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[chescakeplays]

Hi! I’m Cake! I play games (mainly VN’s), read (fics, manhua, manga, manhwa, etc.)

Main genres I dabble on:

➤ Yanderes

➤ Romcom/fluff

➤ Horror / Dark Media

｡°⚠︎°｡ MDNI!

Feel free to call me Angel/Bonnie, 21+, she/her~

Asks are: [OPEN] Requests are: [OPEN]

(will take quite a while to do them, but I will get to them eventually :3)

ᝰ.ᐟ Masterlists:

➤ Art

➤ Written Work

➤ Reviews

ᝰ.ᐟ More about me

ᝰ.ᐟ Other socials: Twitter, [yt]

ᝰ.ᐟ Currently my main specific hyperfixations:

➤ Avatar, Avatar TWOW, Avatar FAA

➤ 14 days with you

➤ Your Hero, Jayce Blackwood

➤ Klein V.01

➤ How to break up with your yandere boyfriend

➤ The Amazing Digital Circus

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Angel Bless! ᝰ.ᐟ

Will be editing this whenever I need, still under construction :3

[dakimchi]

red looks good on you too ❤️

[evvrloree]

one shot

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: the omatikaya have a one in a while tradition that encourages couples of all kinds to participate in a special game of "hide and seek." after a bad argument with your mate neteyam, kiri suggests that both of you two join in. rekindle that spark. however, that's sweet innocence is quickly replaces by something hungry.

tags: NSFW , 18+ , MDNI , smut , primal / prey , hunting , feral , overstim kinda

a/n: gawd I really gotta finish all my series broooo. this isn't the best but I had to spit something out before the end of this week!!! would u believe me if I said I get 90% of my ideas from songs?

theme: runrunrun

Three days. Three days since you had refused to speak to Neteyam. The silence between you had grown heavy. The argument had started small. Something so small you didn't even care to remember. But it had spiraled fast. Words like reckless and controlling had entered the fight. You'd stormed off to your family's marui, refusing his attempts to follow. He hadn't pushed any further after the second night. That hurt worse.

Now the annual Rekindle Ceremony had made it's return once again. Every mated pair in the Omatikaya participated if they chose to. Hide and seek through the glowing forest at dusk, meant to be playful, intimate, a reminder of the chase that first bound you. That was the tradition.

Neteyam's sister, Kiri, had found you at the gathering near the fire, stopping you in your tracks. "You two need this," she'd said. "The ritual isn't just games. It's… remembering why you chose each other. Even when you're angry." She raised her brows with her ears at the last statement.

You'd wanted to argue and tell her you weren't angry but the words stuck. Kiri's certainty had a way of slipping past defenses. So you'd nodded and reluctantly agreed. "Fine."

Now dusk painted the canopy. Torches flickered along the ceremonial clearing. Mated women stood in a loose circle, tails swaying with nervous excitement, while their mates waited at the far end. Hunters trying to look casual.

Neteyam was the only one not pretending. You were unsure who convinced him to be here. Probably also Kiri.

He stood apart, arms crossed over his chest. No smile. No teasing tilt of his head. Just that steady, burning yellow stare that said he'd already mapped every escape route you might take.

One of the elders in charge of the ceremony stepped forward, arms raised, voice carrying over the excited whispers.

"Tonight Eywa reminds us: love is not gentle possession. It is pursuit. It is surrender. It is the chase that never truly ends." She lowered her hands towards the bundle of women. "Women-run. Let your mates remember what it means to earn you."

A ripple of laughter and delighted squeals as the other women scattered. Light steps, playful shrieks, darting between ferns and curtain vines. Most of them glanced back once or twice, giggling, teasing their pursuers with a sway of hips.

You didn't. You bolted. Full sprint. No glance back. Vines whipped your arms, moss burst under your feet. You didn't care about looking cute. This wasn't a game anymore. While others skipped and pranced around in hopes of being caught early, you tried to get as far as possible from the starting point. Maybe Neteyam would never find you and the forest would eat you.

One by one, you lost sight of the women in front of you and at your sides. They scattered easily, scurrying through the bushes and tangled roots. To give it an extra measure, you didn't stop till your calves burned. You stopped at a tree that had extra long vines to drape your figure. Catching your breath, you tried to listen carefully for the signal your time was up. The elders explained you had very little time to "hide" before the men would be allowed to start seeking shortly after.

Then you heard the signal: a single blow of a tusk horn. The hunt was on. You pressed deeper into the shadow of the hanging vines, heart hammering so loud you were sure it would give you away. You forced your breathing shallow, tail tucked tight, ears straining. It would be a while before Neteyam would find you. If he even could. Surely.

After a few minutes, you heard rustling which made you whip your head and ears in the exact direction. Laughter and the sound of crashing to the ground. People were already being caught. You started to wander around, slowly, cautious to not make much sound.

Another minute went by and you heard calling taunts of a man, possibly his mate's name. Then the forest went quiet again. Too quiet.

Your ears swiveled, searching. That's when you felt a sudden wave of impending doom fall over you. Like overwhelming dread that you couldn't quite pinpoint the cause of. Your breathing started to become rapid again, and you whipped your head in all directions. You were debating flight or fight. You could feel eyes on you. Not just watched. Hunted.

The dread coiled tighter in your gut. Primal instinct screaming that the predator had already closed in. Then the silence broke.

The rushed sound of someone running past as quietly as possible.

You spun around. Nothing. Just vines swaying gently where nothing should have moved. Then your feet started moving before you could think. So you ran. No thought. Just instinct. Legs pumping, vines slapping your thighs. You didn't care about direction anymore, only distance.

Then you heard the sound of footsteps just on your heel. You didn't dare look back. Because you already knew.

Your lungs burned. Thighs screamed. Still you pushed despite giving it all earlier. You lept across logs, ducked under tall roots. Before you realized it, the forest path you were running began to narrow and get tighter. You burst into a small, sheltered hollow: a natural cradle of roots and stone. No exit.

Just perfect.

You spun. Chest heaving. Ears pinned. Tail lashing. You waited for him to appear, like a shadow in the night.

