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gojo has been wearing headphones so much more often over the past three weeks, you assume he’s gotten into a podcast or new album and don’t think much of it until he’s working out one day and you need his attention.

“toru,” you say about a million times to no avail—he’s only walking on the treadmill, nothing strenuous that would need all of his attention.

so you walk over and take his headphones from his head, and for the first time ever you see satoru look genuinely startled. he had been completely in his own world, but the muffled audio coming from his headphones steal your attention.

“is that—” you hold the set up to your ear as gojo tries to grab them away. moans pour from the headphones, moans that you recognise immediately. “is that me? satoru, are you listening to the video i sent you three weeks ago?”

he had been off on a mission, and you had been beyond needy and sent him a short video of yourself as you came on a toy that most closely resembled his cock.

gojo grins. “it’s sexy.”

“it’s fifteen seconds long.”

“it’s been on repeat.”

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rebirth

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Thinking about overstimming Gojo Satoru to the point where he's losing control of his powers.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until that smart mouth of his can't let out anything but wet, little gurgles of your name. His long, white lashes are batting shut with each stroke of your hand up and down his twitch shaft. He's so weighty, so hot. Glistening wet and such a pretty pink that matches his raw lips.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until all he can do is throw his head back, abs flexing when his toned hips tremble up, up, up-

"Oh, sweetheart..." he's letting out such drawn-out whines, voice husky with how much he's been moaning and groaning your name all night. And each cute whimper is accompanied by a hitched breath, a bolt of tiny blue lightning sparking at the corners of his glassy, wide eyes.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until the silky sheets underneath his large hands are bursting at the pressure of his jujutsu. Until you could faintly feel the thrum of power in the air with each and every syrpy coat of his precum down your wrist.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until he thinks he can't cum - but he can. You know he can, and you'll prove it to him. Rolling your heavenly palms faster and faster down his jerky length.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until he doesn't even know what's going on. Doesn't realize the flashes of purple glistening at the very tips of his fingers, the uncomfortable tension in the air from particles charging. Doesn't even see the way the lights go out, bursting into nothingness - in all of Tokyo, maybe even the entirety of Japan - because he's cumming, spilling milky, velvety rope after rope to drizzle all over your waiting hand. Over and over and- fuck, why does he want to do it all over again?

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↳ Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

Netyam Headcannons

Make You Mine.

Submission Pt.1

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[Aged Up]Neteyam x AFAB!Metkayina!reader

Cw: thigh riding, dom!reader, sub!neteyam, handjob, cum consumption, scenting, marking, praise, slight mention of overstimulation

Authors Note; Enjoy lol. Pt2 Otw!

Wc; 1758

His back was arched up, toes curling harshly and breathes quick as he forced his eyes shut. Oh Great Mother, your fingers worked magic on his large cock, stroking his length and twisting your hand expertly around him while peppering his jaw in soft kisses. A thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead as he creased the skin of his brows.

Never in his life had he ever been so submissive, until you came along. You simply brought the man to his knees. And when you offered him a beneficial relationship between the two of you where you just relieve that pent up stress thet you'd have from the long days of training and taking care of your respected siblings, he simply couldn't refuse.

"F-fuck,baby.." He spoke in English, rendering you confused at the unknown words, but still turned on from the whiny way he spoke them. He turned his head away from for a moment, one hand gripping the carpet below him as he writhed in the pleasure he was receiving. "Too much, Y-ah-Yawne," He spoke in Na'vi this time around, throwing his head back as a whimpered forced itself from his throat.

Your thighs subtly clenched together at the sight, pulling your lip between your sharp canines to stop the groans that itched to surface from your chest at his whining. "C'mon, sweet boy. You can handle it. Can't you, mighty warrior?" He groaned at your pet names, his cock pulsing in your hand. "I'm s..I'm so clo-se..ahh fuck" His regularly deep voice went up a few pitches, squeaky and loud as a whine left his dampened lips.

His ears pressed down to his head and he cracked his eyes open to peer at the girl giving him so much pleasure. His free hand shakily moved up to push some stray hairs behind your ear, forcing you to flinch at the sudden touch and force your gaze away from his hard cock. His next words sent shivers down your spine, earning a silent gulp from you.

"Kiss me– please," He begged breathlessly, his pupils doubling in size as he mewled softly. You hummed, quickening your handy work and you tilted your head at him. A kiss wouldn't necessarily hurt, and it would be hot to swallow his sweet moans when he came. You couldn't help but smirk a bit while using your free hand to grip his sharp jaw and bring his face to yours, smashing your plump lips onto his much damper ones.

He mewled at the feeling, pushing himself impossibly closer to you. You gently bit on his bottom lip, earning yourself a pleasurable shiver from the male before you were able to tangle your tongue with his, tasting that sweet fruit he had been snacking on mere moments ago on his muscle. The Navy skinned boy pulled away suddenly, throwing his head back while his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth falling into a wide 'O' shape, and a harsh shudder vibrating through his body.

He was cumming. Hard. A deep guttural moaned ripped from his throat. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please~" The words left his pretty mouth in gasps. He didn't even know what he was begging for. Perhaps a second to catch his breath due to your continuing pace on his now purple tinted cock. Thick ropes of his semen sprayed out of his tip, coating his stomach, chest, and even a bit of his chin in the thick liquid.

You bit your lip and moaned sweetly,nearly orgasming from seeing his pleasure alone, and you hadn't even been touched yet. "S'too much— please, Yawntu–!" He whined out, writhing under your touch. You took pity on the boy and begrudgingly removed your hand from his large, twitching cock. You hummed, grinning a bit and you stared down at your masterpiece. You were quick to learn down and lick up all of his cum, cleaning your pretty canvas up.

Your tongue ran from his overstimulated cock to his toned torso, up to his hard chest and stopping at his chin. You swallowed the liquids up with a purr, now peppering his sharp jaw in light kisses to soothe the panting man. "Did I make you feel good, 'Teyam?" You mewled, licking and sucking on his jaw.

The man moaned at your needy tone. "Shit, princess. Hardest I've ever cum, baby. You're so perfect for me, knowin' exactly how to please me." He groaned out, a sharp grin settling onto his pretty face as he brushed a curly strand of your hair behind your ear. You bit your lip and eyes him seductively, eyes half lidded and pupils blown with want and need.

"Wanna make you feel good too..." he mumbled out when you subtly mounted his thigh and began grinding against it, slick soaking through you thin loincloth and slicking up his pretty, toned thigh. You leaned down and ran your tongue along the shell of his ear before gently sucking and nibbling on the lobe. "Wanna mark you up, show everybody who you belong to." You mumbled in his ear, tongue now running down the shell of it to his jaw, then his neck, until in stopped at where his shoulders met his neck.

You teased that spot, licking, sucking, and grazing your sharp canines over the sensitive skin. You knew the thoughts were wrong and how much shut the both of your would get into if you did, but a part honestly couldn't give two fucks about that.

You hated how the other Metkayina girls subtly flirted with the clueless Neteyam and you always made sure to leave your scent on him just in case one of the bitches wanted to try some shit. But they were getting more confident, coming to the conclusion that you were technically his Karyu and teaching his the ways of the Metkayina, so of course he would reek of your scent for a while.

You hated when you talked to him and got whiffs of other woman, so you made sure to always lead him into a secluded place where you could put your mark on him and bathe him in your scent by kissing him or leaving well hidden marks in his skin.

Now though, the thought of proudly marking him as yours consumed your every thought,and Neteyam wasn't exactly helping. "Please. Want everyone to know who I belong too." He hummed in thought, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed the way you quickened your grinding on his thigh. "You'd like that, Hmm?" You teased some more,gently pressing your teeth into his neck.

He playfully growled at the pleasurable feeling, baring his neck more for you. You brought a hand up to grip his jaw firmly in place and just before you could sink your teeth in and fully indulge, a voice sounded outside of the Marui, rendering both young adults frozen.

