash over you, “Spider I need to ask you a favor…” you started avoiding his gaze, “I cant leave in good consciousness knowing that Neteyam is back there all by himself. No one on his side. No one to support him…” you trailed off hoping he would pick up on your intent, which of course he took little time to understand what you were implying, nodding in agreement, “Yeeeeah I kind of thought you’d say that. Here-“ reaching into a pouch on his hip, Spider withdrew two com-sets. Similar to the ones the Sullys wore to communicate from great distances. He held out one of the sets to you with a gentle smile on his face, “I’ll take care of him for you, I got your back”.
Gently taking the choker and ear piece from him, you hastily fastened the tools on your person, “I owe you, Spider… thank you, my friend”. You nod, gesturing the sign for ‘I see you’, you could almost swear his eyes sparkled at the term, like a dog being praised by its master. Not wanting to waste any more time you mounted your ikran, forming the bond simultaneously. Spider watched you let out an enthused call, to which your banshee mimicked with its own cry, taking off from the beach leaving him to make the journey back to the complex.
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Being sure to watch for guards as he approached, Spider was successfully able to slip his way back into the compound undetected. The slap of his bare feet against the cold floor carried him through the halls. His next plan was to locate Neteyam and make sure he knew you had gotten out safety. Making his way through the winding halls, the sound of pained, exasperated, cries filled his ears as Spider rounded a corner. His heart dropping as he witnessed Quaritch exit the room, nearly bumping into him, “What the hell is going on in there??” Spider yelled at him trying to peek through the small glass window on the door. The brief sight he caught, made him nauseous. Neteyam tied up, with numerous burn wounds littering his body, as he continued to get afflicted this electric shocks. Quaritch stepped in front of Spider’s view blocking the door completely, “You fucking monster! Is this what you’ve been doing to him???” The young man cursed, leaping back as the faux na’vi attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, “DON’T TOUCH ME! Don’t you dare fucking touch me” he warned at the giant shoving his index finger in his direction as a form of barrier, eyes dark and furious. Quaritch however didn’t let up, “The only reason we brought him back here in the first place was so we could use him against Sully,” he spoke plainly as if it were common sense, “if he starts making things too difficult, we’ll just have to put him back in the ground… you wouldn’t want that would you, Spider?” The na’vi now loomed over Spider. His face was sympathetic, but his tone revealed his darker intent. Spider scrunched his nose in disgust, now finally getting a clear view of the situation from all sides. If anything was evident, it was that Spider had to come up with a plan to get Neteyam out of there and back with his family. “You son of a bitch” Spider growled shaking his head in disbelief as Quaritch turned his back, who ignored the insult continuing on his way before getting stopped by another recom, “Hey colonel, we got some intel on Sully’s location. General Ardmore wants us to return to Hell's Gate and investigate immediately.”
Quaritch nodded ordering the recom to prepare the troops before turning back to Spider who had been listening to the conversation, “Looks like it’s your friend’s lucky day” he smirked walking back toward the room, opening the door, “That’s enough, let him cool off. We are taking off in an hour tops”. Spider desperately tried to peak past Quaritch’s form, hoping to catch Neteyam’s gaze. His exhaustion weighed deeply on him, almost too week to even lift his head, so he didn’t. His gaze fixed on the floor and his body writhed from the aftershocks. Spider winced, as the soldier unhinged all of Neteyam’s bindings, watching as his limp body fell to the ground with a loud thud. Seeing Neteyam so weak, as if he had no fight left in him, caused feelings of doubt and guilt to flood Spider’s mind. Neteyam on the other hand, no matter how drained; his blood boiled. A new fire was lit in the pit of his stomach as he laid there on the cold tile floor. A new sense of purpose. All he cared about now was ending Quaritch and the rest of the RDA and getting back to his family. Back to you.
UGHHH I feel like this chapter was so short, but I didn't want to overcomplicate it too much with what I have planned coming next.
I hope that regardless, you all enjoy this chapter and bear with me while I prepare for chapter 5.
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Can I make a request where the reader is to be mated with Aonung but Neteyam swoops in and steals her away? Bonus points if it's dark 🤤
Thank you!
Replacement (18+ MDNI) —
Neteyam x Fem Metkayina reader
Contains: ⚠️ CNC, dark/rough Neteyam, daddy kink, creampie, impact play, missionary, cheating reader (sorta). Let me now if I missed anything.
Plot: After finding out you're forced to be mated with Aounung, Neteyam does whatever he can to make sure it doesn't happen.
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You had just returned from your 3rd fitting session of the day with Ronal. Her, and many of the older women in the clan won't stop gushing about how you and Aounung would be such "beautiful mates". But in all honesty, you didn't want to be with him in the first place. The marriage was arranged by Aounung's parents and yours. But of course, you had no say in it.
Going through hours of being pricked by needles, pushed around, and squeezed by the attire she'd sewn for you. It felt endless. One outfit after the other, and if that one wasn't 1000% perfect? You had to stand still for Eywa knows how long, as the Tsahík and elders fit their fabrics on you. It was torture.
Exhausted, you stumble back into your Marui. Collapsing on your cot and laying on your back as you deeply sighed. The sound of wind blowing was like a soothing melody as you began to drift into a restless sleep, desperately seeking an escape from the overwhelming reality that'd been forced upon you.
Just as you were beginning to lose consciousness.. "Knock knock?" You hear a voice tap on the wood outside of your Marui. Shooting up from your cot, you quickly shuffle to the door, instantly smiling at who you see. "Neteyam!" You happily sigh, bringing him into a hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He stands still for a second, surprised by the sudden gesture, but still embraces you nonetheless.
Neteyam takes both of your shoulders and tilts your face up to look at his. "Something wrong? You look tired." His that gently holds your chin, runs down your face and rests on the top of your head. You frown, tilting your head with a pout, basically speaking with your eyes. "Was the Tsahík making you try on clothes again?" He let out a small laugh under his breath.
"Yeah," you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Every single day, nonstop. It's so tiring," You huff, turning around to sit on your cot as you burry your face in your knees. "I just want this to end," you groan again. "I didn't even wanna be with him in the first place." You complain about the same thing, for the hundredth time today- almost becoming annoyed with yourself.
Neteyam stood still, body leaning against your wooden walls as he stirred up an idea. "Hey," he starts, voice full of curiosity. "Your father wants just wants you to be mated the Olo'ekytan, right?" He asked. You bring your head up from your knees, peeking up at Neteyam. "Mm- yeah, why?" You mumble with a nod, unsure of what he's getting at.
A sly smirk curls on Neteyam's lips, he knew exactly how to curve you from Aounung. He moves away from the wooden plank, stopping in front of you and kneeling to your level. "W-What is it, Teyam?" You question as your body heat increased, heart beating faster. "Y/n," he sighs. "You do know that I'm going to be Olo'ekytan too, right?" You blink a few times. "Yes.." You reply, staring at him with growing curiosity and anticipation.
"No." You state once you finally understand. "No, I can't do that. My father would never approve, and I'm already expected to be-" He cups your chin, pitying a smile. "It's a shame that I'm not asking. I'm *telling." Neteyam sounds more serious than usual, and it worries you that he actually expects you to go through with this.
Neteyam is picture perfect, there's no doubt about that. He's an amazing warrior, responsible, attractive, muscular, and the list could go on and on. The only problem, is he's basically like family to you. The years you've known each other all you've done was mentor him. Teaching him the Metkayina ways, it almost felt like you were raising him up— which is why it felt so it felt wrong to consider mating with him.
"I-I can't, really Neteyam-" He stops you again. "Didn't you want a way out of this? I'm giving you one, and now you're trying to back out?" He raises his voice as he stood up, causing you to flinch. His large figure is towering over you now, you can see each pore and freckle on his chest.
Looking up at him, you hesitate to speak. "Neteyam, please calm down. I didn't mean to lead you on or anything, I swear." you try to explain, but his patience is visibly running thin.
Neteyam lets out a deep, exhaled sigh. "You may not want this, but you also don't want to be with Aounung, yes?" His voice was melodic and deep. Almost sympathetic.
Barely making eye contact as he loosens his loincloth. You sniffle, nodding in fear. "Mm, that's what I thought." You're practically trembling as you watch him untie his cloth. "I'm your only way out, y/n. It's me or him."
Your ears lay flat in fear. Worried about what he'll do next. "Oh, come on. Don't act all scared now," Neteyam teases. He pulls you closer by your chin, giving a single kitten lick to your neck. "Hmh.." You whine, completely cornered. Neteyam's firm hands wrap around your throat, only gently squeezing. You turn your head and try to avoid his eyes.
He spreads your thighs with his knee, making each move sensual and slow. "Look at me," he hums, weaving his fingers in between your top. You pretend not to hear him, but the slight twitch in your ears gave you away.
"You think you're funny, huh? I said, look at me." Neteyam growls, gripping your chin tighter and forcing it to face him. Your lips quiver, you've no choice but to lock eyes with him. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, y/n."
As his hands travel underneath your top, he groans. Feeling the warmth of your breasts while his index and middle finger roll in between your nipples. Without warning, he rips it your crochet top off. Fully exposing your tits. "Neteyam!" You gasp. "Shut up." He snarls.
After that, he goes for your loincloth. His sharp nails teasing your band before expertly untying it. He completely took his off, as well. Cock standing at attention, pulsing every once in awhile, just waiting to be touched. You reach your hand out, slowly going in for it. You're stopped as he smacks your hand away. "Did I give you permission to touch me?" Neteyam asks, tone stern. "N-No, but—"
He takes you by your neck, throwing you onto the cot as if you were nothing. Your pupils widen as you whimpered, jagged breaths escaping you. "I-I'm sorry, Neteyam. I won't touch you without permission." You whimper, leaning back on your arms as you attempt to shuffle away. He mockingly frowns, stepping over to you.
Your heart rate was at it's peak as he came closer. Crawling on top of you and pinning your arms back. His abs were tense and his breathing was so heavy. You've never seen him this way. Usually he's the sweetest, most careful man ever. But now? He was entirely different.
Your eyes meet each other, and you know he's yearning for something more. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming." He promises "So loud that bitch Aounung will hear." Neteyam shines his fangs, slowly bringing his hands from your arms to your navel. "I bet you'd like that, huh?" He teased, pressing his thumb against your clit. "Mmh! Yes daddy. I-I would like it." You unknowingly mewl. It was almost like he forced the noise from your throat.
He holds his girthy cock with one full hand, making it look bigger than it already was. You gulp again after seeing what was going inside you, squeezing your eyes shut. He sharply inhales before easing his cock in, giving you a few seconds to prepare, before plummetting his dick inside you.