Neteyam stepped into the hollow slowly. His chest rose and fell steadily, odd considering he was chasing you. His tail flicked, ears forward, eyes dark and predatory.

You backed up until your back met stone. No more running. Nowhere left.

"Got you," he said, voice low. Not playful. Not teasing. Contrast to the couples you heard earlier.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "This was supposed to be a game."

He tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile curling one side of his mouth. "You ran like it wasn't."

You sucked in your breath, caught in your own trap. Neteyam didn't move closer right away. He simply stood there, letting you take it all in. The sunlight that peeked itself through the cracks of the hollow traced the hard lines of his body.

"You think you can run from me?" His voice was quiet, almost conversationa. "After everything?"

Your tail lashed once, hard enough to brush the stone wall. "This isn't about us. This is just... the ritual." You jerked your chin in his direction.

He laughed. "Don't lie to me, yawne. Not tonight." He took one step. Then another. Slowly, like he had all the time in Pandora. "You didn't run like the others. You ran like someone that knows exactly what's coming."

Your ears flattened. Heat flooded your face, your chest. Anger, shame, something too close to want. "Maybe I just didn't want to be caught by you." You crossed your arms, turning your head away, but never tearing your eyes away from him.

Neteyam's eyes narrowed. He closed the last distance in one stride, caging you against the stone without touching you yet. His scent enveloped you. Sweat, forest, just him. The same scent that used to calm you now set every nerve alight.

"Too late for that," he murmured. One hand lifted, fingers brushing the underside of your jaw, tilting your face up. Possessive. "You ran. I chased. That's how it works." His thumb dragged across your lower lip. "So what's my next move?"

Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. "You tell me."

Neteyam's gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower. Eyeing the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way your thighs pressed together like that could hide how turned you already were.

"My next move," he repeated, voice dropping, "is reminding you who you belong to."

He didn’t give you time to answer. His mouth slammed over yours. No asking permission. Just the taste of fury and three days of pent-up everything. You shoved at his chest once, half-hearted, and he caught both your wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above your head.

The other hand slid down your side, fingers catching the tie of your loincloth and ripping it free in one sharp tug. Cool morning air kissed aching skin. You broke the kiss with a protest. "Neteyam-"

"Quiet." His head hung next to yours, breath hot against your cheek. "You don't get to use that pretty mouth to argue anymore. Not after you shut me out for three fucking days."

He shoved a thick thigh between yours, forcing your legs apart. The muscle pressed right up against your cunt, and you couldn't stop the broken whimper that escaped.

"Look at you," he growled, dragging the hard length of him along your slit through his own loincloth. "So wet you're dripping on my thigh already. And you still want to pretend this is just a game? Huh?"

Your hips jerked forward before you could stop them. Shame burned hot in your cheeks. "I hate you right now."

"Good." He spit the word against your throat, teeth scraping over it. "Hate me while I fuck the attitude out of you."

He spun you around quickly, your hands flying flat against the stone wall, so your ass backed up perfectly onto him. One hand had a hold on the base of your kuru. The other quickly tore his own lion cloth away.

You felt him, thick, heavy, warm. Just nudging at your welcoming entrance. "Say it," he ordered. "Tell me you want this."

You clenched your jaw. Refused.

He spanked you. "Say. It."

Your nails scraped stone as you let out a harsh groan. "I want it," you hissed in frustration at your resolve breaking.. "I want you."

He forced himself inside with one hard stroke. A cry tore out of you. Too full. Too deep. Perfect. He didn't give you time to adjust. Just pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in, setting a rhythm that jolted your whole body forward with every thrust.

"You think you can run from me?" he snarled into your ear. "Think you can hide this tight little cunt from the man who claimed it?"

You couldn't answer. Could only moan. Shamefully.

His hand slid around to your front, rough fingertips finding your clit and circling hard. "Answer." He growled.

"I-I can't—" Another thrust, meaner. "I can't hide from you."

"Louder." His fingers pinched your clit, enough to make your knees buckle. Only his grip on your kuru and the arm banded around your waist kept you upright. "Let the whole fucking forest hear who owns this pussy."

You sobbed once. You mentally cursed yourself then forced the words out between gasps. "I can't hide from you! You own it-you own me-fuck-Neteyam!"

He rewarded you with a slow roll of his hips that dragged the thick head of his cock over that spot inside you craved. "That's right," he growled against your ear. "Say it again."

"You own me." The admission tasted bitter and relief all at once. "I'm yours."

"Good girl," he rasped. "My good, dripping little slut." Your walls fluttered helplessly around him, greedy despite the sting, despite the anger still simmering under your skin.

His fingers never left your clit. Ruthless little circles. Forcing pleasure higher until your thighs shook.

"You ran so hard," he murmured, lips brushing the tip of your ear. "Made me hunt. Made me earn it." Another deep, grinding thrust that punched the air from your lungs. "Now you're going to take every fucking drop I give you." You tried to nod. Couldn't quite manage it with his grip locked on your kuru.

He sped up. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed obscenely in the small hollow.Somewhere far off other couples were probably still laughing, still playing. Not you. Not him. This had turned into something different. Hungrier. The kind of claiming that left marks no one else would ever see.

Neteyam yanked your kuru back sharply, arching your spine, forcing your chest off the stone wall so your breasts scraped rough bark instead. You yelped, from pleasure or frustration, you weren't quite sure.

He felt the warm feeling pool in his stomach. Feeling his closeness, he needed to hear you to reach the finish line. "Again," he demanded against your mouth. "Tell me."

"You-own-me-" Each word was a gasp between his thrusts. "Yours-fuck-yours-" The hand that held your kuru tight released to grip your throat. "Louder."

"I'm yours!" You sobbed out. "Neteyam-please-need to-need to come-" Your nails scraped lines into the stone. Heat coiled viciously low in your belly, tighter and tighter until you were shaking apart.

"Come," he snarled. An order. "Come on my cock like the needy little thing you are. Show me you still know who you belong to."

And so you did, locking up into an arch to focus on the feeling. And then it exploded into a beautiful wave of pleasure that left your cheeks flushed. "Ohhh fffuck!" You cried out, jaw slack.

