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"Breath of Heat"

Neteyam x Reader x Lo’ak

Warning 🔞: NSFW, sex pollen, threesome, light corruption, overstimulation, biting/marking.

Word count - 2k

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You were supposed to be collecting samples with Norm. That was it.

A routine patrol through the deeper forest, just outside the usual perimeter. But something in the air was off. Thick. Sweet. You’d asked if he smelled it too. He didn’t. Probably because he was wearing that stupid mask with the filters you’d left behind at the river.

By the time Neteyam and Lo’ak found you, crouched near the glowing pink bulb of a rare flower, the scent had already started sinking into your skin. Something cloying and warm. Your chest felt hot. Throat dry. Every shift of your body made your skin too aware of itself.

“Y/N,” Neteyam said, brows furrowed as he dropped beside you. “You look sweaty. Are you alright?”

You opened your mouth. Nothing useful came out.

Lo’ak stood behind him, arms crossed, tail twitching. “Smells weird here. You smell weird.”

It wasn’t meant to come out like that. But you did. Too warm, your body tingling in places it shouldn’t. Like your thighs, like your nipples. Your breath kept hitching every time Neteyam spoke, every time Lo’ak looked at you like that.

Then Lo’ak coughed. Choked. “What the fuck—” He doubled over for a second, and Neteyam turned to him, alarmed.

“You okay?”

“I—my head’s buzzing. Shit, what is this?” Lo’ak grunted, voice tight, jaw clenched. He rubbed at his neck.

Then Neteyam stiffened, blinking rapidly, and a shaky breath escaped him. “Something’s wrong. We need to go. Now.”

But none of you moved.

Because now Neteyam’s hand, the one that had touched the flower’s petal when he pulled you away, was trembling. His pupils had dilated, his chest rising and falling faster, harder. You caught the subtle jerk of his hips as he shifted in place, and the way his breath hitched when his thigh brushed yours.

Lo’ak was already panting, jaw clenched like he was fighting something crawling under his skin.

You stared at them. They stared at you.

All three of you realized it at once.

Sex pollen.

Lo’ak cursed under his breath. “This is so fucked—”

“We leave. Now,” Neteyam growled, though he didn’t move. Couldn’t.

But the air was thick, alive. You could practically feel it licking at your skin. Your thighs clenched. You whimpered,barely, and both brothers turned their heads at once.

You weren’t imagining it. Their nostrils flared.

Neteyam’s voice was strangled. “Y/N. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you whispered, but your voice shook. You could feel your nipples pressing through the thin fabric, and Lo’ak’s eyes were locked there. His lips parted.

“I’m not—I’m not trying to,” you breathed, pressing your thighs together. “It’s just—oh my god—” You whimpered again, biting your bottom lip, and Neteyam growled.

“Stop,” he snapped. “You’re making it worse.”

You looked at him. His hands were fisted at his sides. But the outline beneath his tewng was impossible to ignore. And Lo’ak wasn’t any better, pacing, agitated, eyes burning.

“This is not right,” Neteyam hissed, backing away from you like you were fire.

But Lo’ak stepped closer. His voice was thick. “I think we passed that line a while ago, bro.”

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam warned, chest heaving.

“She needs help,” Lo’ak said, eyes not leaving yours. “She’s shaking.”

You were. The heat had crawled lower now, deep in your core, and you hated how much you wanted it, wanted them.

Neteyam looked at you then. His breath stuttered. “You want it?”

You couldn’t speak. Just nodded, desperate.

He closed his eyes. And when he opened them again, the fight was gone.

Lo’ak moved first. Fast. His hands were on your hips, lips crashing into yours with bruising heat, tongue greedy and needy, like he was starving. You moaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck as you ground against his thigh.

Neteyam came behind you, hand sliding around your throat, tilting your head back. He kissed the side of your neck, then bit, sharp and claiming. You cried out, pinned between them, completely caged.

Lo’ak broke the kiss only to tear at your top, yanking it over your head. Your bare chest met cool air and hungry stares.

“Fuck,” Lo’ak hissed, palming one breast, tongue immediately latching to the other. His mouth was hot, wet, and suckling too hard. It made your knees buckle.

Neteyam held you steady, one hand slipping down your stomach, under the waistband of your loincloth. His fingers met slick heat. He growled, voice rough against your ear. “So wet already?”

You nodded frantically, whimpering.

He sank two fingers into you. You choked on a gasp, hips jerking. Lo’ak’s mouth left your breast with a lewd pop.

“She’s clenching,” Neteyam groaned, thrusting his fingers slow and deep. “She’s gonna break.”

“I wanna taste her,” Lo’ak said, voice hoarse.

You gasped when Neteyam’s hand left you. “Get on the moss. On your back,” he ordered, tone sharp.

You obeyed, trembling, laying down as Lo’ak knelt between your legs. His eyes were blown wide. Tongue dragging slowly up your inner thigh before he dove in.

You screamed.

He was sloppy, messy, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue slid inside you, then back to your clit, flicking relentlessly. Your back arched, and your moans turned to cries.

Neteyam was kneeling near your head, his cock already out and painfully hard. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, reaching up to wrap your hand around him.

His whole body jolted. “Y/N…”

You leaned up, licking the underside, then wrapped your lips around him. His groan was broken, head tipping back.

Lo’ak moaned against you. “She tastes so fucking good.”

You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, while your thighs began to quake.

Neteyam pulled back suddenly. “Stop. Or I’ll finish in your mouth.”

You pouted up at him, dazed. “Then fuck me.”

Lo’ak growled in agreement. “I made her ready. I go first.”

Neteyam glared. “Like hell you do.”

But Lo’ak was already lining himself up, thick and pulsing against your entrance. “Don’t care. Can’t wait.”

He thrust in.

You gasped, body arching, nails digging into the moss. He was big. Too big. But the stretch was addictive, burning and perfect.

Neteyam watched, fists clenched, his cock twitching as Lo’ak started pounding into you, fast, deep, each thrust jarring your whole body.

Your voice cracked as you moaned, “Harder—Lo’ak, please—”

He growled something primal, gripping your hips as he obeyed. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, wet and loud.

Neteyam knelt beside you, stroking himself, eyes devouring the sight of you being ruined .

Then Lo’ak cried out, burying himself deep as he came. His whole body jerked, and your walls fluttered around him.

He barely pulled out before Neteyam was dragging your body onto his lap.

“My turn,” he snarled.

You were already too sensitive. But when Neteyam pushed inside, slow and deliberate, you saw stars. He was thicker, slower, more in control, but just barely.

He fucked you deep, precise, kissing your throat, murmuring things in your ear, how good you felt, how tight, how he could feel Lo’ak’s cum still dripping out of you.

You moaned so loudly it echoed.

He fucked you until your legs gave out. Until your head lolled and all you could do was cling.

Then he whispered, “Gonna fill you up, too. Gonna knot you with mine. So full, yawne…”

You came again, body convulsing. Neteyam grunted and spilled inside you, thrusting slow and deep, riding it out.

You didn’t even notice Lo’ak behind you again, hard already.

He growled, “One more round.”

You whimpered, helpless, as they flipped you over. Neteyam beneath you now, Lo’ak behind.

Lo’ak pushed in, groaning, while Neteyam sucked your nipples, fingers tight on your waist.

Two cocks. One wrecked body.

The heat never faded.

You didn’t want it to.

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[netexyy]

ˎˊ˗ MIND-READING

wearing a device that helps hearing na'vis thoughts and feelings should be fun and easy game , until it really isn't. Especially when the mighty warrior, golden boy , neteyam, has not very golden thoughts of you

Pairing: Neteyam x Human Reader

Word Count: ~2.k

Warning: 🔞 mind reading, pervert thoughts,

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You only agreed to test the headset because Norm said it would help with language syncing. That was it. One afternoon. A quick scan of local brainwave patterns and how they translate into speech.

What he forgot to mention was that it would also pick up thoughts.

And not just vague feelings or moods either. Full sentences. Fully formed internal dialogue.

You found that out the hard way.

And of all the minds in the village, it had to be his.

Neteyam.