"Oh fuck! Oh f-fuck, stop! Too big, please!" Instinctively, you attempt to push him off. But his so much bigger than you, it was no use. You whine and cry, back arching as your body tries to adjust. "Don't fight it, baby. Take it for daddy, huh?" He shushes you, low moans escaping from him as he pushes the remaining 7 inches in.
Now this felt like actual torture. Like you were being ripped apart, but for some reason your body was begging for more.
Tears well in your eyes while Neteyam's cock stuffs your guts. "Mmmhh, there we go.." He groaned, giving your face a quick slap.
He was rough. And maybe you secretly loved every second. No man has ever made you feel this way. "N-No more," you hiccup. "Please!" His cock pulsed at your cries, only giving him more pleasure while he fucks you out, cock moving out halfway, slamming harder with each thrust.
"Yeah? You like that slut? Tell daddy." He plows into you deeper, your slick juices combined with his precum- making such nasty noises. "I do! I love it daddy!" You struggle another moan, absolutely hating that you're enjoying this. Neteyam holds onto the sides of your ass, clawing into them as his cock drills you. A new stream of tears roll down your face. Breathy sobs and mewls escape from your mouth.
"I like when you cry." He claws deeper, hands clutching the sides of your ass before he smacks it. Leaving faint, flush handprints. "Ah!" You yelp in pain. "You're hurting me, please!"
"Oh, yeah? It's hurting?" Neteyam mocks you again. Grunting as his hips gyrate in you, strokes becoming longer and deeper. You nod as a tear falls. "Yes.."
"It's hurting?" His single second of sympathy was over. His slaps have moved from your ass, to your tits. Leaving a stinging sensation as he pulls your body up— forcing you down on his dick. You scream out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whimper and mewl. "Keep fucking acting like you don't want this," he thrusts once. Making you gasp for the air that's being knocked from you.
Neteyam snakes his hand to your neck, using it to pull you closer. "I'm gonna cum inside your pussy, and leave my scent on you." He whispers, fangs grazing your neck. "Everyone's gonna smell how much of a dirty slut you are." A newfound wave of arousal and pain runs through your body, you knew that you were gonna cum— no, squirt. It was so close, all you could do was stare into his eyes. Pupils fully blown as it builds up.
You cunt squeezes him, almost like a warning. "Daddy, I'm.." You sharply inhale, electricity moving throughout you. "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck!" He growls. Feeling his heavy load finally get ready to spurt. Fill your womb and invade your ovaries. "That's it. Cum on me, I'll cream this tight pussy and make you mine." Neteyam moaned, pulling you closer if it was even possible.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Tigh.. ter
Tight, tight..
Release
"I'm cu- cumming! Oh, fuck, daddy!" You scream, squirting over his cock. It came out like a waterfall, coating your plush thighs, to his balls. Your bodies were synced with each other. And just as you finished, he started.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Take it. Take all my fucking cum." Neteyam moans, pantint as he holds your hips down on him, the veins in his forearms becoming prominent as he dumps his seed into your warm pussy. You cling into him, melting at the sudden warmish feeling in your tummy. "Nghhh.." You softly moan, weary and ready to pass out.
He notices and props your head up to look at him. "Uh uh, don't pass out on me now." Neteyam grins. "You're all mine now, and you have my scent. You know what that means?" Neteyam coos. "Hm..?" You lazily whine.
"I get to do what I want with you. We're mated for life now, y/n." He pulls out. Letting you fall back before moving around to your face. You're met with his still hard cock, the tip getting ready to part your lips as it's still slightly dipped in his cum and yours.
"Say 'ah'. Open wide for daddy.."
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This Is Love, Isn’t It? (Teaser)
Pairing: Dark Neteyam x fem!reader
W/C: tba (hopefully near 10k)
Warnings: dark/yandere-ish Neteyam, aged up characters, more warnings tba
Edit: *Complete Fic is out!*
A/N: I had to put a teaser out cause I’m going crazy. it’s been so hard to write this and editing will = last braincell hanging on by a thread
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You kept calling for your Ikran, Ora, several times but she hasn’t come, not once.
You can’t think of what happened to her as you’re trying your best to hide. Eclipse has fallen by the time you made it deep into the forest and the downpour of rain has caused you to lose your footing twice. You haven’t run this amount in a while. So, you track further until you can no longer take it. You find a low leaf of a tree and hide behind it to catch your breath.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been resting but your ears twitch the second you hear slow steps crunching on the ground. You press your back into the bark of the tree when he calls your name.
“Don’t hide from me. You know I don’t like it.”
You close your eyes and pray to Eywa that he will tread past you. You should have known better though. Neteyam’s a skilled warrior, a hunter. It’s incredibly still and quiet as you exhale slowly to not make your presence known.
Eywa didn’t answer your prayer.
His hand is gripping your arm and pulling you to your feet. He takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head upwards.
Neteyam doesn’t like playing games like this.
He tightens his grip, “You’ve been a bad girl.”
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I'm gonna continue writing neteyam x lonely reader but be aware IT WILL BE DARKKKKK and I mean it
If you still wanna read it well be my guest or guess or something.
The hell is wrong with my spelling? 🧍🏽♀️
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The Bet
Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina Reader
໒꒱ ‧₊˚ synopsis Neteyam cheats in a game of dice in order to have his way with you
໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wc short read
໒꒱ ‧₊˚ tags toxic / manipulative!neteyam. betting (?) soft blowjob / oral ( m receiving )
໒꒱ ‧₊˚ note super random . probably won't make sense . sorry if its confusing . this is my first drabble ? oneshot ? please be gentle with me 😂
enjoy x
໒꒱ ‧₊˚. NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
"A six. How unlucky" Neteyam smirks as he picks up the things he calls dice, small foreign objects he showed you from his dads home planet
"But why is it unlucky? You still haven't even explained the game!" Sitting in a kneeling position, you pout- growing more and more confused by the second
"Because I said so" Staring at you intensely, making you nervous and uneasy. You were both on an empty beach, on the opposite side of the Metkayina village. For some odd reason he didn't want anyone else to join you with this particular game, wanting it to be just the two of you. He said the game would be fun, not too many rules and simple to follow. But, he also said he couldn't tell you the rules, only he was allowed to know. How were you supposed to know if you won or not? He said he would tell you if and when you did- telling you to trust him
"Okay so now what?" You motion to begin to stand, legs aching from being in the stiff position for so long
"Ah ah , remember what you agreed to" He begins to rise too, making sure you don't start making your way back
"If I lose, then I would have to help you with something" with a pinch in your brow, your face is flat and annoyed, this game from earth was... awful
"Right.. So get back down on your knees and close your eyes" He was a few inches from your face, talking lowly
Your ears pinned back, eyes darting back and forth between his. You swallowed, then made your way back down into your original position, hands placed on your legs
"Neteyam, what am I do-"
"Shh, close your eyes. I won't say it again"
Your upper lip quirked, and with a deep exhale, you obeyed. "Perfect tanhi. Now open your mouth for me." What the hell is he doing? What kind of favor required all of this? You slowly opened your mouth, your brows pinching together even more than before
"Be really still for me" he breaths as he places his left hand on the side of your face, gently cupping your cheek and using his thumb, stroking your skin. Using his right hand, he slowly guides his shaft closer to your lips. He places the tip on your bottom lip, softly dragging it side to side
"Good, now stick your tongue out" Eyes still closed, You slowly extend the pink muscle until it connects with his tip. You retract instantly, precum covering your taste buds with a slight sourness
"Neteyam what kind of fruit is this?" Swirling your tongue around in your mouth, completely clueless. He lets out a breathy chuckle, "The best kind... now open wide"
Re-opening, he instantly begins to slowly slide his length in your warm mouth with a low moan. You began to whimper, the vibrations sending chills up his spine with his mouth agape
"Sssss , uh eywa" His right hand removed from his shaft to the back of your head, lightly fisting your hair
Your eyes finally pop open, unable to keep them shut any longer. They grow bigger with the realization of what's happening. You jerk back entirely until his entire length pops out, surprised look plastered on your features taking short quick breaths
Neteyams head shoots down with the loss of feeling, brows pinching together due to the instant cold
"Neteyam what the-"
"Remember the bet. You can't go back on your word"
You were in disbelief and shock. He never mentioned doing this. And now you can see why. But instead of getting up and leaving, you stayed put. It was actually quite.. exciting. Blinking a few times and without a reply, you take him back into your warmth and wetness, sucking on him firmly. You can feel every ridge with your tongue as he begins to harden even more. Moaning louder than before, he throws his head back in pleasure, overwhelmed by how amazing your mouth feels
"Fuck tanhi, you’re gonna make me cum" Struggling to speak, his face pointed towards the sky, eyes screwed shut trying to last just a little bit longer
You whimper at the praise, gradually increasing your movements. You raise your right hand and wrap it around his length, simultaneously sucking and stroking while your left hand lays flat against his hip.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he huffs out, his breathing being very labored, nearing his release. You begin to twist your wrist and swipe your tongue over the tip, making his hips spasm. He grips your hair tightly before gripping completely, freezing his movements as he shoots his cum down your throat. you swallow quickly trying not to choke
"Shit .. you are absolutely gorgeous" removing himself from your mouth and catching his breath. He begins to come down from his high as he looks down at you with a haze and partially closed eyelids
you faintly smile up at him and he comes down to connect his lips with yours
maybe this game wasn't so bad after all
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Little Gift- Introduction
Pairing: Soft Dark Neteyam x Human Fem Reader
Beautiful Neteyam pic by @cinetrix2
Sumarry: The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants.
Warnings: dark, dubcon/noncon, suggestive, kidnapping, aged up Neteyam, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, humiliation, dark Neteyam, swearing, power imbalance, etc. (not exhaustive) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: I had this idea in the middle of the night two days ago. This will be the introduction of the mini series. It is dark content so read at your own risk.
tiyawn: love
mawey: be calm
oeyӓ: my (possessive)
Masterlist
The rope is coarse against your wrist and ankles, tied tight enough to leave squirming out of the question. However, it's the thick fabric gag that has you grinding your teeth together in discomfort. They leave you no opportunity to ask questions. No way to understand your fate before it unfolds.
Colonel Quaritch had been even more cold and distant as you were prepared for the mysterious treck. You had been in the middle of packing your stuff, preparing to return home with the rest of the RDA when you had been dragged away and dressed against your will.
Now kneeling here in the middle of Pandora’s forest wearing little more than sparkly scraps, you have never felt more exposed. The intricately beaded top does little to nothing to cover your hardening nipples and it’s easy to catch some of the Colonel’s brats sneaking a glance occasionally.
“Colonel,” Lyle calls to your left. “For a final touch.” He holds a large pink ribbon in one hand, eyes snapping over to your small form with a smirk.
“Be quick.” Quaritch grumbles but he doesn’t hide the amusement painted across his face.