Your walls were desperately clamping down on him, encouraging him to spill out what your womb craved. So much so his rhythm stuttered. He fucked you through the heat of it, chasing every last tremor until your legs gave out completely and only his arm around your waist and the grip on your hip kept you upright against the stone.

"That's it," he rasped. "That's my good fucking girl-milking me like you need it."

You could only make noises in response, still involuntarily clamping down. He was still fucking you through it, getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Fuck-" he moaned right into your ear. "Gonna come-" And so he spilled into you, painting your insides a creamy white. He thrusted inwards, deep and hard slow strokes to ensure you were filled. He stayed seated, chest heaving against your spine. For just a second, as you both were regaining your breath, thinking he was done, he grabbed your kuru again, yanking you upwards. "You think we're done?"

You let out a shaky laugh that turned into a whimper of defeat. "Neteyam-" you whined.

"You ran," he reminded you, "Three days of silence. Three days of acting like I don't get to touch what’s mine." He gave a small roll of his hips. You hissed at the sensitive sensation. "We're not fucking finished until I'm sure you remember." He finally eased out, slowly. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, thighs trembling.

Neteyam spun you around again, rough, your back met stone once more. He dropped to one knee in front of you, hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between your thighs.

A choked moan escaped from you. His tongue was merciless. Lapping up the mess he'd just made, sucking your clit into his mouth, then fucking back inside you, hungry, like he was satrved. Claiming you twice over. You threaded shaking fingers into his braids, trying to pull him closer, trying to push him away because it was too much.

He growled against your cunt, the vibration shooting right into your spine, doubling you down. Your high was building up again, faster, and more rushed, but still equally as pleasurable. It exploded through your body, and right into his mouth. You cried, hips bucking helplessly as you rode out your orgasm. He graciously drank down everything you gave him.

When he finally rose, lips glossy, he didn't give you time to recover. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, hands under your thighs, pinning you against the stone. He entered you slowly, gently. This time he fucked you slower. Deeper. So slow you felt everything until your eyes rolled back.

"Look at me," he ordered.

You tried. Could barely focus.

He caught your chin. Forced it. "Eyes on me when I fill you again."

You obeyed.

He watched your face the entire time he built you both back up. Watched every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath, every time your lips parted on a plea. When the third climax started coiling low in your belly, he leaned in until your foreheads touched.

"Say it one more time," he rasped. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," you whispered, voice cracking. "Only you."

He kissed you then, tasting of both of you, and thrust hard once, twice, and spilled again. His growl resonated deep in his chest.

You were unsure how long you would be in this cave, but you weren't complaining.

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[tinartz8]

Canvas.

Empty Canvas.

is what You called yourself.

let me be Your Brush.

let me be Your Pallette.

let me be Your Color.

let me be Yours.

and i guarantee,

Your Canvas will be filled,

with Me in Your Life.

Can't write shi so I go blind😭

[smuttyjane]

Please getting caught with neteyam!! (With them being mates and she's a na'vi)

Majority of the votes went to "Caught with Neteyam" so here it is!

Caught (18+)

│Aged-up Neteyam(21), Female Na'vi Reader(20)

│Word count: 2.8k

│Summary: Neteyam sneaks off in the middle of the day, stressed from having to leave again so soon. After finding your mate, alone in the forest, you two get caught in the act when someone comes looking for him.

│MDNI Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, established relationship, contains aged up characters

You hated seeing your mate so worked up. It was hard on him, having to leave you here alone constantly, to go and do missions with his father. It ate away at him, the regret, the tiredness, the apologies always present in his eyes when he saw you. You tried your best to reassure him every chance you got that you would be fine, but it ate away at you all the same. He had only just returned two days prior from a mission that was a three hour fly away. It hadn’t gone as planned, and many warriors did not return. There was no time between you and your mate, just the longing looks across the village before winding up home passed out from the day.

As your eyes scan across the village, they catch on Neteyam, standing in a group of other warriors. His shoulders were tense, his fists clenching and unclenching by his side, and his jaw was so tight. Neteyam brings his hand into the air, dismissing the warriors, practically shouting at them to get out of his sight. His eyes never find yours, too lost in his own thoughts, as he makes his way through the village into the forest. 

As soon as you are finished with your task, you get up to follow him. You know the spot he likes to escape to, to clear his head. And you find him exactly where you thought he would. A creek far into the forest, past all the sounds of the village, where no one really went except for him. You watched him from afar, not wanting to interrupt him just yet. He’s kneeling down on the edge of the water, splashing some across his face. The water runs down his blue skin, sliding past his shoulders and down his back, sparkling in the sun. Neteyam hangs his head low, shoulders slumping over in defeat. He moves towards a log sitting close by, still not turning around, still not spotting you. 

Bringing his palms up towards his face, he slumps down into his hands. You can’t take seeing him like this. “Hey Nete,” you say softly, not wanting to startle him as you make your way towards him. His head snaps around towards you, before relaxing once he notices it’s just you. “Hey pretty girl, I hoped you would come find me,” he says, reaching a hand out for you to grab. 

“I had wanted to talk to you about something,” he says, hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into his lap. You sat each leg on either side of his, arms wrapped around his neck, looking down into his eyes. His hands found your waist, holding you in place while love, and apologies flashed across his face. “I know Nete, it’s okay,” you say, pulling him closer, until your head rests in the crook of his neck. You can feel his shoulders relax into you, his stress melting away from your touch. Neteyam’s hands slowly snaked up your back, wrapping his arms tightly around you, afraid that if he let go you would be gone. 

Pulling you into him, you could smell the fresh water on his skin, his scent flooding you. You kiss along his jaw, moving down his neck, sucking slightly with each kiss. He groans, “don’t do this to me sweet girl.” You push yourself away from his neck, face to face with Neteyam, you lean down to kiss him. A passionate, longing kiss. 

You slide off his legs, resting in between his thighs, smiling up at him. “I just want to make you feel good Nete,” you say, as you reach your hands up to the ties of his loincloth. His hand reaches up to your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips. He leans down, placing a needy kiss, slightly sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. A thousand words passed between the simplest touch. 

