#neteyam x pregnant!reader

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Nísoaia - Together, As A Family

Fic description: ADULT Neteyam x ADULT fem!omaticaya reader living in Metkayina reef. Both of them are around 21. Some sex mentioned, (tw: vomiting, brief mention of heat cycles, breeding/preg kink) but mostly all fluff/hurt/comfort: Reader discovers she is pregnant, fluff and affection ensues!

Na’vi terms:

Yawne- My Beloved

Yuey - My Beautiful

Muntxate- my mate (wife)

Oel Ngati Kameie- I see you

Tsaheylu- the bond

You first felt it on that one, fateful night. It was right after you had one of your strongest heat cycles yet, your sweet Teyam caring for you through that long, and exhausting week. You’ve gotten stuffed with his cock (and cum) for what felt like eternity, and this week — you thought, you would feel better. You didn’t.

The wave of nausea hit you like a slap to the face. You were in an incredibly unfortunate situation — the moment you were enjoying a late night swim in the luminescent reef, it had hit you. You rush out of the reef quickly, your blue palms hitting the glowing sand of the shore, as you fall onto the ground.

Your ilu finds you, nuzzling against your arm, consoling you, as you begin to vomit onto the sand. You were  feeling dizzy, faint, the shining night sky began to spin. All you could think of was alerting your mate. What you loved about being Na’vi was tsaheylu. It let you communicate with your mate telepathically. You cry out for him in your mind, hoping that he’d listen. The last thing you remember was the sound of those crashing waves upon the shore, and then complete and utter darkness. 

You awaken to the straw floor of Tsahik Ronal’s hut brushing against your face. You feel Teyam’s presence, you look up at him. “Yawne. May Eywa be with you. You are awake. You had me so worried, my love,” he expresses his concern. You reach out your hand, he immediately takes it in his. “Teyam. I am scared,” you whined out. He takes his braid to conjoin with yours, the bond easing you a bit as Ronal continues to inspect you.

She pricked a bit of blood from your lower abdomen — right over your uterus. She put the needle in her mouth, tasting it, before blowing upwards with a cupped hand motion. She looks at you endearingly.

“You are with child. May the great mother guide you…your pregnancy will not be an easy one,” she advises you. You sigh — you had a feeling this fainting spell would not be your last one.

“Do not worry. I will help you through this. Think of the miracle growing inside you, ma yawne,” Neteyam consoles you, feeling your unease through tsaheylu. “Come. Let us go home,” he says, as he helps you up, his strong biceps flexing to pull you off the floor. “Thank you, ma Teyam,” you smile and give him a few kisses, to which he greatly appreciated, nuzzling his head into your hand as you kissed him.

“You have a strong heart. You will be a good father. Protect your family,” Ronal advises your Teyam, and then ushers the both of you out of the hut. You want to go take a walk on the shores again, but Teyam assures you that he will not be letting his pregnant wife go alone. “Not safe for you, love. I will go with you. Come,” he leads you over the bioluminescent sand, your hands and tails linking together. You feel the warm water on your feet, and you watch the stars with him. You knew a lot about stars, so you would tell him about each of the Pandoran constellations, his wife, yellow eyes, listening to you attentively, he gazed at you like you were his creator.

The stars were now even more visible, as the evening cycled forth into deeper night. Your head was on his chest, your breathing matched his. His arms were protectively wrapped around your side, and you feel one slip up to rub your stomach. “Ma yawne. My world. By the grace of Eywa, I’ve managed to help create a family with you,” he whispers attentively to you. “A family,” you whisper back.

A family. You couldn’t believe it. You were with his child, carrying his child, in your womb. Ultimately and truthfully, you were really his. His to take care of, his to love and dote on.

“Oel ngati kameie, ma muntxate, (my mate)” your Nete says as he looks into your eyes, his hand still resting on your belly. “Oel ngati kameie, ma ‘eveng (my child) he says, looking down at your belly tenderly. You started to cry — how were you fortunate enough to have a mate this sweet, and caring for you?

He looks at you with concern. “Ma paskalin — (my honey) do not cry. I vow, by the warrior’s band I wear on my waist, to protect our family. I promise that,” he consoles you. “No, ma Teyam — I am just so happy to have you as my mate, to have your child, to be yours! I cannot wait to start our family,” you choked out, through sobs. He smiles tenderly at you, you nuzzle your face into his neck, your cries calming a bit.

“I cannot wait too, my mate. We have mated for life. Our family will be strong. I am sure of it. Come — let us go back to our straw hut. It is late. Do not exert yourself, ma yawne,” he chided at you. You giggle. “I won’t, Nete.” With that, the two of you get up off the shore, he helps you back up onto the straw pathway that leads to the connected bungalows, sitting over the bay. You think on how you will tell the clan tommorow. You were finally a family.

A/n: enjoy this aged up Neteyam fic! this will probably be a series, I'm going tp try and write more fluff / angst fics like this!

Pt 2 can be found here

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[fleurriee]

— wanted desires ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!pregnant reader

synopsis ; too worried about being rough on you, neteyam won’t allow himself to give into his desires, despite you having never looked more ravishing. but, it’s simply been too long for you, and you can hold yourself back no longer.

word count ; 4.4k

themes ; smut, fluff, established relationship (mates)

warnings ; explicit content: pregnant sex, p in v sex, breast play, nipple play, ear kissing, but all kinda sensual??

author’s note ; (in this, ive kinda just assumed that na’vi sleep naked) so this has slightly less dad!neteyam in it & more horny neteyam which im sorry about. i really can’t decide if im happy with it but i want to go along with the plans i have for this series & this was a chapter i’d planned a while back. i had originally planned this to be more smutty but as i started writing this i just couldn't bc even tho it's dad!neteyam who’s just 🥵 he'd be too scared to hurt you, so, we've ended up with this?? i PROMISE the next one is absolutely fucking adorable & will have everything people want when it comes to dad!neteyam!! this is part of my dad!neteyam series, which you can find in my masterlist below!

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Neteyam was everything you could've asked for... and more.

As you slowly but surely started to reach the end of your pregnancy, the last stages just looming over your shoulders, he was always there for you. You were becoming more irrational, and there was no doubt in your mind that you were annoying everyone you came into contact with. But, each and every one of them seemed to understand, and none better than Neteyam.

Your mate was constantly by your side - physically or mentally - tending to your every need and abiding by your every request. Hormones getting the better of you, you also started to take your problems and own annoyances out on him. It was completely unfair and it always made you feel incredibly guilty and horrible in the end, crying your eyes out in your mate's arms as all you could do was apologise profusely.

But, not once did he hold it against you. No - instead of taking every harsh word you uttered to him to heart, instead of truly believing that you meant them, he allowed the blows and the insults to be thrown his way, soaking them in until your temper died down and there was nothing but an exhausted, drained and broken girl in front of him. After that, he'd soothe your apologies, caging you in his arms protectively, stroking both the top of your head and your expanding stomach whilst he assured you he understood that you hadn't meant all those words, that it was okay.

He'd insist that he didn't mind taking such aggravation, not when you were doing all the hard work... not when you were carrying his entire world on your shoulders.

To no surprise of anyone, his family were as perfect as they could be, too, always either giving you a helping hand, or steering clear less they want to say the wrong thing. It was obvious from the very start of the stark differences between the two sides of Neteyam's - and, you guess, your own - family.

When it came to those that were always supportive and understanding, it was always the girls. Neytiri would constantly make sure that you were the most comfortable in any situation you found yourself in, wanting to ensure that the mother was safe and healthy before anything else; Kiri was, without fail, bringing you different concotions made by both herself and Mo'at that helped ease your pain and soothe your anxieties; and Tuk, consistently babbling about how excited she is to finally meet her niece or nephew, planning out how all she's going to do when they arrive is dote on them. Each of them had created their own roles to play in your pregnancy, and each one comfortably took your mind off the worries that were swirling around, believing that simply nothing could go wrong when you had such beautiful people around you all the time.

On the complete other side, there were the boys. Both Jake and Lo'ak were different stories compared to the rest of their families - whilst the two of them were as excited and eager to meet your baby, too, neither one of them wanted to really get too involved, something that didn't exactly bother you, rather just making you giggle at their reactions. They gave you as much space as possible, too scared to get too close in case they either annoyed you or did something wrong. Whilst Jake had done this many times before, gone through several of these similar experiences with his own mate, he didn't want to overstep any boundaries between yourself and his eldest son, considering he had no idea what it was like carrying a baby for so long. And, Lo'ak... Lo'ak was just scared of his older brother.

After all, you were now considered delicate, and they knew if something happened to you, they'd be on the feral side of Neteyam... something neither of them particularly wanted to experience any time soon.

But, there was one thing that you couldn't stand during all of this, and, surprisingly, it wasn't anyone else trying to help.

It was Neteyam, and the fact that he wouldn't touch you.

Way more often than you were used to, you found yourself feeling sexually frustrated, the only thing you needed being for yourself and Neteyam to be intimate in the same way that got you in this situation in the first place. You narrowed your sudden feelings down to the fact that it had been so long - whilst the two of you never really had sex all the time before becoming pregnant, after being denied of your wants for an excruciatingly long period of time now, you were slowly teetering over the edge.

And, it wasn't as though you weren't trying, either. Your attempts of kissing him sensually, gaining beautiful-sounding moans out of him before he forced himself away from you; touching him explicitly, feeling him shudder under your grasp, before he moved himself impossibly further away from you, eyes scrunched tight as he held himself back; laying yourself bare for him when he go home, before he sighed dejectedly and shook his head, doing his damn best to ignore you... all to waste.

Neteyam just couldn't stand the idea of hurting you or the baby.

Sure, you guess you could understand where he was coming from, too, considering neither of you had been in this situation before, having no idea if having sex could harm either one of you, and the both of you were too prideful to ask someone else about it. So, you were stuck in what felt like a never-ending loop, enjoying itself as it tortured you blissfully.

But, you had never been so frustrated in your entire life.

The day had, once again, been a long and tiring one for the two of you, trying to let sleep overtake your entire senses and succumb to the world beyond. You were lay down upon your mat, the two of you on your sides - something that always felt more comfortable against the pains in your stomach, so Neteyam was happy to oblige - as your mate's front curls into your figure, his tail automatically wrapping itself around your bump protectively, like it always did, like a ritual.

That's when you started to feel it.

Your mind was beginning to deny you of any sleep anyway, your arousal once again getting the better of you as it painted your wanted desires within the forefront of you mind's eye until there was nothing else you could think of. But, it seemed as though Neteyam was feeling something, too - a bulge poking against your lower back, throbbing gently every now and again like it was demanding your attention, like it was excited.

For a moment, you wondered if Neteyam had even noticed his own predicament, considering he was the one so desperate to not engage in this way, and now he's aching. It's ironic that the roles have suddenly reversed, and you wonder how next to play this out.

Taking in a shuddering breath when you feel his tail subconsciously stroke against your skin, you weigh up your options - you could either ignore it completely, knowing it'll be a fight to get him to give into you, allowing the sultry thoughts within your mind to be the only release you'd get... or, you could take control for yourself.

In no time at all, you decide upon the latter. It wasn't much of a decision to make, either, too wrapped up in the sensations you knew only he could give you, wanting nothing but him all over you.

You start of with the barest of movements, not wanting to completely pounce on him in surprise, knowing that if you did, he'd get angry. The best way to get him to give in was always going to be to get him weak. Fidgeting about in place, barely moving, you pretend as though you're subconsciously trying to get comfortable - after all, who was he to say that you weren't when carrying a Na'vi around constantly?

A small moan sounds behind you, under his breath like he hadn't meant for it to spill from his lips, but it already has you smirking slightly. Instantly, you know he wants this just as much as you do, and if your plan works how you intend it to, you'll both be falling asleep blissful and satisfied after too long of denying yourselves.

Your next step is start rubbing your ass against his bulge, but ensuring your movements stay slow, so as not to arouse him so suddenly. At the feel of him against you in such a sensual way, a breathy sigh leaves your lips, eyes fluttering closed as you forget how much you truly enjoyed the feel of his cock anywhere on you.

Just as you’re enjoying yourself, your ass continuing to rub painfully slow against his excitement, there's a rough hand placed firmly along the side of your hip. It's not too tight a grip, not wanting to hurt you or possibly bruise you, but it's enough to hold you down in place and stop your movements from carrying on any further. "Stop," Neteyam almost demands, voice gruff as though he's just woken up, which means he'd been dreaming about taking you like he always loved to.

His one word command does practically the complete opposite of its original purpose, however - instead of listening and giving into him, it only seems to fuel your fire, adding on to your already painful arousal. The way he said the word, sounding so authoritative and annoyed and just sexy has you wanting more, more, more. It definitely wasn't in his plans to have you reacting such a way, but you couldn't help yourself anymore, too far gone. This was the closest you'd been to one another in this way for too long.