You attempt to scoot away when Lyle approaches you but he wrangles you back into place one handed. Another recom keeps you still with hands on your shoulders and before you know it Lyle is using the ribbon to tie a big bow directly over your breasts.
You muster every hateful thought into your heated glare, not that it does much to kill his mood.
It’s obvious that you are the one left out of the joke everyone seems to revel in. Several times you wonder if all of this is some sick prank. Dressing you up only to drag you into the middle of the woods and leave you for dead. Perhaps even kill you themselves.
However, thirty minutes of kneeling in the mud with a small army on high alert around you proves plans to be otherwise. There is something ominous about that pink bow tied around you, something even more suspicious about the traditional Na’vi clothing that has somehow been made to fit you perfectly.
“That bastard sure likes to take his sweet time.” Mansk huffs.
“What more did you expect from one of Sully’s filthy half breeds?” Quaritch sneers, readjusting the heavy artillery into his shoulder.
“Makes a lot of demands too. Swear if we didn’t need these resources-” Lyle starts but is cut off.
“And yet we do. So shut your trap and pay attention.” The Colonel snips at him. It’s almost comical to see how fast Lyle straightens and goes back to scanning the terrain for movement.
Always the Colonel’s bitch.
You wish this ridiculous gag wouldn’t stop you from finally speaking your opinion freely. If you are about to meet your demise, the least they could let you do is get some long awaited satisfaction.
Tension bleeds into the atmosphere. The former marines snap to attention and guns are locked into place, the formation fanning them out to combat any potential threats.
It takes several dreadful seconds for you to see them but finally a pair of golden eyes just barely shines through the thick forest. They are in the trees, crouched to the ground, in bushes, some even swooping overhead on banshees.
You marvel at their ability to hide in the nooks and crannies of the forest. However, even now you recognize that they are choosing to be seen. They have decided to make their presence known.
Your heart thunders.
Tied and kneeling between the two juxtaposing crowds feels like being offered up as a human sacrifice.
Do the Na’vi believe in live sacrifice?
Perhaps they too put up dead to their deity as a sign of loyalty.
And you are pampered and primed for the taking.
“Signed, sealed and delivered as promised.” The Colonel grunts, boot clad toe nudging your vulnerable form.
Dread slinks through your veins.
What have you done to deserve this?
The Na’vi that steps out into the open is one that you can recognize instantly. Even a human of low status among the RDA knows what Jake Sully’s eldest son, and now Omatikaya Olo’eyktan, looks like. His face has become a focused target that the RDA have been working to exterminate for months. Now, it feels all for naught as they have been brought to their knees and forced to leave Pandora with little resources. The same reason you prepare yourself to say goodbye to this mysterious planet for good.
However, that was the idea before you were prepared like a trussed up main course for the taking.
You struggle fruitlessly in the binds once more and Neteyam’s eyes center on you. Peering up at him hurts your neck as you are once again reminded of how tall and muscular the Na’vi are. His shoulders give the illusion of spanning out even further with the traditional feathered mantle he wears.
His head slants to the side before he is prowling closer. You attempt to jerk away from his large hand coming to your face but that only ends in you falling back on your rear. His lips turn down as he inspects your tied wrists. There is nothing you can do as he holds both of them easily with one hand.
“I was told she would not be harmed.” He speaks lowly, voice thick with a Na’vi accent.
“She put up quite a fight. Even getting her to hold still during the shot was a pain in the ass.” Quaritch replies.
You remember all too well the fear that had overcome you when they brought out that long needle. The developed serum was a success naturally but it still racks your anxiety higher to fully breathe Pandoran air without your mask. Even more so, you feel strangely more exposed in front of this Na’vi legend without the glass to separate you from him.
“I don’t appreciate excuses.” His golden eyes flicker towards your face and a small smile appears. “But I am pleased to see it fits.” Long fingers trace the lines of your necklace top before toying with the ends of the pink boy.
You stiffen beneath his touch, eyeing the sheathed dagger across his chest.
Do sacrificial ceremonies require specific clothing?
Maybe dressing a sacrifice up in pretty ornaments and clothing proves to their deity its value.
Either way, you hope it’s fast. The Na’vi are trained killers, but at least they should know how to end a life swiftly.
“I would be pleased to see the resources you promised.” The Colonel bites back.
Neteyam sighs and purses her lips as if the small army around them is simply an annoyance instead of a threat.
“Trades are not historically present between the Omatikaya and your people. I am not opposed to taking instead. Remember that.”
You can hear the shifting guns behind you. The Colonel’s anger boils through the air and you are surprised to find no smart response coming from him. Neteyam leisurely tugs the ends of the bow, perfecting its shape and you are mortified to feel your nipples tighten beneath them. He nods his head and a few armed Na’vi step forward and hesitantly hand over a few tubes of minerals.
You recognize it as unobtanium, most likely the small amount left to mine from the last Home Tree. Your eyes widen. All of that for you?
It wouldn’t be enough to make the RDA’s trip a success but it would surely cut down the financial loss significantly. But why give it over? Just to kill you? Had their deity sent out a bounty on your head and if so, what had you done to piss Her off so immensely?
“As promised.” Neteyam rises back to full height, hands settling on his hips. “I trust you understand what is to come to those who do not honor this agreement.”
“Consider her a…peace offering. A special gift from the RDA.” You can hear the smirk in Quaritch’s tone, even the chuckle that Loyd fights to hold back. Your teeth dig into the fabric gag, praying more than ever that now would be the one time you would be able to rip him a new one.
Your own special gift before you leave this life.
“I tire of your presence, demon.”
Quaritch scoffs but you can already hear the shuffling of retreating boots as they slowly but surely exit the scene. The only home you have ever known and now it is nothing more than a memory. You’re left to the demise of the Na’vi like a shiny object to be collected.
And with the way Neteyam smiles and studies your form intently, you can’t have found a better analogy. Kneeling once more, large hands cup your cheeks, fingers encasing the whole side of your head.
“Oeyӓ tiyawn, you are shaking.” He tuts, features softening at breakneck speed. Eyebrows furrowing, you watch closely as he carefully parts the hair from your face. “So nice to meet you, properly that is.” He chuckles, as if telling a joke only he knows the context to.
Unease tightens your muscles and you’re sure that if your heart rate picks up anymore the organ will simply give out before they even have a chance to kill you.
He sends a look to the side and instantly the rest of the Na’vi party retreat back into the forest. Your forehead creases. What is a sacrifice without an audience?
Unless.
Neteyam’s fingers comb through your hair.
Unless the Olo’eyktan has decided to have his fun with you before you are offered up.
Tears spill from your eyes and you can’t stop yourself from trying to beg through the gag.
“Oh tiyawn,” His thumbs wipe away your tears. “You do not need to cry anymore. Not now that you are mine.”
A hiccup catches in your throat, wide eyes looking up at him.
“My sweet pet.” He husks, lips curved into a prideful smile.
Your heart drops to your stomach.
Pet.
How does he even know what that word means? The Na’vi do not keep pets. Perhaps he misspoke.
But when one large hand circles around the back of your neck and you remember one thing: this man was raised by both Na’vi and Sky People.
Frantically shaking your head in protest you try to get out words that will convince him to release you. It’s a strained effort with the cloth gag and his giant hand grasping your neck.
“Mawey, little gift, before you hurt yourself.” He lingers over the cloth gag and for a moment you have hope that he will remove it, instead Neteyam gives you a sympathetic smile. “My poor tiyawn, I would love to remove it but I think we will need to go over some ground rules first. I’ll need you to listen without distraction for that part.”
Your thoughts tangle into a million knots as vast ideas of what these rules may entail generate frantically.
It would be easier to believe that a Na’vi has no purpose for a Sky Person as a pet but it’s impossible to miss the lust swimming in his golden orbs. Nor the wandering hands that now come to squeeze your plush hips.
“You’re even more breathtaking up close.” He grins. When had he seen you from a distance? “Especially in proper clothing.”
You can barely see through the cloud of tears over your eyes so you miss when Neteyam unsheathes his knife. That is, until you feel the cold material against your ankles. Terror grips your heart but to your surprise the Olo’eyktan cuts the rope around your feet.
Foolishly you take advantage of this slight freedom only to be snatched around the waist and pulled onto his lap. Neteyam chuckles as if your escape attempt is the cutest thing he has ever seen. Your hips ache slightly at the stretch it takes to straddle one of his muscular thighs.
“Misbehaving already, hm?” He raises a hairless eyebrow at you, one hand slink down to settle over your rear. Luckily he seems more amused than angry. After all, you have to admit that there was no real chance of you outrunning him in the first place. And now that those muscular arms are locked around you, there is no hope of beating his strength.
Humiliation runs deep when you feel the first trickle of arousal stain your tiny loincloth. Neteyam’s thigh flexes and your pussy greedily takes the friction as an invitation. His nostrils flare, no doubt taking in your changing scent.
He doesn’t further your embarrassment, however. At least not yet.
“My father told me about these.” He muses, fingers playing with the bow once more. “It’s said to represent gifts. I always thought they were silly but now…” Heat runs straight to your core when his thumb dances over one escaped nipple. “I quite like the look of it on you, little gift.”
A whimper escapes your lips without permission, snagging his attention.
“Needy little pet, aren’t you?” A dark laugh rumbles his chest as his thumb casually slips underneath to bow to torment one nipple. “Do not worry, oeyӓ tiyawn. I’ll have you seeing stars before the night is through.”
Everything in your mind says no but Neteyam’s skin is warm and his hands are skilled as one teases your nipples while the other explores your backside. Your body preens into the touch, desperate for some semblance of comfort to hold onto. And in the dangerous atmosphere of Pandoran nights, your instincts tell you that this man is what separates you from death.
However, you are still held as prey under his gaze.
“But first I think it is time to get you home.” He leans forwards until your noses are touching.
“You will be more comfortable in my bed, pet.”
And so it begins! As always, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts! <3
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Yandere Sully Family
AO3
Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sully Family X Human Pet! f!Reader
Summary: General headcanons about yandere Sully family and their human pet.
Warnings: Possible +18 implies, yandere, dark, obsession, possession, controlling behaviours, dehumanization, human!pet reader, forced age regressed reader, forced age regression, kidnapped reader, naive!reader, forced family, forced baths, no privacy to the reader, mentally weird family, possible missed warnings
A/N: Tuk & reader are not and will never be sexually portrayed together, pls don't you ever think that. Kiri, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Spider and the reader are not minors. I'm calling them kids because they have parents and they live together, so. Some subconscious platonic & romantic dubcon/noncon can be sensed, it's a yandere family after all. You've been warned.
What a beautiful little human you are. Needs a mask to survive, oww... Why were you even there? Cute little creature... looking so lost and scared. What a vulnerable, delicate pet! They all love you so, so much, you can be sure of that. So stop crying, it doesn't suit you. There's no point in you crying and begging for them to take you home. There's no way they can understand you unless you don't speak English or Na'vi. They love it when you speak, since they don't understand whether you curse or beg. All they hear is your sweet voice and weird words.