Perfect. Noble. Quiet. Gentle with the children. Always polite. Always proper. You had spent months believing he was the golden child who thought of nothing but hunting, family, and honor.

Until the thoughts started pouring in.

The moment he saw you this morning, the device clicked and your head filled with him.

There she is. That tiny top again. Does she even know how tight it is. Her chest is practically spilling out. If I bend a little I could see right down it. Skies above I want to take her somewhere quiet and press her up against a tree. Slide my hand between her legs and feel how wet she gets for me.

You choked on air.

Neteyam glanced up from where he was packing arrows. “Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded too quickly. “Fine. Just—water went down the wrong pipe.”

He smiled politely. “Drink slower.”

Or let me help. Tilt your head back and I could pour it over your chest and lick it off while you beg. I bet she makes the prettiest sounds. High and soft like her laugh.

You turned so fast your neck cracked.

You tried to avoid him for the rest of the day. But you were assigned to help him gather plant samples for Norm. Of course.

He walked beside you with his usual steady steps, carrying a basket like a perfect gentleman. He pointed out useful herbs. He handed you fruits. He did not even brush against you.

But inside your head?

If I pressed her up against that tree right now she would gasp. I would pin her wrists and mouth her throat until she was shaking. I would slide her shorts down slow. Real slow. Let the air touch her first. Make her wait. Make her beg. I want to hear her say please. I want to hear her say my name with her whole body.

You dropped the fruit you were holding.

Neteyam picked it up. Handed it back gently.

“You should be more careful,” he said.

I would bend her over right now if I could. She would look so good like that. Her hands in the moss. Her back arched. She would take me so well. I would not stop until she was trembling. Until her legs gave out. Until she knew she belonged to me.

You almost fell face first into a patch of glowing fungus.

At the river, you bent to fill a water pouch. He crouched beside you. Perfect posture. Calm hands.

“You have been quiet,” he said, watching the water with calm eyes.

“I am thinking,” you lied.

He nodded.

She is wet. I can smell her. Not the river. Not the plants. Her. She is thinking about it now. I know it. I bet she dreams of it. I bet she touches herself when no one is looking. I would watch. I would whisper things while she did it. Make her go slow. Make her come to the sound of my voice.

Your knees buckled.

“Careful,” he said again, placing a steady hand on your back.

I want that mouth. I want those lips around me. I want to push her onto the grass and bury my face between her thighs until she forgets her name. I want to ruin her for anyone else. She is mine. Mine. She just does not know it yet.

You stood so fast you spilled half the water.

“Let’s head back,” you mumbled.

“Of course,” he said.

I wonder if she would taste sweet or salty. Maybe both. I would find out. Slowly. I would take my time. I would have her begging long before I ever even got inside her.

By nightfall you were twitching.

Every touch. Every glance. Every word he spoke was the exact opposite of what his brain was thinking.

He offered you a spot by the fire.

You nodded cautiously and sat down next to him. He handed you a cup of warm broth. Respectful. Friendly. Golden child manners.

Her lips are so close. If I kissed her now I would not stop. I would slide my tongue into her mouth and pull her into my lap. She would fit there perfectly. I would grind her down on me until we both lost it.

You sipped broth and nearly gagged.

“You do not like it?” he asked.

“It’s hot,” you said quickly.

He frowned a little. “I can blow on it for you.”

Or I could have her mouth somewhere much better. I could guide her head down slow. Watch her take me inch by inch. Gods she would look so good with her lips stretched wide and her eyes wet. I would tell her how perfect she looks while she chokes on me.

You dropped the cup.

“Sorry. My hand slipped.”

He leaned down and picked it up again.

That position. Right there. On her knees. I could take her like that. Pull her hair and thrust deep until she screamed. She would scream. I know it. She looks like a screamer. I want to hear it. I need to hear it.

You stood abruptly.

“I think I should get some air.”

He stood with you. “I will walk with you.”

“Maybe I should be alone.”

“I insist,” he said gently.

She is shaking. She wants it too. I can smell it. She can hear me. Maybe she has always heard me. Maybe she likes it. Maybe she wants me to say it. Say it to her face. Tell her how badly I want to bend her over the nearest rock and fuck her until she cries.

You nearly walked into a tree.

When you reached your tent, he stopped at the flap.

“You seem different today,” he said.

You stared at him. Silent.

He tilted his head.

“I will not come in if you do not want me to.”

Let me in. Just for a second. Let me see her skin. Let me taste her sweat. Let me hear her moan my name in that breathy little voice. I would treat her like treasure. Like prey. Like everything in between. I would make her forget every other man she has ever seen.

You stepped back.

And because you were tired. Because you were shaking. Because you had heard him think about your thighs and your mouth and your body for ten hours straight. You said, quietly,

“I can hear you.”

He went still.

“What?”

You tapped the headset behind your ear. “This device. It works. It picks up more than language. It picks up everything.”

He said nothing for a long moment.

Then, softly, “How much did you hear?”

“All of it.”

His eyes darkened. Not with shame. Not even surprise.

He stepped inside the tent slowly. The flap dropped behind him.

You should have stepped back. You should have told him to leave.

You did not.

He looked at you the way he always did. Steady. Calm.

But when he spoke, his voice was low and rough.

“And what did you think of it?”

You swallowed. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

He nodded once. “No.”

“I thought you were perfect.”

“I am not.”

You stared. “You think about me like that all the time?”

His eyes held yours. “Every day. Every night. Every time I see you bend over. Every time you smile. Every time you stretch. Every time you wear that thing you call a shirt.”

You felt heat crawl up your spine.

“And now that you know,” he said softly, “what do you want?”

You stared at him.

Then you turned the device back on.

And heard it again, louder this time.

Please say yes. Please touch me. Please pull me close and kiss me like you mean it. Let me have you. Right now. Right here. I will be gentle. Until you ask me not to be.

You stepped closer.

He stayed still. But his breath hitched.

You lifted a hand and pressed your fingers to his chest.

He was warm. Solid. Barely breathing.

You leaned up and kissed him.

He did not hesitate.

His hands slid around your waist. His mouth opened over yours. His tongue found yours and it was not soft. It was not polite. It was hungry.

Inside your head the thoughts flooded again.

Yes. Like that. Just like that. Let me taste you. Let me get you out of those clothes. Let me show you what I have only imagined a thousand times. I will not stop until your legs are shaking and you are too full of me to speak.

You moaned into his mouth.

His hand slid down your back and pressed you flush to him. You could feel the proof of everything he had been thinking about. Hard. Hot. Demanding.

You pulled back just enough to whisper,

“You are not very respectful after all.”

His voice was a growl against your throat.

“I never was.”

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[netexyy]

⋆˚࿔ Beneath You 𝜗𝜚˚

Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warning: 🔞smut , Enemies to lovers, emotional tension, possessive/controlling, toxic.

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Neteyam was always too perfect.

Too good, too obedient, too composed. And you hated that. Or maybe you hated how much you noticed it.

He stood like a warrior, spoke like a leader, looked at you like he saw something under your skin. You couldn’t stand the way your chest ached when he smiled at someone else. Couldn’t stand the voice in your head that whispered why not you.

So you did what you knew best.

You bullied him.

"You gonna cry again if you mess up today?" you sneered, arms crossed as you watched him string his bow with perfectly precise fingers.

He didn’t even flinch. He just gave you that same frustratingly calm expression.

"I don’t cry," he said, not looking at you. "Not over someone like you."

Something in your stomach flipped.

You leaned in closer, grinning. "Oh? So you’re still pretending I don’t get under your skin?"

His jaw twitched. Got him.

You circled him slowly, letting your fingers graze his back as you passed, pretending you weren’t affected by the heat that rolled off his body. "You think you’re better than everyone. Perfect little golden boy. But I know what you are underneath all that."

He turned to face you fully. "What do you think I am?"

You smirked. "Desperate."

His eyes flashed, but he said nothing. That was what always annoyed you. He took it. Took all the jabs. Took the bait. Never fought back. Like he knew something you didn’t.

Today, though, he stepped in closer. Closer than usual.

His voice dropped low. "You talk a lot of shit for someone who keeps watching my mouth every time I speak."