Your response to him is a whimper, pathetic and pleading, as you force your hips to move once more despite him hand still placed firmly on you. When your ass brushes against his cock again, he hisses, the sensation no doubt sending him into overdrive, whilst his fingers hold a tighter grip, automatically indenting themselves into your skin.

"Please," you whine, breaths uneven and you were barely even touching each other. "Neteyam, please."

There's a brief moment of silence that lingers between the two of you as your words evaporate into the surrounding air, yourself guessing that it's now Neteyam's turn to weigh up the options set out before him. Unfortunately, he knows you like he knows the back of his own hand, meaning it's obvious straight away that you wont give in now that you're this close to getting what you want. Besides, despite having seen you plead for him to just touch you before you fell pregnant in a way that had him excited, he's never heard you like this - desperate, anguished, and downright aching.

It makes him feel more thrilled than he'd like to admit - especially to you, right in this moment.

With a sigh of defeat, Neteyam knows there's not much else he can do other than give you what you want - although, he could change how he does it. He removes his hand from your waist, tail staying still in its place like always, fidgeting about. You're unsure as to what exactly he's doing, not words or explanations exchanged, rather just letting him do what he wants. For a second, you wonder if your plan had backfired, and he was moving further away from you, or possibly even leaving. The thought has your heart aching in displeasure.

But, then all thoughts are wiped from your mind when you begin to feel a gentle prod against your soaked entrance, subconsciously lifting one of your legs slightly higher in the air at the sensation, before Neteyam is sheathing himself fully inside you. His hand closest to you wraps around your elevated leg to relieve you of the annoyance of lifting it up yourself. When all you can really feel is Neteyam, no longer empty but warm and full, a guttural moan escapes your lips before you can trap it, your hand coming up to slap over your mouth, eyes closed tightly as you take him whole.

You hadn't truly realised how long it had been since you last felt him this way until now. Curse him and his damn protective instincts.

In just seconds, you want nothing more than to chase more of that feeling, more of that euphoric sensation, rubbing yourself impossibly closer to him as the tip of his cock hits such a sweet spot, you're sure you're with the Great Mother in some type of beautiful heaven right now.

Before you can go any further, though, Neteyam's palm finds your hip again, stopping you in place and this time, you don't bother trying to hold yourself back. The whimpers and whines that leave your throat at such a denial are mewling and pitiful, writhing about to relieve yourself of his hold, but he's relentless. Somehow, his entire body is closer to you than it was last time, faces inches away from one another as he brings his lips to your ear. At first, all you can decipher are breathless pants as his chest heaves up and down from trying to hold himself back. "No," he grunts, puffing as he attempts to gain control once more, "we're not doing that. We're going to stay like this - that's the best I'll give you."

This time, it's a groan that falls from your lips, one that sounds almost painful but you're too annoyed to care, cursing out everything for Neteyam being such a gentleman. All you want is for him to fuck you - was that so much to ask? You're not even sure if the situation you've put yourselves in is any better than having nothing, either, because now you can feel all of him entirely, can feel how excited he is to finally be inside you as his cock throbs in pleasure at being snuggled between your walls. Now, it just feels like a taunt of what you could have.

He chuckles softly against your ear at your reaction, still having not moved - and he probably wouldn't now, not unless he wanted to really feel you. The teasing smile is wiped off his features after a second, however, and replaced by one of sympathy, words becoming softer than they were before. "I'm sorry, muntxate (wife), I really don't want to hurt you or our 'evenge (girl)."

There's just a brief split second where his loving words filter through you and knock your senses apart - of course, he wouldn't want to hurt his girls, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ever did. The idea of anyone harming either of you drove him insane, let alone the cause of your pain being him. But, your fleeting emotions cascade into ones of just pure desire, filtering in one ear and out the other until your mind is nothing but a hazy cloud, panting desperately for more.

You give yourself a moment to just breathe, to not hyperventilate at the exultant feeling of him fully inside you. Neteyam assures that his grip stays firm against your hip, not wishing to relent against his own commands so easily, but he does rub his thumb in a soothing circle, painting your skin with a reminder of how much he loves both you and your child.

You're quick to move your hips again, eyes staying closed as you imagine everything he could be doing to you right now, rubbing yourself against him entirely. Immediately, your mate tightens his fingers in his grasp, a clear warning sign for you to stop in your teasing, to just bask in the embrace of one another and say that's enough.

Yet, it isn't enough. It's nowhere near being enough for you. There's a feeling of being slightly impressed at the restraint he's showing to you, and irritated all the same, until another idea comes to your mind.

Smiling a little smugly to yourself, already knowing what you're about to do next is something he definitely cannot resist based on the previous times you've done it, you clench your fluttering walls around his length, taking him whole and tightly. Your own actions cause a breath of blissful relief to pass through your slightly parted lips, loving the way you can feel his cock throb even more.

Another hiss sounds against your ear, his grip tightening, but this time, so does his tail as it continues to stay wrapped firmly around your bulging figure, the end vibrating in a fever of both agitation and anticipation. Even his body desires it, but he wont allow his mind to. He's starting to pant a little more frequently, too, now, like he's weakening at the seams, and that's when you know you have him exactly where you want him.

You continue to clench around him, bringing your hips up and down his length at a tantalisingly slow pace to ensure he feels every inch of you, hitting every spot of your walls. There's a feeling of triumph coursing through you when he no longer attempts to stop you in your teasing movements, knowing he's finally allowed himself to give into you entirely. Instead, the hand that was once gripping your hip snakes its way around your front, fondling against your breasts as he squeezes them sensually. When he moves to the other one, wanting to give it the same attention, he pinches your nipple, loving how sensitive they are due to your pregnant state, eliciting a deep moan from the back of your throat, no longer caring if anyone else can hear you.

"You're a little minx, you know that?" he taunts, words a harsh whisper against your ear but you don't care - not when the once slow movements between the two of you suddenly increase in their pace as Neteyam takes over. The alternating grip, too, against your breasts tightens, constantly squeezing them as he soaks in how swollen they feel. "Always getting what you want."

The tip of his cock repeatedly probes against that sweet, spongy part within you so beautifully as his thrusts continue to increase in their speed. Your mate almost feels feral with his actions, perhaps finally realising that he shouldn't have denied the two of you the pleasure of one another, not when you were so needy. Not wanting to stop clenching around him as he moves in and out of you in a relentless pace, you can feel your release quickly approaching already, no doubt having felt forsaken for so long - you're sensitive enough as it is being pregnant.

"Neteyam-" you moan beautifully, breathily, like a songcord to your mate's ears, sure he's never head you sound so ethereal before. You have to cut yourself off as you moan in pleasure when you start to feel his balls slapping sensually against your skin, the warm sensation within wrapping around you like a blanket, one you never want to get rid of.

He brings his head closer than it already was, burying his face within the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. Sometimes he wishes he could drown in your scent, more so than ever now that you're pregnant - somehow, you managed to emit an even more delicious scent than before. Sucking against your particular sweet spot he knows you adore having his attention on, he ensures to leave behind at least a small mark, wishing for the entire clan to know that you were his, even though you're carrying his firstborn, wanting to be sure.

Lips moving feverishly against your warm skin as he continues to fuck you at a pace that was relentless, your pleasing moans scratching against the back of your throat, he eventually finds himself at your ears, placing soft kisses against them. The sensation has them fluttering in satisfaction, but then he trails down to suck harshly against your jaw, and your breath stutters, whining. "Mmm," he hums against your skin, now resorting to placing gentle kisses when he was once rough. "What is it, sevin (pretty)?"

In all this time, whilst his mouth was focused elsewhere, not once had his thrusts faltered, loving the way you’re so drunk on him entirely.

"I'm - I'm so close, 'teyam," you mewl, eyes slightly rolling to back of your head as he grunts at yet another clench from you around his cock, before you close them shut when they start to tear up.

"I know," he agrees, words just a breathy whisper, already being able to understand how close you truly are from the way you feel around him. It feels like his mind is on fire as your walls flutter from being so close to release, clenching and unclenching around him, having lost its rhythm. His pants are becoming more erratic now, bearing down upon you, but it makes you feel alive. "I'm close, too."

Quickly, knowing that the two of you wont be able to last much longer, he brings his queue forward, the tendrils reaching out as he then connects it with your own awaiting one. Movements now becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, but continuing to hit right at your cervix, your eyes widen as you start to feel everything he currently is - all the love, the desire, the frustration - bathing in one another like two pieces of a puzzle only made for you two.

Burying his head back in the crook of your neck, hand moving down to caress your swollen baby bump - one that's just moons away from its expected day - he whispers sweet nothings against your skin, wanting to tattoo them into you so you'll never forget them. Words like I love you, you're so beautiful, I can't wait to make more, having you crooning somehow more than ever, feeling him peppering kisses to you now.

It's not long after that when the two of you are finally releasing together, explicit moans and grunts escaping your lips as your arousal's become spent. "Neteyam, Neteyam, Neteyam-" you repeat his name like a prayer, having never sounded more amazing to your mate.

You can feel the mixture of your cum with his against Neteyam's cock, awaiting the feeling of becoming empty and cold when he removes himself from you and lets it trickle between your thighs. But, nothing of the sort happens. Rather, your mate stays put, keeping his cock in your warmth, snug, and therefore, keeping all his cum pushed further in you - something he's always loved to do.

Eyes closed in bliss, mouth parted as you try to catch your breath, Neteyam gives your stomach a few tender taps, garnering your attention. Before you can fully move your head on your own, Neteyam's hand moves to cup the side of your face, bringing your noses together as you breathe one another in. He presses a forgiving kiss against your lips, letting them linger against one another, not wanting to pull away. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks, the worry and concern evident in both his tone, but also the way you notice his ears droop and eyes glaze over just at the thought.

Looking up at him, you give him the most loving smile you could muster, shaking your head adamantly. "No, ma'teyam," your words are gentle, soothing, "we're both okay, I promise." You make sure to kiss him again with the same softness he gave you, wanting to ensure he completely understood that you meant every word, that you were okay.

This time, when you pull away, he nuzzles your noses together in a domestic way he's started to do since a few moons ago - the same way he likes to do it with your stomach, like he's doing it with your daughter. Pressing his forehead against your own, his eyes never once leave yours, full of adoration and devotion. "I'm sorry I was neglecting you..."

Instantly, your heart sinks at his words, your hand moving up to caress his cheek soothingly like he does yours. You can hear the despair and brokenness behind his voice, and it only pains you further - Neteyam couldn't have been a better mate throughout this entire journey together, but he didn't understand that. He always thought he had to be perfect, that he had to do everything right straight away, but this was a journey you were experiencing for the first time together.

Neteyam couldn't neglect you if he tried. He's too doting, too domesticated, too tender to even think about doing such a thing.

"You do not need to apologise, my muntxatan (husband). I understand why you were worried - but you never neglected me, not once. You were just scared, and so am I..." you pause, your once sympathetic and caring expression turning teasing and menacing, "...but, now that we know that it doesn't do either of us any harm, maybe we could do it more often..."

He chuckles at your words, watching as you bite your lips in mock thought, attempting to hide the sultry smile playing at your lips. It's like your words instantly managed to clear his worry, feeling it dissipate at your loving reassurance, until his eyes were bright and his smile wide, looking down at you like you held the entire universe within you.

In a way, he supposed you did.

"I guess we could..." he relents, his own tone turning into one of teasing, too, smirking as he brings your faces closer into a sensual kiss. This one is all tongues and teeth clashing together, feverish in anticipation to experience more together now that the worries once clouding over the two of you had begun to part.

As his hands roam over your body, from your jaw, to your neck, to your breasts, and finally to your stomach, caressing every inch of your skin like you were a painting, he moves to hover over you, mindful not to put his weight on top of you. A giggle falls from your lips at his sudden change in demeanour, but that's soon swallowed by another deep kiss that has your breath dispersing almost immediately.

It was safe to say, with the amount of times the two of you came together as one just during that particular night, if you weren't pregnant beforehand, you definitely would've been after that.