It doesn't make any difference if you speak English anyway. They just sush you immediately. Neytiri and Jake give you some gentle punishments if you happen to curse. Doesn't matter if one of the kids snitches on you or you curse directly to their face. They're afraid of hurting you, but they scare you by getting angry and hissing. Grabbing your tiny little arm and squeezing it or putting you somewhere high and not taking you down until you apologize works fine. Maybe some spanks on your butt too. But the whole "gentle" process is scary enough for you.
Neteyam punishes you by himself too. Since he sees himself as the responsible one and he's the oldest brother, he takes it as his duty to take care of you. He already gets orders from his father to keep an eye on his siblings and you, but he has this weird urge to make sure that you're bring a good girl. He's not the one who snitches on you, but he blackmails you, telling you to obey what he says or he'll tell his dad. He never gives you away, though. But you fall for that every time, how amusing. He lectures you in a serious tone and explains why you're not allowed to curse. Then he gives you a punishment like his father does to him. "No more speaking for the rest of the day, understood?" He needs to see if you behave. It's important for him to know that you see him as an authoritative figure. He wants to have an authority over you like his parents have over you and them.
Jake knows that some humans are weak in nature and they get scared very often, especially the little ones like you. After Jake tells Neytiri that you need some belongings in order to feel safe and it's just how human brain works, Neytiri refuses him to go and grab some for you. She wants to make them by herself, even though the concept of it is strange for her. Needing to cover yourself so you can feel safe and protected? She can hold you in her arms! Even though she can't understand, she makes a nonfunctional blanket. She wants to see you feel safe around "her" craft. After all, you need to feel safe around your new family and only around them. You belong to them, what do you mean you need outside belongings in order to feel safe? Isn't your family enough?
Jake finds a way to provide some of your human wants and needs anyway. And he knows that you have to stay in the base regularly. Humans can't just live outside constantly. He knows he can trust Spider for keeping you safe and "secured". Jake discusses this with Neytiri, the kids talk to their mom and make her see your point. She wants you with her all the time, it's so painful to let you go. But she eventually accepts, since all she wants is for you to stay with them without causing any troubles, and of course, for you to be happy and healthy. Neytiri also builds a nest for you because apparently it's necessary for your emotional comfort and Jake, of course, makes some "small" changes. Neytiri is not happy about them but again, Jake knows humans better than anyone else.
The family just want to fill your growling tummy with lots of delicious human-friendly food, hold you in their arms, pet your soft little body, tuck you in a handmade blanket (not actually warm since Pandora is hot enough) and give you a handmade stuffed animal or something because for them, it's highly possible that you get scared. Sometimes Tuk tells her mom that you're so timid. Kiri says you're so quiet. Lo'ak argues that you need to leave your nest more often and join him to explore the world around you. Neteyam thinks you're not capable of taking care of yourself and you need protection, that's why you should stay in your nest. Spider supports Lo'ak, but he knows you'll check every oportunity to run. He thinks Lo'ak would trust you too much and leave you alone for a while or stop watching you. He would never do that.
Neytiri washes you personally. She can do it in front of anyone, doesn't matter. You're her baby and you can't do it on your own. You're just so weak and... it's so complex for you. It's not something to be scared of, why are you crying? Why are your cheeks get red everytime? Maybe she needs Jake to help. If he's not around Kiri, Neteyam or Lo'ak can help their mom very well. It's not their first time holding you in their arms while Neytiri washes you. You just need someone to hold you, right? "Shh... Just breathe, just breathe..." They say while their mom cleans you.
You don't wear human clothes. Neytiri covers your private areas similar to theirs. Similar to Spider, but you wear special materials. She doesn't understand why you make a fuss when she makes you wear them. "Kiri! Hold her." Kiri totally ignores how naked you are and pulls you in her lap after sitting on the ground. "Shh... It's okay." She whispers into your ear while her mother holds your leg. "Neteyam, bring her... MaJake, what was it called?" You scream and try to kick her but she hisses and makes you whimper. "It's pacifier, baby."
But she understands why you make a fuss when Spider tries to paint your body like his. Although she'd like to see you as one of them, she doesn't like Spider a bit. She looks at Jake. "I don't want him around my baby, he belongs with his own kind." Then she hisses at Spider, wanting to grab you, but Lo'ak defends him. He stands between Spider and his mom, trying to convince her. "No, no! It was my idea. She'll look so cute in blue, trust me." Then Tuk says. "Pleaseee!" Neytiri doesn't want to upset her kids and lets Spider to paint you, only to wash you afterwards.
Spider is a human born, yes, but mentally this guy's a true Na'vi. You were excited to see him for the first time, hoping he'd help you out of this messed up situation. But he came out as sick as the others. He's feral, he paints himself, he covers only one part of his body, he hisses... Human body, Na'vi mind. You're so shocked about it. Why would anyone do this willingly? Why would he want to be one of them? Did they brainwash him? No, no... He was sick already!
You're just beyond upset because you were so close to escape when you met this crazy family. While running around, you saw Spider and you thought you could trust him. He's a human, after all. Instead of keep running, you stopped and let him grasp your arms. You thought he was just worried because you were crying. You ignored his tight grip. You begged him to save you. "Hey, hey... Don't cry, okay? I'll help you. C'mon, this way!" Then he brought you to his "brother" Lo'ak. You've never felt so betrayed before. Apparently Spider was looking for you with the rest of the family. "Thanks bro!" Lo'ak said and wrapped one of his arms around you, while the other went to his neck. "Devil Dog, Devil Dog, this is Eagle Eye, over." ... "Spider found her, she's with me."
Jake was also a human once, but it was a very long time ago. He feels like he's born and raised in Pandora. He sees himself as one of them, not a human. His human life wasn't... well, perfect. Even though he was lost and didn't know who he was before, he later found his true purpose. "A father protects. It's what gives him meaning." You are his family too, except... you're more like a little pet to him. He doesn't see you as a fellow human or an equal. You're just one of the sky people, except you're innocent and naive. You could never hurt even the smallest flower. That's why he wants to protect you. He wants to protect your pure heart and pure mind.
And that's why Eywa loves you too. Everyone is aware of that Eywa watches over you. They know it since the first time they saw you. They witness it every time woodsprites lay on you. But especially Kiri, she can almost feel that Eywa loves you. She can't explain it, she just knows it. It makes Kiri push closer to you, she can feel the bond between you getting stronger because of this. Kiri loves to show you the world through her eyes. She wants you to see and feel Eywa the way she does. Expect a lot of spirutal trips with her. You want to run while she lays down and zooms out, but Spider always comes with you to keep an eye on you.
Kiri is the spiritual one, you coded her like that. She always says something about Eywa whenever she's with you. You can relax a little around her since she doesn't tire you. All she wants is for you to listen. She takes your tiny hand and place it on your heart. "Close your eyes." Then she keeps talking and explaining the world around you. You often fall asleep with her. Then one of them carries you to your nest.
Lo'ak is the careless one, at least, to an extent. He's also your chance to escape. He often tries to steal you from them and take you with him. "We're gonna have so much fun together." Sometimes you go to him and pull his arm, pointing the forest. You want to go very often. Spider, of course knows what's happening unlike Lo'ak. You wanna go alone and get mad whenever Spider or someone else wants to join. You try to push Spider and yell. "Whoa, whoa... Calm down. It's not gonna happen."
Tuk is the tiring one. She just wants to play with you all the time. Please jump around with her and play like her age. When you sit and do nothing, which happens all the time, she complains. "C'monnn, get up! Why are you doing this?" She pulls your arm and makes you stand up, but you sit back and turn around. You're so stubborn.
Neteyam is the responsible one, you can say. He's always around and always checking on you and his siblings. Partly because his father demands it, but mostly because he wants to do it. But you notice him paying exta attention to you. He often gives you some food and kneels, watches you as you slowly bite it and look at his eyes. He expects a thank you and you give him. He thought you how to act in certain situations. He loves to pet your head and smile. "Let's lay down together. You can sleep on my chest."
Neytiri is the possessive one. She's already very protective of her family and she's extremely jealous of you. You're like her adoptive child, but not quite like Kiri. She sees Kiri as an intelligent being and equal to her children. You're totally like a reactive human... doll or something. She literally treats you like a brainless pet and she makes you feel like you don't have any capacity of thinking by yourself. You hate it so much. She expands her arms and nearly babytalks to you while smiling. "Come, my baby. Come to me."
Jake is the leader in your eyes. You notice how he leads his family. He knows how to be strategic and how to make a move. After all, he was a marine. Neytiri wants to attack right away, but Jake stops her and explains why they should wait or do something else. And he shows his leader side by wanting to make sure you have everything. Is your nest comfortable for a human? Are you healthy for a human? How much do you sleep? He makes sure that you meet your human needs. He places you in his lap and checks your body to see if there's any injuries. He touches it gently and examines every part of your body. You yelp and struggle in his arms. "Shh... easy, baby girl. We're so grumpy today, huh?"
Spider technically isn't family, but... he is actually. Neytiri hates dislikes him, Neteyam has his own priorities, Jake has other stuff to think about and Tuk simply couldn't care less. That's all. This situation doesn't seem to bother him, though. He just wants to hang out with Lo'ak and Kiri. And you. He's the watcher. Always, always makes sure that you're not running away. You hate him. "Hey, where are you going?"
Each of them is creepy in their own way. But what they have in common is somehow you. It's like you're their center. Joy, anxiety, sadness, love, passion... everything converges on you. You have no idea why they're so obsessed with you and if you'll ever manage to escape. But honestly, you don't have much hope. You slowly let them brainwash you and make you their pet in time. Maybe the only way to move on is by giving up. "Sullys stick together. That was our greatest weakness, and our great strength."
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Rude
~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader
~explicit content, soft dom Neteyam, sub reader, golden retriever boyfriend x black cat girlfriend
~Proofread?-no
~Summary~You hate Neteyam’s guts because you're afraid he’ll break your heart. He is a lovesick fool who refuses to give up on you.
~Note-Everything done is consensual!!!
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Neteyam was the most annoying, agitating, boy you to ever met. You didn't like him, you made that very clear to anyone who had ears. His smile was gorgeous and you just wanted to smack it off, his laugh was better than any medication Mo’at could make. He was like your shadow, constantly following you around, but one thing you couldn't deny, he was your first love.
“Good morning!” Neteyam smiled ear to ear, tail wagging, and this lovesick smile wrote all over him. You rolled your eyes, “starting so early?” he nodded. This was the game you two played, Neteyam would follow you around like a lost puppy and you’d beg him to leave you alone. He always won.