You froze.

That smug bastard.

"Excuse me?" you snapped, suddenly unsure where your confidence went.

He took another step. "You keep pushing me, trying to humiliate me, like it’ll make those feelings disappear. You think I don’t see it?"

You scoffed, trying to retreat, but your back hit a thick tree trunk.

"No one’s special enough to make me feel anything," you said coldly.

He cornered you there, hand resting on the bark beside your head. He leaned in until your noses almost touched.

"Then why are you trembling?" he asked, eyes dropping to your lips.

You hated him.

You hated that he was right.

You grabbed his jaw suddenly, tilting his face up toward you.

"I could ruin you," you whispered.

"Then do it," he said.

That was it.

Your mouth crashed into his. All the venom, the taunts, the months of tension broke apart like a dam bursting. Your kiss was angry, messy, biting. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He groaned into your mouth, grabbing your waist and shoving you harder into the tree.

"You like it rough, don’t you?" you growled.

He smirked, panting. "Only with you."

Clothes were torn more than removed. Your teeth scraped his collarbone, hands clutching at his shoulders like you hated needing him. His body was firm, trembling with restraint beneath you.

You straddled him as he dropped to his knees, back pressed to the tree. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you easily. You gasped as his hard length pressed against your heat.

"You want me?" you asked, voice low, cocky.

"I always have," he admitted, breathing hard.

You sank down on him in one slow, painful thrust, both of you groaning at the stretch. He filled you completely, and the pressure made your mind blur.

You rocked your hips with calculated control, grinding rather than bouncing, watching how his eyes fluttered every time you clenched around him.

"You’re mine when you’re like this," you whispered, dragging your nails down his chest. "No one else gets this."

He moaned, grabbing your hips tighter. "Then stop pretending you don’t care."

Your pace faltered for a moment. He took advantage of it, bucking up into you hard enough to make you gasp.

"I’ll ruin you right back," he muttered, biting your neck.

You moved faster then, harder, chasing something you didn’t want to name. You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him see how close you were.

His hands dragged you down over him again and again. You could hear how wet you were, how wrecked he sounded.

"You gonna break for me?" he growled.

You didn’t answer.

Your head fell back as the climax hit you all at once, body locking up, a strangled cry tearing from your throat before you could stop it. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle it, but he felt it. All of it.

Neteyam came seconds later with a shudder and a broken groan of your name, hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside you.

Silence.

Only the sound of your breath and the wind through the trees.

You rested your forehead against his, both of you still panting.

"I still don’t like you," you said hoarsely.

He laughed softly. "Sure."

You didn’t move off him. He didn’t ask you to.

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[netexyy]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִSomething He Can’t Forget

After a drunken kiss, Neteyam can’t stop thinking about you and he’s done pretending it meant nothing. As his touches grow bolder, you’re forced to face the truth: your friendship might already be something more.

Neteyam x fem reader

Word count: 1.7k

The first time it happened, you blamed the fruit wine.

It was strong, surprisingly so. The boys had dared each other to try it and, of course, Neteyam got you to join too. He always could talk you into anything with that crooked smile and warm eyes. One moment you were laughing on a log beside the fire and the next his mouth was on yours. Hot. Unapologetic. Dizzying. It didn’t last long. Maybe ten seconds. Maybe twenty. You pulled away first.

He had blinked at you with wide eyes and a soft what was that and you shoved him lightly and muttered we were drunk and he agreed. And that should have been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

You knew the moment things changed. Not immediately. He was good at pretending for a day or two. Still cracked jokes. Everything seems normal. Really, truly, right?

But then came the little things.

His hand lingered longer when he helped you down from a branch. His gaze burned into the side of your face when he thought you weren’t looking. His tone softened when he said your name like he was afraid it would fall apart in his mouth if he said it too roughly.

And then he touched you again. Not by accident. Not the way best friends touched.

“Y/n” he said once behind you as you braided your hair near the stream. You hummed, not turning.

He came close. Too close. You felt his chest against your back. He lifted one of your braids between his fingers and ran his thumb down its length like it was something fragile.

“Your hands are shaking” you whispered.

“I know” he said.

That was when you should have run.

But you didn’t.

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Now it was constant. The touches. The looks. The charged silences.

You weren’t together. You hadn’t spoken about the kiss since it happened. But he wasn’t exactly subtle anymore.

Like today. The camp was clearing after a long morning of training and you were trying to sneak away before Kiri noticed you hadn’t finished cleaning your weapon. You nearly made it when Neteyam appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your waist.

You yelped and twisted around. “What are you doing” you hissed but it came out more breathless than angry.

He looked smug. Too smug.

“You dropped something” he said, holding out a feather that very clearly was not yours.

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not falling for that”

“I thought you’d want it” he said and tucked the feather into the strap across your chest. His knuckles brushed the curve of your breast on purpose. You didn’t move.

“You’re impossible” you said softly.

“I know” he replied without apology.

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Later that evening you tried to avoid him again. You sat with Tuk and Lo’ak near the fire, hoping the chaos of the group would be a good enough distraction. But Neteyam found you anyway.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just sat behind you and casually placed his hand on your lower back. His thumb started rubbing slow circles and your brain stopped working.

You glanced at him over your shoulder.

“What are you doing”

“Relaxing” he said.

You arched a brow.

“On me”

“Do you want me to stop”

You didn’t answer.

He smiled like he already knew.

After a while he leaned in, mouth near your ear.

“I think about it all the time” he said. “That night”

You stiffened.

“We were drunk” you whispered.

“I wasn’t that drunk” he said. “I knew it was you. I wanted it to be you”

Your throat went dry.

He pulled back slightly to look at you. “Do you think about it too”

You hesitated. “Neteyam…”

“You don’t have to lie” he said. “Not to me”

You hated how well he knew you. How easy it was for him to read your silences. How fast he could get under your skin.

“Yeah” you admitted. Quiet. “I think about it too”

Something in his expression shifted. Like the last thread of restraint snapped. He stood and held out a hand.

“Come with me”

You stared at it for a moment.

“Where”

“Somewhere no one will interrupt us”

Your breath caught.

Still you let him pull you up.

---

He led you toward the edge of the forest. Not far. Just enough to put space between you and the others. The trees were tall and the light was gold and everything felt heavier than it should have.

When you stopped walking you were suddenly very aware of the silence. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. So was the way Neteyam was staring at you.

“I tried to forget” he said. “I really did. I thought it was just the wine. Just a stupid moment. But I keep replaying it. Over and over”

You looked down.

His hand reached for yours.

“Why didn’t you say anything” you asked.

He stepped closer.

“Because you pulled away” he said. “You made it seem like it was a mistake. I didn’t want to make things weird”

“It is weird” you said, but your voice trembled.

“Only because I want to kiss you again” he said.

Your breath hitched.

You didn’t move.

His hand came up to cradle the side of your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone. You felt like you were going to melt right there.

“I can’t keep pretending” he said. “I want you. Not just as my best friend. I want to touch you. Be near you. All the time”

You swallowed hard.

“You’re really bad at boundaries now” you murmured.

He smiled. “I know. I stopped caring about them the moment you kissed me back that night”

He leaned in slowly. No rush. Just enough to give you time to stop him.

You didn’t.

His lips found yours like he had been starving. It wasn’t clumsy this time. It was deliberate. Soft but deep. Your hands fisted the front of his chest wrap and you felt him groan into your mouth when you pressed close.

His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you slightly, pulling you against him like he couldn’t bear even a breath of distance.

When he finally pulled away you were dizzy.

“We can’t keep doing this” you said, but you didn’t step back.

He nodded. “Then don’t kiss me again”

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that either” he added.

You raised a brow.

“Like what”

“Like you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you somewhere private” he said, grinning.

You flushed and pushed his chest but he didn’t budge.

“Neteyam” you said warningly.

“I’ll behave” he said.

You gave him a look.

“For now” he amended.

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You made it back to the village late, cheeks still flushed and hair a little more tangled than before. Kiri gave you a suspicious look. Lo’ak smirked. You tried not to panic.