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So there's this thing for couples where a husband will gently lift their pregnant wife's stomach to make them comfortable and take the weight off them. If you're ok with it a Neteyam x reader where they're adults he finds this trick out and tries it and she loves it, she'll just come up to him all time and nudge him to hold her like that. His family thinks it funny how she paws at him almost like a cat to held. If you don't want to write this that's ok❤️

A/N: okay so I it’s not a full fic but I hope you enjoy the Drabble

Tittle:

Those Moments

A/N:

- Neteyam is 20 and the reader is 19

-this happens after twow and they’re back in high camp and Neteyam lives because I say so

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! pregnant! Reader

Word count: 400

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Neteyam watched from the entrance of your corner of the tent as you stretched in different ways trying to relieve some of your pain. He walked up beside you waiting for you to finish. You gave up with a defeated sigh. He reached out putting one hand on your back and the other one on the swelling of your stomach. “ what’s wrong syulang “ he asks you softly . You let out a soft whine “ everything hurts teyam, but my back is the worst with the pulling pressure “ he hummed listening to you gently rubbing your bump when he suddenly remembered something he had read a while ago when you had first told him he’d be a father in a few cycles time.

He looked into your eyes “ I think I have the thing t help with ma syulang , but you must trust me “ you huffed softly “ I’ll always trust you yawntu “.

He moved to stand behind you, he grabbed you pulling you to his chest. He moved his hand underneath your bump and slowly lifted it . You immediately felt relieved you moaned gently as you no longer felt like your back was about to snap with the weight of your child. Neteyam helped you as long as he could before slowly letting go. You sighed gently turning around again laying your head on his shoulder “ thank you Yawntu “ you mumbled into his neck. He smiled at this rubbing your bump” you don’t have to thank you syulang, I will do anything to help you.”

You both stayed holding each other for a few more moments before joining the rest of the family for evening meal.

Over the next few days this was your routine when he came home from his duties of that day he’d come over and help you with the weight. Today he arrived later with the rest of the sully men . Neteyam walked over to where you were sitting on the ground , helping you stand before bringing you into his arms. You quietly greeted each other afterwards you gently pushed his hands downward to the bottom of your bump . Neteyam tried to hide his smile before moving behind you and gently lifting your bump.

Jake lowly chuckled as he watched you paw at Neteyam, he nudged Neytiri gesturing towards you both. She looked up gently smiling at the once familiar sight that was once them over the years.

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#jake sully x reader #tsu'tey x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar 2009 x reader #avatar movie #neteyam x reader #ao’nung #tsu'tey x y/n #jake sully #neteyam #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x pregnant reader

[simpforboys]

Just an idea but olo'eyktan!neteyam and preggo!reader but it's that one scene from ice age 3 where the dads like panicking and running around thinking that the baby's coming but its was actually a kick. (LOOK IK THE MOVIES ABOUT 12 FOOT FURRY ELEPHANTS BUT DON"T JUDGE ME ITS A 3AM THOUGHT) (link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfxmRsWGg_0)

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i think this is my sign to rewatch the ice age movies (i'm an ice age stan)

right here

olo'eyktan!neteyam x fem!pregnant!reader

summary: when a false rumor gets back to neteyam, it leads the anxious mighty warrior to panic

warnings: fluff, pre-dad!neteyam, swearing, neteyam is my fav boy ever

aged up characters

the raging wind blew neteyam's long braids as he rode his ikran, soldiers following behind him as they made their weekly hunt.

neteyam's ears flicked from the wind, his loincloth and feathered vest blowing gracefully.

neteyam called out to his warriors, circling in on an animal pack.

however, as they were beginning to land their ikrans, a call came in through the ear piece the group were wearing.

"neteyam- it is y/n. she has gone into labor."

neteyam's body froze once he heard lo'ak speak. his heart was pounding as the men and women looked at their leader, waiting for his word.

"continue with the kill."

his command was quick as he took off, ikran roaring as the banshee felt neteyam's nerves. he hadn't noticed his shaky hands and pounding heartbeat, his focus on getting home to you.

he landed quickly in the high camp, surprised there aren't more people panicking.

"where is y/n?" neteyam asked one of the people. the girl just shrugged back in response, watching neteyam take off.

"neteyam!" lo'ak caught sight of his brother. they both ran towards each other.

"where is she?" neteyam rushed.

"over here, c'mon, bro!" lo'ak lead his brother.

"i'm having a baby!" he announced to the clan, excitement taking over his long body.

people whooped and cheered, the women and children cocking their head at the olo'eyktan.

there had been no sign from eywa of you having your child, being only eight months along.

"code blue! code blue!" lo'ak ran with his brother, their large feet padding against the stone ground.

"or pink if it's a girl." neteyam happily slapped his brother's shoulder.

the tent was getting closer, neteyam pausing to grab some fresh water for you. his excitement was turning into nerves as lo'ak looked at his hesitant brother.

"what is wrong?" he asked, confusedly walking up to neteyam.

"it's finally happening... and i-"

"what is finally happening?"

your gentle voice scared both the brothers, your bulging belly appearing from the tent.

"my love- aren't you supposed to be in labor?"

neteyam's giant hand placed itself on your belly, feeling your baby kick against his palm.

"what?" you asked, your brow bow furrowing at your mate.

"oh my eywa- lo'ak i told you! it was just a kick!"

neteyam's ears fell flat as he looked between you and his little brother, the future uncle now blushing from embarrassment.

you rolled your eyes at lo'ak, feeling neteyam's hand travel down near the band of your loincloth. he stood on his knees, face by your tummy as he kissed your belly button.

"you gave sempu (daddy) a scare, baby."

"mhm." you playfully rolled your eyes, softly punching lo'ak in the arm.

"hey!"

the surrounding clan members whom where excited to welcome their future olo'eyktan or tsahik frowned from lo'ak's false rumor.

"that is the second false alarm this month!" a child pouted.

"alright people, nothing to see here." lo'ak pushed away the crowd as they went back to their tasks.

"darling, i know you are nervous. i am too, but that was a bit too much." you cupped neteyam's face as he stood now, slightly towering over you.

your pregnancy made your height shrink slightly, going from 8'8 to 8'6. neteyam kissed your forehead, standing at 9'4.

"i am sorry, i am just scared."

you rubbed your belly as your made pulled you into his embrace.

"i have seen you with tuk and the children, ma neteyam. you are going to be an amazing father."

neteyam reassuringly smiled.

"i will be right here with you every step of the way."

and once the baby did come, neteyam was calmer than ever (on the outside, not internally).

this was so cute omg

#neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #neteyam #simpforboys #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully smut #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam oneshot #olo’eyktan neteyam #neteyam x you #avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar the way of water #pregnant!reader #avatar neteyam

[theblueflower05]

Just a Little Taste

A/N: Welp. Somehow my breeding/breastfeeding kinks manifested themselves into a story. I wrote this sky high on painkillers and I am a little in love with the whole premise. @tiredmamaissy -I hope more than anything that you enjoy this. You deserve all of the goodness on this site. Your Masterlist is my personal spank bank lol

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: This story is Filthy. Smut with very little plot. Breastfeeding. Pussy Eating. Slight mommy kink if you squint. Very pregnant reader getting pleasured, because pregnant beings can still be sexual. Aged up!Neteyam

You are responsible for cultivating your own online experience, please do not interact if any of these tags are triggering to you. Minors DNI.

Summary: You’re eight months pregnant with Neteyams child, and after a long day, you both need a little relief. Neteyam x Human! Reader

"Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Bumble-bee on the scene.

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie"

- See You Again, Tyler the Creator ft Kali Uchis

Life in the village is always busy. Constantly bustling with life and movement as everyone; human scientist, Avatar and Na’vi alike, rush to keep things afloat.

High Camp is so different then Home Tree had been, the rage of war adding a constant edge to long days and restless nights. You miss the comfort of a slow life, of hazy days down in the jungle. The jagged cliffs of the Hallelujah Mountains still don’t quite feel like home to you.

Still, you go about your daily duties.

Being a Pandoran raised human had always given you a different insight, the two massively different cultures you we’re brought up in clashing and mending to create a skill set that was like no other- it had taken many years of painful trial and error to find your place within the Omiticaya, but healing had always come naturally.

Both holistic and surgical alike. You’d spent years shadowing Mo’at and learning the ancient herbal ways of the people, while well as taking advantage of the many PHD toting scientist back at Hell’s Gate. Medicine had no boundaries, was a way for you to feel close to both sides of yourself. To broach the gap between human and clansman.

You find your skills being needed more than ever. The ever constant raids against the RDA means your hands are rarely idle, forever in movement as you tend to the wounded. Some days you sit in the big Healers Tent with Mo’at and the other Taskarem, and others you’re in the makeshift Medi Bay, which is really more of an Avatar Pod Trailer turned OR, with the handful of human surgeons.

The long hours spent on your feet leave you sore and exhausted, but you have to pull your weight.

Even if said weight is far heavier than usual as of late-

“Y/N” you’re broken out of your thoughts by Max- as he enters the trailer with a holo-tab in hand and a concerned look in his dark eyes “What are you still doing here?”

“I was just finishing up inventory- our antibiotic stock is back way up. Jake was right, those helicopter raids were more than worth it” you’d sorted out the tiny vials of vital medicine by hand, not wanting any to be misplaced or mislabeled.

“You don't think maybe you should head home?” He continues and you sigh.

You miss your tent, and the soft bed of furs that lay inside the secure warm flaps. And the man that waits for you inside of the patchwork leather walls-

“I’m fine” you assure. And really, you are.

It's a fact you have to keep reminding people of.

Yes, you’re as big as a Strumbeast, but you are no less competent. No less able bodied.

Pregnancy is one of the most natural parts of life, a base staple in all’s existence. There are plenty of pregnant Omiticaya women who were expected to play their roles, even as the battle raged outside the safety of the mountain cave system.

It was the nature of your pregnancy that was more…fragile then average. Inside your womb grew a child that would be the first of it’s kind. A scientific mystery: no one had even known it was possible for Na’vi and humans to procreate.

And yet all of the evidence now lies under your shirt. Your stomach round and pronounced, full of growing life.

Full of the love between you and the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son.

Neteyam had left his permanent mark on you. Had part of himself growing inside of you. The thoughts we’re enough to make your knees buckle if you focused on them too hard.

“You’ve been here since 6am, you really should get some rest. Take one of the empty bunks if you want. Have you checked your blood pressure-”

You’re a grown woman. You’re not going to huff and puff and roll your eyes, but fuck, do you want to.

Everyone was so overbearing lately.

Norm and Max we’re constantly breathing down your neck; “The baby has a different growth rate then a human child, we need to monitor the way that your body is responding” Followed closely by Jake who watches you with sharp eagle like eyes and Neytiri, who used to all but ignore your presence, constantly checking in on you throughout the day. Mo’at’s always poking and prodigy, and Kiri almost always has her hands on you in some way shape or form.

You are glad for the support, happy that this baby would be so loved.

But really, you missed being treated like the competent, independent woman you knew you we’re.

“My blood pressure is fine. I thought since we ruled out preeclampsia we weren’t going to worry about it anymore” you know that it’s not going to silence his worry, but still. You can try.

Max goes on one of his science mambo jumbo spiels, and by the end of it you’re waddling out of the lab and back to your hut, annoyed as shit but placating your pseudo father figure all the same. Only a month and a half mor of this and then things could go back to normal.

Everything had just…changed so quickly.

You 're a caretaker by nature. Caring for others is easy, feels right. You’d tucked the much older scientists into bed when you we’re just a pre-teen. Made dinners. Looked out for Spider and the other Sully’s-

And the role reversal still didn't quite sit right with you. Your control freak ways didn't do well with not being the one in charge- you’d been stripped of your title so to speak. You we’re supposed to relax into your new role, enjoy being doted over before the nine month’s we’re over.

You and Neteyam’s shared tent is in the centered in the cave, close to his families, but standing on its own. As private as anyone could get in the busy, close quartered camp. The walls of the hut are familiar, adorned with your combined belongings. Cozy and familiar.

You shimmy free of your confining bra, step out of your cargo pants, then toe off your boots, releasing your swollen sock covered feet with a groan before collapsing into your well loved bed, the soft blankets and familiar scent of your mate lulling you into a deep state of peace.

It’s kind of wild how quickly you can fall asleep these days. Growing a little person from scratch tends to burn a lot of energy and the moment you relax, you’re out like a light.

You don't wake up, even when the horns are sounded for the return of the War Party.

Not when Neteyam makes his way through the camp and enters the tent. He’s wearty, grime covered and hunched over. He only softens when he sees you, tucked safely, into his bed. Your eyes still closed and face still scrunched up as he strips out of his battle band and shin covers. He’s quiet, washing off with the large freshwater basin in the corner before making his way over to his much-missed bed mat.

It isn't until he's crawled under the blankets and wiggled his way as close to you as possible that you begin to stir. His large cat like snout nuzzles into the vulnerable crevice of your neck, chuffing hot breaths against the smooth skin.

You’re not upset at him for waking you up, a drowsy half alert smile stretches over your lips as your hands run up his strong back. Gently working the tense muscles.

He gets so greedy when he comes back from the War runs. He needs to be comforted, to be held and you are all too willing to comply.