Neteyam saw past this hard shell you put on. He knew you liked him, not to have a big ego but he saw the way you looked at him. You were just afraid to admit it. This was fun to him though, “what are we doing today, pretty girl “ you scoffed, “we?”
The boy nodded, “Neteyam do you have nothing else to do?” he pretended to think, “Not really,” you sighed, “you are infuriating,” you walked ahead of him as the boy trailed right behind you. “stop acting as if my presence is the most annoying thing.” he laughed as your eyebrows twitched, he loved seeing you mad.
“I wish I was acting,” you stopped and picked up a heavy box before giving it directly to him, “might as well help if your gonna be annoying.” you had a problem with commitment. You were afraid of putting your all into a boy because what if he breaks your heart?
A boy like Neteyam had heartbreaker written all over him, you believed he only wanted you for a while then he’d get bored. You were completely wrong, no matter how many times you turned him around, he was always there.
It was like he was a puppy, waiting for his command. This pissed you off more, Neteyam tried so hard with you, even if you were a bitch, flipped him off, and completely ignored him, he still liked you. What if you did day him? There was no way you could give him the love he deserves.
As you became lost in your thoughts, Neteyam dropped the box on the floor, “[Y/n]!” he said making a goofy face. “What?” You groaned as he just giggled, “I was wondering if after dinner maybe you and I-.” You cut him off.
“Busy, next time maybe,” you said shrugging and batting your eyes. Now he knew you weren't busy, you wanted to avoid him but he wouldn't let that happen. “Are you now? I didn't know you had friends?” you gasped loudly at his words before pushing him, “I have plenty of friends, you just don't see them.”
Neteyam laughed, “Someone you know of and someone you know is two different things,” you groaned, “get away from me,” his eyes lingered on you, “what? Now your gonna say I need to take a bath?”
He shook his head, “You remind me of this thing my father showed me, a cat,” you stopped walking before hitting the back of his head, “You think i’m ugly?”
“I didn't say that!” you nodded, “you said I remind you of a cat from your father's planet! You have clearly said it to insult me!” you started walking away, hurt. Neteyam was nice this newfound attitude, was not it.
“[Y/n], listen that's not what I meant!” you kept walking quickly trying to get away, “You have helped me, there is no reason you should be following me!” As your anger became louder, Neteyam's steps started quickening.
“I meant it as a compliment, you must see these kittens they are adorable!” he tried reaching out for your hand but you suddenly tripped into a hole. “[Y/N]!” The boy immediately went in right after you.
“AHHH,” fear covered you as all you saw was black, but before you hit the floor Neteyam’s hands stabilize you, “I’ve got you,” he whispered as he felt how fast your heartbeat was going.
“We're going to be in here for a while,” Neteyam said as he looked around, pitch black beside the little light from above which was the opening of the hole, “a while? Neteyam I have to head back!” you pushed him away and began looking for a way to exit.
“There is nowhere to leave, we must wait till someone notices we are missing,” you looked at the boy as if he had two heads, “We can't do that! What if they take hours!” the boy shrugged, “I don't know,” he gave a smile before sitting down.
You looked back up, attempting to climb, “save your energy, pretty girl,” you groaned before sitting across from him. He was the last person you’d wanna be stuck with.
You both sat in silence till you had enough, “Neteyam no one will come! We will die in here if we continue to sit here!” you stood up. “This is all your fault,” you muttered as you looked around, “my fault?” Neteyam stood up looking at you. You nodded, “How is any of this my fault? You weren't looking at where you were going.”
“That's because you were chasing me!” Neteyam laughed, “I was trying to get you to listen,” you scoffed, “maybe if you hadn't insulted me, I wouldn't have been upset!”
“You're always upset, it's like you have a stick up your ass!” you hit the boy, even though it didn't seem to hurt him. “Shut up, Neteyam.” You looked up, “I think if you helped me up I’ll be able to reach that branch and climb my way out.”
You clapped at your idea, “Yes, I can! Help me Neteyam!” you turned around making the gesture for him to grab your waist. When Neteyam just stood there you turned to look at him, “What's wrong? Are you not strong enough to help me up?” The boy smiled, “I am more than capable of picking you up, I just don't want to.”
You gasped, “You want to be stuck here, till the day we die?” he shook his head, “No, we will get out of here but it's a good way to trap you.” you backed up from the boy, “trap me?”
“Yes, you have been avoiding me,” you didn't think he’d noticed, “no, I haven't.” He nodded, “Yes, you have, and I think I know why.”
Your heart sank there was no way he knew you loved him, and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. “So, you are not letting me leave,” he smiled, “yep.”
He went to sit down but you stopped him, “I thought we were friends,” you tried getting him to let you out, “we aren't friends, [Y/n],” your eyes widen. The man followed you everywhere, always spoke to you, and would literally move the heavens and the earth for you is saying you guys aren't even friends? Yeah, your heart is a little broken.
Even if you and Neteyam didn't have a romantic relationship, you always assumed you’d both still be friends, “we aren't?” Neteyam’s heart broke hearing your voice. Your eyes bore into him as you waited for him to continue talking.
“Because I can't be friends with the woman i’m in love with,” he came closer. “What?” your heart beat quickly, “I can't keep pretending that I think of you as just my friend, [Y/n] i’m in love with you I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he grabbed your hand, “and I don't know why but you try and hide it that you love me too and I see right through it.”
He started backing you up against the wall, “When I look at you, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. If you can look me in the eyes right now and tell me you don't like me, I’ll help you out of here and leave you alone.”
You kept your head down, your mind more focused on his hand movement. His hand sat nicely on your thigh, “I love you,” you whispered as you felt his hand go higher, “fuck, [Y/n],” his hand found your clit and began rubbing, “so wet, have you been hiding this?”
Your hands clung to his shoulders as he moved his fingers faster. “Who knew you were such a slut,” moans fell from your mouth. He quickened his pace, coming closer to your face, “You don't know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” he smiled as he watch you fight moans.
“Everyone told me to leave you alone but I knew,” as his pace quickened with his other hand he forced you to look at him, “but I knew you were just waiting for me, waiting till the day I’d be able to breed you.”
“Teyem,” you grabbed his hand trying to slow his pace, “Aw is it too much?” you nodded, “too bad, I enjoy the faces you are making a little too much.”
Sensitivity rang through your entire body as you felt yourself near, “i’m gonna,” Neteyam’s smile deepened as he watched you. You came hard, letting all your moans out. You tried catching your breath, but you felt Neteyam’s hand rubbing your entrance, “Neteyam,” was all you were able to get out before you felt his fingers dig right back into you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Neteyam kissed your neck. “Your gonna come again for me, huh?” you shook your head, “N-no, I can't,” he smiled, “Yes, you can!” he sped up as he fekts your walls contract.
“Can't wait to see you bounce on my dick,” your legs began to shake as you felt yourself nearing, ‘Mine, all mine.” You nodded, “Yours,” you came at the exact moment, slumping into Neteyam’s arms. “I meant what I said, [Y/n],” you looked at him, “you're mine, and later tonight I’ll be sure everyone knows that,” you just looked at him, “Now, let's get out of here,” you nodded as you followed the boy's direction.
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Miss me? I’m so sorry for being inactive, i’ve been so tired and had no time to write but thank you guys for the love! it warms my little heart to know you all love the stories i write! Next weekend it’s you part 2 will cone out! hope you guys enjoy this story! :)
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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻
Dark-Obsessive Neteyam x Reader
Request: „I love your works, and I am wondering if you could write dark-angst fic abt neteyam (aged-up obv). Maybe in a scenario where the reader does not like neteyam/sees him as a friend and likes someone else, which makes him jealous. It doesn't have to be nsfw, but I think it will be very fitting considering the theme of the story.‟
A/N: I have a weakness for dark characters. That's why when I was writing this request I couldn't resist and added a few things along with little changes, going beyond the content I was given from anon.
Not my best work but still I hope you will enjoy reading it and that you will like it.
Remember, english is not my native language, grammatical errors will or may occur.
Works also contains smut , and that's why please minors do not interact with it.
*Some characters have been aged up
She felt it, felt his burning gaze on every inch of her body.
No matter where she moved, no matter how she bent, his eyes followed her ,devouring her. This sent a wave of shivers down her spine which spread all the way to her toes.
And when a pair of hands slid subtly over her ribs, the gaze on her body was no longer devouring, but burning, causing her a pain she couldn't forget.
-Your body is right here , with me. But where is your mind tìyawn? - a man asked her, tickling her earlobe with the air that escaped from his mouth.
-My mind is here as well , do not doubt it - she replied, placing her hand on his chest, when her eyes wander over his blue skin and the black tattoos that decorated it.
-Are you lying to your future Olo'eyktan? - he asked, cupping her chin in three large fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, his thumb tracing her full, kissable lips.
-I would never lie to you, Aonung - she stated quietly, grabbing his wrist, squeezing it gently.
-Yet you're avoiding telling me the truth - metkayina man said, trying to find the answer in her onyx pupils, which had dilated, now resembling a dark night sky that decorated her irises.
Suddenly, the eyes that had been staring at her disappeared, causing her skin to be covered with a long-forgotten coldness.
-There is nothing I am hiding from you - said the woman, involuntarily looking away towards the place where the one who had been watching her every move had recently stood.
But after her words, the person she was looking for so desperately was suddenly behind her, as if summoned. Hiding her silhouette with his massive body ,placing a large, rough hand on her hip, giving her the impression of a silent and sick announcement that she belonged to him, that she was his property.
-I hope I didn't interrupt anything important - he said politely, so politely that it almost sounded like a lie that hide his true intentions.
-No ,of course not my Olo'eyktan - the woman replied immediately, avoiding the gaze of both men.
In response, Neteyam placed two fingers under her jaw, forcing her to look into his golden eyes, which screamed one word - liar.
-Good , very good...in that case, I would like to talk to you - he announced, speaking to her as if they were alone, even though they were surrounded by a sea of people -...privately - he added, and his voice became lower, heavier, almost threatening.
She was unable to agree or refuse before the same hand that held her waist pulled her towards its owner, making her surrender and accept that she was trapped in a snare that was impossible to escape.
But even if she tried to escape, she knew she couldn't do it. She was too weak to disobey, too weak to oppose, and she hated how powerless she had become.
-Neteyam... - she whispered and almost immediately his attention focused on her -...you have to stop. I am begging you.
The man approached her, running his nose over the soft skin of her cheeks, inhaling her intoxicating scent that made him just want to be closer to her.
-I don't understand what you're talking about yawntutsyìp - he said, running his fingertips along her ribs and collarbones, stopping at the crook of her neck.
-My heart doesn't belong to you. I am not yours - the young woman said suddenly - I have never been Neteyam... and I never will be.
Her words made the hand around her neck tighten, not to choke her, but to give her a silent warning.