Neteyam just winked and stretched like nothing happened. You wanted to kill him and kiss him all over again at the same time.

As you headed to your tent, you felt fingers wrap around your wrist. You turned.

He looked at you seriously this time.

“I’m not going to pretend again” he said.

You nodded slowly.

“I’m not either”

His thumb brushed over your pulse. “We’ll figure this out”

You looked at him.

“You better keep your hands to yourself tomorrow”

He smiled like a man who had no intention of following that instruction.

“No promises”

---

[netexyy]

BOND | neteyam

Neteyam x Na’vi Fem!Reader

Word count - 500

CW: 🔞 Explicit sexual content, mating bond, possessive Neteyam, soft dom relationship

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Neteyam had been patient long enough.

The moment your queues connected, he felt it all , your anticipation, your arousal, your love. It sent a shiver down his spine, his breath catching as your thoughts tangled with his. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, eyes locked on you like you were prey. “Fully.”

Your breath hitched as he lowered you onto the soft moss, hovering above you, eyes burning like twin suns. His hands, large and reverent, traced every curve of your body , from your thighs to your chest, then up to your face. “So beautiful,” he whispered, voice almost shaky.

He dipped his head, kissing down your neck, tongue flicking over your skin, tasting you. You arched into him as his fingers slipped between your legs, already soaked for him. He groaned low in his throat. “Fuck… You’re so ready.”

His cock pressed against your entrance, hard and hot. “Neteyam,” you whispered, barely able to speak as the tip teased your folds, slipping just a little inside.

“You want this?” he asked, forehead pressed to yours.

“Yes. Take me.”

That’s all he needed.

He slid in slowly , stretching you, filling you inch by inch. The sound you made nearly broke him. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he bottomed out, breath trembling. “You feel… so tight, so perfect.”

He pulled out halfway before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that was deep and controlled. He kissed you through every moan, every breathless gasp. His hips rocked against yours, every movement deliberate , like he was trying to memorize your body.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper. The bond between you intensified everything , you could feel his need, his restraint, his overwhelming desire to make you fall apart just for him.

“Look at me,” he panted, eyes glowing. “Let me see you.”

You obeyed, and that did it.

Your body clenched around him as your orgasm took over, a wave of heat and pleasure crashing through you. Your cry echoed in the trees, and Neteyam’s lips pressed to your throat as he came seconds later, hips jerking, growling your name like a prayer.

He stayed inside you, not ready to let go.

Panting, shaking, still tangled together, he whispered, “I’ll never let you go. We are one now , always.”

And you believed him. Every part of you , body, soul, and bond , belonged to him.

---

[netexyy]

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Desperate neteyam

Neteyam x Na'vi fem reader

Word count: ~2.3k

🔞Content warning:explicit smut, possessiveness, touch-starved!Neteyam, established relationship/mates, soft dom vibes, marking.

---

You had always known Neteyam was disciplined , painfully so. A leader’s son, always in control. Even when you caught him staring, long and hungry, across the firelight, he’d tighten his jaw, swallow his need, and look away.

Until the night of your mating.

Now that self-control had… thinned, dramatically.

Neteyam wasn’t even subtle anymore. He touched you constantly. A hand on your lower back, arm looped loosely around your waist. His tail curled around yours unconsciously when you sat beside each other. And when he thought no one was looking? His hands would drift.

Under your top. Over your thighs. Into your hair, pulling your head back to bare your throat for his soft, open-mouthed kisses.

You weren’t complaining. Not really.

But it was very hard to focus when the Olo’eyktan’s son was palming your ass behind the spirit tree.

Like right now.

“Neteyam,” you hissed, trying to swat his hand away. “There are others around.”

“They’re not looking,” he murmured into your neck, nuzzling, voice low and deep. His canines grazed your skin gently, deliberately. “Let me have you. Just a little.”

“You had me. Last night.”

He exhaled sharply, a broken little sound. “It wasn’t enough.”

His hand cupped your hip, possessive and warm.

“It’s never enough.”

You turned to face him and froze.

His pupils were blown wide, ears tilted back in need, his mouth parted. One look at you and he visibly swallowed, flexing his hands like he was trying not to grab you.

“Neteyam…”

“You’re mine,” he said, voice a little rougher now. “You let me have you. I held back for so long. And now…”

He stepped forward, crowding you gently against the tree, chest against yours.

“I want you all the time.”

You whimpered and that’s all it took.

He was on you in a second.

---

He pushed you back into the shadows of the tree line, hidden behind thick vines. His kisses were frantic , his mouth crushed to yours, tongue licking past your lips with such urgency you moaned against him. His hands were everywhere. Your waist, your hips, your breasts , needy, greedy.

“I think about this all day,” he confessed against your skin. “I wake up hard. I go hunting hard. I’m thinking about your mouth when I’m fighting.”

He bit down on your shoulder , not hard, but deep enough to leave a mark.

You gasped, clutching his hair, rutting against him helplessly. He was already grinding into you, cock hard and trapped between your bodies.

“You used to hide it so well,” you panted.

“I had to,” he said darkly. “But now that you’re mine? I don’t want to hide anymore.”

He tore at your loincloth, fingers sliding under it to stroke your folds. You were already soaked , he growled low in satisfaction.

“Fuck, you want it too, don’t you?”

You nodded rapidly, barely able to speak.

And then he dropped to his knees.

Just like that.

On the ground, between your thighs, eyes wide and wild with need.

“Hold on,” he rasped.

And his mouth was on you.

You cried out , one hand flying to your mouth to muffle the sound, the other buried in his braids. He licked you desperately, tongue flat and heavy, nose brushing your clit. His hands gripped your thighs like he might lose his mind if you pulled away.

You felt him groan against your cunt, tongue fucking into you with rhythm , slow at first, then frantic. His desperation was unbearable. Hot. Addictive.

Your thighs trembled.

“Neteyam—!”

He pulled back, lips slick with your wetness, panting hard.

“I want to fuck you,” he said raggedly. “Let me , please.”

He didn’t even wait for an answer.

He lifted you effortlessly , you wrapped your legs around his hips, clinging to him, feeling his cock throb between your slick folds.

Then he pushed in.

The stretch made you gasp , you always forgot how big he was.

He groaned deep in his chest, fucking into you slow but hard, slamming his hips up as you clung to him. Your back scraped the bark behind you, legs shaking, walls fluttering around him.

“I missed this,” he breathed. “Being inside you. Feeling you squeeze me. Fuck—”

He growled something in Na’vi , his grip tightened on your ass.

His pace turned frantic.

You bit down on his shoulder to stifle your cries,he hissed in pain and loved it.

“Bite me again,” he begged. “Harder. I want your marks too.”

You obliged and in return, he drove into you so deep your vision blurred.

“Neteyam,” you whined. “You’re gonna make me—”

“Good,” he snapped. “Come. I want to feel you fall apart.”

You did.

Hard.

You clenched around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Neteyam held you through it, still grinding deep, chasing his own release.

Then he bit your neck ,hard , right on the mating spot, and buried himself to the hilt.

You felt him shudder, groan brokenly into your skin, as he spilled inside you.

It took a long time for either of you to speak.

When he finally pulled out, he didn’t put you down.

Just held you there, bare and flushed, face in your neck.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispered.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“I’m never going to get enough of you. I’ll fuck you before hunts. After meetings. In the lake, in the trees, anywhere. Just say the word.”

You laughed, breathless and high. “You’re insatiable.”

“I am now. Now that I’m allowed to love you like this.”

He kissed your temple, still holding you close.

“I won’t stop,” he murmured. “Not ever.”

And you believed him.

---

[netexyy]

Part 4 || Wrong universe, right guy

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

Neteyam x reader

Word count - 3.1k

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

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The silence between you stretched just long enough to feel like a confession.

You glanced away. Mistake. Now you were hyperaware of how close he was. How warm. How much this was absolutely, definitely not a fanfic anymore and, like, wow—your brain was doing gymnastics.

You tried to be chill.

“So… you’re okay with everything?” you asked, very normally. Very cool and casual. Like someone who hadn’t recently brained their crush and fabricated a complete alternate reality to cover it up.