Everyone else infantiles you now, and yeah, Neteyam could get a little intense and overprotective, but your relationship had always worked because you were the one person in all of Pandora that babied the future chief.

He was such a sweet man, with so much responsibility on his plate. You loved nothing more than holding him in your arms. Letting him release any and all tension because you had him. You, a tiny soft skinned human, were the barrier between him and the ruthless world.

You’d be such a great mother to his children. His hind brain purrs at the thought. That even through all of the controversy, he knows he’d chosen the right mate. Little and fierce, he hopes the baby is just like you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, tone hushed in the darkness of the tent. The only light coming from the small dying embers of the firepit in the center of the space. Hypnotic shadows dance along the canvas walls and Neteyam's breathing grows shallow as he sinks into it.

The way you smell. The way your heart beats, strong against his cheek. The way your plump body feels so good under his wandering hands. He hadn't been okay, just moments ago. He was delirious, so sick of the fighting that he felt ill with it.

But how could any of those bad feelings exist when he had you waiting for him? Ready to welcome him into your body, your heart, your mind. He doesn't think he could survive without knowing the solace of your love.

“I’m okay, narlor(beauty). Just missed you” he mutters, still trying to dig his face deeper into your skin. He wants to escape inside of you, you chuckle at his futile attempts to mend you both into one entity. His large palms rest against your bloated belly, tenderly and your heart flutters “Missed you both so much”

Being so loved is overwhelming.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

“I missed you, my sweet baby. I missed you all day” you assure him with the words you know he needs to hear. “Our son here thought it would be fun to jump on his sa’nok’s bladder all day. It was like was playing the wokau(pendulum drum) all day long- I spent hours in running back and forth to the bathroom”

Neteyam's laugh is deep and rich. Thoroughly pleased to listen to your stories of your day, eager to hear every minute detail. Desperate to drown out visions of blood and gun smoke with your voice.

“Ah, you have to be nice to your momma, little one” he chastises the bump, raising your shirt over your head, wanting that flimsy barrier gone. His lips trail over the tight skin of your bulging belly as he speaks to his child.

Your son, still safe inside your soft body, knows his fathers voice already. Recognizes that slightly accented cadence, and squirms inside of you happily.

Neteyam usually speaks strictly in Na’vi to your unborn child-

“He needs to know the language of our people, first and foremost”

-he’ll spend hours whispering his mother tongue into your flesh. It always leaves you boneless and shaking. Feeling so special and cared for. Na’vi, though your second language, is familiar to you. You’re fluent in the language- but fuck. The way your mate speaks it is the most beautiful thing. It’s musical, he tells sprawling stories with his colorful words.

There is one English he’s very fond of though. Every time it leaves his plush mouth it makes you grin, sharp. Knowingly.

“Are you gonna be nice to momma, Neteyam?” you question him after a while. His ears quirk, swiveling on his head and his tale flicks once, in obvious excitement.

You know what he’s wanted, ever since he woke you up by nuzzling at your chest. Ever since he peeled off your top and left your heavy breasts bare. Did he think you missed the way his golden gaze would flick to them, eyeing them hungrily.

He needs this as much as you do, but as usual, your sweet boy is too selfless to ask. Won't trouble you with his wants unless you bring it up first.

You reach for his big hand that rests on your belly, and drag it to where you need him. His palm enveloping your tits, the rough callus’s catching on your sensitive nipple just right-

Your pregnancy had been different than regular humanoid pregnancies. Your body worked hard, thrown into overdrive in an attempt to keep up with the fast growing fetus in your womb. You’d started lactating months ago, far earlier then normal. Your breasts firm, full with milk. Ready to feed the child that had not yet come into the world.

At first it had been both painful and embarrassing. You had no child to drink what you were producing and the other breastfeeding women in the tribe we’re hesitant to feed their babies your tawtute(human) milk. Already over emotional due to the hormone change, you’d wept at the fact that you had no one to give what your body readily made.

The fact that you couldn't be a bigger part of your community due to your human heritage, combined with the intense pain that came from having backed up ducts had been too much,

Eventually you’d turned to Neteyam, both your eyes and shirt soaking wet. Begged him to help you. And of course, as always, he did.

It should be awkward, or shameful- but connecting with him on any level is something you cherish. Why would this be any different?

“I’m always nice to you, aren't I, love?” Neteyam gruffs as he gently works at the breast in his hands. Its firm and full of milk, his mouth waters “Do they hurt again?”

“Mhmm” you whine pathetically, and you’re not lying. The skin of your chest is now marred by stretch marks and you’d had to stuff precious, hard to come by toilet paper down your bra all day to keep them from spilling over “They’re so full, Nete”

“Oh” He hums, thumbing at your nipple “Poor momma, I’ll help you. Don't worry” his lips are wet against your skin as he kisses his way to your breast, his tongue peeking out to circle your puffy nipple. A pearlescent drop of milk tops the rosy bud and he groans as it hits his taste buds.

He tells you that you taste good, often. The juices of your pussy, your spit soaked kisses. He’s always been greedy for it, his tongue bullying its way into your holes, desperate for your essence. Your milk is just as delicious as the rest of you.

It quickly goes from kitten licking, wide wet stripes against your pebbled nipple to sucking your big breast as far into his mouth as he could. Careful of his fangs as he gorges himself on your flesh.

He’s loudly appreciative as he suckles on your nipple. Grunting and humming and moaning at the flavor. Your arms come around him, cradling his head to your bosom because it feels so good. Having him this close, knowing that he'd do anything to take care of you. That he truly loved the way you tasted-

Many people thought you and Neteyam would never last. It was lust, they’d claim. Curiosity. A childhood friendship that would fizzle out eventually. Na’vi needed Tsaheylu, it was the lifeblood of all their relationships. Why would the much desired future Olo’eyktan stay with you if he couldn't even properly bond you?

While you couldn't deny that there we’re doubt filled moments that you yourself wondered why he’d chosen you and stayed so loyal to you…you still felt your own form of connection to him. While you’d love to make that sacred bond with him, you didn't feel any less close to your mate.

You never thought that you could be so intertwined with another being.

As Neteyam takes his fill from your breast, you massage the base of his Kuru, firm enough that it makes him hiss. You have no special braid of your own, but he’s always been very free with his when it comes to you.

You can do with as you please. Stroke it. Lick it. Massage it. Hell, he’d even let you touch glowing pink tendrils at the end of it before. Let you feel his exposed nerves, so vulnerable and raw in your hands that he had shed tears as you explored.

Nothing was taboo in your relationship. There was no space undiscovered between you.

Your bodies we’re so very different, and yet you knew his like the back of your hand. All of the strong muscles and hard sinew. The cobalt expanse of his skin didn't have one blemish that you haven't memorized. You could point out his striped pattern in a sea of other Na’vi.

And he knows you right back.

Loves to dig his fingers into your doughy hips, into your pillowy thighs. Your wide ass and ample chest. He loves your form, goes crazy for all of your alien curves. He never cared for your human modesty, he’d wanted to part your ass cheeks and stare at plump of your pussy for as long as he could remember. Wanted to strip you of all of those clothes and just stare.

The fact that he gets to do just that, for the rest of your lives, is his favorite, favorite thing.

You watch him eagerly as he slowly nurses. You can't get enough of the sight of him, his hollowed cheeks, the bob of his throat as he swallows your free flowing milk. He's so strong, his muscles flex in the dim light. All of that strength, and yet he’s so very gentle with you, his rough tongue laving at your sore buds every couple minutes. Soothing and tickling you all the same.

You giggle at a particularly quick swipe, letting out a small squeal as Neteyam’s tongue plays with the flesh in his mouth. His eyes peek open, glittering with mirth and low boiling heat as he meets your gaze. Whin his lips split into a smile, a dribble of translucent white milk escapes. Trickles down from the corners of his lips.

Heat pulses between your legs and you know he can smell how aroused you are.

Neteyam has always been able to turn you on without even trying. A well spoken word, or even a pointed look could get you running your thighs together. All desperate to get him alone and put your hands all over him.

You hate that you cant kiss him the way you want to, your Exo Mask, while necessary to your survival can be suck a fucking menace sometimes.

Your thumb traces his lips, the ones you want pressed against your own so bad. You rub the spilled milk from his chin. Cleaning him up in a way that's so simple, and so beyond erotic.

He breaks eye contact first, like he just can't look at you anymore. His brows all scrunched up, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He releases your sloppy nipple, completely covered in his saliva, and presses his face against the damp skin. Making a sound of distress.

Your fingernails skritch at his scalp, tangled in his many braids “What is it, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad. Eywa, do you even smell yourself, Y/N? So good. I have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You nod, agreeing blindly. He can have whatever he wants.

“Fuck you hard, though. Gotta pound you. I know I shouldn't but it’ll be alright, huh? Won't hurt the baby?” his face is still buried in your skin, you cant even see his expression as he pleads for your pussy. It makes you so hot.

You push at his chest, needing him to get off of you for just a moment. He’s heavy as shit, a dead weight- doesn't really move until you're pouting and demanding for him to just give you a little space.

Enough that you can wiggle out of your panties and spread your thighs wide for him. Your swollen, sticky pussy on display for your mate.

His nostrils flare, and his thin tail whips wildly behind him.

When he swings your thick thighs up onto his broad shoulders, you let out a low, appreciative moan.

“Such a good boy for momma” you praise him the way the people praise the Great Mother. The cradle of your thighs a sanctuary where you both come to worship.

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Welp, I should be finishing up Part Three of First Love/Late Spring or plotting out future installments of The Sweetest Sylaung, but here I am writing nursing filth. Lol I truly have zero regrets, this story was so very self fulfilling(even though it partially came from a request). I hope you guys enjoyed though

As mentioned many times before, requests are currently open. Please send in all that good shit. I could use a good distraction from real life!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam sully smut #aged up neteyam #Neteyam x pregnant reader

[blue-sadie]

Never Be Ashamed

Neteyam Sully x Pregnant Reader

Summary: he knows somethings up and he's about to get to the bottom of it.

Warning: none

3rd person pov

Neteyam had noticed that something was off with his pregnant girlfriend yn, when she started acting different around food. She would stare at the refrigerator for minutes, then close it and move to another. Or would suddenly ask for pickles and peanut butter, or worse, order pizza with ice cream on top.

One evening, as they were cuddled up on the couch watching TV, Yn felt a sudden urge to have her favorite snack.

But she was too shy to ask Neteyam for it. She knew how weird she sounded when she asked for it, and she feared that Neteyam would laugh at her.

Neteyam could sense that something was bothering yn. When he asked her, she hesitated for a moment before she blurted out her craving for pickles and mayonnaise.

Neteyam didn't laugh instead, he went to the fridge and brought a huge jar of pickles and a can of mayonnaise.

He also brought some crackers and chocolates. He put everything on a tray and brought it over to the couch.

Yn was surprised and touched by the gesture. Her eyes lit up when she saw the pickles and mayonnaise.

Neteyam could feel her body relax and her face light up with joy as she ate her snack. And he couldn't help but smile as she ate, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

As she finished her snack, Neteyam held her close and cuddled her. He told her how proud he was of her, and how much he loved her.

And as they held each other, yn knew that she had found the partner who would always support and love her, even through her weird cravings.

#avatar #avatar pandora #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar fluff #avatar x reader fluff #neteyam #neteyam x reader fluff #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam x pregnant reader #neteyam x pregnant reader fluff

[jakexneytiri]

another sneak peak of baby #5 fic 👀💗💗

your grip on neteyam’s arm tightened, positive you were drawing blood the way your nails dug into his skin. but you’re certain it isn’t nearly a fraction of the pain you’re currently feeling.

nausea makes itself at home in the pit of your stomach, forcing you to dry heave every few minutes. neteyam is hovering over you, using the same arm you’re currently squeezing the life out of to hold the bowl you heave into. his free hand caresses your cheek, gently rubbing as small, gentle kisses are peppered over your face.

and then it hits.

another contraction. a sharp pain piercing in between your legs, coursing through your entire body. each one that shoots through you is more painful than the last. the pain only gets worse when you try to speak or scream, leaving you to squirm in silent agony. tears silently stream down your cheeks, as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

neteyam felt horrible seeing you like this. he knew your pregnancies weren’t painless, but he had never seen you this bad before. as he goes to make tsaheylu, (something he’s done with each birth of yours) to ease some of your pain, mo’at reaches out to stop him.

“you cannot! we must let ‘umtsa [medicine] spread first. she is growing weak, neteyam.”

he looks up at his grandmother, shocked and angry as he shakes his hand from her grasp.

“i will not allow her to suffer alone.” he growls, voice threatening as he hastily makes the bond, disregarding his grandmothers demand.

