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Honestly I be grabbing my man's back during sex cause the muscles just flexing like 🫠🤪

Map of Stars

Aged up!Neteyam x Mate!Reader  [Word count: 1.6k]

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, Back praise, unnecessary words bc y/n is smitten fr, body worship, implied smut, size kink if you squint, overstimulation [This goes without saying, minors dni]

You like holding onto Neteyam whether on his shoulders, around his waist, his toned arms, but most especially his back.  You loved how his lean back presses against you, tight muscles flexing every now and then, never failing to jostle the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Neteyam however, was oblivious to your growing affinity towards his back.  He’s the sharpest warrior there is.  He knows when a sturmbeest would appear at a certain hotspot.  He knows where the fresh fruits are.  But  this?  This,  he does not know. Not that he would care. If anything, he'd be more than flattered, that even the simplest things on him you would find endearing.  He certainly notices your behavior around him when those feelings resurface though.  He loves how your ears would suddenly turn downwards, slowly turning leaning more into the purple spectrum, indicating that you were flustered.  Your tail would suddenly start swishing a bit faster, its end becoming more and more noticeable as it moves unconsciously.  

So, when Neteyam saw you doing it once when he was helping his brother remove the saddles from the ikran, he was set on finding out which particular part of him makes you all putty in his presence.  First, he tried pinning it on his arms.  He has trained for years, effortlessly making it a routine to do various hand exercises to improve his aim, practicing weaving with his sisters, and lifting supplies for the clan, making his biceps more toned, making it one of the first things the women in the clan would coo at. He has tried  showing off to you countless times, purposely shooting better at practice when you were around, making sure that you were seeing his taut muscles as he pulled his arm backwards to aim.  At dinnertime, he would reach from behind you, making his forearm slightly graze your shoulder.  To no avail, you would only smile at him endearingly, face slightly reddening from the contact, but it’s definitely not the reaction he was trying to find.  

Neteyam loves everything  about you.  But he was just a man.  He wants to see you melt before him, baring your everything at him.  He longs to witness you offer yourself as his and his only.  

Neteyam never considered himself as a selfish person.  Growing up he has only known to give and sacrifice for his siblings, dedicating his whole being to please his parents, the people around him, always aiming to prove himself as the future olo’eyktan.  But as his pupils rapidly enlarged at the sight of you squirming beneath him, your three fingered hands raking along his back, your eyes hooded with overwhelming arousal, all he can think of is to take take take.  

“Neteyam–!  Slow down–ah!” you pleaded, eyes slowly rolling back at the feeling of his muscles flex beneath your fingertips.  You didn’t even realize you were crying until your mate swiped a stray tear on your cheek, dipping towards you to rub his nose against your left cheek, his hand stroking your queue, making you arch your back, meeting his chest halfway.  As if to add fuel to fire, he tugged at his queue, forming tsaheylu between you, burying you in massive waves of emotion.  Love.  Desire.  Lust.  Fondness.  Worship.  Ardor.  Everything came to you in a roller, making you quiver at the feeling, chanting out his name so loud some might mistake it for a ritual,  a sacrament of lascivious want for your mate’s back.  

You were too swamped with pleasure your hands have fallen on the mats, gripping at nothing as Neteyam thrusted at you faster and faster, never getting tired of maneuvering his hips forward and backwards, pulling back until only his tip was inside of you, then moving oh so deep back into you, giving you endless jolts of pleasure.  You rolled your hips upwards to try and match his pace, only proving to you that you can’t catch up to his tempo as he outruns you by digging his member brisker into you.  He groans at your ear, slipping from his  positioned palms, almost failing to stop himself from falling flat into you, his elbows acting as cushion from his unexpected collapse from too much delectation.  From the new angle, he catches your lower lip between his teeth, playfully biting it then smashes his lips against yours, deepening it with a delve of his tongue on yours.  He moans as you reciprocate by licking against his tongue, decelerating his thrusts to match how slowly he detaches mouth from yours, a string of saliva appearing from between you.  

It was endlessly torturous as it was tremendously pleasing to you, that he would go  from slow to fast then rapid to sluggish, continuously building the impending knot in your stomach.  “Oh my Eywa–!  Neteyam-” you exclaim as he once again consumes you by plunging into you harder rhythmically.  He grabs your hand, guiding it on his back as he rammed into you.  You whine in realization as he makes you scour through his rear muscles, feeling them twitch at your hand’s mercy, experimentally pressing through the plush of them with Neteyam muttering a curse as he impossibly quickened his pace.  You were seeing stars when he gave you three of his hardest thrusts, your arms pulling him closer to  you, making him nestle against the dip of your collar.  You sob against his shoulder as you feel yourself let go, your slick covering the entirety of his member.  