Neteyam hummed. “I’m okay with you. Even when you’re weird.”

Your heart did a flip.

“And trust me,” he added with a grin, “I’ve met weirder. Spider once tried to marry a beetle.”

" That's kinda concerning, even for him" You snorted.

Then—glitch.

Just for a second.

Like a skip in a video. Like your body had a loading screen. A flicker.

You didn’t even feel it, but he saw it. You knew because his hand froze halfway through a pebble toss. His head tilted. His brows knit together.

Crap.

“I didn’t imagine that, did I?” he asked slowly.

Panic.

Panic.

Panic.

You laughed, way too loud. “Haha what? Imagine what? Neteyam, babe, are you still tripping off that fruit?”

He stared at you.

You stared at him.

You could hear your own brain buffering.

“…I’m gonna go meditate,” you said, and sprinted off like you were being chased by a thanator.

---

You didn’t meditate. You hid.

In the upper canopy. Inside a weird hollow tree. You think there might have been a bat in there. You don’t care.

Your thoughts were running a hundred miles an hour.

This was getting worse. The glitching. The dreams. The star-lady Eywa giving you cryptic guidance like she was running customer service for interdimensional errors.

And the worst part?

You didn’t want to leave.

You wanted to stay. With Neteyam. With the dumb glowing mushrooms and your dumb feelings and your sketchbook full of dumb catboy art.

You curled up in the tree, buried your face in your arms, and whispered, “Eywa, please don’t force me to go back to Earth. I don’t even have a skincare routine there.”

---

Meanwhile

Lo’ak squinted at Neteyam. “You’re telling me she glitched again?”

“I saw it,” Neteyam muttered. “Her body sort of… flickered. Like before.”

Spider, sitting upside down from a branch, said, “Maybe she’s haunted.”

“Maybe she’s a time ghost,” Lo’ak offered.

“She’s not a time ghost,” Neteyam snapped.

“Okay, okay,” Lo’ak said. “But if she starts floating or speaking backwards, I’m out.”

Kiri just sighed from her hammock. “You’re all idiots.”

---

Evening

You were on your way back, guilt ballooning inside your chest, when you bumped into Neteyam.

Literally.

You walked straight into his chest.

“Oof—”

“Where were you?” he asked.

You blinked up at him, trying to recalibrate. “Um...nowhere ?”

He blinked.

“Not important,” you said quickly. “Listen, about earlier—”

He cut you off gently. “Y/N. If something’s happening to you… you can tell me. I won’t freak out.”

You swallowed. “Even if it’s weird?”

He smiled. “Especially if it’s weird.”

You hesitated. The truth clawed at your throat. The panic and dreams and the very real fear that Eywa might yoink you back to Earth at any moment.

But then—

“You glitched again,” he said softly. “Didn’t you?”

You nodded.

He exhaled. “Okay. Then let’s figure it out together.”

And just like that—your panic dipped below your ribs. Just enough to breathe again.

---

That night Eywa didn’t show up in your dream. Instead, you saw yourself. Your human self. Alone, sitting in your old bed. Reading fanfiction.

A familiar blue glow pulsed outside your window, like the forest was calling.

You stood, walked toward it—and paused. Between two worlds.

Then a voice echoed.

“What you love most… may be what pulls you away.”

---

You jolted awake.

And for once, Neteyam wasn’t there.

You sat up, disoriented, only to find Kiri squatting at the foot of your hammock like a gremlin.

“You look haunted,” she said cheerfully. “New dream?”

You groaned. “I hate mystical foreshadowing.”

“Wanna go stare at Neteyam until you feel better?”

“…Yeah.”

---

The next day started out normal.

Well—normal by your new standards.

Which meant Lo’ak chased a viperwolf with a stick, Spider ate something he shouldn't have, and you pretended not to be glitching while crushing on your crush who was still recovering from the time you knocked him out unconscious.

Normal.

But then.

You faded.

Not flickered.

Not shimmered.

You full-on turned translucent for three whole seconds.

You were in the middle of picking fruit with Neteyam. Laughing. Relaxed. Definitely not thinking about the dream or Eywa’s vague cosmic riddles.

And suddenly, he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

He was looking through you.

Wide-eyed. Pale. Frozen.

You looked down.

Your hands—transparent.

The fruit you were holding—dropped through your fingers and hit the ground like betrayal.

Then your body snapped back into full form.

Solid. Blue. Horrified.

You met Neteyam’s eyes.

“…Hi,” you squeaked.

“You… you just—”

“Yup.”

“And the fruit—”

“Yup.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked, quietly this time. Not accusing. Just… sad.

You looked down at your knees. “No.”

Neteyam swallowed hard. “What are you?”

You winced. “I’m still working on that.”

Silence.

Then he said, very gently, “You know you can’t stay like this.”

You looked at him.

“I know,” you whispered. “But I really want to.”

---

Later that night, you couldn’t sleep.

So you did what any girl hiding an interdimensional secret would do.

You wandered into the forest alone.

With a stick.

Obviously.

And that’s when you found it.

The spirit bloom.

A flower glowing like starlight, pulsing like it had a heartbeat. Resting near the Tree of Voices.

It shimmered when you touched it—but didn’t disappear. You stayed solid.

Your Na’vi form felt… grounded. Like gravity had claimed you again.

Behind you, a twig snapped.

You turned, heart jumping—only to find Neteyam, barefoot, shirt half undone, looking like a painting of guilt and curiosity.

“I followed you,” he admitted. “You looked like you were about to disappear again.”

You held up the glowing bloom. “This stopped it.”

Neteyam stepped forward slowly. “That’s a spirit anchor. Kiri told me about them. Rare. Almost extinct.”

“Well,” you said, “lucky me. I’ve got main character energy.”

He didn’t laugh.

Instead, he looked at you like he was memorizing your face. “I don’t know how much time we have,” he said. “Before… whatever’s happening to you gets worse.”

You swallowed. “Neither do I.”

Silence fell between you, thick as vines.

Then he said it.

The thing you weren’t ready for.

“But if we did have time… I think I’d be falling for you.”

You blinked. “Neteyam—”

“And if you were real,” he continued, stepping closer, “if none of this was a dream or a glitch or a trick… I think I’d want you to stay.”

Your eyes burned.

You held out the spirit bloom. “Then help me figure out how to anchor. Before Eywa kicks me back to Earth like a software bug.”

---

The next few days were chaos.

Kiri got involved (because obviously).

Lo’ak tried to eat the spirit bloom (because obviously).

You told Spider the truth and he immediately screamed “I knew you were a simulation!” and then apologized for watching you sleep once.

But the worst part?

The glitching didn’t stop.

Even with the bloom. Even with meditation.

Even with Neteyam holding your hand every night now and whispering things like, “You’re here. You’re real. Stay.”

You were flickering during daylight. Losing whole minutes. Dreams were leaking into the real world. Leaves would freeze midair, birds would vanish, and then reappear like nothing had happened.

You were breaking.

And everyone knew it.

---

One night, you sat by the Tree of Voices, tears running down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to leave,” you whispered. “I didn’t ask to come here. But now that I’m here… I can’t go back. I won’t go back.”

A soft wind rustled the branches.

You jumped.

Standing across from you—you.

Human you.

Pajamas. Messy . Wide eyes.

Your Earth self tilted her head. “So. Gonna keep lying? Or are you finally ready to tell him the whole truth?”

You blinked.

And then you weren’t crying anymore.

You were standing. Strong. Furious.

“No more lies,” you said.

---

Back at camp, Neteyam looked up as you stormed in like a vengeful goddess.

“Neteyam.”

He stood. “Y/N?”

“I’m not from your world,” you said. “I’m from another one. I don’t belong here. I got pulled in by something—Eywa, or the Tree, or my own dumb obsession with your face, I don’t know.”

He blinked.

You stepped closer. “I glitch because I don’t fit. I fade because the world’s trying to correct a mistake. But I’m not a mistake.”

You held up the spirit bloom, which still glowed in your hand. “This proves it. I can be real here. I am real here. And I want to stay.”

Neteyam’s voice was quiet. “Even if it means never going back?”