"Neteyam, you in there?" The sweet voice of Tsireya spoke out, not making any moves to pull the flap open. Neteyam waited anxiously for the moment to happen, thinking of what excuse he should make up as to not expose them. And yet, a part of him kinda wanted her to. Expose them, so everyone knows he'd spoken for.

"Go on, don't ignore my little sister, Tey." You whispered sweetly, going back to nibbling and licking at the crook of the males neck, anticipation palpable between the two. Neteyam swallowed whining lowly and frowning. A clear signal that he could care less about the girl out there and wanted to get back to you.

When you stopped your ministrations, he knew better than continue being disobedient. "Uh, y-yeah, I'm in here, changing. What do you need?" He cleared his throat as to not seem suspicious when his voice stuttered after you begun to continue your ministrations.. "Oh! Okay. Well, Leina is ready for your guys' date." She giggled out, excitement with an undertone of teasing clear in her tone. "She said to just meet her by the canoes."

Neteyam's eyes widened, heart dropping to his stomach. You were quick to freeze, slowly inching your face away from the man's body as to glare at him. "'Date'?" You mouthed a hint of hurt in your eyes which was quickly masked by amusement. "Oh." Neteyam let out, dazed for a few moments before realizing he had to continue this short conversation.

"Yeah.. Yeah, of course. I'll be out there soon." He spoke with a clear tone, the underlining of boredom making an appearance. Tsireya hummed before the sound of her steps retreating filled the tense air.

You and Neteyam stood still for a few moments, not wanting say anything just yet incase Tsireya could still hear you both. "Well," You scoffed, a grin making its way over your lips. "Can't ever get enough, hmm?" You gave a few pats to Neteyam's cheek before rising up to your feet, looking around the room for your accessories.

"W-wait," Neteyam quickly scrambled to get up, fixing his loincloth to–poorly– cover his still apparent bulge. He watched nervously as you carefully gathered your things, beginning to put them back on. "We– I don't– this isn't—fuck..." The man groaned when the words failed to escape passed his lips. You laughed softly. Nearly finished dressing.

"Shhh, sweet thing. No need to sweat just yet. I'd suggest you have your fun before later. Cause you have a big punishment coming." You laughed out, looking over your shoulder at him sinisterly before you finished tying up your necklace. Neteyam froze, watching as you wasted not a single second more before taking your leave.

He gulped, mind racing a bit as he thought about what you said. His heart was beating a mike a minute and yet, his cock was still straining, if not more than before.

He looked down at the prominent bulge, groaning as he threw his head back. He'd have to take care of this before he needed to leave.

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AN; Ending was rushed and kinda sucks but it's okay bc part two finna HIT!!

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Aged Up!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Authors note; this is unfinished but it’s kinda too good to let go to waste, so enjoy🙏🙏

Synopsis: future Olo'eyktan Neteyam cops the prettiest girl in the clan as his pretty little fuck buddy, and he's completely whipped by her and wants to make her his, but she keeps turning him down. He refuses to let her doubts stop them from finding love in its truest form within one another.

Cw; Angst, Fluff, Neteyam completely in love, reader doubting her self worth, crying, VERY intense start(literally smut), friends(ish) with benefits, love confessions, flirting, L-bombs,

Wc; 6,129

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The wet squelches sounded in the small hut, along with the loud groans and moans shared between the two bodies. "Shit, baby–" Neteyam huffed out, gripping your soft hips almost bruisingly. "Damn, Yawntu–you're sucking me in–ah,fuck–s'like I was made to fuck you, baby~" His words followed with a whimper. There was so much heat between the two of you, and the man swore to himself that he could see fogs of his own breath.

Below him, you mewled softly at his sounds. Greet Mother, was he a talkative one, but you loved it. Yearned for it, even. Your thin arms helplessly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down toward you to bask in his warmth and allow his sweat slicked skin to bring you back down to Pandora.

Neteyam scrunched the mat beside your head in his fist, using his free hand to pull one of your plush thighs tighter around his waist as he quickened his pace even more. "Oh, fuck– you are so good to me Yawne, so g-ood." His voice cracked on the last word and a low growl left his lips soon after. He looked down at your smaller frame below him, his eyes heavily lidded and his mouth slightly agape.

Eywa, you were beautiful. The Great Mother had blessed him so much, and he couldn't be more greatful. The hand he had on your thigh loosened quickly, bringing itself up to sweep back the stray hairs that stuck to your perfect little face. A whimper left your throat at the action and you cracked your large eyes open, staring back at the man with your pupils ever so slightly dilated.

"Teyam.." You almost whispered, beginning to gnaw on your lower lip. "Yes, pretty girl? What is it sweetheart?" He huffed out, gazing at you lovingly. He didn't even need an answer when he felt you begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock. "M'gonna cum— I-I'm cumming—" Your pitch went up a few octaves and your eyes squeezed shut. You tightened your thighs around his waist as they begun to shake violently and dropped your head harshly, the pain of the compact not even registering due to the immense pleasure that shook through your entire body.

A strangled groan forced itself from Neteyam's throat as he too was thrown into bliss due to you, sending a few hard thrusts before pulling out and spraying his slightly blue tinted sperm on your pretty little stomach. Once he was sure he was spent, he slipped his still hardened cock back into your heat and stayed there. He leaned down and peppered feathery light kisses around your soft face, neck, jaw, ears and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings to you every so often between kisses.

After a while of this, he finally pulled out with a soft kiss to your dampened forehead to quiet the light whimper you let out at the lack of warmth. He backed off of you with a grunt and leaned over to the side where a small bowl sat filled with what was originally hot water, now turned the perfectly warm temperature due to your long session. He picked up the soft cloth that was placed neatly folded next to the bowl and dunked it into the water, turning his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him.

He smiled softly when he registered your exhausted face, lips slightly glossed over and parted, eyes shut and the skin of your brows slightly crinkled. He brought the dampened cloth up and ever so gently wiped away his semen before dragging it down between your toned thighs and delicately wiping away the slick, making sure to be soft as ever when he reached your swollen cunt.

Once finished, he put the now dirty rag back into the bowl and moved to lay beside you, gently pulling your body to rest against his chest instead of on the mat below the two of you.You hummed softly when you felt his warmth, curling into his side and nuzzling your face into his neck. He pushed down the needy mewl that threatened to escape his throat and wrapped his tail protectively around your hip, his ears flickering every so often as the bushy end of his tail tapped softly against your side, obviously showing his excitement and joy in your position.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, simply basking in each other's company before the inevitable came. Neteyam's heart skipped a beat when you began to speak, the hand he had placed under you paused its lazy circling on your back. "Teyam," the word was soft and gentle, your angelic tone making his heart do somersaults in his chest before it clenched painfully at the fact that he knew what you was going to say next.

"Yes, my light?" He hummed almost hesitantly in a whisper, afraid that if he spoke to loud, the moment would end. "Tarsem is expecting me. I am to join him on a hunt in a few moments." You deeply inhaled his scent before gently kissing where his shoulder met his neck. "Can you not skip it, Yawntu? Just want you all to myself a bit longer." His ears fell when you sat up, a frown making its way onto his face. Jealously filled every crevice of his being, rolling off of his aura in thick waves.

He quickly sat up after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead against your shoulder blade. "You know I want to, but he is my teacher, I can not flake out on him with nothing short of a notice." You turned your body to face him again, leaning forward to push one of his long braids behind his drooping ears.

He couldn't help the enlargement of his pupils as he gazed so lovingly at your pretty face, taking your free hand into his much larger one to gently smooth over your knuckles.

It took everything in you not to visibly flinch and tear away from the man and run away from that dreaded look. That look that you were so not used to seeing.

Lust filled gazes, envy filled gazes, you was used to those. That was all you ever seen.

But you didn't know if you could ever get used to the way he looked at you. With such compassion, such pride and devotion, such love. "Will you help me put this on?" You finally spoke, focusing your gaze on the necklace that was neatly placed to the side. Neteyam was always so gentle when it came to you, and that still applied when it came to removing your clothing. His fingers always so gentle to not tear anything and ruin your pretty jewelry or even prettier loincloths.