“Hahh–”  He breathes, his warmth seeping through, filling you with his seed, never stopping his languid thrusts, his eyes almost went black when he sees himself inside you, his shaft plunging inside you lazily, a dent on your stomach visible.  You pull his head into you, kissing him with wild abandon.  This takes you back to  your first night as mates.  You were on his back, being carried by him to the tree of  souls  after you hurt your ankle out of sheer excitement when the day he would choose you has come.  Your courting was well known in the village.  The people knew that the two of you have loved each other for a long long time.  

That night was also the reason why you have come to love the way his back would dip into a perfect semi-arch that leads to the most alluring tail you have ever seen.   The way his back pressed into your chest, firm muscles shifting every now  and then, it was so so attractive.  So when your beloved pulled out from you, you could not help but pull him closer to you, only you shifted him onto his stomach, your eyes seemingly forming into hearts as they lay gaze on his freckled back, the bluest stripes adorning it.  Your eyes droop into a mesmerized look, thinking just how beautiful Neteyam is.  You could be presented with every eligible man in the whole world but not one of them would hold a candle to your Neteyam.  

Neteyam shifted his neck slightly to see what you were up to, chest slightly heaving at the exhaustion starting to seep through.  He was about to ask what was  wrong when his eyes  widened in realization.  You were practically melting his back into a  puddle with how lovingly your amber eyes were stuck onto him.  

“I see,” he chuckles, voice slightly raspy.  He folds his arms beneath his head, acting as a pillow to make himself comfortable, knowing how much time you will spend giving his back attention.  Yawne does that very well, in his opinion.  You gently put open mouthed kisses on his back, a beautiful map of stars that you have come to love, giving each bioluminescent freckle attention, doing your best to remember which spots struck the most reaction.  Neteyam jutted his hips onto the flooring after you suckled on a certain area of his back just a few  centimeters away from his tail.  Eywa, he exclaimed.  You started working your way up, licking him from the dip of his spine, moaning obscenely as you did it, your hips rocking against his tail, its incessant flickering creating a friction against your womanhood.  

A  familiar buildup has Neteyam breathe a sigh, groaning as he feels your wetness against his back, your nose nuzzling against his braids.  You kneaded the knots on his back, eyes rolling back at the feel of his muscles rippling against your palms, tearing a loud moan from you as your mind blanked out for almost a minute with how unexpected your release came.  Neteyam gasped your name as he himself let go of the tightening in him, releasing a sputter of his semen against the ground, his right hand shakily reaching behind him almost tangling with the connected queues, and finally came in contact with your sex as he massaged through the bundle of nerves, helping you through your  release.  You squirted against his back, making your breath hitch when you felt his left hand rub your bottom against him, stroking it in a circular motion.

“Neteyam, I love you–!”  You scream, continuing to whimper his name, "Neteyam, Neteyam Neteyam—Haah.." your voice fades as you run out of breath from overstimulation, tickling his ears as you did so. 

As soon  as he felt your heartbeat slow down, he shifted onto his back to guide you into a cuddling position.  Deciding how close he needed you, he lifted you up to put you quite literally on him, an appreciative sigh coming from you.  You pressed a kiss on his cheek, then went back to nuzzle against his neck, mumbling an i love you, so so much my mate.  It was not too long until your soft snores reached his ears.  He chuckles at the sight, his arms wounding around your waist, his tail protectively wrapping itself around your thigh, with yours unconsciously doing the same to him.  He smirked at his new discovery, the cogs inside him starting to run through ideas where he can exploit this to tease you, perhaps score another passionate night with you, as the two of you go beyond your experiences, showering each other with love and intense desire.

I made this for yall. We are all Donald.

- Spoilers ahead, trigger warning for death and a small suicide mention -

My Angst Avatar Way Of Water Headcanons

I'm sad and you will deal with the consequences

Last time it was languages, now it's the aftermath of Neteyam's death

Neytiri hates humans, she wishes they never came to Pandora in the first place. It keeps her up at night and causes never ending stress, a flurry of 'what ifs' while Jake sleeps soundly next to her. Her father, sister, Tsu'tey, would be in her sleep, blaming her for allowing a demon into her family. Neytiri believes without humans, her friends and family would be breathing and her clan prosperous. She wouldn't have Neteyam lifeless below her.