You looked at him.

At his eyes. His hands. The tiny scar near his collarbone you’d drawn in your sketchbook a hundred times.

“Especially if it means that.”

He kissed you.

Like you were sunlight. Like you were his.

And when you pulled back, the glow from the bloom wrapped around you both—soft, golden, warm.

You didn’t flicker.

For the first time in days… you stayed.

---

Tag list : @mimisweetz @hercskid

[netexyy]

🍹Drunk in Love

Neteyam x Human!Reader | Fluff |

Word count: 2k

The prank was simple.

Stupid, but simple.

“Come on,” Spider had whispered, holding up the metallic pouch. “It’s just a little Earth drink. You know, for humans.”

The drink inside was actually something they found in one of the abandoned RDA supply crates. Still sealed. Still weird-smelling. Still alcoholic — though Neteyam had no clue.

“I thought this was orange juice,” Neteyam muttered, sniffing it once before tilting the pouch into his mouth. “Smells... strange.”

“It’s an Earth thing,” Spider said, barely holding in a snort. “Weird smells are normal.”

Lo’ak leaned against a tree and crossed his arms, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, like Y/N’s lotion.”

“Her lotion smells good,” Neteyam said defensively, ears twitching.

Spider raised a brow. “Dude. You notice her lotion?”

Neteyam blinked. “No.”

They shared a look.

Ten minutes later, Neteyam was lying flat on his back in the grass with his braids slightly frizzy, cheeks flushed dark purple, and a sleepy, dazed smile stretched across his face.

“She’s just so small,” he said, absolutely starstruck. “Like. Tiny. I could carry her in one hand. Like a leaf. Like...a precious leaf.”

Lo’ak lost it.

Spider was practically wheezing.

“Oh my Eywa,” Lo’ak laughed, dropping to his knees. “We broke him. You broke him.”

“I want to braid her hair,” Neteyam sighed dramatically, eyes glazed. “Her little human hair...so short. But I would do it anyway. I would try.”

“You think we should call her?” Spider asked, wiping his face. “He might start climbing trees and singing love songs next.”

Neteyam, in the background: “Y/N deserves the stars and a stable income.”

Lo’ak groaned. “Yeah. Let’s bring her here before he starts a poem.”

---

You were in the lab, mid-bite of a protein bar, when the door flew open.

“Y/N,” Spider said, panting. “It’s urgent.”

“Did someone get hurt?”

Lo’ak wheezed. “No. Worse. Neteyam’s... drunk.”

Your brain stalled.

“Neteyam? Drunk?”

“Yeah. Spider gave him human alcohol.”

“I told you it was your idea,” Spider muttered.

“Whatever,” Lo’ak said. “Point is, he’s confessing his deepest secrets right now and it’s getting sad.”

---

You followed them through the forest, heart pounding, until you reached a small glade glowing with bioluminescence. Neteyam was sitting cross-legged on the ground, blinking up at the stars, humming a soft, off-key tune.

When he spotted you, his face lit up like you were the second sun.

“Y/N...” he whispered, absolutely awestruck.

You blinked. “Hey, Neteyam.”

He scrambled to his feet — almost tripping over himself — and rushed toward you, arms wide.

“You’re real,” he said, placing both massive hands on your shoulders and leaning in dramatically. “You’re here. My beautiful, tiny, squishy mate.”

You choked. “Wait, what?”

Spider and Lo’ak stood behind you, trying not to laugh.

“Mate,” Neteyam repeated, dreamily. “You smell like books and lotion and those salty snacks you eat in bed.”

“Have you been watching me sleep?”

“I would never do that without permission. Except maybe once. Or twice. But only for your protection.”

You gave Lo’ak a glare. “You did this?”

Lo’ak lifted both hands. “To be fair, we thought he was too noble to drink it.”

Neteyam turned toward them, expression suddenly serious. “I am noble. That’s why I have to confess my undying devotion before I perish of longing.”

You turned back to him. “You’re not dying, ‘Teyam.”

He blinked, then frowned. “Oh. Good.”

“Okay,” Spider said, clapping his hands. “We’ve done our part. He’s your problem now. We’re gonna...not be here.”

They bolted.

---

You sat down beside Neteyam, watching him stare at the stars like they owed him rent.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” you asked gently.

He looked at you with the most serious, adoring expression you'd ever seen on his face.

“I was afraid,” he admitted. “You’re soft. And warm. And human. And I’m...not.”

You placed a hand on his. “I like that you’re not.”

He blinked. “You do?”

You nodded. “You’re smart. Brave. Kind. You help people. And you never make fun of me for using three pillows.”

“That’s because you look really cute, even when you're drooling ,” he said, deadpan. “It’s adorable.”

You covered your face with your hands. “You’re going to remember none of this tomorrow, are you?”

Neteyam leaned in, nose brushing your temple. “I’ll remember. Because I mean it.”

He looked so sincere you almost believed him — big eyes, glossy braids, even the little drunk hiccup that escaped his mouth like a traitor.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” he breathed.

“Don’t ever let Spider mix your drinks again.”

---

The Next Morning

Neteyam groaned, shielding his eyes from the morning sun. His head felt like someone had launched a grenade inside it.

He sat up slowly.

Then paused.

You were beside him. On a pile of moss. Still asleep, curled up in one of his wraps.

His eyes widened. No. No way. Please tell me I didn’t—

“Good morning, my noble leaf,” you mumbled sleepily.

He froze. “What.”

You cracked one eye open, grinning. “You confessed your undying love, remember? Called me squishy. Said you wanted to braid my hair.”

His face turned deep purple.

“I’m never drinking again,” he said in horror.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You’re lucky I like you drunk and sober.”

Somewhere in the trees, Spider and Lo’ak high-fived.

Neteyam glared at the sound.

“I’m going to kill them.”

You hummed, smiling. “After breakfast?”

He sighed.

“Fine.”

---

[netexyy]

Part 3 || wrong universe, right guy

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

Neteyam x reader

Word count: 4.2k

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

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

---

Everything went white.

You braced for the feel of your scratchy bed sheets. Your phone buzzing. Earth air.

But…

No buzz.

No bed.

No TikTok notification telling you someone liked your Neteyam thirst comment.

Instead:

Leaves rustling. The low hum of Pandora. Wind against your ears.

You blinked rapidly.

“Wait—what?” you croaked.

You were still Na’vi. Still tall. Still blue. Still surrounded by glowing plants. And still standing in front of Neteyam, whose lips were slightly parted in shock.

“Y/N?” he whispered. “You—were just… gone. Your body—flickered. Like a spirit.”

You blinked at him. He blinked back.

He stepped forward.

You panicked.

“Hey, Neteyam, listen—”

Your hand flailed out—looking for anything, anything—and grabbed a thick stick lying near the roots.

WHACK.

You didn’t mean to hit him that hard. You really didn’t.

But the stick cracked against his temple like a freakin’ coconut, and Neteyam, the mighty warrior, the golden child of the Omaticaya, immediately crumpled like a deflated tent.

You stood over him, horrified, stick still in hand.

“...Oh my god,” you whispered. “I just accidentally murdered the love interest.”

You poked him. He groaned.

You immediately dropped the stick and started dramatically fanning his face with a glowing leaf. “Oh Eywa, please, he’s too hot to die—”

He twitched. You shrieked and slapped a glowing mushroom.

Okay. Okay.

Think.

New plan: lie.

Not just any lie. A good one. A suspiciously detailed gaslight special.

---

Ten minutes later

Neteyam groaned awake to the sight of you hovering over him, awkwardly fanning his face with a giant leaf.

“Oh thank Eywa, you’re awake,” you said dramatically. “You passed out.”

He blinked. “I… what?”

“Yeah,” you said, eyes wide and innocent. “You ate one of those funky red fruits Kiri said not to eat. Hallucinogenic. Makes you see things. You started saying weird stuff.”

Neteyam blinked again, eyes slightly glazed. “...I remember…”

“Exactly!” you jumped in. “You started talking nonsense about glowing people and… time glitches and… me being a dream?? It was wild. You tried to kiss a frog.”

His brows furrowed. “No I didn’t.”