"Of course, ma'yawne. Anything you want." He spoke gently, already reaching for the jewelry. You huffed out of your nose, taking his free hand into yours and pulling the both of you up. He watched carefully when you crouched back down to grab what he guessed was your neck accessory before standing back up to your full height. You turned your back to him, reaching your slim hand behind you to sweep your long braids to one side of your head, silently allowing the warrior permission to put on the necklace.

He worked quick to secure the pretty woven material around your neck, trying to replicate that perfect little bow that you always seemed to do with them. He silently cheered himself on in his head when he did it, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder to signalize he was done.

"This as well, please?" You almost whispered out when you registered his long fingers leaving your neck. His eyes trailed down your slim figure and stopped at the base of your tail, which swayed ever so softly, your bushy tip tapping his ankle every so often. Your hands were holding the strings of your loincloth to your sides, pinning them in place. You could tie it yourself, hell, you've been doing it all your life, but you guiltily didn't want the feeling of his burning touch leaving your soft skin yet.

Neteyam hummed in response, a grin settling on his face, sharp canines on display, as he reached his fingers down to grasp the strings you were holding. He paused for a moment, trying to remember how you had it tied this time around. It would've taken longer to remember if it weren't for the fact that he shamelessly always had his eyes on your tail anytime he seen your pretty backside and it was easy enough to replicate the style.

He let his fingers run down the base of your tail for a moment, just to make your spine tingle a bit before hie dropped his hands to his side. You let out a soft chuckle, turning to face him with a crank of your neck, the close proximity forcing you to look up higher than usual. You trailed your soft hands up his toned chest, eliciting a low groan from him when you hooked your thin finger into his choker, pulling him toward you in an almost rough manner.

He raised his brow, almost daring you to continue. But of course, you didn't. Instead, placing a quick peck onto his nose. "I will see you at dinner, yes?" There goes that angelic voice again, like the prettiest song he had ever been blessed enough to hear. "Mm, must I go the rest of daylight without seeing you? You wound me, Yawntutsyìp." You giggled a bit at his teasing, your deep dimples displayed like prizes when you smiled so genuinely.

"Yes, you must. Save me a seat next to you." Referring to dinner, you placed a lingering kiss to his cheekbone before finally forcing your hands off of his warm body and beginning to exit the large tent.

"I always do." He muttered out after you left. He wasn't lying, he always left a space for you during dinner but you had never actually sat there, always telling Neteyam you would feel out of place. Then his eyes widened when he fully registered your words. Were you finally going to sit next to him? Meet his family and make it known to everyone that you were truly his?

Neteyam felt his chest flutter for a good few seconds before it tightened, disappointment now filling every inch of his strong, toned body. The grin on his face slowly fell, along with his ears, and his tail drooped lamely to the floor.

In the moment, everything was great. It was so easy to convince himself that you two were mates, fooling himself for what felt like a lifetime until you undoubtedly left and it would sink in. You weren't his, and he wasn't yours. Oh, how envious he was of his naive self just moments ago, when all the distress and confusion and anger would leave his body when he got to spend time with you.

He had built a home within your presence and couldn't will himself to ever leave.

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He had to remind himself at least a hundred times a day that you weren't his, but he couldn't help the jealousy. He didn't like to share.

When dinner time finally approached, his mood changed drastically and everyone took note to it, though never mentioning it, of course. He was so happy, helping his parents place down all the food and setting up the fire, organizing the many platters so everyone was able to get one fit for them.

When he sat down next to his youngest sister, his family members took note to the obvious empty spot next to him that he always kept there. They wouldn't have otherwise noticed if it weren't for the fact that he seemed to almost growl at anyone who dared to take a seat there, even his own friends.

They were completely awestruck and surprised when you walked over, wordlessly taking a seat next to the eldest son of the Olo'eyktan and sending him a sweet smile. They all watched as the boy stared blatantly at you as though you had personally hung up each individual star in the sky. His pupils were slightly blown and his ears were firmly pressed to the sides of his head, that awestruck expression permanently displayed on his face.

He'd introduce you to his family, finally, with a giddy tone, bragging about your many titles and claiming you as his bestest friend.

Lo'ak knew this wasn't the case, though.

Ever since the first time you two had fucked, Neteyam made a mental note to himself that he would brag about it to Lo'ak, without saying your name of course. He'd also made a mental note that he wanted to introduce you to his family immediately, allowing you into the depths of his life and silently seeking approval from you and his family so he knew he could carry on with his nonexistent and unofficial plan of courting you.

His family was exceptionally nice, admittedly a bit weirded out by Neteyam's behavior but chalking it up to nothing and being overall very kind and accepting of you. It went unnoticed to them, or at least Neteyam thought so, seeing as no one commented on it– not even Tuk who always pointed out the obvious,—how his tail wrapped around your waist and how he pulled the two of you closer together.

He was borderline purring every time he spoke to anyone, though his eyes always glanced at you. He offered you his platter which was filled with many fruits, vegetables and meats to your liking. You were more than sure he did it on purpose, but you accepted his gestures, making a point to feed him some of the food every so often so the fool didn't starve.

His parents quickly caught onto this behavior and made silent mental notes to one another to speak to their son about the very public display of courtship when he hadn't even consulted them yet. They wouldn't say anything yet though, to spare the both of you the embarrassment.

The dinner had passed too quickly for Neteyam's liking and before he could ask to walk you to your tent, his parents were dragging him away, claiming they needed to discuss some Olo'eyktan business or whatever poor excuse Jake came up with.

His parents were quick to scold him for his such public displays of affection for a woman they had never truly even met up until then. He was quick to calm them down though, assuring them that you were in fact worth it and telling them he planned on courting you. After a short discussion and mulling it over, Neytiri and her husband somewhat accepted of this, they would never tell their children who they could and couldn't love, but they needed some more time to approve of this girl and discuss Tsahik training as soon as possible.

Neteyam was ecstatic to have gotten the approval that he yearned for from his parents; the two most important people in his life. Their opinions of you mattered more than anything. He was quick to thank his parents before bidding them farewell and making his way over to your tent.

With a large grin on his face, he pulled the privacy flap back and entered, eyes scanning the area before finally falling onto you who was busy weaving what looked to be another piece of jewelry. Neteyam swooned, you were so talented at so many different things. How could you not see it?

"Hello, my light." He cooed softly, watching as your tail flickered happily at the sound of his voice. You peered over your shoulder, smiling sweetly at the sight of your dearest friend.

"Hi, 'Teyam," Your soft, angelic voice spoke so soothingly. Neteyam was scared he would melt into a literal puddle on your floor. He pushed down the purr that itched to escape from the confines of his throat and instead slowly begun walking toward where you were seated on the ground.

"Back for seconds already?" You teased. Neteyam laughed, taking a seat directly in front of you. He pondered for a moment. "Not originally, but if you're offering..." He joked back. Well, half joked. You giggled lightly, an airy sound, so heavenly to Neteyam's ears.

"I apologize for not walking you home tonight, my parents weren't very happy with me." He sighed, gazing longingly at you. You gave a soft shrug, focusing your attention back onto the neck piece you were weaving and avoiding Neteyam's intense gaze that you could practically feel.

"It is alright, there is always tomorrow." The both of you fell into a calm silence, save for the light crackling of the small fire in the room that provided you with a light source.

You weren't an idiot, you had a small hunch at what Neteyam was coming here to talk to you about after the way he acted tonight–you of course being no help and enabling the behavior– ,but you were scared of your suspicions truly being true. You bit your lip as you waited inevitably for what was to come, the conversation that you were dreading most since the start of you and the future leader's interesting friendship.

"Baby?" The English nickname had your heart stuttering in your chest. You hadn't originally known what it meant, but after asking Neteyam one night you learned it was a term of endearment. Something his father called his mother when he was much younger.

A term lovers used with one another.