Jake hates his humanity, he tries so desperately to understand and sympathise with his fellow man, but flashes of Neteyams eyes frantically searching for help before losing their life, his ears relaxing when before they were twitching erratically forces him to be harsh. He will give second chances, after that, anyone who refuses to help the Na'vi is dead to him.

Kiri has images of Grace dying as nightmares, the failed body transfer replaying in her head at heightened points of stress, it's why she relaxes with nature, it let's everything leave. Just Kiri and her two mothers. When Neteyam died, she felt him at the funeral become one with Eywa. She hears his shallow last breaths in her heartbeat, and wishes she could hear his one last time.

Lo'ak can't look at his mother without seeing Neteyam, he tries, he really does. But everything about her reminds him of a brother he feels responsible for letting die. In the water he sees his brother being enveloped into the ocean, forcing Lo'ak to break the surface and cry, screaming and begging for help to save him. Sometimes he tries to drown with Neteyam, to see him again and make for lost time. For those arguments that broke them apart the last few months of his living.

In the early staging of grieving Neteyam, the Sully family sleep in his bed and cry themselves to sleep, hugging each other and begging for a miracle from Eywa. And while Neytiri would never admit it out loud, she began to doubt Eywa in those first few months, she believed that her great mother despised her for the destruction surrounding her and her family. The metkayina clan feels great pain and loss in the stages of grief, hearing their cries at night.

Ao'nung feels guilt about not getting to know the Sully's more, he tries to befriend them now and while they're so welcoming, he feels like he doesn't deserve it for what he did. For all he knows, Lo'ak could've been killed because of him. Even without the what ifs, he notices Neytiri and Jake never look him in the eye, they don't forgive him for what could've happened. It keeps him from speaking to them for too long, because he was responsible for Lo'ak's safety, and he used that against him.

Quaritch begins to have an identity crisis over who he even is. All he knows that even if he isn't Spiders dad, he wants to be better and feels regret for not being there. Although, he's far too deep now. Miles hates him, for good reason, but it stings like a nagging bug biting into his flesh, poisonous thoughts stabbing into him like he was nothing. He knows it's deserved for what he remembers he done, but he isn't that man, and he wants to prove it. Doubts begin spiralling his mind and everybody notices, Neytiri's words of 'a son for a son' kept him sleepless and borderline insane. He could've lost spider that night, would life be better? Would it be worse? He'd never know, and that's the worst part.

Tuktirey sleeps with her parents ever since Neteyam died, never leaving her family's side and hating when they have to split up. She never spent enough time with him before he died, even if it was most of her time, it would never be enough. Tuk asks her mother for Neteyam's necklace, hugging it with her and Jake. After a few months in the family slept separately again, in solitary peace, but every once and a while she'll cry quietly and slip into her mother's arms.

Tsireya feels too guilty to continue a relationship with Lo'ak at first, she can't look at him without feeling like she could've helped in some way. She feels worthless and one day the dam breaks, both her and Lo'ak expressing their true feelings. They bonded over that day and became inseparable ever since, it made things better for most of the Sully family, to have the least willing to move on be helped in such a way that he would have a distraction.

Jake and Neytiri become overbearing and protective over their children, always knowing their location and rushing to find them if they've been gone for too long. It puts pressure on the kids and ends in fights that drift them apart. Of course they work through their issues eventually, but things like this are common when losing children and I don't doubt that the Sully's would have this happen after Neteyam.

Spider is semi accepted into the tribe, however, he wants to go back to the forest. He never outright speaks his thoughts, but everybody can tell, he can't keep up with swimming or holding breath, he's smaller and weaker than Na'vi of his age and is almost useless to their way of life. He wants to go back to the way things were, before humans came back.

Spider regrets saving his dad, he wouldn't tell anybody, ever, and would try hiding all evidence or possibility of them finding out, he doesn't want to lose what he feels is his family. His dad may be 'alive' but deep down he knows it's not actually him, no matter how much more willing the man is to be apart of his life, Spider wishes he could've let him drown.

Of Eywa

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Warnings: death? Angst? 

A/n this is a series, there will be more than one chapter. You can find this book on my Wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/story/331936579-of-eywa

Enjoy

Black hole 

“I’m surprised your parents let you come Nyx”I say. I grab some fries off Daniela’s plate and she glares  at me. “I know we’re only 13 and they didn’t think we should go out by ourselves.”Nyx tell us. I smirk placing the fries into my mouth. “Oh look it Andrew.” Nyx smiles. I try to speak but the saltines of the fries make me choke. As I choke Krel pats my back glaring behind us. “I don’t understand why you like him? He’s an ass.” He tells me.