“Okay well not that part but the rest is true.”

He sat up slowly, rubbing his temples. “I felt like… like I wasn’t fully here. Like I was seeing something else. You were fading. You said—”

“You were hallucinating,” you said firmly. “Classic poisoned fruit symptoms. Look it up.”

He gave you a look. “Look it up where? This is a jungle.”

“Ask Kiri.”

“I will.”

You beamed. “Great! She’ll totally confirm everything I told you.”

(Mental note: bribe Kiri with shiny rocks before Neteyam gets to her.)

---

Later that day

Kiri squinted at you as you pulled her aside near the healer’s tent.

“...You want me to lie to Neteyam?”

“It’s not lying,” you said sweetly. “It’s… emotionally supportive storytelling.”

She crossed her arms. “What happened?”

“He saw something he shouldn’t have. I panicked and knocked him out. There were sparkles. It’s a long story.”

Kiri sighed. “You are literally the weirdest person who has ever set foot in this forest.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

You handed her a shiny rock and a piece of dried fruit. “Do we have a deal?”

She took it with a dramatic groan. “Fine. But only because I want front-row seats to whatever disaster this turns into.”

---

Meanwhile

Neteyam lay back in his hammock, frowning at the ceiling.

“You’re overthinking,” Lo’ak said from a nearby branch, mouth full of fruit.

“I’m not,” Neteyam muttered. “I swear, I saw her glitch. Like her body shimmered.”

Lo’ak raised an eyebrow. “Did you eat that weird red fruit?”

“Yes.”

“Then you tripped, bro. I once thought I saw our dad turn into a tree.”

“You what.”

“Long story.”

Neteyam groaned. “It just felt… real.”

Lo’ak flopped down beside him. “You’re falling for her. That’s why it feels real.”

Neteyam shot him a glare.

Lo’ak grinned. “Don’t deny it. I see how you look at her like she invented starlight.”

Neteyam mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “Shut up.”

---

Later

You found Neteyam sitting near the stream, tossing pebbles into the water.

He glanced up. “Hey.”

You sat beside him, quiet for a moment. Then, with your most innocent voice: “How’s your brain?”

He gave you a side-eye. “Fuzzy.”

You patted his arm. “Fruit will do that to you. Kiri says you’ll be fine.”

“Did she also say I hallucinated you flickering like a dream?”

“She said hallucinations are normal and should not be questioned.”

“Those were her exact words?”

“Sort of.”

Neteyam narrowed his eyes.

You grinned nervously. “You trust me, right?”

He paused. “...Yeah. I do.”

You instantly felt like a criminal.

“Cool,” you said. “Love that for us.”

There was a long pause.

Then he asked quietly, “But if it wasn’t the fruit… if something is strange about you… you’d tell me, right?”

You looked at him.

And for the briefest second, you saw something sad behind his calm—like he wanted to believe you were real, even if his instincts said otherwise.

You swallowed hard.

“Of course,” you lied.

Neteyam smiled. “Okay.”

You both sat in silence after that, throwing pebbles into the stream. You watched the ripples. He watched you.

And you tried not to wonder what would happen if you glitched again.

---

You didn’t mean to like Neteyam this much.

You thought you were normal-people-level obsessed—like “he’s cute, I’ll read some fanfic” obsessed.

Not “accidentally knock him unconscious, lie about reality, and then feel jealous of every leaf he looks at” obsessed.

But here you were.

Currently watching him across the training ground, shirtless, glistening, sparring with Lo’ak, while you held a very suspicious fruit Kiri had told you not to eat and thought deeply about biting it just to escape your feelings.

“Your ears are twitching,” Kiri said, walking by.

“No they’re not,” you muttered.

“You look like you’re trying to flirt with a rock.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Same thing, apparently.”

You scowled.

Kiri gave you a knowing smirk. “Still feel guilty about braining him with a stick?”

“He was asking questions! I panicked!”

“You committed a felony.”

“Technically it was defensive memory management.”

“You’re a menace,” she said fondly. “Also, Lo’ak told me Neteyam’s been having dreams about you.”

You choked on air. “WHAT?!”

She raised a brow. “Why are you acting shocked? You basically live in his personal space now.”

“I’m a liar with suspicious vibes and glitchy hands.”

“And he’s a sucker for emotionally unstable girls with secrets. It’s like, his exact type.”

You stared at her. “How do you know that?”

“I don’t,” she said. “I made it up to mess with you.”

You nearly threw the forbidden fruit at her.

---

Later that evening

You sat beside Neteyam at the edge of a glowing root cliff, swinging your legs over the edge, staring at the stars. He didn’t say much, but his knee kept bumping yours.

Your heart was in full traitor mode.

“Do you think the stars are real?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

He tilted his head. “Of course. Why?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Sometimes I wonder if they’re just… painted on the sky. A background. Not part of the real world.”

He looked at you sideways. “That’s a very weird question.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a very weird person.”

He smiled. “I like that about you.”

You stiffened.

Don’t react. Don’t squeal. Don’t throw yourself off the ledge to hide the blush.

“Do you remember anything from that night?” you asked instead, voice quieter now.

Neteyam was quiet for a moment. “Bits. Feelings. You crying. Me saying things I don’t normally say out loud.”

“Do you remember kissing me?”

He looked over sharply. “...So that did happen.”

You clutched your chest. “You forgot?!”

“I thought I dreamt it! You told me I hallucinated everything!”

“Yeah, but like, I didn’t think you’d forget the smooch!”

He grinned. “You called it a smooch?”

“Oh no,” you whispered. “You can’t know that word. You’re too pretty for that word.”

---

That night, you dreamed again.

Not Earth. Not home.

But the glowing tree.

And a voice—soft, echoing.

> “You’re not supposed to be here… but you’re not ready to leave either.”

You turned.

A vision of Eywa stood before you. Or something like her. Made of stars. Shimmering.

> “You don’t belong to this world, child. But your heart does.”

“I’m not ready to go back,” you whispered.

> “You will have to choose. One day soon.”

---

You woke up with a jolt, heart racing.

And Neteyam’s face about two inches from yours.

You screamed. He yelped and fell backwards.

“Why were you staring at me like that?!” you hissed, grabbing a nearby stick (not again…).

“I was checking if you were breathing! You were twitching in your sleep!”

“Well now I’m twitching in rage!”

Neteyam laughed as he dusted himself off. “You’re so dramatic in the mornings.”

“Says the guy who wakes up looking like a calendar model.”

“...What’s a calendar?”

“Nothing. Shut up.”

---

The next day, everything went sideways.

It started with Lo’ak discovering your sketchbook.

The one where you’d doodled:

Neteyam shirtless

Neteyam hugging you

Neteyam in a flower crown

And, regrettably, Neteyam as a catboy

Lo’ak nearly passed out laughing.

“You’re in love with him,” he cackled.

“Give it back!” you lunged.

He tossed it to Spider, who opened to a page labeled:

"Top Ten Reasons I’m Emotionally Compromised by Neteyam Sully."

“You wrote a list?!” Spider shrieked.

“WITH RANKINGS,” Kiri added from behind a tree, holding up a second page.

Neteyam, who had wandered over at the worst possible time, looked at you.

You froze.

He looked at the page. Then at you.

A beat.

Then:

“...I didn’t know I looked that good with a flower crown.”

You made a sound like a dying bird and bolted into the jungle.

---

He found you hours later, sitting by the river, face in your hands.

“You’re not allowed to speak,” you mumbled. “You’ve lost that right.”

He sat down beside you anyway. “I thought it was sweet.”

“Sweet?! That was everything but sweet,”

You looked up.

He met your gaze. “You’re a mess. But you’re a good mess.”

Your breath caught.

“And I meant what I said,” he added, softer now. “If this is a dream… I don’t want it to end.”

To be continued

---

[netexyy]

— heat in the hush

🔞Neteyam x Human!Reader

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

---

The forest feels too quiet tonight.

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

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

Maybe he can.

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

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

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

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

“I… what do I do to you?”

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

Your stomach clenches. “Neteyam—”

“You smell sweet. Like you want me.”

You freeze.