#dad!neteyam #dad neteyam #dilf!neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x pregnant reader #neteyam sully x na’vi!reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #anon <3

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I can’t stop thinking about how neteyam n lo’ak would be with pregnant reader☹️ like they’d be the best mates ever, holding your stomach when it gets too heavy, giving you food and water, giving you scalp massages, bathing with you, whatever you need they gotchu.

But obviously, they still have duties to fulfill since they’re sons of the olo’eyktan, so whenever they get too busy that leaves you all alone. And when they finally come home, whew. Your clingy ass is all over them. Hugging them, holding their hands while smothering your face into them, whining about how much you missed them and how mean they are for leaving you by yourself.

Neteyam melts at your clingy demeanor, feeding into it with kisses and responses like “I know, babygirl. But we’re here now, do you need anything?” And you would just respond by hugging his large frame, your belly preventing you from pressing up against him more than you are.

But Lo’ak would just teases you, saying shit like “awh, what a needy little baby. Can’t leave our girl alone for a couple hours? Poor girl.” While he places his big hand on your head as you hug teyam. But all that gets from you is a little huff of ‘leave me alone..’ as you shove your face into teyams chest more. And ofc his smart ass js says sum “yeah, we did, mama. And look how that left you.” With a shit eating grin on both of their faces, and even a lil smile on yours.

All bc of this ask😭 ty @aperiraa for sending that in😩

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[solar2solstice]

Neteyam x pregnant reader ✿

What mornings look like with Neteyam Timeskip! ( Set after the sky people have been totally chased off Pandora, Neteyam is obviously aged up)

warnings : None??; Reader is AFAB! domestic Fluff and girl dad Neteyam

Neteyam stretched his aching blue limbs only to turn to you in hopes he did not wake you up , the mother of his unborn child .

Life had been tough after the numerous encounters with the sky people , as a child of Jake Sully it was only natural that he not only participated in the war against the sky people but had to be a leader of sorts . He had narrowly escaped death more times than he could count on his 8 calloused fingers, roughened by the throes of battle. Weeks if not months of warfare had killed the once golden boy and left behind a man . Through the toughest time of the war the only thought that kept him going , that kept the blood pumping through his veins willing him to see another day was you . His sweetheart , the reason he woke up every morning . Now that the conflict was over and the sky people had been chased off Pandora he could finally settle down and be with you .

He turned ever so slightly to look at you , the golden rays of the sun hitting your face. An angel he thought to himself , someone specially moulded for him by Eywa . He wanted to burn this intimate moment into the back of his minds eye , taking in your sleeping form in every way he possibly could .

He lightly kissed your cheek which woke you up . As you locked eyes he placed his hands on your protruding bump , rubbing it gently. "How are my 2 favourite girls doing ?" He whispered in your ear , still holding his burning gaze on your sun-soaked form.

"We are doing fine Nete" , you placed your hand over his . He kissed you gently , basking in the normalcy of it all . Neteyam was sure that having a loving mate to come home to was just the thing of his wildest imaginations . Almost dying on the battlefield does something to a man , pushes away the dreams of the little white picket fence life he had envisioned for you and him to the side yet here you were in bed with him, pregnant with his child .

What he thought unlikely was now reality thanks to you . You both continued to lounge in each others presence until the daily hustle of life would pull you away from each other's grasp . Until then Neteyam would continue rubbing your belly and whispering into the shell of your ear about how lucky he is to have you of all women as his mate, the bearer of his child.

Very child focused bcz I might just be ovulating and have a severe case of baby fever 🤷🏾‍♀️. This is my first fic ever so constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Inbox is always open

Sorry if there are any errors grammatical or otherwise its 4:00 and I'm so tired .

If you've ever seen this same fic but on another blog , don't worry . I just thought i'd start a fresh bcz of some technical issues .

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[emmie-tt]

New Start

FIRST POST :)) If ou sent in a request I promise im gonna get to working on those this week, my schedual is a little hectic as I work and have a son. Thank you for your patience, let me know what you think and should I do a part 2 maybe?

Jake Sully x reader

Description: The war against the sky people is over, its time to have a new start with your mate

WARNINGS: pregnancy (if there is more please let me know)

Y/N POV

I watch my mate walk out of our hut and to start his tasks for the day. Lately I haven't been feeling very well and have decided that before I leave to start my tasks for the day I would stop by mo'at, our tsahik, I quickly put on my clothes for the day and head to her tent.

I walk in and smile softly when i see her "oel ngati kameie tsahik" she says it back and stands up slowly making her way over to me "what can I do for you my child?" I look at her and explain that I haven't been feeling very well lately, she softly chuckles and takes her needs from its holder (SORRY IF I EXPLAINED THAT WRONG) and quickly pokes my stomach near my womb, she smirks and looks at me "you are with child..."

I gasp softly not expecting that news "really?" she nods with a smile on her face. I smile and give my thanks before leaving the tent and heading to my tent to grab my supplies for my tasks for the day

-TIME SKIP A FEW HOURS-

Y/N POV

I finished my tasks early having been hurrying through them to get home and figure out how to tell my mate about the news. I walked into our tent to find Jake sitting on our mat cutting up some fruit "oh- ma' Jake! what are you doing back so early?" I smile and walk over to him gently kissing his cheek.

He smiles and looks at me "I finished my tasks early- well I only had a few but I finished them quickly anyways" he chuckles and sets the fruit and knife down

I giggle and set all of my stuff down before kneeling down in front of Jake while gently grabbing his hands. My heart rate spike and I suddenly become nervous "so...I went and say mo'at today..."

His smile slowly fades and turns into a look of worry "have you been sick? a-are you okay?"

I nod "I haven't been feeling well lately but- now I know why"

He continues staring at me "well? whats wrong with you ma'tiyawn"

I smile before gently guiding his hand to rest on my stomach "Im with child ma'Jake...eywa has blessed us"

He goes silent for a moment before breaking out into a smile and standing up while picking me up and holding me tightly against him "oh my- thank you great mother! thank you!"

I laugh while clinging to him "I guess your happy yes?"

He nods and kisses me while setting me down on the floor and resting his hand on my stomach "so happy" he kneels down in front of me and kisses my stomach softly and starts whispering "Hi little one, i'm your daddy..."

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[inlovewithpandora]

Neteyam Sully - “Dad, I'm a warrior like you. I'm supposed to fight.”

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Started - 4/6/23 || Last Updated - 5/12/23 || Total Works - 5

Genre Key:

✿ = fem!reader || ❖ = gn!reader || ♛ = black!reader || ✸ = albino!reader

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[alien-magnolia]

Nisoaia — Pt II 

Fic description: ADULT dom coded  neteyam x ADULT sub coded fem!omaticaya reader, living in Metkayina reef. Other canon navi characters involved — the clan is made aware of the pregnancy. A combination of slice of life + angst and heavy smut. Jealousy, time skips, pregnancy woes.

Tw: SMUT. 18+ minors DNI - breeding kink, predator/prey kink, bj, unprotected sex, dom!Neteyam , subby!fem reader, protectiveness, violence, etc

Na’vi terms:

Yawne- My Beloved

Yuey - My Beautiful

Muntxate- my mate (wife)

Oel Ngati Kameie- I see you

Tsaheylu- the bond

Teylu- type of food

itan- child

taronyu - hunter

The sun shone brightly across your face, warming you to the core. You awoke to the mat empty, your Nete sitting across from you, in the corner. He notices your awakening, and runs over to you with a large plate of fruit. “Good morning, ma yuey. How did you sleep?,” he asks, while pulling you in for a tender kiss. “Well, ma Teyam. What is all this?,” you gesture to the fruit, returning his kiss with enthusiasm. 

“For you, ma yuey. You must eat now, be healthy for the baby, ma ita’n… ( my child) You grab the fruit in your hand — a delicious purple fruit with leaves on top, sweet blue juices on the inside. It is called yoko fruit. Your fangs bite into it — the taste so sweet, like those sky person fruit —mango, that your (now family) Jake sully introduced you to. The family — how will they make of your pregnancy? 

Nete senses your worry, a large arm coming over to caress your back. You smile and lean into him, sharing the yoko fruit. After breakfast, the both of you decide to make your way over to the Sully family hut. 

Neytiri is sitting on the floor, carving a knife out of sandalwood. Jake must have been out on a hunt. Tuk is nearby, watching. Nete’s brother must have been out exploring the beach with Tsireya. You look out over the reef’s horizon from the shade of the hut, Kiri’s silhouette can be seen in the shallow depths of the azure waters. 

“Mother,” Nete states to get Neytiri’s attention, bringing you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist. Neytiri’s eyes shoot forward, glancing between the two of you. “What is it, ma itan?,” (my son) she asks. Nete takes a deep breath in. 

“My mate is with child. Tsahik confirmed it yesterday,” he explains, you felt his anxiety, his tail moving erratically behind the two of you. “Neytiri smiles, both you and Nete breathe a sigh of relief. “It is wonderful news, ma itan,” she smiles at him, embracing him in a hug. She turns to you. “Eywa has blessed you, ma ‘ite,” (daughter) she smiles, as she hugs you as well.

“You will be sa’nok!! (mother) How are you feeling? My very first pregnancy did not feel too comfortable, too much pain , ah Eywa…,” she trails off. You retell the events of yesterday, your fainting spell on the beach, how Nete found you, and all. She lets you know that she is excited to have another member of the sully family. Nete and you then go to find Jake, who is bound to return from a hunt soon. 

“Father. My mate is with child,” Nete exclaims to him, as the two of you find him in the reef, just getting off his skimwing. “I am proud of you, my son. Proud of you too, ma ‘ite. We must tell the people at tonight’s meeting in the caves,” Jake explains. 

So, it was arranged. The entire clan was to know of your pregnancy, since all Na’vi clans were tightly bonded, every member of this reef clan was family. 

—————- Night — Metkayina cave —————

“One of our warriors has an announcement. Please,” Tonowari exclaims, stepping aside off the center rock to make room for you and Neteyam. Nete holds your hand as he leads you up to the center of the rock. He announces that you are now with child, the clan yells, cheers, hollers. Everyone is extremely invested in the birth process of a new Na’vi being. You blush as Nete pulls you in for a kiss, in front of the exalted crowd, and puts his hand on your belly once more. You were just too busy embracing Nete to notice one of the men in the back trail off from the meeting, into the darkness…

After the clan meeting, Nete and you walk back to the reef in order to get to the connected driftwood huts. You wrap your arms around him as he helps you get onto his skimwing. The two of you make your way back across the reef to the huts. 

“Nete! Let’s stop here. I want to collect a few shells for the songcord,” you tell him. “Okay ma yuey. But be quick. I will go to our hut to prepare some dinner. Maybe teylu.” You smile as a confirmation, and he gives you a tender kiss before he jogs back to your now shared hut, he was eager to make dinner for his pregnant mate. 

You stroll along the same sand in which you fainted the night before, finding the most beautiful, bioluminescent shells. You wondered which one will fit right for your future child!! All of a sudden, you feel a hand grab you. It was not big, you knew and felt immediately that it was not Neteyam. 

You whisk around to see a strangely familiar Na’vi man. You did not know of his name or immediate relatives, but you have seen him around. He would always look at you, sometimes even following you. You never thought any of it. Your inner sense of safety told you that you were wrong — and most of all, that you were in danger. 

“My, you are quite beautiful, yawne,” he stares at you hungrily. “I have always kept my eye on you, and you just look even better when you’re pregnant…,” he trails off with a low chuckle. You are just frozen in fear, you did not know what to do — or what he was going to do with you. You were a healer, not taronyu. You didn’t have much skill. 

He backs you up against the sand, he keeps walking toward you, you keep moving back. “Do not be afraid…I won’t hurt you, just yet,” he chuckles, and then grabs you by the neck. He is too close to you at this point, and you feel his hands start to trail down to between your thighs. You shout for your mate, both out loud and in your mind. You try to push your assaulter's hands away, but it is no use. 

All of a sudden, the man is thrown away from you in the opposite direction. You fall onto the sand, and see Nete hovering over you. “My mate. Are you okay? Did he hurt you??,” he insistently asked. You had never seen him so concerned and yet so angry before. “He touched me, Nete…I feel violated,” your voice cracks as you manage to put the words together. Nete’s hand caresses your cheek. “It’s okay, my love. I’ll take care of him.” 

With that he leaves your side, walks ahead to where that horrible Navi still lay on the beach. You couldn’t watch as you saw your mate completely pummel him into the ground. There was a lot of blood spilled. You worry, running over to Nete. 

“Please! That is enough. You don’t want to kill him, Nete. The Olo’eyktan will decide what to do with him.” He does listen to you, stopping, putting his knife away.  He wipes some blood off his face as he gets up to examine you again. 