Your fingers untie his loincloth, and Neteyam pulls it out from under him, before resting back on the log. His palms flat, legs spread, he was staring intensely at you. Not missing a single movement you made, you reach your hands up to grip around his cock. Slowly placing kisses along his shaft before gathering the precum, and rubbing it around his tip. His head hung low, groaning out, “fuck baby.”

You wrap your lips around his tip, slowly sliding him into your mouth. After pushing him all the way down your throat, you reach the base of his cock before gagging slightly. His hard cock twitches in your mouth from the squeeze of your throat. You slowly begin to slide him in and out of your mouth, your tongue resting on the underside of his cock. Taking him all the way to the base and pulling back to the tip before circling around the sensitive skin. You hand pumps the rest of him, when you slide him out of your mouth. His head falls back, groaning from the way your throat swallows him, the small gag at the base every time causes him to shiver. His legs tense up as he subconsciously thrusts his hips towards you for more. You speed up slightly, pumping him fast, sucking him in harder, until he is close. 

“Fuck baby, don’t want to cum yet. Come here,” Neteyam grunts out, holding his hand out for you to grab. You let him pull you up, and he unties your loincloth, tossing you top off with it. You slide back onto his lap, before slamming your lips into his. His cock twitches up, brushing over your clit slightly, causing you to moan out. Neteyam slips his tongue into your mouth, dancing around with your own. The kiss deepens, and you feel Neteyam reach down and slide himself through your folds.

“You’re so wet for me sweet girl,” he says, gathering your slick on his cock. You needed friction, so you began sliding yourself against him. The pleasure was overwhelming. You grip onto Neteyam's shoulders, digging crescent shaped marks into his skin. He groans out from the familiar pleasurable pain. His hands wrap around your waist, slowly pushing you forwards and backwards along his cock. The tip hitting your clit each slide you made.

“That feels good, baby?” Neteyam asks, as you continue to grind yourself against him. Your back arches as you moan out from his tip brushing over your clit once more, and he kisses up your neck. Whispering into your ear, he says, “I know baby, I know.” 

In the distance, someone is calling out for Neteyam, but the two of you are lost in the moment, only hearing the moans and grunts shared between the two of you. “Nete, faster I’m so close,” you moan out, grinding into him, but he helps to move you quicker when you couldn’t. The familiar heat building in your lower belly, you were so close to your climax. Neteyam could tell from your frantic movements, legs trembling over his, and your hands gripped tighter onto him as if to steady yourself.

“Neteyam!” Both of you freeze, eyes wide staring at each other. A warrior spots Neteyam, not realizing what he caught the two of you doing just yet. As he gets closer, he sees that Neteyam was clearly in the middle of an intimate act with his mate. Neteyam slides you off him before standing up and grabbing a loincloth to cover himself. You move to stand behind him, covering your chest to shield yourself from the unwanted eyes. The warrior faces away from the two of you, embarrassed from how he caught his superior. 

“This couldn’t wait?” Neteyam shouts, irritation clear in his voice. “No sir, your father asked me to find you,” the warrior says. Another voice chimes in, “You found him?” Lo’ak and Jake walk up to the warrior, before looking up at Neteyam. You place a hand on his shoulder, to find him tensed up. Neteyam brings his hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Neteyam, we've been looking for you boy, what are yo-,” Jake begins, before Lo’ak nudges his arm. Lo’ak brings his attention to the discarded loincloth, and motions to you standing behind Neteyam, clearly naked. They both turn around quickly, standing side by side with the other warrior. 

“What is it dad? What could possibly be so important right now?” Irritation was too nice of a word to describe Neteyam’s tone. You couldn’t help but giggle behind Neteyam’s back, at the irony of this moment. He turns his head around, facing you before mouthing out, “sorry.” An apologetic smile pulls at his lips. You rub your hand against his shoulder, to let him know it was fine, as he turns back to the three men facing away from him. 

“The mission has been moved up to today. We leave just before sunset. Didn’t mean to interrupt you,” Jake says. “Then leave, this could’ve waited,” Neteyam basically spits out the words, his teeth grinding together from how hard his jaw was clenched. Jake taps Lo’ak on his shoulder, signaling him to start walking.

Once out of sight, Neteyam turns back to you, and grabs your hand. No words were shared. He lowers you onto the ground, wraps his hands around your waist and flips you over. Your chest rests on the cold ground, your ass up in the air, bare for him to see. Neteyam pumps his cock once, and then twice before sliding through your folds. He gathers your slick on him, before pushing himself into you. Pelvis to pelvis, he hangs his head low groaning out, you moan as he pulls back slightly, brushing over your sweet spot.

He thrusts pick up speed, they become harder as the seconds pass by. Neteyam says nothing. Purely focused on the way he slides in and out of your entrance. You moan out, back arching you deeper into the ground as you reach your hand back to touch him. He grabs onto your wrist, using it as a way to pull you into him, matching his thrusts. He props his leg up, the new position letting him hit your cervix with each thrust.

“I can’t take it, I hate that it’s like this. I can’t even spend time with you, can’t even have sex with you in peace,” he says, through grit teeth, grunting from each thrust. His pace turns punishing, always hitting against your cervix and brushing past your sweet spot on the way out. You moan out against him, letting him take out his frustrations on you. 

“I hate it,” he says, repeating it over and over again, thrusting harder to emphasize his words. His hand reaches up to grab a fistfull of your hair, pulling your back to his chest. His other hand finds your waist, digging into your soft skin. He leans down to your ear, whispering, “I’m so sorry my sweet girl.”

You knew he was sorry, sorry for them showing up, sorry for everything always being interrupted, sorry for having to leave soon, sorry for being gone all the time, sorry for not being able to show up when you needed him most. 

But he was here now, with you, deep inside you. “Just fuck me Nete,” you moan out, arching yourself deeper into him. Wanting to feel every inch of him deep inside you. “I will baby,” Neteyam says, pounding into you faster than before. His grip on your waist was so tight it was sure to leave bruises. He pulled your head back further until your neck was open for him to place kisses on. 

One kiss between each of his words, “I’ll make you feel so good before I leave, I promise.” Sucking the sweet spot on your neck, you moan from the pleasure. You grab Neteyam’s wrist, and move his hand from your waist to your clit. The new sensation of Neteyam’s fingers circling around your clit drives you closer to your climax. Your hand rests on top of his, riding against his fingers. Eager to cum around him. 