After I finish choking I look at Krel. “I don’t like him I just think he’s hot.” I replie. Krel rolls his eyes and looks away from me. “I’m hot why can’t you like me. I’d be ten times better than him!” Krel practically yells. Before I can answer I hear Daniela scream. I turn to her and she pointing out the window. A crowd gathers right as I get the and I gasp. A large hole is in the sky. The hole melts black with the blue sky. The black hole sucks things into it cars and people.

If it wasn’t destroying thing I would have called it beautiful, and most likely painted it. I feel Krel grab my hand and pull me. Everything blurs together and all I hear is screaming. Krel throws me behind and car and we hid. I watch as Daniela and Nyx cry and then I hear it. A babies cry. I look over the car and see a stroller right in the middle of cover by a blockade of cars. I look over to Krel shoes trying to calm down the girls. “No! No Y/n don’t do what I think you’re about to do!” Krel yells.

I sigh and move over to Nyx and Daniela. I kiss both there for heads with a sad smile. I move over to Krel about to kiss his forehead but he grab a my hand. “Don’t” is all he says. I kiss his forehead and pull my hand away. “Someone has to help” I sigh. I stand and run as the black hole sucks things into it. I fall as something cuts my leg. I pull myself up and ran. I jump over the cars blocking the stroller. I grabbed the baby out and he gurgles at me with a smile. I laugh and sit on the ground. He has curly white hair with chocolate brown eyes.

He grabs  my nose and stand l holding him. Krel looks up from the car and cries as he sees me with the baby. I hear him scream and I feel like I’m floating and Krel runs out from the car leaving Nyx and Daniela. I know it’s too late I wat h as I fly over the ground and above. I hold the baby close to my body and I close my eyes. And for I moment nothing. No noise. No light. No nothing. I hear a mighty voice say “We are one.”

……….

Then it ended. There a blinding light infront of me. I see a women with red hair, brown eyes, and in a lab coat. “Hey eyes on me.” She speaks softly. A flashlight is placed in my eyesight and I blink. “Ow that hurts” I say trying to stand. With help of the lady. I stand and pause. “Where my baby!” I question. A man with short brown hair and brown eyes comes into my view holding him. I rush over and grab my-the baby. He smiles as he grabs my nose again.

“How did I get here. Where is here”I ask anyone. “Well you short stack just appeared through a black hole that opened in the lab.” A man in a military uniform and a scar on the side of his head says. I notice other military people have their hands on their guns. I pull him closer to me and glare at all the soldiers. “Hum we think you’re from Earth 2. I’m Grace by the way. The man you just blatantly told you you fell into the lab is Colonel Quaritch” Grace tells me.

“Earth 2?” I ask. Grace smiles at me. “Your Earth was swallowed by a black hole two weeks ago.” Grace says apologetically. My mouth forms a o shape. I feel tears fall from my eyes and I look away from everyone. My world was gone. Everything I had ever was gone. “How am I alive? How are we alive?” I ask. Graces faces falls and she sigh.

“We don’t know. You see your planet is right next to our Earth. Our frequencies are off a little. We couldn’t warn you about what was about to happen because no matter what we did we couldn’t get into your earths atmosphere. By some miracle you survived made it here. I’m Max by the way.” Max tells me.

“Short stack what’s that in your hair?” Colonel Quaritch questions. I move the the baby to my chest with my one hand. With my other hand I grab at my hair. I move my h/c to the side and pul out my white hair. I was born with h/c and white hair. “My hair Sir.” I say. I look over to Grace. “Where am I?” I repeat my question.

“Welcome to Pandora”

Why did James Cameron give the Navi men such sluttly little waists huh??? Why did he make them so very scrumdidilyumsous huh?? His actions are forcing me into a mouth foaming,skin clawing,eyes bulging frenzy

jake sully gripping your ass as support while he thrust

jake sully breeding you till he is satisfied and absolutely love to see you squirting on him

help im getting sucked into the avatar fandom ono…

well its too late for that, made an oc…whoops. expect some canon x oc oneshots or angst from me.

in case you couldn’t read the writing:

her name is näytle te ìviu oa’ite

she is a healer in the omoticayan clan

is the love interest of neteyam sully

a year younger than him roughly

got introduced to the sullys through lo’aks recklessness and neteyam defending his little brother

jake sees her as his daughter-figure at this point.

neytiri is just happy that there’s someone to patch her sons up

kiri is alright with her, doesn’t think too much about her. tuk on the other hand loves the idea of another sister

the art is mine! don’t repost! reblogging is fine :)