“Where did he hurt you, ma yuey? It is making me so angry, how could he put his filthy hands on you,” he exclaims. “He touched me here, ma Teyam…you quietly explain, as tears begin to fall from your face. Nete offers his queue as comfort, you gladly take it and connect it with yours. He sees everything that has happened in your memory. He feels your pain, you feel his anger.

“Come, yawne. He will not touch you no more. I will make sure of this. We can visit the spirit tree underwater, hopefully Eywa can help us. We will go take him to Olo’eyktan,” he states. You agree, too shaken to even form any words. He takes your hand, leading you away from the beach. The both of you find Tonowari, who will decide what to do with him tomorrow. The two of you get into your hammock, queues connected as you fall asleep together.

The man who assaulted you was exiled from the clan the following day. Ever since then, Nete became even more protective of you, especially as you began to get big. He would never leave your side, always accompanying you on your walks on the beach. He’d swim in the reef with you too, always not too far behind you as you explored the colorful life underwater. 

You had to admit — you loved it when he was so protective over you and your growing child. Your nights with him were simply amazing — you’d lay with your head against his chest, queues connected, the two of you both looking at the stars. His hand would always be on your bump, tracing patterns, or just holding you when the baby’s kicks would be too painful.

He had wanted to make tsaheylu more, he knew how hard of a pregnancy this has been for you. He made the bond with you while you were sick, or fatigued, nauseous, or cramping. He helped you through your pain, always having the most comforting words to say to you, rubbing your back and always giving you cuddles if you asked. 

You had pretty low self esteem as you got bigger — it was just all part of the experience. Nete seemed to disagree. “You are more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you before, yawne. You were beautiful then, you still are. You will get through this,” he affirmed. 

One of your favorite things to do was to wash yourself in the reef with him, usually you’d swim off the coast as to be far from the view of the huts. He’d hold your hand while you were swimming, taking a break every time you asked. “Easy, ma yuey. Don’t want to stress the baby,” he would say, as he guided you into the water, a protective hand over the small of your back (which has gotten quite large because of your bump!) 

You stayed in the water with him, as you washed each other’s hair, and bodies. He would always want to help you more than you helped him. You had to admit, you loved being coddled like this by him. It only made you love him more. Your baths would usually end in a splash fight between the two of you. He’d giggle, splashing you. You’d splash back. “Get back here, Nete!,” you’d cheerfully yell at him. He would always come back, and lift you up in the water, in his strong arms. You’d trace the fiber of his warrior’s band on his bicep, and he would always pepper your face in kisses. You could stay in the water with him for hours. 

He would only leave you if you were with his family, and you didn’t mind. You loved spending a day on the reef with his sisters, or talking with Neytiri about how your pregnancy was going. “Nete is just so sweet and doting on me. You think he will still do the same, even after the child is born?,” you ask her, as the two of you sit on the sand, carving weapons. 

“Yes, ma ‘eveng. (Child) Jake was like this with me too. These men in our lives have a job to do, a purpose. They protect and care for their family. Ma Jake never stopped, even after almost ten years. Nete will be the same, he has a strong heart. He gets it from his dad,” she wistfully explains to you. 

“Irayo, (thank you) Neytiri. I feel better about it now. She smiled, she was glad she could ease your worries. Later that night, Nete comes back from a hunt to find you laying in the hut, bored out of your mind. You looked disinterested to him, but he did not know that your hormones were at play here. After your talk with Neytiri, you went home and started to miss him, a little too much. 

~ smut ~ 

You smiled when you heard his footsteps in the hut, turning around. “Nete. Missed you,” you say, as you grunt and slowly get up to greet him. You press yourself up against him, standing on your tippy toes to give him a hug and a few kisses. He chuckles. 

“Ma yuey. You really missed me, huh? What’s gotten into you?” 

The pregnancy had you not too eager for sex a lot, but something changed tonight. You wanted him!! “Want you, Nete. Please,” you beg. He chuckles again, running a hand over your bump. “I’m scared to hurt you, ma paskalin. Don’t want to be too rough. You have no idea how much seeing you like this turns me on… seeing you all round and pretty for me…,” he trails off. 

He pushes you against the wall, still being gentle (oh Eywa how you loved him) attacking you with kisses, on your lips, your neck, your chest. His strong arms come to grip you so so tightly, you feel his long, slender, fingers trail down to graze on your heat. You just couldn’t with all this teasing. You feel his fingers brush over your heat, slow, tantalizing, strokes, so gentle but brought you so much pleasure. “Nete…,” you moan out. “Please. Want you in me…” 

“Ah ah, ma yuey,” he tuts. “Want to see this pretty little pussy first, see how wet she is for me, hmm?” With that, he bends down, draping your leg over his shoulder. His hand holds your bump so as to not put any strain on your back, he gives your heat a few messy kisses, having you gasping and shaking. “Can’t stand, Nete, can’t take it!!,” you begin to whine. “So needy for me, my beautiful wife. I’ll take care of you. Shh. Mawey (calm.) 

He gently lifts you, bringing you over to the bed. His hand caresses your bump. “No pain here, right, my love?” You nod, soothing his worries. He spreads your legs, his larger arms coming over your smaller body to cage you close to him. He takes off his loincloth, pushing it aside, you see his weeping cock, with a little bead of precum at the top. A shade of dark blue at the cockhead, and a lighter blue, striped, wide body with a little vein to the left :) Perfect! Oh Eywa, how you wanted to take him in your mouth. 

“Don’t be shy, my love. Give me a few kisses if you really want to,” he coos at you. He helps you get up off your back (since your bump was just so big!) and you give his cock a few kitten licks, up and down the shaft!! You give his heavy balls a few kisses too, of course, even grabbing them in your small hand!  His cock just gets even more harder, until he can not stand the teasing he got from you. 

“Ma yuey. On your back,” he commands, and you do as said, still he carefully helps you back down.

You feel his soft mushroom tip move in between your folds, his thick cock pulsating between your legs! “Nete!!,” you yell at him, your fingers clawing at his broad back. Enough of the teasing — you just wanted to be stuffed full of your mate’s cock, this instant. 

“Mawey, my love. You are like wild animal. Mawey,” he tuts at you, and with that, you feel him push into you all at once. Your tight cunt squeezes around him, milking his cock for all he’s got. His pulsating length is in you, as deep as he can go. His queue connects to yours, he feels your searing need for him, you feel his fear of hurting you, and his primal urge to just fuck you full. 

Your queues connected, he knows what you want. He stills in you, you just feel him in you, it feels so good, so right!! “Nete. Fast. Please.” That was all he needed. 

He puts you in a mating press, starting to rut into you at a speed you couldn’t even fathom that he’d manage. Yet he did. Every thrust, you lost yourself more and more as he rocked you on his thick length, smiling, predatory, cooing at you, telling you how good you were doing for him. His sharp fangs on your soft blue neck, his forehead against yours — Eywa, you were losing it.

It ended with a blast of white hot pleasure, that coil in your stomach, in his, feeling both his and your orgasm at the same time. He was a firework, and you were the spark that lit him up. 

The both of you fell asleep shortly after, however, not before Nete checking to see if he hurt you by accident. Oh Eywa, how you loved your caring mate.

You arose the next morning with a sharp pain in your abdomen. It could only mean one thing — your child was finally coming. Nete realized this in an instant. You were so glad to have such a loving mate, he instantly carried you over to a cave off the shores, making tsaheylu with you. He felt the pain of your labor, but all the while kept holding your hand and reassuring you. “Mawey, ma yuey. You are very strong. You will get through this,” he spoke very softly to you, eyes soft, a comparison to your uneven screaming at the moment. Ronal was there to help, others came along to gather outside and wait for the little Navi to arrive. Your close family, and Teyam’s too were waiting outside, they were worried about you. You knew that you only felt safe to go through this with your mate and Tsahik to guide you. Nete held your hands in his tight grip, 

After a few long, excruciating hours, you finally pushed out your new daughter. Aviya te tshaka Neteyam’ite, her full name. Aviya. The both of you smiled down at her, you had a few tears in your eyes. Here she was, your daughter. “We did it, my love,” your mate whispers as Aviya grabs his finger, gently. 

You were finally together as a family, who will have a wonderful life on the bright shores of Metkayina islands.

a/n: Besties. after a month I'm back! Had a lot going on but ill be posting more now for sure. enjoy this fic, and lmk if you want a part 3!

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[fleurriee]

— protection duty ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!pregnant reader

synopsis ; it had been a few months now since you found out you were pregnant, and the paranoia of your mate can either be sweet or... annoying.

word count ; 4.3k

themes ; fluff, slight angst???, established relationship (mates).

warnings ; reader experiencing abdominal pains, overbearing neteytam if that counts but we'll continue to love him anyway???

author’s note ; the entire time i was writing this i had baby fever... what do i need to do to get my own neteyam?? this is part of my dad!neteyam series, which you can find in my masterlist below!

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"Here, let me."

For almost the entire day, you had found yourself confound to the same surrounding walls of the Tsahik tent. The predicament of being pregnant - let alone with the heir to the Olo'eyktan of the Omitkaya clan - was something you definitely hadn't seen coming. Of course, you understood their worries, but when it started to become a constant reoccurrence, it seemed a little too much.

You absolutely appreciated every gesture the clan offered you - whether it was helping you walk across the way, helping you sit down, helping you collect your food. It was endearing, but sometimes, you wished you could go back to the girl you were before, the one who could do things for herself without the fear of being coddled.

Obviously you had regular check ups with Mo'at to ensure everything was going smoothly with both yourself and your baby. This mainly included instances where she would poke and prod against your body, keeping her ears close to hear anything particular, calling out signs from Ewya that spoke of a blessing.

Today, however, was different.

Stupidly, you had accidentally let slip that you had begun to feel slight aches around your stomach. There wasn't anything specific about these pains, either, which made them more difficult to hide - they could occur at any part of the day, no matter who you were with or what you were doing, and you could only discreetly wince so much until it was becoming too much to bear on your own.

A small part of you was relieved by your own slip up to the Tsahik - that way, you had someone to confide in, who you could talk your problems away to and would understand. You were too nervous to tell Neteyam, already knowing the exact reaction he'd have. It wasn't as though you could have asked for a better mate by your side as you slowly started to take this journey together, but he was extremely protective.

And, you could understand his protectiveness when it came to the two of you - this was your first child, the first time you would be experiencing this path, and thankfully, you were doing it together. But, when his hands wouldn't leave your figure, keeping his steps directly next to your own, you had to start biting back your snaps. You didn't want to fight with him, after all, this was his baby, too, but despite doing this together, the stress hanging upon your shoulders and aching against your lower back was becoming too much.

So, when you let slip of your pains to Mo'at, the protectiveness you had seen in Neteyam had slowly started to transfer to his grandmother, clear as day as to where both himself and his mother got such a trait from in the first place. In an instant, she was rushing over to your figure, hands pressing against your stomach to spot the signs that you couldn't even if you had tried. You could see it clear as day when her gaze lingered on your own - this was her grandson's first born child, and all she wanted was for her family to be happy.

Thankfully, nothing had been wrong. With a smile full of reassurance directed solely at you, Mo'at had ensured you that the pains were natural due to the position your child was laying in - they were putting more pressure against your back than normal, but it was nothing to worry about. Such a revelation had you feeling insanely relieved, hands resting gently against your stomach as you rubbed your fingers to and fro. Already your child was up to no good.

But, in the end, her worries won over, and she insisted that you spend the day with her, just to hold any precautions necessary. You had sighed in reluctance, not wanting to get in the way of the Tsahik with her day-to-day tasks, but one warning look was all it took for you to agree, albeit, grumbling under your breath.

It wasn't too long after that when Kiri entered the tent, ready to work alongside her grandmother. Upon spotting you, she gave you a questioning expression, one you just answered with a subtle shake of your head, insinuating you'd rather not get into it right then. She didn't mind, instantly beginning her training as you watched on.

That was how the day panned out for you - sitting comfortably with your legs crossed, hands resting on top of your stomach, secure, back finally getting the rest it was screaming out for as you leant against a table. Every now and again, you would share input based on the training you were receiving before having them put on hold due to falling pregnant. It was nice, calming.

It wasn't as though there was much else you could do, especially considering your condition. Neteyam was out all day - he had grumbled and hissed at his father for forcing him away from his mate when she needed him the most, but all it took was Jake insisting that he needed to provide for his family more so than ever before, meaning he had to go out and hunt with the rest of those responsible with such a task. Leave it to Neteyam to step up to a mighty, protective role - he'd do anything for the two of you, that much was obvious.