“That’s it, use me to feel good sweet girl,” Neteyam grunts out, his breath hitting your neck sending shivers down your spine. Your body tenses, you grind yourself harder against his fingers, his thrusts never faltering. It was punishing, but it made you so wet. 

The familiar heat of your climax building in your lower belly once more. Neteyam could feel you clenching around him. He sped up his thrusts, adding pressure onto your clit simultaneously. Neteyam thrusts into you, hitting your cervix, and brushing back past your sweet spot, sending you over the edge. “Fuck Nete,” you moan out, losing your strength as you reach your climax. You clench around him, your cum mixing with your slick allowing him to easily slide in and out of you.

He releases his hold on your hair, letting you lay yourself back down on the ground. His hands find your waist, thrusting himself into you. The overstimulation causes you to twitch. “Nete, please,” you whimper out, barely above a whisper. “I know baby, you did so good,” he groans, his cock twitching inside you.

The clenching from your orgasm, mixed with how wet and fucked out you were, sent Neteyam over the edge not long after you. His thrusts became sloppy, barely pulling in and out of you as long ropes of his cum shoot inside your entrance. Cum was sliding out past his cock from how full you were, dripping down your legs. He slows down, riding out his own climax with you remaining clenched around him. 

As he begins to pull away, he releases his punishing grip from your hips, sliding his thumb over the bruises he had left. It takes you a few moments to realize what was happening and you slowly turn on your back. You face Neteyam, following his gaze to your hips. Apologies float around in his eyes, scanning your face for any signs that you’re in pain. “Neteyam…,” you say breathlessly, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him closer to you, “it’s okay Nete.”

You can feel him breaking down, the pressure that sits on his shoulders one you don’t understand. All you could do was be there for him. “I’m so sorry my pretty girl,” Neteyam says, after a few beats. “Don’t be,” you pull back, resting your forehead against his. Your rub circles into his back with your thumb, He melts into your touch, shamelessly keeping you all to himself. 

Slowly he pulls away, leaving a kiss on your forehead before standing up in front of you. He reaches his hand out to help pull you up. You wrap your arms around Neteyam’s neck, bringing him closer to you in a deeper hug than the one before. “I love you Nete,” you say, face pressed against his chest. His hands snake around your waist, wrapping around your back, pulling you even closer to him. 

The feeling of you two intertwined erases every problem, stressor, and worry that has been shared between you. He pulls away reaching for your hand, guiding you over to the creek. As he steps in he reaches behind him to ensure you don't slip on the wet rocks. Lowering you into the creek, Neteyam begins to wash away the mess shared between the two of you. Careful hands softly touch your skin, no part of you goes unseen by him.

After washing off Neteyam in return, you splash some water at him, giggling in the process. “Really? What are we, 12?” Neteyam says, but he couldn’t hide his grin behind his words. “Just might be,” you grin back, splashing some more water on him. You and Neteyam go back and forth between splashing each other and swimming around the creek, like you two were the only people to exist. 

It was almost sunset and Neteyam needed to return back to the village to prepare to leave on his mission. He silently helps you dress, before putting his own loincloth back on. Taking a moment before leaving the creek, Neteyam turns to you. Eyes searching yours, for any reason why he shouldn’t leave. “I’ll be okay Nete. I’ll be here. Waiting for you to get back. Like I always am, and like I always will,” you whisper, wanting to reassure him that you would always be there for him no matter the distance or time. “When I get back, we are going somewhere far away. Just me and you, for as long as we can,” he whispers back, leaning towards you, resting his forehead against you. Placing a kiss to your lips, a thousand apologizes, a thousand ‘i love you’s.’ 

[helbram]

Grandmaster Cutie

[meganekune]

Please wear headphones 🎧🎧‼️😏

2024 Ray Birthday Blurb but with Voice🌟🌟Everything belongs to concreteparasite

The VA did such a great job I was literally screaming when I heard the voicelines for the first time LMAO anyway I had so much fun editing this audio! Please Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

[gabininomenon]

so do we collectively agree that varka puts you in a headlock during sex

[arlecchinoftl]

giving my king a head trust.

I lOVE HIS THICK EYEBROWS

BRO THIS MAN LOOK SO SO FINE.

[gojovxrse]

The man is a bear. A living, breathing bear.

He’s always all up in your space. Like okay, you’re his wife, sure, but is there any need for him to be cheek-to-cheek with you every time he’s in close proximity to you?

“Honey!”

He ran up to you, slinging his big wolf’s gravestone claymore aside onto the patch of grass in the middle of the city as he immediately picked you up and twirled you around with his big, strong forearms supporting you like you were as light as a feather.

“Wha— Varka put me down! What the hell?-“

You squirmed and hit his shoulders as he twirled you around, a wide goofy smile on his face.

This man has just come back from war, and he’s being all giggly seeing his wife.

“My baby! Sweetheart, honey, sugarplum, valberry—“

The list went on, each one delivered with an exaggerated smooch of his lips onto your cheek, the soft skin on your face starting to burn just a little with every kiss delivered because he forgot to shave his stubble.

“Varka, we’re in public…”

You mumbled, a huge flush of embarrassment on your cheeks. But this was nothing new, oh no. Everyone around you was watching, but they were all just smiling fondly at the scene. It was rather familiar for them anyways.

This clinginess of his continues outside the walls of your home and inside too. He’s arm in arm with you, showing you off to everyone in the city with that loud chest-vibrating laugh of his and the occasional small talk with anyone he walks past, while you burn in embarrassment next to his huge frame.

He’s hauling you back home too, and the second the doors close— his heavy overcoat is shrugged off and he’s picking you up and smothering you in his sweet kisses while you let out groans of annoyance.

But despite your indifference, you're as happy as he is, if not more. You know he’s just giddy and beyond happy he’s back home, smelling the wind, watching the dandelions fly in the air, drinking wine with his knights and most importantly— have you in his arms.

And you are also relieved that you didn’t have to write pathetically love sick letters to him for another two weeks for the time being.