It felt as though the room had shrunk smaller. You swallowed, still focusing on your task at hand. "Yes,'Teyam?" Your heart beat erratically in your chest. "We need to talk." His words were light, airy. If it were any other person in any other moment, you wouldn't be half as scared as you were now.

"We are talking." You forced a light laugh. Neteyam didn't respond for a few seconds, instead placing his large hand over yours to pause your actions. You did, swallowing dryly and ears lowering themselves until they were pinned to the side do your head.

"Can you look at me, please?" No, you wanted to tell him. Because you were scared of what you would see. What you knew would be waiting for you. That look, the one you had only recently had the displeasure of seeing thanks to the warrior in front of you. That look of intense love that you never even knew was capable for one to hold solely in a gaze, an expression.

Or maybe he had stared at you like that forever, since he had first laid eyes on you when you both were sixteen. And you only noticed recently how his pupils were always blown, how his cheeks were always tinted in color, how his golden eyes seemed to shine even brighter than usual when he was looking at you only.

"Okay." The word left you before you could stop it. You quietly held your breath as you prepared to look up. Your eyes slowly left your nimble fingers and raised, taking in every detail of Neteyam before finally stopping at his large eyes. You forced yourself not to look away and allowed a soft grin to play at your lips as you timidly stared at the man you had claimed as your friend.

Neteyam let out a soft sigh of content when you eyes reached his, and he couldn't help the way his pupils expanded upon finally being blessed with the sight of you focused solely on him. "You are magnificent, beauty in its truest form." His words were spoken softly before he could even stop himself. Your mask cracked and you smiled genuinely at him, your gaze lowering bashfully for a split second.

"You are so corny." you huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes to disregard the way your tail nearly smacked the back of your head in delight. Neteyam grinned widely, canines on full display and eyes just barely crinkled due to the largeness of it as he chuckled. He removed your hands from the jewelry you were still holding and interlocked his hands with yours, squeezing your palms in his.

"You have that affect on me." He spoke with a joking tone but the both of you knew truer words had never been spoken. You gave his hands a squeeze and laughed softly to ward off any tension that threatened to fall upon your shoulders.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You finally said, taking note of the way Neteyam's smile faltered for a quick second. That was all the confirmation that you needed to know what he would say next would be the last cut to sever the thin line between lovers and whatever the two of you were.

He stared at you for a few moments, still smiling softly but you could see the turmoil hidden in his gaze, the slight giveaway of his thoughts within the way the skin between what would be his brows was slightly creased. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He paused, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip and his gaze lowering to your interlocked hands.

He had known you for years, and he was there for you when others weren't. When you experienced heartbreak, when you experienced joy, when you were hurt, when you were singing, when you were laughing. He was there for it all. You just never knew.

You never took notice to the ways his gaze always lingered when you were kids, never took notice to the way Lo'ak or Kiri had always asked you if you were interested in any of the male friends you had– courtesy of Neteyam forcing them to,

never took notice to the way he only ever left trinkets and gifts that you loved to make jewelry out of in your tent with small notes telling you how he hoped you'd enjoy those gifts without revealing his identity,

never took notice to the way he always hovered around protectively to make sure you never got hurt.

You never took notice of him until he finally got the courage to speak to you, years later.

"My light, I must ask that you promise me something." He finally spoke. "Of course, Nete." He smiled at your quick response. "Promise me, you will wait until I finish speaking that you will say something." You smiled teasingly at his words. "I suppose I can." You responded with a small tilt of your head, giving a reassuring squeeze to his large hands. Neteyam let out a soft sigh through his nose, eyes dancing between each of your own, finding it hard to focus on just one or both at the same time.

He ran his thumbs over your knuckles, bringing your hands up to press gentle, lingering kisses upon the backs of them. Your heart fluttered in your chest and your gaze softened unintentionally at him, giving him your undivided attention.

"I thought after all these years, I would have had the courage to tell you long ago, but it seems time is running from us and we are getting older. Eventually I will lose my chance and I don't know what I'd do if I was never able to tell you." He begun to speak. You smiled nervously at his words, still weary of the inevitable that you knew wasn't far out of reach. But you listened intently, hoping whatever he'd conclude to say would bring you to give him the right answers.

"These years I've known you seem to have gone by so fast and I cannot say I am not saddened by it. Every moment I spend with you seems too short, and as the days go by, that time seems to grow even shorter. You are everything to me, the sun, the moon, the stars. You are the light of my life." He spoke so delicately.

You were a bit confused at what he meant by 'these years'. You had only just officially met him a year and a few months ago, when the two of you first slept together and begun your secret rendezvouses. But you decided you would get your answers later, keeping your promise of only speaking when he had finished.

"The reason I get up every morning, what I see every time I close my eyes. It's all you. Ma'Tìyawn, you do not understand the effect you have on me. The pain you bring me when you are not near is unbearable, incomparable to anything I've even felt. But it is all worth it for just a glimpse of your smile when I see you or to have your body pressed against mine. I've known since I first laid eyes on you that I was in love with you. You truly do not understand the power you have over me, over my heart, my soul, my body."

Your throat felt like it was closing up and your eyes widened at his confession. You released his hands from yours and gasped, using one of your hands to hide your ajar mouth. "Oh, Neteyam," you whispered out before swallowing dryly.

He only smiled lovingly at you.

"I accepted it, after a while. That you would never love me the way I love you. That our flirting was just that, friendly banter between two strangers. So I convinced myself that my feelings for you were gone, and you were just another clan member. And then we sleep together for the first time and it all came rushing back tenfold. That night, when I went to you tent to talk about what we had done the night before, I was finally going to admit to you my feelings that I had bottled up for years, and you told me you didn't regret it, so I really thought I'd had a chance," He paused,smile finally falling into a frown as he looked down at his now lonely hands, balling them into first.

"And then you told me you hoped it didn't interfere with our lives, and you just needed that relief. So we didn't stop after that. And I convinced myself again that I was fine with this. I had you in a way no one else has, and that was enough. But it's not enough. It's never been enough. I don't want to only touch you in the safe confines of our homes, I don't want to have to sneak around so no one catches onto what we do, I don't want to listen to the way other men talk about you as though you are a piece of meat and have to pretend to not care."

You bit your lips as tears filled your eyes and begun to fall, the pain you felt clenching your heart was unbearable.

Neteyam softened, reaching his hands up to wipe away your tears, scooting closer until your knees were practically touching. He frowned, the sight of your tears making his heart clench. "Do not waste your tears on me, my light." He mumbled out with a teasing smile, but it didn't help your tears. You couldn't lie to yourself, you knew this was a bad idea the first time it happened and you knew you should've stopped then. Especially given you had took the virginity of the Olo'eyktan's son, as he did yours.

Premarital sex was not only frowned upon, but with the future leader no less would definitely leave you without a mate for the rest of your life if anyone knew. You knew you were attractive physically, and that always seemed to stop people from ever actually getting to know you and only to thirst after you. You were sure Neteyam would be no different, but after giving yourself to him, for the first time in your life, you felt relief. Relief of the stress that came with being a warrior in training, relief of the stress that came with war, relief of the stress that came with the realization that no one wanted you for you, but for your body.

So you didn't want to stop. You ached for the few minutes of bliss where you could just forget, and within a year following the both of you and your continuing actions, the few minutes turned into at least an hour of the two of you just basking in the heat of one another.

You forced yourself to never question and never register that Neteyam was falling in love with you, but it was getting harder to ignore, and you found yourself indulging in the attention you never thought you'd get from another person other than for your physical appearance. Outside of sex, you didn't really know Neteyam, and you didn't want to. Because he wanted to know you, and for that you were scared. Scared that even after he met the real you, he wouldn't want anything to do with you other than sex.

"Neteyam, you..." You placed your hand onto top of his that were still gently holding your face and wiping away your tears. "You don't– you can't love me." You shook your head. His smile never faltered, still staring at you with those blown pupils and bright honey-glazed eyes. "Why not?" He asked in curiosity. You huffed, sniffling and lip quivering as you tried to ignore that ache in your heart that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

"Because you don't even know me– we've never even- never even spent time together, just the two of us, outside of sex." Your voice cracked on the last word, skin of your brows pushing together and gaze falling to stare at Neteyam's chest instead of his face.

Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek to stop whatever negative expression that itched to show at your words. That was true, he had to admit. You two never socialized outside of what you did in one another's home. But that was because you were always making excuses.

"That doesn't mean I don't know you, Yawne." He spoke gently, thumbs now caressing your cheekbones since your tears stopped falling. "I know that your favorite thing to do in your spare time is make jewelry to gift to your loved ones. I know your favorite food are Lionberry seeds. I know that your favorite animal are the Pa'li."

You scoffed. "Those are all basic things I have mentioned to everyone." You shook your head.

"I know you like to hum your mothers old lullaby when you're gathering. I know you poke your tongue out of the side of you mouth when your deep in thought. I know you incorporate specific colored beads into your hair that represents the color of your fathers old cummerbund that you have pinned up on the wall. I know you like to sing and dance with the young children because you feel like they are the only ones who truly see you for who you are." His voice grew quieter with every confession.

Your eyes are widened now, but you still don't think it's enough. You look off to the side, not even wanting to look at the warrior anymore.

"I know you pick at the skin of your arms when you talk to people because your anxious of their intentions. I know it took you years to decide you wanted to train to become a warrior because it helps you feel closer to your parents. I know you. I See You. I love you." He finished by gently pressing a kiss to your nose.

A sob fell past your lips and you quickly scooted away from him, the warmth of his body no longer bringing you the solace you itched for.

You wanted to believe him, and maybe a part of you did– but you buried that part into the depths of your soul, refusing to let it resurface and give you hope of something you would've never thought you could receive. Because hope was for losers, and you weren't one to lose.

"No, we– this is purely physical. That's all it is. All it is supposed to be." You argued, your head shaking as you wiped away a new wave of tears dribbling down your soft cheeks.

"But it doesn't have to be. I-I..You can try to convince yourself all you want, but we both know my feelings are not one-sided." The skin of Neteyam's brows furrowed together, his voice still soft to not rile you up. You slumped, letting your head fall into your hands as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. Your head was starting to hurt and you were already tired from this conversation.

"What would even come from this?" Your voice spoke out before you could stop it, your face still buried in your hands.

"What?"

You gathered what thoughts you could and raised your head to stare at the man before you. You took in his slightly confused expression and decided to continue on. "If we were to become lovers, what would that entail?" Neteyam frowned, blinking at you, but his cheeks grew in color at the simple thought of being lovers.

"You are to be the leader of this clan, given a few years, 'Teyam. W-would I have to train to become the next Tsahik? Would your parents even approve of their noble son mating with an impure woman who hasn't even made a name for herself?"

"I'm not made for that kind of life— I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure!" You finished with another sob. Neteyam could feel his heart clench in his chest.

"Then I'll give up being the future leader if it means I wouldn't be able to spend my life with you. Tarsem could take my place instead." Your eyes widened at the statement.

"Neteyam, no! You can't give up your entire future just for me—" Neteyam scoffed.

"Baby, I'd cut off my head if you asked me to. A silly title is nothing compared to a lifetime with you." He finished with that gorgeous grin of his. You could feel you cheeks heat up at his statement. He was willing to give up his entire future for you. But why? You weren't anything special, just another woman in the clan. You were an exceptional warrior, but nothing outstanding. Nothing that was worthy enough to have the heart of the greatest warrior in the clan. The greatest man in the clan.

But looking up and meeting that gaze, you knew you wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise. It would be pointless to try. And yet you couldn't help it.

"You... You deserve so much more than me, Neteyam. You deserve someone who could I've you the whole world—"

"You are the whole world. You're my entire universe, Ma'Tìyawn. Your eyes, they shine so bright when you are happy, like two large stars. And your smile, so blinding, like the sun. Your joy puts the Sky's to shame. The constellations are meaningless compared to you."

Your mind was empty. You didn't know what else you could say to show him it would never work out, so you just said the first thing that popped up in your head.

"I'm not in love with you." And the whole world seemed to stop. Neteyam's expression faltered and slowly fell. You were holding your breath. Had this finally got him? Was this the end of this excruciating conversation?

And yet, your heart felt even heavier than before.

"You're lying."

"What?"

"You're lying to me." His eyes narrowed.

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Not this unfinished ending feeling like a cliffhanger… maybe if this does well I’ll try and make a part two🤗

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[aged up] Neteyam x Afab!Metkayina!Reader

Mature Content ahead.

Wc: 1142

!Sfw!

— Neteyam is not a jealous guy at heart, but he does sometimes have his moments of insecurities. Though, he doesn't otherwise fully express them to you because he knows they don't matter, and you love him regardless.

— Neteyam loves the way you smell. In his words, you smell like the first day of Spring, fresh rain after a long summer of drought, flowers, sunshine, and him.

— Neteyam compliments you every chance he gets, and when he has to leave before he could properly say goodbye to you (I.e when you are asleep) he writes them down on pieces of cloth and leaves them for you to find.

— Physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of survive are all his love languages and the love languages he needs from his partner.

— i.e He needs to be touching you at all times, may it be a tail around your calf or a hand splayed across your lower back. He feels he must express how much he loves you, but sometimes words aren't even enough. So, he does things for you; i.e make or have someone make the finest jewelries, hunt the finest foods, make your home as comfortable as possible, etcetera.

— Neteyam wants a large family, like he had growing up. (Maybe five or six) But he doesn't want his children to have to be born in the aftermath in war, so he wants to wait a few more years until he's sure they can be born and not have to worry like he and his siblings had.

— going back to the first hc, he feels sometimes inferior to the Metkayina men for their size compared to him (although, he takes after his father and gains muscle pretty easily)

— he has violent nightmares from the night he almost died.

He'll wake up in a cold sweat, tears quickly forming and spilling from his bright eyes, harsh sobs racking his body as his hands violently try to grasp at the still very apparent gunshot scar along his hard chest. In times like those, only you or his family can soothe him.

— The nightmares usually result in violent panic attacks as well.

You still remember the first time it happened, being woken up by the sounds of someone choking. Looking over to see your lover seemingly panicking and grasping at his throat. You'd rush over, gasping loudly and trying to see what was wrong. You were calling out his name, trying to get his attention but it was like he couldn't even see you. Finally, after delicately placing your hand upon his cheek did he finally look up and see you. That's when the tears came, streaming down his pale face as he tried to express that he couldn't breathe, trying to call out your name in stuttered gasps.

You didn't know what was happening, no one in the Metkayina had ever had something like this happen to them in the years you was alive. You quickly ran to Lo'ak and Tsireya's tent, waking the boy up and telling him something was wrong with Neteyam. Everything that happened after was a blur to you.

— After one night when you and Neteyam had a harsh fight, the both of you completely ignored each other due to stubbornness and went to sleep angry. Neteyam now knows, after he didn't get a wink of sleep and nearly spent the night forcing himself not to wake you up and beg you for forgiveness, to never let it happen again.

— He only lets you give him tattoos after he does something worthy of one. He finds it to be an intimate moment that should only be shared between the both of you. And it's an excuse to stare at you for hours and demand attention.

— On a drunken night out with Lo'ak, Aonung, Rotxo and a few other friends, Neteyam gets your name sloppily tattooed on the skin of his side, under his armpit. That was fun to explain to you and his parents.

His mother damn near gouged his eyes out, his father was doubled over in laughter, tears pricking his eyes from how hard he was laughing, and you were loudly scolding Neteyam's brother and friends for getting so drunk and allowing it to happen.

— His nicknames for you are endless, ranging from Na'vi to even English. His favorites are baby and sweetheart, because he loves how you giggle at the foreign sounds of it. He never actually tells you what they mean in Na'vi, but you know they are endearing.

— Neteyam fell first and harder.