-Oh, but you are - he growled low in her ear - You are mine, you belong to me Y/n. No one else can have you - his words became more possessive, more dangerous - You said it yourself, I am your Olo'eyktan - he whispered, pressing his body against hers - That makes you my possession.
Y/n let her body go limp.
My possession echoed in her head, and the dark thoughts that had crept into her mind so long ago suddenly became the reality that stood right before her eyes.
-Whatever you feel for me, these emotions. They are dark, poisoned. They are deadly - she noticed, closing her eyes after a moment when in response Neteyam only wrapped his other hand around her figure, pulling her closer to him, so close that the warmth of their skins overlapped - This is not what love should look like.
The man looked straight at her.
-How do you know what love looks like? - he asked, and the hand that was holding her throat found itself on her jaw, holding her head in place - How do you know what my love looks like if you never let me show it to you? You never try to take it, to feel, to truly feel what my love for you feels like.
-If this is what your love is supposed to look like, then I don't want it - the young woman announced, looking directly into his golden eyes, which became shadowy, no longer hiding the darkness that smoldered deep inside men -Your love is like ivy that wraps around me and suffocates me every time I try to move, tightening more and more, so much so that it breaks my bones. This's what your love looks like.
- I'll show you what my love looks like - he growled , suddenly attacking her neck with his fangs , which almost immediately penetrated her skin , creating a bloody mark , that made a silent scream fell out of her mouth , and a shadow of tears appeared in her eyes.
After that Olo'eyktan moved away from her body , watching with a kind of pride what he had done , moments later pushing her against a tree, immediately hovering over her small body ,like a predator who had managed to capture its prey.
His hands touched her with extraordinary precision, giving the impression that he was everywhere, not allowing even one patch of Y/n skin to be untouched. Her shoulders , her hands , her ribs , her breasts , her hips , her thighs.
His fingertips left behind a burning sensation that, instead of dying out like a barely smoldering flame, lasted like a wildfire that consumed not only her body but also her mind.
His lips glided over her soft skin , going lower and lower with each kiss , which left a wet trail and chills behind. Neteyam stopped only when he could taste her sweet arousal on his tongue , soaking her inner thighs and loincloth .
Her material teased the skin of his face , which found its place on her womanhood. Therefore, his hands , still roaming over her body , found their place on her hips , just above the belt that held her lower garment , after a moment ripping it with great force , tearing it almost to pieces.
-No...no , Neteyam - she whispered, trying to push him away, even though her body trembled with growing excitement that she could not accept.
-Stop fighting oeyä yawne- he muttered, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as his lips brushed her pubic bone, coming dangerously close to her clitoris, which was swollen and wet, begging to be touched - Just give in -he whispered , before his tongue sank between her puffy folds ,tasting her as if she were the sweetest of fruits.
The woman moaned , and her body involuntarily went limp , now being poised by the man in front of her , feasting between her legs , devouring her and making her mind grow emptier and emptier , no matter how much she tried to resist it . Not when his lips roamed over her womanhood , touching her so well, as if he knew her better than she knew herself , which terrified her as much as it thrilled her.
-No...no...oh please stop...I can't - she babbled , as her own body began to refuse to obey her.
But he continued his assault , slurping her juices with great greed , making her orgasm approach uncontrollably fast , too fast .
Y/n tried desperately to push Neteyam away from her , but he only clung to her more , lining his tongue deep into her canal , teasing her tight gummy walls , making stars appear before her eyes, while the lower part of the man's face was covered with a transparent liquid.
The young woman let her head drop involuntarily.
Her eyes closed again and again , and her mind became completely foggy , unable to think, unable to escape.
-This is what my love for you is , my sweet syulang - he said tenderly , capturing her heated cheek in his large hand - You saw it , you wanted it , you needed it - he announced in a dark tone of voice , kissing the tears that began to run down her face - You truly wanted it , your truly wanted to be mine...forever - he whispered , encircling her tired body with his arms , drawing her toward him , nestling her body into his.
And Y/n allowed him to do so.
She allowed him to kiss the crown of her head, she allowed him to bring their kuru together, making them into a unity that even though it wasn't supposed to exist had just been born, finally making her his.
Truly his. Forever.
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And So She Danced with Death
Dark!Neteyam x Na’vi! Reader fic
👉Chapter 2
Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.
Synopsis: You are mated to Neteyam before his death and the impact it had on you was catastrophic. Your entire world had shattered, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to dwell on mourning, making it an obligation to your deceased mate to take up his role in watch after his siblings. After a first RDA raid on Awa’atlu, Neteyam has been resurrected by the RDA now being mind controlled to fight against his family and you. After your first encounter seeing Neteyam back from the dead, you know that he isn’t his true self… maybe there is a way to bring him back.
WARNINGS: angst, SOO much angst, choking, mentions of death, near death experience, evil Neteyam
(I wrote this up on my iPhone so I apologize if the spacing between paragraphs is a lil wonky)
A piercing ring filled your ears, your vision slowly coming back into focus as you took in the sight of Awa’atlu ablaze. You blinked rapidly wondering if maybe your eyes had betrayed you, not wanting to believe the reality you were in, when the sound of screams began to materialize in your ears along side a muffled voice that seemed close by. With a sudden tug at your bicep, you whirl your head around to see Neytiri frantically trying to pull you up, Tuktirey cradled against her chest.That’s when it all became clear. This nightmare was real, and if you didn’t act fast you would die.
Finally realizing Neytiri’s voice screaming for you to move lit a instant fire in you to get your family to safety. You sprung to your feet, grasping onto Neytiri’s shoulder for support steadying your balance, “Come child! Come!” She pleaded, tugging you along. Ahead of you, Metkayina na’vi were frantically gathering their families and diving into the ocean for protection to get as far away from the flames as possible. You noticed amongst the commotion was Lo’ak guiding Kiri, Tsireya, and her family away from their burning home. Your eyes quickly looked behind you as you pulled away from Neytiri’s grasp, scanning the burning marui for any sign of Jake or Spider, who you had noticed wasn’t in the retreating group. You then spotted an air ship hovering above the water, which seemingly had been the one to deploy the attack on Awa’atlu. Jake must be there. “Y/N we must go!” Neytiri yelled to you attempting to grab your arm once more, to which you ducked grabbing a discarded spear near by. “Go, get yourself and Tuk out of here! I will go help Jake”and with that you take off toward the ship dodging debris and corpses of fallen na’vi. As you neared closer to the ship you spotted Jake, taking cover under what looked to be a broken bridge to one of the marui. As you neared closer you heard a familiar voice and immediately ducked for cover. It was him, Quaritch the leader of the recoms, “Come on Jake you know you can’t hide forever, I think we both remember last time you didn’t follow my instructions… still a shame about what happened to your boy” the faux na’vi sneered, cockiness dripping in his words. You grimaced, ears falling flat against your head as scenes from that day flashed in your mind. Neteyam, your mate, the life draining from his eyes as you held his face in your hands, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.
Taking in a shaky breath you readied yourself to move forward, making eye contact with Jake signaling your intent. He nodded back to you, a pained expression on his face as he recalled his own events of that day. Clearing your mind of any distraction you surveyed the area for more weapons, to which you noted 2 more spears and a cross bow, abandoned in the sand. Taking one final breath and acknowledging Jake’s approval you lunged from behind cover and chucked the spear in Quaritch’s direction, aiming for his chest. Almost a near perfect hit, when he dodged last minute, missing your mark entirely. With a hiss you pick up the cross bow and gathered as many arrows as you could, taking cover behind debris while Jake made his own charge, firing his gun at his target, before following your lead and taking refuge behind another piece of debris. You huffed aiming your cross bow in the same direction as before and firing a shot that skimmed the enemy’s bicep creating a deep gash in the muscle. With an agonized holler Quaritch grabbed his arm, dipping to take his own cover. Quaritch commanded something over his radio, scooting himself further into cover. You took this time to move closer lifting the cross bow to strike once more. Before you had a chance to pull the trigger, a metallic arrow shot past your head with an audible woosh.
Shaking off the shock quickly you step back and aim your cross bow at the offender. That was the moment your blood ran cold. You immediately began to feel an ice cold sweat start to infest your body, fighting against the heat of the flames around you. There at the entrance of the air ship, tail lifted high into the air in defiance, muscles flexed as his body readied for another strike, braided hair shaping his strong face. It couldn’t be, your eyes must be playing tricks on you, but then you noticed his own eyes staring into you, the same deep gold that mesmerized you so effortlessly. Yet they were not the same. Something was off. Those once soft eyes you held so dearly, now burned holes into you as if they were made of fire themself. His brow bone bore a heavy shadow over his eyes his nostrils flared. Your eyes then drifted to his lips, although most of his face was hidden by the strung bow, you could see his lips were pulled into a thin line. The same face he’d make when he was deep in focus, but it was furious. You’d never seen so much anger emitted from this… thing in your life. You knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t your mate. He was gone and dead. Whatever this demon was, it wasn’t your Teyam… it couldn’t be.
“Well I see you’ve met our newest recruit” you heard the same snide voice from your peripheral, “although I don’t think any real introduction is in order. Why don’t you come out and see your family, boy” with his bow still drawn, the phantom slowly made his way down the ramp, his eyes never leaving yours, “Neteyam?!” Jake called out as confusion and concern painted his features. This was the one thing that took the demon’s look away from you as he now aimed his weapon at his father, “Not expecting to see me were you father? It has been a while” he spoke with a low growl. Fury pouring off his tongue, but why you didn’t understand. If this really was Neteyam why would he be holding his father at ‘gun point’, eager to fire his weapon. “What did you do to my son?” Jake grimaced turning his attention to Quaritch who had now stood up to his full height, stepping next to Neteyam, “oh well isn’t it obvious? We patched him up. Times have changed Jake, you’d be amazed at what technology can do now. Even brining back old faces” he finished, patting Neteyam on the shoulder who didn’t even flinch at the contact. “Ma’Teyam…” you whispered to yourself in disbelief, loud enough for the clone to catch, causing his ear to twitch in your direction. Quaritch eyed you with a smirk then leaned into Neteyam’s ear, “that’s your woman right? Why not go say hi to your lover?” He mused before leaning away and crossing his arms. Neteyam eyed Jake before lowering his weapon, slowly shifting to make his way to you. Your heart clenched as you finally noticed the scar on his chest from the bullet wound. How? How had they managed to save him from something so fatal? You raised your cross bow higher as he drew near, he raised his hands a bit in surrender, “yawne..” he hummed longingly, yet you didn’t fail to notice his eyes were still glazed over in anger “DONT call me that!” You spat, as a tear emerged from the corner of your eye. You cursed yourself as you began to tremble at his presence, “you are not my mate, you cannot be him!” You hissed. Neteyam clicked his tongue as he inches closer to you, “my love I’ve missed you, please” he begged, a pinch of sincerity in his voice almost making him sound believable… if it weren’t for those eyes. “KEHE!(get back)” You ordered as you inched your finger over the trigger of the crossbow, but it was too late, he was too close now.