Because despite how annoying and embarrassing he could be, Varka’s love is loud. It reaches everyone, but it’s only ever meant for his sweet wife.

a/n: Two posts back to back? no way

im literally gonna do anything to get varka atp... 🥀 This (NOT PROOFREAD) drabble has been rotting in my drafts for months and im posting it now cause im on 50/50 and I need that fine ass beefy man. pls wish me luck on my varka pulls in 5 days... lowkey going to swan dive off a cliff if i dont get him 💔

divider: @saradika-graphics

© gojovxrse. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.

[nikkipettt]

Come home soon soldier <3 May Varka wanters be Varka havers!

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | Facts About Varka I | So, what are the knightly virtues again?

[mewnbuns]

big big men who melt into your hugs and kisses but they’re so heavy it almost tips you both over every time

[quinsilie]

Varka who got sent photos from his dear spouse, reader, whenever one of your many adopted kids achieved anything.

From a photo of Razor with his first missing baby teeth, Noelle and the first pancake she made by herself, and Rosaria's first choir concert. Even from so many miles away he got to witness special moments from the lives of his loved ones, often flipping through the photos to remind himself what he was fighting for whenever he got too homesick.

Now that he's returning home after so long, he only hopes that his future memories can be immortalized as these adorable momentos.

[tempura-rolls]

Tavern Encounters

Varka x reader (you’re crushing on him) feat. Venti

Grand Master looking attractive>>>

Did you look okay? You didn’t look like you just finished some sort of overnight shift at a heavy duty job, right? These questions plagued your mind as you maneuvered around the bar of Angel’s Share. Diluc was taking a lunch break, leaving you to manage the tavern for a while. Everything was going fine until a familiar bard trailed in stating the news to you rather cheerfully, expecting a flustered reaction on your part.

“The Grand Master Returns today.” He smirked at you, sitting at the counter and watching you dry a used glass while finishing the drink he had ordered.

“Very funny Mr. Bard.” You said sarcastically as your face turned a light shade of red. You poured and handed his drink to him. “The Grand Master doesn’t return until next Wednesday.”

Venti shakes the contents of the glass around in the cup. He chuckled to himself the second he glanced at your features. He had merely only said his name and here you were, reddening in the cheeks.

“Didn’t you hear the message in the wind?” He questioned you. “The mission finished early…he should be back any minute now.”

Your expression sank from ignorance to a sudden realization. Venti was serious. The look on his face revealed he was actually serious. From your instantaneous drop of expression, your eyes began to widen as your face became three shades redder.

“He’s coming now? Is he coming to the Tavern?” You sounded panicked.

The fear only increased as Venti gave a calm nod with an even wider smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Your fear would be present to anyone that scrutinized your face.

You ducked behind the counter, pulling out a few bottles and resting them atop the counter one by one. You checked ingredients off in your mind, scurrying behind the bar to pull everything together. The Grand Master hadn’t told you the day of his return, yet you had promised weeks ago that the minute he set foot through the gates his favorite beverage would be ready. Dandelion Wine.

“It’s simple really.” Venti began speaking proudly. “I wanted you to know that Varka doesn’t care for you to try and impress his tastes. Which is why I’m telling you a few seconds in advance.”

His words flew over your head until your mind processed a double take. You freeze in your tracks. “A few seconds–”

The Tavern door opened. Venti turned around as you directed your gaze there. You couldn’t tell if you were staring at heaven or the Knight of Boreas himself. Those within the Tavern recognized him immediately and cheering ensued. Varka gave them a proud wave, engaging in conversations from across the room while walking towards the counter. It took about a full minute for the quick strings of questions and praises to die down before he made it to Venti.

“Varka~” The bard greeted playfully.

“Barbados.” The knight whispered with a slight bow to his head.

As Varka slid into a bar seat, Venti snuck a glance in your direction. He hummed quietly to himself in both amusement and realization. You were nowhere to be seen. In actuality, you had ducked behind the counter. You could hear the conversation being held by the two as you sat right in front of the wine cabinet.

Your heart was practically beating out your chest. He was right there, sitting where he would notice you the second you emerged. Suddenly you felt that you should’ve done more to prepare yourself today. As your gaze shifted to the door that led to the backroom, you wondered if you could sneak inside without detection.

The second you made up your mind and were about to move, Varka suddenly asked for you.

“I thought she would be working today…” He scratched the top of his head.

Oh the smile Lord Barbatos suddenly formed on his face indicated he was about to have a field day. You on the other hand held your breath and prayed that he wouldn’t reveal your location to the Grand Master. You weren’t ready to see him yet.

“Oh she’s here…she actually just poured my drink.” He flashes the nearly finished glass of wine. “She dipped beneath the counter the moment you walked in.”

Oh my Archon. Your eyes went wide in disbelief. Now Varka was sure to think you were avoiding him because of dislike.

“In fact she got a little scared when I told her you were coming back today.” His next statement made you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and horror…until Venti added on. “She didn’t get the chance to prepare the wine you wanted…which is why she’s right over here.”

You sensed movement above you. Looking up you saw the finger of Barbatos pointing downwards. Your Archon had betrayed you mercilessly. Excepting defeat, you found the strength in your shaky knees and stood to face the two. Your face was hot and as red as your skin color could possibly allow. You weren’t even making eye contact with anyone, too nervous to gaze up.

Lord Barbatos smiled, almost ready to praise himself as Varka’s gaze softened. The Grand Master reached towards you, specifically towards where your gaze was glued to the counter. Red was the first thing that flooded your vision until it focused. Roses. An entire bouquet.

“These are for you.” He said in all earnestly as you looked up at him.

It was exquisite, they looked as if The Dendro Archon herself had grown them. You looked surprised as this was the last thing you expected from him.

“These are for me?” You couldn’t help but clarify.

Varka chuckled with a smile, gesturing with a small hand movement for you to take them. As you did, your red face was now accompanied by your own soft smile.

“So…care to tell me what time you’re free?” He asked as he placed his head in his right hand, gazing at you in a way that screamed to anyone, attraction. “And also whether you’re willing to get dinner tonight?”