Towards the end of the day, you had received another visitor - Neytiri. Throughout your pregnancy so far, your mother-in-law had been nothing but kind, understanding, nurturing. You felt at peace when you were around Neytiri, the woman always ensuring you were happy and okay before asking any other questions. She knew first hand what it was like to go through what you were, especially as a figurehead to the entire clan, and she'd be damned if she were to let you crumble under the weight of it all.

Neytiri greeted both her mother and her daughter before making her way over to you, squatting down and asking how you were. The question bought you ease and solace, wrapped within the comforts of a fellow mother's warm embrace. She'd brought you some fruits, too, for your dinner that night, stating that not only were they deliciously beautiful, but that they had properties within them that could help ease any potential pains you may been feeling. For a split second, you panicked, wondering whether your winces hadn't been all that discreet in the end, and waiting for the inevitable scolding you'd receive for not seeking help immediately. Instead, she only continued to smile softly at you, placing the bowl down near you and subtly asking for permission to place her hands against your stomach.

This was something Neytiri loved to do - she said being close to a child still in the womb like this was comforting for both the mother and the baby, the both of them relishing in the embrace of knowing they were never alone, that they had a family - an entire clan - standing behind them, ready to receive them home. And, she was right, like she always is. Such a gesture caused you relaxation, the constraints dispersing within the seconds until it was like they were never there at all.

You had left not long after that, stating that you needed to get back home before Neteyam did to ensure he had some food waiting for him after a gruelling day of hunting. Before you could leave the tent, Mo'at had shot up from her position, gesturing you closer to her and doing something similar to what Neytiri had done earlier. Mo'at was breathing in deeply, eyes closed as she spoke to the will of Ewya. When the Tsahik did this, you couldn't help but worry for a short second that maybe something was wrong, but the pleasant smile etched into the elder Na'vi's lips forced all those thoughts away into oblivion.

Finally, you were on your way home, a small bowl of fruits in one hand and the other on top of your protruding stomach that was beginning its little renditions of rumbling. The sweet scent of the food just below you were invading your scenes, and you were sure you had never smelled anything sweeter, a pure smile of bliss painted upon your features.

That was when Neteyam came.

He was by your side in an instant, the warmth of his body radiating through to your own, hands moving subconsciously towards the bowl to take it from your own grasp. Looking over at him, it was clear as day he hadn't been to a healing tent like they were supposed to after every hunt, even if it was just to get checked out. Neteyam had no scratches on him, of course, but he was a little filthy, chest heaving with panting breaths, sweat beading upon the top of his head. He must've seen you on your way home.

"Neteyam," you chastised him, keeping the bowl tight in your hold. "I can carry it-"

"It's fine, yawne (beloved)," he replied, shaking his head, adamant. His gaze was piercing as he looked intently down at you, unrelenting in his actions - it was obvious he wasn't going to give in, not like you wanted him to. "I'll do it for you."

You grumbled to yourself, eyes rolling in disbelief at such a level of protectiveness emanating from your mate - you understood it sometimes, but this was ridiculous. "It is only a bowl of fruit."

With a playful shrug, he smirks, knowing he's starting to get on your nerves with the way he's acting, but clearly not caring enough to stop himself. There was nothing on both the world of Pandora and all the galaxies around that could stop him from treating you with the upmost care and compassion as a mate and father-to-be should. If anything were to happen to you, he'd never forgive himself, even if the perpetrator was a bowl of fruit. "And, what type of Na'vi would I be if I didn't help my pregnant mate?"

There's no chance to retaliate against him - in an instant, he's moving over to your tent, opening the flap of the entrance open with his arm as he gestures you to walk through. The sight of him sends shivers down your spine, your mind creating images of nights you'd spent intimately together - the way he was such a gentleman towards you, so caring and doting, had you practically frothing at the mouth. Not that he'd do anything with you now, though.

Shaking your head in mock displeasure, you walked into your tent, grumbling as you went, eyeing him with slight annoyance of him prohibiting you from practically everything. You loved him for it, of course you did, but no matter how annoyed you'd become at each overbearing action, the two of you knew he wasn't going to stop, so what was the point in arguing when it was only going to be a losing battle?

Moving further into your tent, you walk around the middle where a small table had been both built and set up by Neteyam just after you moved in. It was ritual that you always ate together there, sharing stories of your day and wondering what the next one would bring. It always brought you sadness when Neteyam couldn't make it - there had been several times since moving in together that he had to go out on a hunting trip for days, but his family were always sure to invite you to their meal, not wanting you to be alone.

Standing in your usual spot, you watched in your peripheral as Neteyam started to tie the entrance closed, wanting the two of you to have as much privacy and time to be your true selves together. You started to bend your knees, arms preparing to catch your weighted figure on the way down when another sharp pain pierced right against your abdomen, sending jolting sensations right to the bottom of your toes. An agonizing hiss escaped past your lips before you could remember to stop yourself, too busy focusing on the pain bearing down on you, knees wobbling as you struggled to hold yourself up right.

Immediately, Neteyam was by your side, bowl shoved to the floor carelessly, its contents spilling about the place. His protective side washed over him, glazing him over in a red light until all he was doing was panicking. He took note of your scrunched up features, the way your brows furrowed, eyes wrenched shut, legs unsteady. Gently, but with a rush of urgency, he placed one hand to the back of your neck, willing your head to look up at him, to focus on him, and the other on top of your plump stomach, fondly caressing the skin with his thumb. "What is it - what's wrong, yawne (beloved)?"

You give yourself a minute to catch your breath, shaking your head and willing yourself back to the present, mind relentlessly reminding yourself that it's okay, Mo'at said it's fine. Still, you don't move, staying in his arms that brought you such a strong feeling of safety. "It is nothing, my muntxa (mate), just a bit of pain." You swallow deeply, the pain beginning to subside. "Your grandmother said it is normal." Looking up at him, you instantly recognised both the hesitance and concern rooted deeply within his gaze, eyes slightly crinkled and a crease between his brows. It didn't matter how many times you told him the same thing now, he'd be by your side constantly. "It's okay, ma'teyam. Let me just-"

You attempted to unwind yourself from his arms, going to try and sit down again so you could start the meal that should have been completed ages ago now. But, Neteyam wouldn't let you, noticing exactly what you were doing and not allowing it. Whilst his grip on your delicate figure tightened just a little, he shook his head vehemently. "No, no. I will do our food tonight, muntxate (wife)."

Guilt started to cleave away at your mind - Neteyam had surely had a long day, no doubt only wanting to be home and within your arms, surrounding by his own growing family, appetite full from a meal you had made. Yet, here he was, insisting he make the food for the two of you - well, three of you - despite the tiredness clearly shown on his features. "Neteyam, really-" you sighed.

"Please, my syulang (flower)." He begged, the desperation evident in his tone of voice, and it only ached your heart more. The soft sensation of his thumb continuously rubbing against your stomach paired along with the compassion in his gaze, never once faltering from your own, already had you agreeing with him. "Let me do this for you." His voice was soft, words spoken tenderly, like speaking any louder might've hurt you or the baby.

With his head resting gently upon your own, you felt yourself beginning to fall down the path that was only filled with him. How could you say no to such a request when he was desperate to provide for you, wanting to be the head of his own family that he couldn't wait to watch grow with you by his side?

You nod, causing a slow but bright smile to be casted upon his lips. His hands don't move from your body, instead making their way around your figure until he has you turned around, situated in front of him and guiding you over to the mat the two of you share. Actions considerate of the potential pain you could still be in, he starts to help you lower yourself down, one hand against the small of your back, and the other not having once moved from your stomach, from your baby. His touch was as though he was protecting them from the world, from anything daring enough to threaten them - Ewya help whoever would when they cross Neteyam.

Placed gently upon your mat, comfortably in the same position you continue to find yourself in - legs crossed over one another and arms wrapped around the entirety of your stomach - your mate stood above you, looking down at you lovingly. Sending you a warm smile, he placed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, before eventually parting and moving back over to the bowl of discarded fruit.

You watch him as he works, preparing his family's dinner, hands moving deftly about the table's surface. He made sure to give you a bigger portion now that you were technically eating for two, adding in the fruits he instantly knows were from his mother after having seeing them all the time when growing up. Every now and again, he'll aim his attention back over to you, no doubt checking on you and making sure you're comfortable and okay, only to find your eyes automatically following his every move. He chuckles to himself, his tail twitching at the way he can gain such a loving reaction from you, willing his attention back to his task.

You just can't help yourself when he looks like that - the way the domesticity oozes from him so deliciously only has you buzzing with excitement. Just the thought of what he'll be like when the baby eventually does arrive causes your flesh to rise, your heart fluttering widely. If you'd have known he could only get more attractive during a time like this, you might've given yourself more warning - then again, you knew nothing could really prepare you for the man before you.

Before you know it, Neteyam is up and making his way over to you, gently cupping your portion of food and handing it over to you. Hurriedly, he goes back for his own, settling himself down beside you, knees touching and warmth excruciating. You smile widely at him at the way he's treating you, slowly beginning to come to terms with his protectiveness - as he said, it's his job as both your mate and the soon-to-be father of the family. Bringing the food up to your mouth, you take a small bite, relishing in the tastes it exudes, loving the mixture Neteyam had made just for you.

A moan of delight falls from your lips, eyes peeling back open to fall upon him, attention already locked on you. "Thank you, ma'teyam."

He smiles warmly back at you, savouring the way you look at him. Happiness washes over him that you enjoyed the meal he rushed for you, only now hoping that his baby enjoyed some of it, too. Nodding, you watch as some of braids fall into his face. "Of course, my muntxate (wife). I'll always take care of my girls."

Such words have you raising your eyes, pointedly looking straight at him. You can feel your ears twitch as you process the exact thing he had just softly spoken to you. "Your girls?" you question, teasingly smiling, but unable to hide the pure adoration peeking through your façade. With a free hand, you start to rub against your stomach, part of you hoping against all odds that your unborn baby could hear their parents. "Who says they are a girl, hmm?"

Shrugging, Neteyam takes another bite of his food, speaking with his mouth full. When he's outside, in front of the clan, he can't do things like this - he can't show off his childish side and be the Na'vi he feels he truly is. He has to put on a front, but not with you - never with you. Allowing him to show himself off like this, has only ever made him love you more. "Father's intuition."

You laugh loudly at his reasoning. "Father's intuition?" you repeat, shaking your head at him. "And, what about the mother's intuition?"

The teasing between you only continues to go back and forth, a smile full of adoration playing on his lips. Shaking his head, he leans closer to you, voice quiet but tender. "I know I'm not normally right about these things," he begins, giddiness starting to wash over you as you watch his every move, "but, this I definitely am."

Heart warm and mushy, your mind begins to show you quick images of a future that could be waiting for you - Neteyam swinging your unborn daughter in the air, her little, high-pitched giggles loud within the clan; Neteyam walking around with her all day, showing off everything her sempu (father) does to help provide and feeling proud when she shows interest; Neteyam wanting to teach her absolutely everything, wishing her to be fierce and independent, but not so much so she was unsafe or didn't feel the need to confide with her parents.

You can't help but look up at him like he's the one who hung all the stars in the sky, like he was the embodiment of Ewya herself.

Eyes still penetrating him, mind still hazy with beautiful images, you bite your lip, unable to hide the growing smile that's evident of the way he speaks about your family. "I guess a girl does sound nice."

Breathlessly laughing, he finishes off his portion, gesturing for you to each as much of yours as you could - he knew sometimes, despite always ensuring you gave yourself a larger portion, that you struggled to finish a full meal. When you ate all you wanted, he took the discarded leftovers, placing them in the bowl his mother sent and leaving it on the side. Now back with you, you look up at him, wondering what his plan is to do next. You can't say you're entirely surprised when he bends low beside you, picking you up in his arms and beginning to lay you back against the mat with care, assuring that you weren't in any pain.

Since moving in together and decorating your tent exactly how the two of you loved it, making sure it felt exactly like home, Neteyam had insisted that he would be the one to sleep on the outside of the mat, leaving you encased between your mate's body and the side of the tent. You never had any disagreements with his arrangements, but you'd asked him why out of curiosity, with him explaining that if anything were to happen, he could protect you before they could threaten you. You remember feeling giddy at his confession at the time, and now that you were pregnant, that had only reached ten-fold.

You lay on your back, waiting for Neteyam to make himself comfortable beside you; one arm placed under your head, acting as a pillow, and the other situated right where it always found itself - upon your stomach. His hand moved almost subconsciously, rubbing soothingly against your skin, drawing patterns and wondering if his baby could tell he was near.