Neteyam took the opportunity to disarm you in one swift movement and knock you to the ground with a shallow punch to your gut knocking the wind out of you landing harshly against the sand. You could hear Jake calling your name as sparkles danced in your vision trying to catch your breath, only to be met with a fierce hand around your throat, the demon you’d now come to recognize straddling your waist, pinning you to the ground. Now you were face to face with him, you could truly see him. This wasn’t a clone, it was indeed your mate, back from the dead. You shivered under his touch as the control you had over your tears dissipated into nothing. Your lip began to tremble “Ma’Teyam..” you wheezed under the pressure on your throat, “Don’t call me that” he spat right back at you baring his fangs. You whimpered closing your eyes not wanting to believe the reality that was so plainly in front of you, “what did they do to you Nete?” You let out in silent sobs. He scoffed, causing you to open your eyes in disbelief at his reaction, “they did what none of you could. They saved me” he hissed adding more pressure to your throat, causing you to desperately claw at his hand in desperation as you began to feel yourself slipping away.
“NETEYAM!” Jake yelled from across the beach a choked plea, which earned a dark chuckle from Quaritch, “See.. I’m not a bad guy Sully. I’ll call him off if you surrender and come aboard willingly. You don’t have to loose another kid” he said with a tilt of his head, eyes focused on Jake watching for his next move. Jake gritted his teeth shaking his head lightly as he started to feel his own throat clench up, tears threatening to prickle his eyes, “Neteyam! Come on look at me boy, you don’t wanna do this.” He begged fighting for your life from the sidelines. Neteyam grunted trying to ignore the words of his father while your nails dig into his skin desperate to get air into your lungs. “Please Neteyam c’mon! If you do this, no matter what bullshit they are feeding you, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life! You have a choice!” Jake pleaded once more.
You whimpered up at the man above you, for a second you thought you witnessed a glimpse of conflicting thoughts played in his features, and as your vision began to blur you used whatever strength you had to reach your hand up to rest weakly on his cheek. For a moment Neteyam froze, the pressure on your throat weakening as he narrowed his eyes scanning your features, taking it all in and comparing it to past memories he had of you. He was going to stop, he was listening, you thought. From across the beach Jake, having given up with peaceful negotiating growled“fuck it” firing his gun at Quaritch landing a few serious shots. Quaritch fell back clutching a wound on his chest, the sound breaking Neteyam out of his trance, looking over his shoulder to witness the assault. Getting one last look at your strained face, Neteyam releases his grasp on you before bolting over to Quaritch, using the momentum to fall back and slide on his hip to get out of range and pull Quaritch behind cover, immediately putting pressure on his wound. Jake halted his fire rushing to your side perching your head against the crease of his arm as he lifted you into his lap, “I got you kiddo, I got you” he cooed aiming his gun with his free hand at his son and biggest enemy as a warning. Neteyam glared up at him, baring his teeth as he helped Quaritch to his feet, an arm slung around his shoulders “is the kid secure?” He asked Neteyam, eyes heavy from the loss of blood, “Yes sir, Spider is currently restrained on the ship”. Quaritch knodded in acknowledgment and with a wave of his hand motioned for them to fall back, with Neteyam immediately leading them back to the aircraft.
Jake ground his teeth together as he watched his eldest son leave with the enemy, his heart clenching at the sight. His brain raced with the question of how he would break the impossible news to his family later, but for now he focused back on you. As the aircraft took off, Jake tossed his weapon to the side, putting his ear to your chest to listen for a pulse. It was weak and your eyes slowly started to close, tears and dots both making your vision fuzzy. “No no no, come on kid stay with me. Don’t you dare go to sleep on me” he warned quickly adjusting your position to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation in order to get air into your lungs faster. With a handful of pumps to your chest and exchange of airflow, you soon released a strained cough as you let your lungs fill slowly with fresh air. Tears started to flow from your eyes once more as the realization began to hit all at once, “Shh shh I know baby girl, come on let’s get you out of here” Jake whispered in attempts to soothe your pain, carefully lifting you into his arms, making his way to the edge of the shore. You wouldn’t make it in water for too long, so with a high pitched “YIP” he summoned his ikran, who landed eagerly on the sand before you. Mounting with you laying against his chest, Jake swiftly made the bond and flew off the island to reunite with his family and the rest of the remaining metkayina. You weakly glanced down as you flew away from yet another home, watching the flames consume the marui below.
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Hii! Could you please do a vampire reader? It can be whatever you like (only If you feel comfortable), I love your writing so much!
Hellooooooooooooo darling~!! Sorry if this comes out as short, I did my best to extend it but I hope you enjoy this one~!!
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Reypay
The na’vi have many stories to tell, each holding a specific purpose. To hold memories of those long gone, to tell of legendary stories, the heroes, the fallen, the times of sorrow, many stories that carry on and hold tradition. And there are many more stories that are new, still fresh.
Be it odd, funny, or sad, there is a story for something. There are even stories to warn others, precautionary tales. Stories of things that lurk in the dark. What danger lies in place of which you cannot see. What happens to those who were not careful enough, falling victim to those warnings. But what story out there could be warning people? One. There is one story, a tale, a warning. A story that all na’vi have come to know.
“Is that a threat Dr. Augustine?”
“Not a threat, but a warning”
“Please, we got bullets, machines and a fuckton of blades. Nothing will stand in our way”
In the Avatar program wing, Dr. Grace Agustine was standing bravely to the current Colonel Dayrl Hempenton. Beside him was his lieutenant colonel, Miles Quaritch. Both stand tall, smirking in a disgusting smug way. Hempenton was looking down at Grace as if she knew nothing about pandora.
“I'm telling you Colonel, you and your squad will end up dead before you reach the site. There is something worse than the viperwolves, worse than the thanators, worse than any predator native to pandora. Both the fauna and Na’vi fear this monster” Grace says in a stressful way. But Hempenton and Quaritch laugh it off. Cant say she didn't warn them.
Grace knew better, if she cant stop them, only they will know what lies in the darkness of Pandora
The forest at night was restless, the animals, big and small can feel it. Quick and silent did the monster go. Looking for its next supply. It grows hungry, its need to feed grows strong every day. The insatiable hunger, to quench its thirst. It's been days since its last feeding.
As it runs silently in the dense forest, within the territory of the Omatikaya village, Mo’at can feel the uneasiness of the forest. She knows. Mo’at knows that the beast hungers, and if it is not fed soon, she fears the bond will break and will come for her people.
But it seems her troubles won't be long, as her little human technology beeps in the quietness. Grace has sent the word. Humans will be in the forest, and from what mo’at can understand, a population of 30 humans will enter the grounds. This makes mo’at sigh in relief.
“Tonight, the beast shall have her blood….”
Many humans have landed down from their flying machines, armed and ready to reach their desired destination. They were equipped, ready to tear down any danger that is to come. Hempenton clicks on his voice communicator, radioing in on his luteninent. “Gold card this is hawks eye, we are on land and will pursue” he informs.
Leading his team, they all silently start to make their way. It was dark and quiet as expected, making as minimal sounds as possible, using the heat signals of their cameras to spot anything hiding in the dark.
“Hey colonel” one of the soldiers calls out to hempton. The leader turns, “yeah, what is it?”. The soldier looks at his radar in concern, “I see nothing sir, nothing on my radar” he responds. His fellow comrades chuckled like he made some silly statement. “Of course there is nothing soldier, it's night, everything is most likely asleep” Hempton responds as he makes clear a path. But the soldier frowns.
“That is the problem sir. There is nothing around us, don't you hear it? It's dead silent. There is not even nocturnal animals around”
Quaritch and his squad were at their designated base, many armed and ready when given command from Hempton in radio. So far things seemed relaxing, every few minutes the squad would give updates and Quaritch would tell them how far they are from the place they needed to be.
Booze and music was being played, feeling confident that their mission would go well.
But their cockiness blinded them.
Soon in the intercoms, loud, painful screams were heard.
Quartich grabbed his radio, “Hawks eye come in! Whats going on over there?!” he shouts, he and his squad mentally fearing the worst.
“BACK UP!! BACK UP NOW!!” was what hempton was able to say after his intercom was suddenly shut off. Quaritch wasted no time and had his team fly out to the site Hempton and the rest were at. The other soldiers tried to get in touch with others but all they heard was the sound of flesh being torn, screams of unbearable pain, but no words was able to be said.
And what felt like hours, really were only a few minutes. And what they saw was left with only pure confusion and horror.
Machines broken, weapons shredded into small pieces It looked like a war happened. But in the middle of all the broken metal, on a wooden pike was the head of Colonel Hempenton. His eyes wide and expression of horrors to which none could know of. Whatever Hempenton saw, it was the last thing he ever saw before his untimely demise. Everyone stood silent, but had to go on, to see what else have happened.
And then Quaritch and his squad all had the same question.
“Where are the bodies?”
“Remember children, she is not our friend, she is not our ally, for the beast only cares for herself and no other. The bloodied beat lurks deep in the shadows, the darkness, her only enemy is the sun. To others, it is just a game to Reypay” neytiri whispers in a hush tone as she tells the old forest tale of the bloody beast, Reypay.
Her children all look at her in amazement and horror. Yes, they hear the reypay story over and over, and will for a thousand times.
“Mama…reypay won't come into our homes right…?” tuk asks as she huddles close to neytiri for comfort. The mother soothes tuk, stroking her hair, “no, reypay has never entered our village, never in our homes. Reypay is of many things, but even she has her own morals, "Neytiri replies.
Neteyam gently pats tuks shoulder, “come on tuk, it's time to go to bed” he says. Neytiri guides her children to their hammocks, where Jake made sure they were all well cushioned. Each sully child is given a hug and a kiss of good night. Tuk was tucked in between kiri and lo’ak. All of them soon being carried into their own little dream world.
All but neteyam.
In the middle of the night, Neteyam was awoken by Jake, silently gesturing to not make a lot of noise. “Dad, what's going on..?” he asks in a whispering tone, “come on” was all jake said. Guiding his son, Jake preps neteyam with his hunting blade and a short cloak. Neytiri is already waiting for them outside.
“Mom, where are we going, what about kiri, lo’ak and tuk?” neteyam asks, getting worried by the second. Neytiri calms him, placing a kiss on the forehead, “they will be fine, we won't be taking long” she answered. The three jump from branch to branch, landing safely down to the grounds where mo’at was waiting for them. “Grandmother…?” neteyam whispers, mo’at gave him a look and all began to walk.
Neteyam knows that no matter how many questions he asks, they won't be answered. At least not at the moment.