Your smile got wider before you immediately agreed to his plans, elaborating on the time you’d be free. For the few guests inside that caught the sight of the roses and the Grand Master’s demeanor, there were whispers of joyful approval. The news about the proposal within the Tavern would surely get around to Diluc at this rate. However, he tended to respect Varka and was lenient when it came to you; mainly because you never caused him any problems.

Venti eyed you two speaking amongst one another. He finished his drink and considered that his title, God of Freedom, should have the additive, God of Love.

[hawberries]

WELCOME HOME, GRANDMASTER VARKA!!!

Good luck on your pulls today, everyone!

[neteyamthinker]

he got everything from you

content dad!Neteyam x mom!Omatikaya reader

note i’m just obsessed with a parallel universe where neteyam reached adulthood and had a family of his own :')

warnings: the cutest toddler on pandora, lil smut in the end (p in v)

wc: 2.4k-ish

Sunlight filters through the thick canopy of the Hometree, dappling the woven fibers as your fingers, nimble and accustomed, guided the threads, creating a vibrant pattern that would soon become a new sleeping mat. A soft gurgle, followed by a delighted squeal, pulled your gaze from your work.

Your son, a miniature Neteyam in every conceivable way, sat cross-legged on a soft hide beside you. His tail, a thick, plush extension of his small frame, twitched with an independent life of its own. He clutched a crudely carved ikran, its wooden wings spread as if in flight.

“Fly, fly, little ikran!” you watched him whisper, his voice a sweet, high-pitched melody. He bounced the carving gently on the hide, a soft thud accompanying each landing. “Go to the big tree! Find the yummy fruit!”

You smiled, a warmth blossoming in your chest. His imagination, even at such a tender age, was boundless.

“Is your ikran on an adventure, little warrior?”

He looked up, his bright, golden eyes, so like his father’s, sparkling with mischief. He pointed a chubby finger at the carved creature.

“He is brave, Mama! He fights the big, big skunk-worm!”

You laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound. “A skunk-worm? Oh, no! Is he winning?”

He nodded vigorously. “He uses his sharp claws!” He mimicked the shing sound that Neteyam often makes when telling stories about how sharp a palulukan’s claws are with his mouth, making exaggerated clawing motions with his free hand.

“My brave boy,” you murmured, reaching out to gently smooth the soft skin of his arm. “You make the best stories.”

He preened under your praise, a wide grin spreading across his face. He returned to his play, the ikran now swooping and diving through an invisible sky, its wooden companion, a small direhorse, galloping beneath it.

Hours later, the sun dipped lower, casting long, shifting shadows across the forest floor. You had moved from your loom to the Tsahik’s tent, the familiar scent of drying herbs and ancient wisdom filling the air. Your son, ever your shadow, remained close, now nestled against your hip as you sorted bundles of luminous moss.

“This one, for the stinging nettle rash,” the Tsahik’s voice, calm and steady, instructed. “And this, for the fever tree berries.”

You nodded, carefully separating the herbs. Your son, meanwhile, had found a discarded seed pod, its intricate patterns fascinating him. He turned it over and over in his small hands, murmuring to it as if it held profound secrets.

Suddenly though, his tail, which had been idly swishing, stiffened. A tiny tremor ran through his body. His head, previously bowed over the seed pod, snapped up. His ears swiveled, straining to catch a sound only he could hear.

“Papa!” your son shrieked, his voice piercing the quiet of the tent. He launched himself from your side, a blur of blue and boundless energy, scrambling towards the entrance.

The hide flap parted, and Neteyam’s towering form filled the opening. He was a vision of strength and grace, his warrior’s braid swinging gently as he bent to enter. His eyes, tired from patrol, softened the moment they landed on you and then his son.

“My little hunter!” Neteyam’s deep voice rumbled, a sound that always sent a shiver of warmth through you. He scooped the boy into his arms, effortlessly lifting him high above his head.

Your son squealed, his small hands gripping Neteyam’s thick braids, tugging playfully. Neteyam laughed, a rich, open sound that always made your heart sing.

“Did you protect Mama today?” Neteyam asked, lowering him to rest on his shoulder.

“I fought the skunk-worm!” your son declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

Neteyam’s eyes met yours over his son’s head, a silent message passing between you. A shared understanding, a deep, abiding love for this small creature who had so completely captured your hearts.

“A fearsome warrior, indeed,” Neteyam murmured, nuzzling his son’s cheek. “And what did Mama teach you today?”

“Herbs!” your son chirped, pointing a finger at the pile of moss you had been sorting. “For sick people!”

Neteyam smiled, a gentle, tender expression. He brought his son over to you, settling him back on the hide beside you. He then knelt, his gaze sweeping over the herbs, a silent acknowledgment of your continued learning.

“You are well, my love?” Neteyam’s voice was low, for your ears alone. His hand found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, a familiar comfort.

You leaned into his touch. “Always, with you here.”

As dusk deepened into night, the sounds of the forest grew louder, a symphony of chirps, rustles, and distant roars. Inside your family’s pod, the bioluminescent plants cast a soft, ethereal glow. Your son, exhausted from his day of adventures, lay curled in his small hammock, his tail twitching occasionally in his sleep.

You watched him, a profound sense of peace settling over you. He was a perfect blend of you and Neteyam, his golden eyes and proud nose Neteyam’s, his delicate fingers and the curve of his smile, yours. He was a living testament to your love.

Neteyam sat beside you, his arm a warm weight around your shoulders. He watched his son with an intensity that never failed to move you.

“He grows so fast,” Neteyam whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“Too fast,” you agreed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Soon he’ll be off hunting with you.”

Neteyam chuckled, a soft rumble against your ear. “He has much to learn yet. But he will be a great hunter. A great warrior.”

You hummed, content. The silence stretched, comfortable and familiar, punctuated only by the gentle sway of the hammock and the soft sounds of the night.

Later, much later, your son was deeply asleep, his breathing soft and even. You and Neteyam lay entwined on your own sleeping mat, the soft hides yielding beneath you. The faint glow of the bioluminescent plants painted his strong features in shades of blue and violet. His eyes, usually so sharp and alert, were heavy lidded, filled with a deep, languid desire that mirrored your own.