Like a routine now, Neteyam doesn't allow himself even a single moment to think about falling asleep, no matter how tired he is or how much he wishes to float away, dreaming of you and your baby. Instead, he lifts himself forward, resting his head just inches away your stomach, and speaks softly, whispering the words into your skin so they can hear every word he has to say to them. "I love you, ma'evenge (my girl). Goodnight, and make sure to be kind to your mother so she can get some good rest, too."

Chuckling at his words, Neteyam lies back down, situating himself right by your side, snuggling in closer to you. He cups his hand against your cheek, bringing you in for a loving kiss, one that had you feeling a tingle of excitement.

Pulling away from you, your mate stares intently into your eyes. "Promise me you will tell me when you feel pain like that again."

You melt into his embrace, head snuggling into the palm of hand, sighing in defeat. "Neteyam," you relent, bringing your own hand up to run up and down his chest in smoothing patterns, attempting to calm his worries. "Your grandmother - the Tsahik - said it is perfectly normal to get them every now and again when-"

Neteyam shakes his head, refusing. His eyes are narrowed, adamant. "No, I do not care if they are normal, for whatever reason." His words have you stumped, watching him without breaking away from his gaze. "I need to know what you are feeling, and I need to help you through it." Blinking, you can feel a build-up of tears at the way he speaks to you, so caring, so devoting. "As your muntxa (mate), and as a sempu (father)."

You can't help but feel bad for having put him in this situation in the first place - you know now, with how achingly clear it is, that telling Neteyam of your growing pains was always what you should've done to begin with. It didn't matter how protective he got over the two of you, because his intentions were always clear - to keep you safe and healthy. For you to have denied that of him was wrong.

Licking your lips, you breathe in relief, looking up at him tenderly, eyes alight. "Okay, ma'teyam," you relent, "I will - I promise."

Leaning up slightly, you press a feather-light kiss along his jaw, feeling him starting to relax from beneath your touch. You pull away and spot the tiredness beginning to take over him entirely, so you snuggle in closer to him, your head nestling into the crook of his neck and allowing him was to engulf you whole. His tail moves against you, wrapping itself from around Neteyam and coiling over your bulging stomach, body subconsciously feeling the need to protect his mate and baby.

With a sigh of relief, the two of you allow sleep to invade your senses, slipping off into a world of pure bliss that you can only hope will be a part of your futures.

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Hi Blue! How are you? Could you write what would be like jealous sex with neteyam, jealousy on his part with his partner, like headcanons, something more fluffy than aggressive, I don't think Neteyam would ever be violent with someone he loves, I would love that, please

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Jealous sex will Neteyam

A/N: hopefully you like it it’s my first time writing ✍️ smut for others to read . Aged up Neteyam is aged up both him and reader are 19

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! Omatikaya! Reader

Word count: 706

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Neteyam wasn’t one to easily get jealous but when he did, he had many ways of showing it he was quick to show others and remind you that you belonged to him

He never lets it get to far-

When he saw you getting too close to another man for his liking He’d get one of his siblings to come and interrupt you. Sometimes it was Kiri asking you for help gathering herbs for Mo’at. Most of the time it was Tuk asking you to play or do her hair and it worked every time he knew you had a soft spot for his youngest sister. the best part is he never appears jealous because it ‘s not his fault his sisters just love you that much.

He’ll love bom you the moment your alone -

He’ll focus all of his attention on you the moment you’re alone together after one of these incidents. The moment you’re in your hut he’ll close the flap and immediately kissing along your neck. Kissing your throat dragging his hands along your sides.sneaking his hands under your top rubbing you tits squeezing them. You moan out his name “ teyam! …what’s gotten into you ma Teyam “ you asked him.

He’ll leave you full of marks where others can see-

He ignores you, picking you up and taking you to your guy's bed. He immediately start undressing you. Starting from top to bottom kissing along your body leaving bit marks along your neck and slowly moving down to your thighs all over the places your loincloth doesn’t cover.

He likes to remind you who you belong to-

After marking you he likes to remind you who you belong to. He pushes you onto the bed kneeling between your parted legs wasting no time and pushing his fingers into you . Dragging another moan from you . He’ll continue until he’s made you come at least once from his fingers alone. And that’s only the start neither of you get much sleep that night. You breathe heavily this was the 4th time you came and Neteyam didn’t seem to be done with you just yet.” Nete i can’t no more “ you pant out. He smirked “ no ? “ he asked you starting to pump himself into you again “ you can’t give your mighty warrior just one more “ he kisses your neck and moves down to your chest sucking your nipple. He picks up his speed, your legs shake . It’s not long before your coming again. “ who do you belong to syulang “ Neteyam asks you. You feel you stomach knotting again you cry out his name “ Neteyam “ well coming again. He smiled pressing against you , giving you a kiss thrusting deeply one last time finishing inside you. “ that’s right syulang you belong to me “ he whispered in you ear pulling away from you. He reaches over grabbing a cloth cleaning both of you. before letting you rest pulling you closer to him cuddling you close to him.

Lingering stares and sensual touches when they are in a group-

this continues for the next few days him pulling you aside anytime he sees you giving you short sweet kisses. Wrapping his arm around you well around others whether it’s his family or your friends. He’ll find himself watching you more during training or when he sees you around, like at the very moment you were helping his mother cook dinner in the Suli family hut he was meant to be helping make arrow heads but was distracted by you. He felt a hand on his head forcing him to look back at his task, he looked up to see his father giving him a look. He quickly turned around and went back to work.

Later that night well you hung out with his siblings and Spider around a late night fire. he took the chance and moved you into his lap kissing you on the cheek. Making you blush, he looked at you smirking. Lo’ak throw a cup at his brother “ bro! Get a room!” Neteyam looked over at him unimpressed “ you know what little brother you’re right see you losers later “ he didn’t give you a chance to react picking you up and walking off towards your hut

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sail across the ocean

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!pregnant!reader

summary: in which you must follow your mate to the metkayina village

warnings: pregnancy, fluff, mentions of sickness/illness

you and neteyam are 20.

find part two here

going from learning to be a strong tsahìk to leaving your clan in just a few days was something you would have never imagined.

mo’at was a very wise soul. she immediately took you under her wing when you and neteyam had officially mated, wanting to train her grandson’s mate to become a good spiritual leader.

so as you sat in the healing tent with the older lady, you heard commotion coming from outside. tuk had opened the tent and said, “the war party has returned!”

being seven months pregnant, it was getting harder for you to be as active as you used to.

you carefully stood up, mo’at going to help you but you smiled at the woman. you waddled out of the tent, seeing jake scolding your mate and lo’ak.

neytiri stood behind her sons, her eyes hard as she stared at her husband. neteyam’s eyes met yours and he smiled, despite his father’s harsh words.

your face fell when you realized your mate was bleeding. the four sullys watched as you approached, neteyam taking your hand to help steady you.

“your mate almost died today.” jake told you firmly.

you looked at neteyam, a frown on your lips.

“my jake, stop. your son is actually bleeding. let y/n clean up neteyam.” neytiri said to her husband.

“dismissed.” jake said.

you lead your mate to the healing tent as he held the small of your back in his hand.

“what happened out there, my neteyam?”

“lo’ak wanted to go onto the battle field despite our orders of being spotters. skxawng (idiot) almost got me killed.”

mo’at gasped when she saw her grandson and ushered him into the tent. neteyam sat on a little pad as his grandmother began to tend to his wounds, you and kiri helping the woman.

you stroked neteyam’s head in a soothing way, the way he absolutely loved. he nuzzled his head into your hand, his tail coming up to connect with yours.

“you must be careful, grandson. with a prrnen (baby) on the way, you have to stay alive.”

“grandmother, you should really try this root. it will sting less.” kiri suggested to the woman as neteyam hissed.

“mawey (calm), my neteyam.”

the next few days seemed to pass by in a blur. with more frequent attacks from the sky people, neteyam’s stress was affecting you.

his father was getting harder on him, on you. the stress was causing your pregnancy to become more difficult, often having your son kick and give you constant pain.

but when jake approached you, the future tsahìk of the omatikayas, about joining his family to the metkayina village in order to keep them safe, it truly shocked you.

leave your people?

you knew that mating with neteyam, the future olo’eyktan, came some sacrifices that you were willing to make.

so, you helped neteyam pack up your little tent. his hand tightly gripped yours as you softly cried, jake’s title of olo’eyktan being given away.

you rubbed your belly with your free hand as your mate guided you to his ikran, where he helped you onto the banshee.

“hold on to me, my y/n.” neteyam grabbed your hands. you sat facing him, your pregnant belly resting against his stomach as you held him tightly against you.

neteyam hated leaving his clan, but knew going to awa’atlu would make you and your future child safe.

neytiri began a leaving call as neteyam and lo’ak followed, the drifting sound of the omatikayas getting further and further away as the family road.

the wind blew both your’s and neteyam’s braids softly, his ikran gliding through the air with such peace.

he communicated with the banshee to be as smooth as possible since you were on the ikran with him, his hand coming down to hold your hip.

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“what if they don’t like us?” you asked your mate.

it had been a few hours into the flight and your tired mind had begun to wonder. you babbled all the thoughts and neteyam loved listening to every one.

that was something he loved most about you. you never cared to speak your mind or voice your opinion, even though sometimes it may get you into trouble.

“i am sure they will accept us when they see you are with child.” neteyam comforted. you looked into his yellow eyes, the eclipse illuminating them.

“your child.” you said matter-of-factly.

neteyam grinned.

“my child.” he placed his big hands onto your belly, feeling the way your son kicked against him.

you sat with your back against neteyam’s chest, leaning your head onto his shoulder as he rubbed your belly.

neytiri smiled when she saw the scene. it reminded her of when she was pregnant with neteyam.

the closer you guys approached the ocean the rougher the wind became.

ikrans shifting left and right, quick winds that were cold, rain mixing within splashing waves.

you were miserable, and on top of that, your pregnancy was making you feel ill. neteyam had given you his piece of fabric and tried to use his body heat to keep you warm, but you were still looking sick.

“how much longer?” you heard tuk ask neytiri in a whine.

you smiled weakly, still using your mate as a back rest. he made sure you were secure as you fell asleep, trying to get rid of the sickness eywa has put upon you.

the next time your eyes opened you were flying over awa’atlu, a conch shell being used to make an announcement of your arrival.

your eyes marveled at the clear ocean, seeing all the animals that filled the atmosphere along with the metkayina people themselves.

jake landed his ikran, bob, on a shore as the family followed. your body felt achy and weak as neteyam helped you, a gasp coming from the metkayinas from your wobbly legs.

tonowari, the clan leader, approached your family. his eyes gazed upon your belly as he began to speak with jake.

“please, my family needs shelter.”

neteyam rubbed your back, trying to soothe you against all the stares people were giving you. the judgement on your arms, legs, tail, and pregnant belly was driving you insane.

but as the tsahìk, ronal, approached with her own pregnant belly, the crowd began to back off.

she was feisty and although also pregnant, seemed to give your family no remorse.

“my husband was toruk makto. he led the clans to victory against the sky people.” neytiri said suddenly.

“this is what you call victory? running to strangers?” ronal hissed, causing neytiri to hiss back.

“please, my mate is pregnant and we need a place to stay. she fell ill from the travels.” neteyam spoke up.

ronal eyed you curiously, now approaching your shaking body. she pursed her lips, looking at her husband.

“come.” ronal spoke, guiding you to a marui pod as her daughter, tsireya, showed the other sully’s their own pod.

neteyam helped you walk as ronal guided you to lay down. the tsahìk began to perform a spiritual ritual, whooping into the air as she hummed and prayed to the great mother.

you let out a deep breath as eywa’s grace made you feel better, your body now at ease as your mate kissed your forehead.

“irayo (thank you).” neteyam lifted his hand to his eye, lowering it to show ronal his appreciation. she hummed back as neteyam helped you up.

“it is so beautiful.” you gasped, now feeling a million times better.

you ran your hand gently in the water, awing at the fish-like creatures.

neteyam smirked when he saw lo’ak blushing at tsireya. “i think little brother has a crush.”

you smiled at your mate’s antics.

“imagine lo’ak having a child with someone one day.”

neteyam’s nose scrunched in disgust at the thought of his brother, or any of his siblings, growing older.

“gross. for now, we are the only ones allowed to be with child.”

neteyam held your tummy once again, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder as you giggled.

“i love you, my neteyam.”

“i love you, my y/n.”

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[teyism]

entangled moodboard!

An elusive illness that erodes at your otherwise resilient being is somehow connected to a clan in the Eastern Sea. After clear signs from Eywa, you are sent there to find out more about this illness and aid in their war against the RDA, but are surprised to see the man who abandoned you as one of their most revered warriors.

[or, alternatively, no matter how much distance lays between them—neteyam and y/n are always entangled.]

FIRST CHAPTER (coming soon)

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