It was a walk, but they reached a distant floating mountain. Neteyam suggested to take the ikrans, but Jake said no. Where they were going, the ikrans were not needed. So as they reach the single small, floating mountain, Neteyam sees his fellow peers. All gathered, and all just as confused.
“Where are we? What is going on?” Neteyam asks, looking at the mountain, he doesn't like the feeling it's emitting. Neytiri only shushes him. Jake and mo’at stand before the young crowd, “I know you are all questioning what is going on. Why you are all here, why in such hours. They will all be answered here. But heed our words young warriors, you will meet an important person. One who can be your ally, or your enemy. Choose your words wisely once you speak to her” mo’at said.
In a single line, all of the young na’vi began to enter the mountain through its cave like entrance. Silent, only observing their surroundings.
Neteyam enters last with his mother, with lit torches inside, they can see many things, things they wish they never saw.
There were cages of humans, many from the recent raids Jake had led. Humans neteyam remembers were captured and taken away. He thought they were killed off sight! Many humans beg the na’vi to release them. So many cries of terror and hopelessness. “Don't give them your attention. Soon they will be gone” Jake says.
The large group stopped at the middle of the large empty space that was inside the small mountain. Jake takes a step forth, “the stories you all have grown up with, the story of the bloody beast-”
“It's all true~”
A voice echoed.
From the midst of the shadows, a human emerged from the darkness. But this human was different from what the na’vi were use to seeing.
This human was of a young girl, her skin so deathly pale, her cheeks sunken in, ears pointed and narrow, her lips black as the night, nails long and sharp. Her eyes glowed red, and most of all was her teeth.
Her teeth were sharp, and consisted of two sharp fangs.
The girl licks her lips, wiping away the red liquid.
“Greetings young warriors~ If you are all here, that means you are of age to know~” she says. Her voice is soft yet sickly smooth.
“Age to know what? Who are you?” one of the youngsters asks. The girl giggles in a menacing way. “How rude of me~ My name is Reypay, at your delightful service” she makes a mocking bow.
Her answer, reypay. The name of the scary tale the na’vi knew very well. But how is she real? It was a story! Just a folktale!
“I know you are all confused, reypay? Real? Of course I am! I have been here for so long, why am I even older than mo’at here” Reypay continues. Her smile was wide and unnatural. Mo’at nods to confirm it.
“Why are we here?” Neteyam asks. And in a blink of an eye, Reypay was right at his face. Their noses are almost touching. “Neteyam Sully, my my. You have grown, I remember when you were a wee little baby. Fresh from the chrysalis. Even now you reek of that smell~"Reypay speaks, her red eyes staring down to his golden eyes. Yet her eyes held no shine, like no life was there.
Neytiri quickly pulls her son away, hissing at Reypay in a warning manner. The girl raises her arms as a form of surrendering. “Easy there baby mama, I'm not gonna hurt him. I made my promise” proceeds to make an X across her pale chest with her sharp nail. Blood oozed for a bit until her skin healed itself.
“You are not human, are you?” another na’vi asks. And the girl twists her neck in a gross manner, her dead eyes staring at the young one who asks. “Once. I was human once. But not any more, I am what they called a Vampire. Like in the famous story of mine. I am a creature of the darkness, enemy to the sun, and always hungry for blood~”.
Clapping her hands, she makes her way back to Jake and mo’at. “I will cut to the chase because I have a busy schedule tonight. You all have passed your iknimaya. Now adults, which means you will all now attend the raids against the humans. What I want from you all is one simple thing….”
The youngsters, even neteyam all leaned in to hear what reypay had to say.
“When you fight the humans, do your best to not kill them, hurt them if you must, but do not kill” Reypay says. Of course this man the young warriors even more confused. The vampire hummed a bit, tapping her chin until she snapped her fingers. “Let me show you why”, she jumps to one of the cages, one that holds a single human, she opens the cage and grabs the human roughly and brings the being down.
“PLEASE!! PLEASE HELP ME!! HELP ME-” the human begged but the mask was removed.
“Bon appetite~”
Reypay made a hissing sound and sunk her sharp fangs into the victims neck. Blood was spewing out. Feral growls were heard, her claws extended clinging tightly to the body. She was drinking human blood. And the poor human did put up a fight, but not for long. With the lack of oxygen and losing blood, the sky demon died instantly.
Neteyam couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Horror and fear was the only thing he was feeling.
Reypay pulls away after a few minutes. Her mouth and jaw were covered in dark red blood. “Aaaahh~ That was very refreshing~”, she drops the body like it was nothing, even stomping on the lifeless being. “As a vampire, my only source of nourishment is human blood. So calm yourself, your na’vi blood taste like shit and not even worth breaking my fangs for. What I need from you all, is to bring me as many humans as you can. In return, I keep you all safe as you sleep soundling in your little huts. This is a deal even your great great great grandparents accepted. So really, if you don't want to deal with them as much, hand the humans over”.
There was a loud silence, so much was still being processed. mo’at stepped forward, “Reypay will keep you all safe, she has ability beyond our own. Unnatural yet powerful. I'm afraid, in this, you do not have much of a choice”.
“She has kept you all safe for a long time. Before your parents existed. You don't need to be her friend or anything, a simple deal is all” Jake adds.
Neteyam felt his mother slightly push him forward, “you must lead the example” neytiri whispers to him. Well he can't run away now can he?
He takes a step towards Reypay, whose grin never leaves her dead face. “You have my word. I will give you the sky demons to keep us safe in return” he says. And not sooner enough, the other na’vi followed him. Reypay lets out a cold chuckle, “I look forward to your promise young warriors~”
I liked how it turned out ngl. Leaves room for many guesses and stuff XD
But I hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! See ya!
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Reypay = Blood
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☆ NETEYAM SULLY
stories are reblogged and credits will be given.
avatar masterlist
note: this master list updates from time to time + authors will be tagged for credits. If you don't want to get tagged (again), just tell me ^^
do you still love me? by @rayassecretlife
warning(s): Mature language, mentions of miscarriage, dad! Neteyam being a warning himself, just a lot of fluff and angst etc. not proofread
what goes around, comes around by @fleursbending
warning : atwow spoilers, injuries, angst, fluff, character death, blood, some cussing, mild gore (descriptive fight scenes), neteyam sickeningly in lword, established relationship, sully family being <3333, heartbreak!!!!! reader is a badass warrior.
it's you, my heart beats for by @fleursbending
warnings : jealousy, flirting w/o clear consent?, neteyam is so boyfie/bbg here, protective!nete, ur friend is an asshat, hurt/comfort, established relationship, cussing, fluff yippee!
'awlie txon zup by @yawneneteyam
warnings/notes: title translates to 'once night falls'. other translations will be under the piece. I may have changed it a little bit because I was a little confused by the ending of the request but I hope you like it regardless! also let me know if you guys prefer me bolding and italicising Na'vi language or just leaving it as normal! or if you prefer me writing the English instead!
“and then i met you” by @novarity
content warning; — none
sweet by @kiy0ism
content warning; — none
always be by your side by @cupidlot
content : tooth-rotting fluff
casual dominance w teyam by @pxgeturner
content warning; — none
your mighty warrior by @loveforneteyam
warnings: atwow spoilers; major angst, mentions of character death, memory loss, struggle with identity, depression/anxiety, bittersweet ending, fluff
jealousy, jealousy by @blogwithlani
warning: angst, jealousy, fluff.
miss you by @blogwithlani
warning: nothing just fluff
I'll always find (see) you by @shieldedreams
details ⇾ 2,299 words / neteyam sully x na’vi!reader / comfort fluff / established relationship / gn!reader
flowers by @aeipathyxhc
warnings: established relationship, worrying neteyam (couldn’t find you and tuk) none? super fluffy!
by the grace [make no mistake] by @loaksky
the tags & warnings — language, more emotional constipation, mentions of blood & injury, childhood friends(?)2l, unrequited love, angst w a semi-happy / openish ending.
illicit affairs by @andraga12
warnings: angst (you have been warned), mentions of death, mental illness, ptsd, description of panic attacks, injury, blood, slow burn, swearing, smut (18+ , minors DNI)
by your hands alone by @cordyce
notes: this is silly & overtly fluffy & all over the place if i am completely honest rn. neteyam is a little flustered & probably ooc. sorry :’)
shell-shocked by @shu-box-puns
summary: shells appear whenever you’re around Neteyam.
she is mine by @normspellsman
warning(s): death threats, mentions of death + injuries + blood, reader thinking she’s going to die + accepts it, neteyam going apeshit on an avatar soldier, reader being stabbed, mentions of brutal killings / violence, reader crying, & a bit of dark!neteyam
lawnol a mì te’lan by @vampsywrites
tags: DEATH, ANGST, FEM! OMATICAYA READER, grieving, blood, gunshot wounds, sibling arguments, lo'ak and neteyam's tense situation, fighting, mentions of punching, funeral, established relationships, flashbacks, war
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My rules/about me a little
About me*
Hello everyone, This is tina.
You might heard about me about how I am with my STUPID OR INSANE request that I asked with other authors.....Because I was desperate and everything going on with my life and sometimes i will forget the request are close even though i already sent it so please forgive me for the mistake 🙏🏽(plus I have add and learning disability🧍🏽♀️). but I learned my lesson and will respect the authors.
And Also you might have read or barely read my two requests such as :
A itchy horny feeling 💕, stepdad Jake Sully x human Reader.
(if you don't like this please don't read this if this makes you uncomfortable)
My rules!
Characters ✨:
Characters I will write 😏: Jake Sully, quaritch, neteyam, lo'ak, aounug, tonowari.
Characters I will NOT write 🙅🏽♀️: neytiri, Kirk, Grace (if I got her name right), spider.
Will write ✍🏽:
will write down: r*pe/non con, abuse, gun kink, knife kink, blood kink, period sex, breed kink. Yaoi, male x male.(I think that's it for now 🤔 I'm not sure)
Will NOT write 🙅🏽♀️: feet kink/fetish, piss kink/fetish, sex with corpse, no male reader, no female x female, no non binary Reader, no transgender reader, no ace reader. (Sorry if that makes you mad or offended).
The emojis I will use on my writing, I think:
I may not be a BIG writer/author I figured why not give it a shot since I read a lot, right? Sorry I'm nervous when it comes to stuff like this so forgive me 🙇🏽♀️💦.
Fluff: 💘, 🥰
warning: ⚠️, ✋🏽
Dark/non con: 🖤, ❤️🔥, 🩸
Smut: 🔞, 🫦
Funny: 😭, 🧍🏽♀️
(I will write down more later on as well)
But do please send me your wildest requestor or ask me anything you like for me to answer and so I will try my very best to write them down.
So please don't hate about what you just read I'm trying my best.
Have a nice day! 💓
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