— Before you started dating, and he was too much of a puss to tell you his feelings, he'd confess how he feels about you quietly in English; knowing you didn't understand him. It was a bittersweet feeling for him, but sometimes he felt like he would explode if he didn't spend every waking moment in your presence telling you, so this was his solution.

!NSFW!

— He's a pleaser at heart. Anything you want, he'd do it for you, and with sexual intimacy it was no different.

— he loves holding your hand, no matter the position. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head every time he feels your fingers squeeze around his when you release around him.

— his favorite positions are both reverse cowgirl and doggy. Quite basic, but true. If he wants it to be extra intimate; missionary or 'cuddling'

— he's a switch. He doesn't mind being in control and he doesn't mind you being in control. It's usually whatever you want they night and he's up for it always.

— when he is in control, expect it to be very intimate.

— He's a praiser. He's a body worshiper.

— he's doesn't like degradation especially aimed toward you, but if you really beg for it, he might sprinkle in a gruff "My prettiest whore," or a "My perfect slut," but never anything more.

— He groans a lot and sometimes even slips out small whimpers. He’s quite vocal when you ask him to be, otherwise he’s pretty quiet because he wants to focus on the sounds of you and your wetness.

— when he's close, he starts to speak whatever is on his mind which is usually him just telling you how perfect you are for him and how Eywa graced him so much and he doesn't  know how to repay her or why she had blessed him so much.

— When he's especially close, he begs you to tell him you love him. Like, begs you. "Please, please, baby, say it one more time, please—" It’s the only way he’ll allow himself to cum.

— His aftercare is godly and unmatched. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he’s cleaning you up, he’s feeding you sweet refreshing fruits, the whole nine yards.

— Safe to say, Neteyam is the perfect lover all around.

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[Aged Up]Neteyam x AFAB!Metkayina!reader

Cw: thigh riding, dom!reader, sub!neteyam, handjob, cum consumption, scenting, marking, praise, slight mention of overstimulation

Authors Note; Enjoy lol. Pt2 Otw!

Wc; 1758

His back was arched up, toes curling harshly and breathes quick as he forced his eyes shut. Oh Great Mother, your fingers worked magic on his large cock, stroking his length and twisting your hand expertly around him while peppering his jaw in soft kisses. A thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead as he creased the skin of his brows.

Never in his life had he ever been so submissive, until you came along. You simply brought the man to his knees. And when you offered him a beneficial relationship between the two of you where you just relieve that pent up stress thet you'd have from the long days of training and taking care of your respected siblings, he simply couldn't refuse.

"F-fuck,baby.." He spoke in English, rendering you confused at the unknown words, but still turned on from the whiny way he spoke them. He turned his head away from for a moment, one hand gripping the carpet below him as he writhed in the pleasure he was receiving. "Too much, Y-ah-Yawne," He spoke in Na'vi this time around, throwing his head back as a whimpered forced itself from his throat.

Your thighs subtly clenched together at the sight, pulling your lip between your sharp canines to stop the groans that itched to surface from your chest at his whining. "C'mon, sweet boy. You can handle it. Can't you, mighty warrior?" He groaned at your pet names, his cock pulsing in your hand. "I'm s..I'm so clo-se..ahh fuck" His regularly deep voice went up a few pitches, squeaky and loud as a whine left his dampened lips.

His ears pressed down to his head and he cracked his eyes open to peer at the girl giving him so much pleasure. His free hand shakily moved up to push some stray hairs behind your ear, forcing you to flinch at the sudden touch and force your gaze away from his hard cock. His next words sent shivers down your spine, earning a silent gulp from you.

"Kiss me– please," He begged breathlessly, his pupils doubling in size as he mewled softly. You hummed, quickening your handy work and you tilted your head at him. A kiss wouldn't necessarily hurt, and it would be hot to swallow his sweet moans when he came. You couldn't help but smirk a bit while using your free hand to grip his sharp jaw and bring his face to yours, smashing your plump lips onto his much damper ones.

He mewled at the feeling, pushing himself impossibly closer to you. You gently bit on his bottom lip, earning yourself a pleasurable shiver from the male before you were able to tangle your tongue with his, tasting that sweet fruit he had been snacking on mere moments ago on his muscle. The Navy skinned boy pulled away suddenly, throwing his head back while his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth falling into a wide 'O' shape, and a harsh shudder vibrating through his body.

He was cumming. Hard. A deep guttural moaned ripped from his throat. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please~" The words left his pretty mouth in gasps. He didn't even know what he was begging for. Perhaps a second to catch his breath due to your continuing pace on his now purple tinted cock. Thick ropes of his semen sprayed out of his tip, coating his stomach, chest, and even a bit of his chin in the thick liquid.

You bit your lip and moaned sweetly,nearly orgasming from seeing his pleasure alone, and you hadn't even been touched yet. "S'too much— please, Yawntu–!" He whined out, writhing under your touch. You took pity on the boy and begrudgingly removed your hand from his large, twitching cock. You hummed, grinning a bit and you stared down at your masterpiece. You were quick to learn down and lick up all of his cum, cleaning your pretty canvas up.

Your tongue ran from his overstimulated cock to his toned torso, up to his hard chest and stopping at his chin. You swallowed the liquids up with a purr, now peppering his sharp jaw in light kisses to soothe the panting man. "Did I make you feel good, 'Teyam?" You mewled, licking and sucking on his jaw.

The man moaned at your needy tone. "Shit, princess. Hardest I've ever cum, baby. You're so perfect for me, knowin' exactly how to please me." He groaned out, a sharp grin settling onto his pretty face as he brushed a curly strand of your hair behind your ear. You bit your lip and eyes him seductively, eyes half lidded and pupils blown with want and need.

"Wanna make you feel good too..." he mumbled out when you subtly mounted his thigh and began grinding against it, slick soaking through you thin loincloth and slicking up his pretty, toned thigh. You leaned down and ran your tongue along the shell of his ear before gently sucking and nibbling on the lobe. "Wanna mark you up, show everybody who you belong to." You mumbled in his ear, tongue now running down the shell of it to his jaw, then his neck, until in stopped at where his shoulders met his neck.

You teased that spot, licking, sucking, and grazing your sharp canines over the sensitive skin. You knew the thoughts were wrong and how much shut the both of your would get into if you did, but a part honestly couldn't give two fucks about that.

You hated how the other Metkayina girls subtly flirted with the clueless Neteyam and you always made sure to leave your scent on him just in case one of the bitches wanted to try some shit. But they were getting more confident, coming to the conclusion that you were technically his Karyu and teaching his the ways of the Metkayina, so of course he would reek of your scent for a while.

You hated when you talked to him and got whiffs of other woman, so you made sure to always lead him into a secluded place where you could put your mark on him and bathe him in your scent by kissing him or leaving well hidden marks in his skin.

Now though, the thought of proudly marking him as yours consumed your every thought,and Neteyam wasn't exactly helping. "Please. Want everyone to know who I belong too." He hummed in thought, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed the way you quickened your grinding on his thigh. "You'd like that, Hmm?" You teased some more,gently pressing your teeth into his neck.

He playfully growled at the pleasurable feeling, baring his neck more for you. You brought a hand up to grip his jaw firmly in place and just before you could sink your teeth in and fully indulge, a voice sounded outside of the Marui, rendering both young adults frozen.

"Neteyam, you in there?" The sweet voice of Tsireya spoke out, not making any moves to pull the flap open. Neteyam waited anxiously for the moment to happen, thinking of what excuse he should make up as to not expose them. And yet, a part of him kinda wanted her to. Expose them, so everyone knows he'd spoken for.

"Go on, don't ignore my little sister, Tey." You whispered sweetly, going back to nibbling and licking at the crook of the males neck, anticipation palpable between the two. Neteyam swallowed whining lowly and frowning. A clear signal that he could care less about the girl out there and wanted to get back to you.