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

“I shouldn’t—” you start.

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

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

“No,” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whimper. Nod.

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

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

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

But you want it.

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

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

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

You nod. Tears prick your eyes.

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

“I—fuck—I’m close—”

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

You fall.

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

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

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

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

You’re shaking.

He doesn't pull out.

Not yet.

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

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

You nod, dizzy with pleasure.

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

And honestly… after that?

You probably won’t.

---

[netexyy]

Part 2 || Wrong universe, right guy

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

Neteyam x reader

Word count: 3.7k

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

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

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

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

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You should have been sleeping.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can’t sleep?”

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

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

“Night… owl?” he echoed.

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

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

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

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

His brow quirked. “Weird trees.”

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

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

Instead, he said, “You’re different.”

Your stomach flipped. “Is that… bad?”

He shook his head. “No. Just rare.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

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

Your throat felt tight. “Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my God—you suck.”

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For science.”

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

You stuck your tongue out at him.

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

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

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

You choked. “I—THAT—no I don’t.”

They all gave you the same look.

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

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

---

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

He sat beside you again. Quiet, steady.

“You’re not doing too bad,” he said.

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

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

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

Neteyam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

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

“...Wow. Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

That night

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

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

You gasped.

“This place…” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at him. Really looked at him.

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

---

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

Like maybe this was real.

Like maybe you belonged here.

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

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

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

He laughed softly. “Especially because of that.”

Your chest did that dangerous flutter again.

Then—

The air shifted.

A flicker.

You blinked.

And for a split second, everything glitched.

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

“...Did you see that?” you whispered.

Neteyam frowned. “See what?”

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

But you—your body felt wrong.

Unstable.

Fading.

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

“No. No no no—” you muttered.

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

He stepped toward you.

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

His brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

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

Silence.

“I’m not even from this world.”

His expression didn’t shift.

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

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

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

His eyes narrowed. “A what?”

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

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

Neteyam didn’t move for a long moment.

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

“Nope.”

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

“No clue.”

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

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

He stared at you, unreadable.

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

Another flicker.

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

His eyes widened. “You’re—fading.”

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

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

You blinked at him.

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

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

He squeezed your hand. “You exist here.”

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

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

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

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

Neteyam leaned forward, his forehead brushing yours.

Then he kissed you.

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

And when he pulled back, his voice broke.

“You were never just a dream.”

Then everything went white.

Next part

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[netexyy]

Neteyam || Golden boy's secret

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

Word count - 1.9k

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

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

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

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

He told himself he would leave.

He never did.

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

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

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

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

Neteyam.

Sweet, perfect Neteyam.

She should’ve been angry. She wasn’t.

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

So she decided to play a little game.

Tonight, she was ready.

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

He exhaled slowly, adjusting his position.

Then she moved.

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

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

Then she looked toward the window.

Right at him.

He froze.

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

Neteyam blinked. Was he dreaming?

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

And he couldn’t look away.

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

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

Neteyam bit his lip. Hard.

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

Then she whispered his name.

“Neteyam...”

That was all it took.

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

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

“I—”

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

Neteyam opened his mouth. Closed it.

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

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

That was the end of his restraint.

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

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

He needed her.

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

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

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

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

She nodded. “Yes.”

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

“Fuck—Y/N—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She kissed him again, slow and deep.

“I know everything.”

~~~

[netexyy]

Wrong universe, right guy

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

Neteyam x reader

Part 1

Word count: 4k

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

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

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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You should’ve gone to sleep.

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

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

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

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

And your arms.

What. The. Hell.

Your arms were blue.

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

“OW—WHAT THE ACTUAL—?!”

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

Your first instinct was to scream again.

Your second was to slap yourself.

You did both. Loudly.

Slap.

Still blue.

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

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

“Oh no. Ohhh no no no.”

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

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

And then you heard voices.

Familiar ones.

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

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

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

Your whole soul froze. No way.

You turned.

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

REAL.

ALIVE.

WEARING CLOTHES YOU HAD MENTALLY FANCASTED THEM IN.

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

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

They noticed.

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

You did the most human thing possible: you waved.

“Uh. Hey.”

Spider tilted his head. “Who are you?”

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

Think fast. THINK FAST.

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

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

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

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

Which… fair.

You swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

“Do you remember your name?”

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

Neywen?

Really?

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

You wanted to evaporate.

But somehow… Neteyam smiled.

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

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

---

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

Neteyam walked next to you.

Close.

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

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

“Uh-huh,” you said, sweating.

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

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

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

You narrowed your eyes. “You sound fake.”

“Touché.”

---

When you reached the Sully village, you almost fainted.

Neytiri. Jake. Kiri.

The whole damn canon cast.

Right there.

You tried not to sob.

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

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

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

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

You had no idea what the hell you were doing.

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

---

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

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

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

Words like:

“James Cameron.”

“Canon event.”

“Spoiler alert: Neteyam dies.”

You were surviving. Barely.

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

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

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

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

Lo’ak smirked. “Still doing that?”

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

---

Fifteen Minutes Later

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

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

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

“I want a refund.”

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

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

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

You took it.

Electricity. Static. Brain melting.

“You made it,” he said, voice soft.

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

He tilted his head. “What?”

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

---

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

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

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

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

Lo’ak cackled.

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

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

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

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

“Okay, and?”

Neteyam chuckled. “You’re strange.”

“Thanks. I try.”

---

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

And you were starting to realize something terrifying:

You didn’t want to leave.

“Thought I might find you here.”

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

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

He sat beside you, silent for a minute.

“You seem sad,” he said.

You picked at the grass. “Maybe.”

“Did something happen back home?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked away, heat rising to your face.

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

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

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

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

You turned to him. “What is it?”

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

---

To Be Continued…

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🫐 Boys getting curious about makeup stuff

Lo'ak, neteyam, spider x reader

Pure fluff

Word count ~ 2.k

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

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

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

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

“Yo! Y/N, what’re you doing?”

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

There was a beat of silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boys all leaned forward at once, blinking.

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

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

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

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

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

You gasped. “Lo’ak!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You raised your eyebrows. “You want blush?”

He nodded solemnly. “For science.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you asked.

He looked thoughtful. “You look… different.”

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

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

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

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

You blinked. “You? You want highlighter?”

He nodded once, serious.

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

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

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

“He’s always glowing,” you mumbled.

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

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

“Makeup night,” Spider echoed, nodding.

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

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

You looked at him, surprised.

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

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

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

Spider groaned. “What does that even mean?”

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

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

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

None of it mattered.

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

---

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^᪲᪲᪲ jealous lo'ak

Loki Sully x human reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: Jealousy, toxic emotional behavior, possessiveness.

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

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You never meant to get in the middle of them.

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

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

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

---

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

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

And Neteyam—he didn’t even notice.

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

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

He hated it.

---

You were working late, again.

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

So perfect.

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

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

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

His tail flicked once. “You never do.”

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

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

You blinked again. “What?”

He didn’t answer. His jaw was tight.

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

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

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

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

“I never said that.”

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

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

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

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

Silence.

His eyes narrowed. “Exactly.”

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

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

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

“I never lied to you.”

“You didn’t have to,” he hissed.

Something cracked. In him. In you.

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

“Lo’ak—”

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

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

Hard. Rough. Desperate.

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

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

His voice was ragged when he pulled back.

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

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

“This isn’t you,” you whispered.

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

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

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

“And you wouldn’t?”

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

“No.”

---

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

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

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

You didn’t sleep.

And you knew this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

---

[netexyy]

⋆˚꩜｡ Curious

🫐 Neteyam x fem human!Reader

🔞 smut

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

- words - 1.8 k

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

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked. “Do what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. “It’s... a human thing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe. If it was with you.”

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

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

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

Neteyam didn’t look away. “I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your fingers curled around his instinctively.

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

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

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

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

The air stilled again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded. “Yeah. You can touch me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Show me how,” he said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take it off,” you whispered.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you rocked your hips gently.

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

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

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

“Neteyam,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

He growled your name in response, low and hungry.

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

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

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

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

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

Then you whispered, “That was…”

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

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

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

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

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