His fingers, calloused from his bowstring, traced the curve of your hip, sending shivers across your skin. A low groan, raw and guttural, vibrated in his chest as he pulled you closer, your bodies molding together. Your breath hitched as his lips found the sensitive skin behind your ear, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path down your neck.

“My love,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that ignited a fire deep within you. “You are more beautiful than the stars.”

You arched into his touch, your own hands finding the thick braids at his shoulders, your fingers tangling in the dark strands. His mouth descended, capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue, slick and powerful, plunged into your cavern, exploring every curve, every crevice.

You met him with equal fervor, your own tongue dancing with his, a primal, intimate exchange. He tasted of the forest, of desire, of everything you craved. His hips pressed against yours, the hard ridge of his cock, still sheathed, a tantalizing promise against your wetness. A soft moan escaped your lips, swallowed by his kiss.

He broke the kiss, his eyes, dark with passion, searching yours. His hand slid lower, over your stomach, down between your legs, his fingers finding the soft, moist folds of your labia. A gasp tore from your throat as his thumb brushed over your clitoris, a spark igniting a wildfire.

“So wet for me,” he breathed, his voice ragged with need. He moved his thumb in a slow, deliberate circle, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your hips instinctively bucked against his hand, seeking more.

His fingers parted your lips, finding the entrance to your pussy. He slid one finger inside, then another, stretching you, preparing you. You whimpered, a low, animal sound, as the delicious pressure built. The shlicking sound of his fingers entering and withdrawing, slick with your wetness, was a symphony to your ears.

He watched your face, his gaze unwavering, devouring your reactions. He leaned down, his mouth finding your nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a soft suckle. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through your core. You arched your back, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“More,” you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, Neteyam, more.”

He responded by pulling back slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down and unsheathed his cock. It sprang free, thick and engorged, glistening with pre-cum. It was twitching, a testament to his desire. You gazed at it, your breath catching in your throat.

He positioned himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your opening, slick with your wetness. He hesitated, drawing out the exquisite torture, his eyes burning into yours.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Look at me as I take you.”

You nodded, your eyes wide, mesmerized by his raw power. He pushed, slowly, deliberately, his cock inching into your pussy. A sharp intake of breath escaped your lips as the head stretched you, pushing deeper, deeper. The sensation was intense, a glorious fullness that consumed you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, as he finally sank fully inside you. Your pussy gripped him, tight and hot, a perfect sheath for his thick cock. The air left your lungs in a whoosh as you felt him deep within you, filling you completely. The squelching sound of your bodies joining was loud in the quiet pod.

He began to move, a slow, powerful thrust, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in. Each stroke was a delicious agony, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your entire body. Your hips met his, a rhythmic dance, a primal mating ritual. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, a rhythmic thud that added to the intoxicating rhythm.

You cried out, a strangled moan of pure pleasure, as he found your G-spot, hitting it with each powerful thrust. Your clitoris, already swollen and sensitive, throbbed with every movement. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body convulsing around his cock.

“Neteyam,” you gasped, your voice thick with desire, “Oh, Neteyam.”

He thrust harder, faster, his breathing ragged, his face contorted in a mask of primal pleasure. You could feel the pressure building, the glorious, unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter within you.

Just as you felt the first tremors of your orgasm begin to ripple through you, a small, sleepy whimper drifted from the hammock.

Neteyam froze, mid-thrust, his body rigid above yours. His eyes, still clouded with passion, flickered towards the sound.

“Papa?” a tiny voice whimpered again.

Neteyam groaned, a sound of pure frustration, his head falling back against your shoulder. His cock, still buried deep inside you, twitched.

You, however, were still riding the edge of your own climax. The sudden interruption, while frustrating, had only intensified the sensation. You tightened your muscles around his cock, milking another groan from him.

“Just a moment, little warrior,” Neteyam muttered, his voice strained. He pulled out, slowly, reluctantly, the wet, shlicking sound of his cock leaving your pussy echoing in the silence. He quickly re-sheathed himself, his breathing still heavy.

He rose from you, his movements stiff, and went to the hammock. Your son, rubbing sleep from his eyes, reached out for him. Neteyam scooped him up, cradling him against his chest.

“Did you have a bad dream, little hunter?” Neteyam murmured, his voice now soft, soothing.

Your son shook his head, burying his face in Neteyam’s shoulder. “I heard… noises.”

Neteyam’s eyes met yours over his son’s head, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile, a soft, knowing smile. Your body still throbbed, aching for release, but the sight of Neteyam comforting your son, his warrior’s hands so gentle, filled you with a different kind of warmth.

He rocked your son gently, humming a low, wordless tune. Slowly, your son’s breathing evened out, and he drifted back to sleep. Neteyam carefully placed him back in the hammock, adjusting the blanket around him.

He returned to you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He lowered himself onto the mat beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Eywa, the size of his ears proves to be very efficient,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “He always knows when I’m coming home.”

You chuckled as you nestled into his eyes, touching one of his ears. “He got your ears, my love,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. “He got everything from you.”

Neteyam snatched your hand and kissed the palm of it. “I’m never living down the bunny teasing,” he said as laughter rumbled deep in his chest. “And it seems I passed it down to our boy.”

You grinned before silently laughing into his chest, remembering the time Lo’ak and Spider brought out Norm’s laptop to show everyone a Terran animal that they swear looked like Neteyam. It didn’t look like him, of course, but you also see why they think so. It’s the huge ears that sometimes propped so straight and his two front teeth.

Neteyam hugged you to him, kissing your forehead. You still felt a delicious ache between your legs, a lingering throb of unfulfilled desire. But the night was long, and your son, for now, was asleep.

“He loves you so much,” you murmured, tracing the strong line of his jaw.

“And I him,” Neteyam replied, his voice thick with devotion. He pulled the soft hides over you both, enveloping you in warmth and darkness. “And you, my love. I love you.”

You closed your eyes, a content sigh escaping your lips. The night was still young, and there would be other moments, other nights. For now, the warmth of Neteyam’s embrace, the soft breathing of your son, and the quiet rhythm of the forest were enough. You drifted to sleep, a smile playing on your lips, dreaming of a life filled with love, laughter, and the occasional, delightful interruption.