When you stopped your ministrations, he knew better than continue being disobedient. "Uh, y-yeah, I'm in here, changing. What do you need?" He cleared his throat as to not seem suspicious when his voice stuttered after you begun to continue your ministrations.. "Oh! Okay. Well, Leina is ready for your guys' date." She giggled out, excitement with an undertone of teasing clear in her tone. "She said to just meet her by the canoes."

Neteyam's eyes widened, heart dropping to his stomach. You were quick to freeze, slowly inching your face away from the man's body as to glare at him. "'Date'?" You mouthed a hint of hurt in your eyes which was quickly masked by amusement. "Oh." Neteyam let out, dazed for a few moments before realizing he had to continue this short conversation.

"Yeah.. Yeah, of course. I'll be out there soon." He spoke with a clear tone, the underlining of boredom making an appearance. Tsireya hummed before the sound of her steps retreating filled the tense air.

You and Neteyam stood still for a few moments, not wanting say anything just yet incase Tsireya could still hear you both. "Well," You scoffed, a grin making its way over your lips. "Can't ever get enough, hmm?" You gave a few pats to Neteyam's cheek before rising up to your feet, looking around the room for your accessories.

"W-wait," Neteyam quickly scrambled to get up, fixing his loincloth to–poorly– cover his still apparent bulge. He watched nervously as you carefully gathered your things, beginning to put them back on. "We– I don't– this isn't—fuck..." The man groaned when the words failed to escape past his lips. You laughed softly. Nearly finished dressing.

"Shhh, sweet thing. No need to sweat just yet. I'd suggest you have your fun before later. Cause you have a big punishment coming." You laughed out, looking over your shoulder at him sinisterly before you finished tying up your necklace. Neteyam froze, watching as you wasted not a single second more before taking your leave.

He gulped, mind racing a bit as he thought about what you said. His heart was beating a mile a minute and yet, his cock was still straining, if not more than before.

He looked down at the prominent bulge, groaning as he threw his head back. He'd have to take care of this before he needed to leave.

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AN; Ending was rushed and kinda sucks but it's okay bc part two finna HIT!!

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Aged Up!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Authors note; this is unfinished but it’s kinda too good to let go to waste, so enjoy🙏🙏

Synopsis: future Olo'eyktan Neteyam cops the prettiest girl in the clan as his pretty little fuck buddy, and he's completely whipped by her and wants to make her his, but she keeps turning him down. He refuses to let her doubts stop them from finding love in its truest form within one another.

Cw; Angst, Fluff, Neteyam completely in love, reader doubting her self worth, crying, VERY intense start(literally smut), friends(ish) with benefits, love confessions, flirting, L-bombs,

Wc; 6,129

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The wet squelches sounded in the small hut, along with the loud groans and moans shared between the two bodies. "Shit, baby–" Neteyam huffed out, gripping your soft hips almost bruisingly. "Damn, Yawntu–you're sucking me in–ah,fuck–s'like I was made to fuck you, baby~" His words followed with a whimper. There was so much heat between the two of you, and the man swore to himself that he could see fogs of his own breath.

Below him, you mewled softly at his sounds. Greet Mother, was he a talkative one, but you loved it. Yearned for it, even. Your thin arms helplessly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down toward you to bask in his warmth and allow his sweat slicked skin to bring you back down to Pandora.

Neteyam scrunched the mat beside your head in his fist, using his free hand to pull one of your plush thighs tighter around his waist as he quickened his pace even more. "Oh, fuck– you are so good to me Yawne, so g-ood." His voice cracked on the last word and a low growl left his lips soon after. He looked down at your smaller frame below him, his eyes heavily lidded and his mouth slightly agape.

Eywa, you were beautiful. The Great Mother had blessed him so much, and he couldn't be more greatful. The hand he had on your thigh loosened quickly, bringing itself up to sweep back the stray hairs that stuck to your perfect little face. A whimper left your throat at the action and you cracked your large eyes open, staring back at the man with your pupils ever so slightly dilated.

"Teyam.." You almost whispered, beginning to gnaw on your lower lip. "Yes, pretty girl? What is it sweetheart?" He huffed out, gazing at you lovingly. He didn't even need an answer when he felt you begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock. "M'gonna cum— I-I'm cumming—" Your pitch went up a few octaves and your eyes squeezed shut. You tightened your thighs around his waist as they begun to shake violently and dropped your head harshly, the pain of the compact not even registering due to the immense pleasure that shook through your entire body.

A strangled groan forced itself from Neteyam's throat as he too was thrown into bliss due to you, sending a few hard thrusts before pulling out and spraying his slightly blue tinted sperm on your pretty little stomach. Once he was sure he was spent, he slipped his still hardened cock back into your heat and stayed there. He leaned down and peppered feathery light kisses around your soft face, neck, jaw, ears and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings to you every so often between kisses.

After a while of this, he finally pulled out with a soft kiss to your dampened forehead to quiet the light whimper you let out at the lack of warmth. He backed off of you with a grunt and leaned over to the side where a small bowl sat filled with what was originally hot water, now turned the perfectly warm temperature due to your long session. He picked up the soft cloth that was placed neatly folded next to the bowl and dunked it into the water, turning his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him.

He smiled softly when he registered your exhausted face, lips slightly glossed over and parted, eyes shut and the skin of your brows slightly crinkled. He brought the dampened cloth up and ever so gently wiped away his semen before dragging it down between your toned thighs and delicately wiping away the slick, making sure to be soft as ever when he reached your swollen cunt.

Once finished, he put the now dirty rag back into the bowl and moved to lay beside you, gently pulling your body to rest against his chest instead of on the mat below the two of you.You hummed softly when you felt his warmth, curling into his side and nuzzling your face into his neck. He pushed down the needy mewl that threatened to escape his throat and wrapped his tail protectively around your hip, his ears flickering every so often as the bushy end of his tail tapped softly against your side, obviously showing his excitement and joy in your position.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, simply basking in each other's company before the inevitable came. Neteyam's heart skipped a beat when you began to speak, the hand he had placed under you paused its lazy circling on your back. "Teyam," the word was soft and gentle, your angelic tone making his heart do somersaults in his chest before it clenched painfully at the fact that he knew what you was going to say next.

"Yes, my light?" He hummed almost hesitantly in a whisper, afraid that if he spoke to loud, the moment would end. "Tarsem is expecting me. I am to join him on a hunt in a few moments." You deeply inhaled his scent before gently kissing where his shoulder met his neck. "Can you not skip it, Yawntu? Just want you all to myself a bit longer." His ears fell when you sat up, a frown making its way onto his face. Jealously filled every crevice of his being, rolling off of his aura in thick waves.

He quickly sat up after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead against your shoulder blade. "You know I want to, but he is my teacher, I can not flake out on him with nothing short of a notice." You turned your body to face him again, leaning forward to push one of his long braids behind his drooping ears.

He couldn't help the enlargement of his pupils as he gazed so lovingly at your pretty face, taking your free hand into his much larger one to gently smooth over your knuckles.

It took everything in you not to visibly flinch and tear away from the man and run away from that dreaded look. That look that you were so not used to seeing.

Lust filled gazes, envy filled gazes, you was used to those. That was all you ever seen.

But you didn't know if you could ever get used to the way he looked at you. With such compassion, such pride and devotion, such love. "Will you help me put this on?" You finally spoke, focusing your gaze on the necklace that was neatly placed to the side. Neteyam was always so gentle when it came to you, and that still applied when it came to removing your clothing. His fingers always so gentle to not tear anything and ruin your pretty jewelry or even prettier loincloths.

"Of course, ma'yawne. Anything you want." He spoke gently, already reaching for the jewelry. You huffed out of your nose, taking his free hand into yours and pulling the both of you up. He watched carefully when you crouched back down to grab what he guessed was your neck accessory before standing back up to your full height. You turned your back to him, reaching your slim hand behind you to sweep your long braids to one side of your head, silently allowing the warrior permission to put on the necklace.

He worked quick to secure the pretty woven material around your neck, trying to replicate that perfect little bow that you always seemed to do with them. He silently cheered himself on in his head when he did it, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder to signalize he was done.

"This as well, please?" You almost whispered out when you registered his long fingers leaving your neck. His eyes trailed down your slim figure and stopped at the base of your tail, which swayed ever so softly, your bushy tip tapping his ankle every so often. Your hands were holding the strings of your loincloth to your sides, pinning them in place. You could tie it yourself, hell, you've been doing it all your life, but you guiltily didn't want the feeling of his burning touch leaving your soft skin yet.

Neteyam hummed in response, a grin settling on his face, sharp canines on display, as he reached his fingers down to grasp the strings you were holding. He paused for a moment, trying to remember how you had it tied this time around. It would've taken longer to remember if it weren't for the fact that he shamelessly always had his eyes on your tail anytime he seen your pretty backside and it was easy enough to replicate the style.

He let his fingers run down the base of your tail for a moment, just to make your spine tingle a bit before hie dropped his hands to his side. You let out a soft chuckle, turning to face him with a crank of your neck, the close proximity forcing you to look up higher than usual. You trailed your soft hands up his toned chest, eliciting a low groan from him when you hooked your thin finger into his choker, pulling him toward you in an almost rough manner.

He raised his brow, almost daring you to continue. But of course, you didn't. Instead, placing a quick peck onto his nose. "I will see you at dinner, yes?" There goes that angelic voice again, like the prettiest song he had ever been blessed enough to hear. "Mm, must I go the rest of daylight without seeing you? You wound me, Yawntutsyìp." You giggled a bit at his teasing, your deep dimples displayed like prizes when you smiled so genuinely.

"Yes, you must. Save me a seat next to you." Referring to dinner, you placed a lingering kiss to his cheekbone before finally forcing your hands off of his warm body and beginning to exit the large tent.

"I always do." He muttered out after you left. He wasn't lying, he always left a space for you during dinner but you had never actually sat there, always telling Neteyam you would feel out of place. Then his eyes widened when he fully registered your words. Were you finally going to sit next to him? Meet his family and make it known to everyone that you were truly his?

Neteyam felt his chest flutter for a good few seconds before it tightened, disappointment now filling every inch of his strong, toned body. The grin on his face slowly fell, along with his ears, and his tail drooped lamely to the floor.

In the moment, everything was great. It was so easy to convince himself that you two were mates, fooling himself for what felt like a lifetime until you undoubtedly left and it would sink in. You weren't his, and he wasn't yours. Oh, how envious he was of his naive self just moments ago, when all the distress and confusion and anger would leave his body when he got to spend time with you.

He had built a home within your presence and couldn't will himself to ever leave.

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He had to remind himself at least a hundred times a day that you weren't his, but he couldn't help the jealousy. He didn't like to share.

When dinner time finally approached, his mood changed drastically and everyone took note to it, though never mentioning it, of course. He was so happy, helping his parents place down all the food and setting up the fire, organizing the many platters so everyone was able to get one fit for them.

When he sat down next to his youngest sister, his family members took note to the obvious empty spot next to him that he always kept there. They wouldn't have otherwise noticed if it weren't for the fact that he seemed to almost growl at anyone who dared to take a seat there, even his own friends.

They were completely awestruck and surprised when you walked over, wordlessly taking a seat next to the eldest son of the Olo'eyktan and sending him a sweet smile. They all watched as the boy stared blatantly at you as though you had personally hung up each individual star in the sky. His pupils were slightly blown and his ears were firmly pressed to the sides of his head, that awestruck expression permanently displayed on his face.

He'd introduce you to his family, finally, with a giddy tone, bragging about your many titles and claiming you as his bestest friend.

Lo'ak knew this wasn't the case, though.

Ever since the first time you two had fucked, Neteyam made a mental note to himself that he would brag about it to Lo'ak, without saying your name of course. He'd also made a mental note that he wanted to introduce you to his family immediately, allowing you into the depths of his life and silently seeking approval from you and his family so he knew he could carry on with his nonexistent and unofficial plan of courting you.

His family was exceptionally nice, admittedly a bit weirded out by Neteyam's behavior but chalking it up to nothing and being overall very kind and accepting of you. It went unnoticed to them, or at least Neteyam thought so, seeing as no one commented on it– not even Tuk who always pointed out the obvious,—how his tail wrapped around your waist and how he pulled the two of you closer together.

He was borderline purring every time he spoke to anyone, though his eyes always glanced at you. He offered you his platter which was filled with many fruits, vegetables and meats to your liking. You were more than sure he did it on purpose, but you accepted his gestures, making a point to feed him some of the food every so often so the fool didn't starve.

His parents quickly caught onto this behavior and made silent mental notes to one another to speak to their son about the very public display of courtship when he hadn't even consulted them yet. They wouldn't say anything yet though, to spare the both of you the embarrassment.

The dinner had passed too quickly for Neteyam's liking and before he could ask to walk you to your tent, his parents were dragging him away, claiming they needed to discuss some Olo'eyktan business or whatever poor excuse Jake came up with.

His parents were quick to scold him for his such public displays of affection for a woman they had never truly even met up until then. He was quick to calm them down though, assuring them that you were in fact worth it and telling them he planned on courting you. After a short discussion and mulling it over, Neytiri and her husband somewhat accepted of this, they would never tell their children who they could and couldn't love, but they needed some more time to approve of this girl and discuss Tsahik training as soon as possible.

Neteyam was ecstatic to have gotten the approval that he yearned for from his parents; the two most important people in his life. Their opinions of you mattered more than anything. He was quick to thank his parents before bidding them farewell and making his way over to your tent.

With a large grin on his face, he pulled the privacy flap back and entered, eyes scanning the area before finally falling onto you who was busy weaving what looked to be another piece of jewelry. Neteyam swooned, you were so talented at so many different things. How could you not see it?

"Hello, my light." He cooed softly, watching as your tail flickered happily at the sound of his voice. You peered over your shoulder, smiling sweetly at the sight of your dearest friend.

"Hi, 'Teyam," Your soft, angelic voice spoke so soothingly. Neteyam was scared he would melt into a literal puddle on your floor. He pushed down the purr that itched to escape from the confines of his throat and instead slowly begun walking toward where you were seated on the ground.

"Back for seconds already?" You teased. Neteyam laughed, taking a seat directly in front of you. He pondered for a moment. "Not originally, but if you're offering..." He joked back. Well, half joked. You giggled lightly, an airy sound, so heavenly to Neteyam's ears.

"I apologize for not walking you home tonight, my parents weren't very happy with me." He sighed, gazing longingly at you. You gave a soft shrug, focusing your attention back onto the neck piece you were weaving and avoiding Neteyam's intense gaze that you could practically feel.

"It is alright, there is always tomorrow." The both of you fell into a calm silence, save for the light crackling of the small fire in the room that provided you with a light source.

You weren't an idiot, you had a small hunch at what Neteyam was coming here to talk to you about after the way he acted tonight–you of course being no help and enabling the behavior– ,but you were scared of your suspicions truly being true. You bit your lip as you waited inevitably for what was to come, the conversation that you were dreading most since the start of you and the future leader's interesting friendship.

"Baby?" The English nickname had your heart stuttering in your chest. You hadn't originally known what it meant, but after asking Neteyam one night you learned it was a term of endearment. Something his father called his mother when he was much younger.

A term lovers used with one another.

It felt as though the room had shrunk smaller. You swallowed, still focusing on your task at hand. "Yes,'Teyam?" Your heart beat erratically in your chest. "We need to talk." His words were light, airy. If it were any other person in any other moment, you wouldn't be half as scared as you were now.

"We are talking." You forced a light laugh. Neteyam didn't respond for a few seconds, instead placing his large hand over yours to pause your actions. You did, swallowing dryly and ears lowering themselves until they were pinned to the side do your head.

"Can you look at me, please?" No, you wanted to tell him. Because you were scared of what you would see. What you knew would be waiting for you. That look, the one you had only recently had the displeasure of seeing thanks to the warrior in front of you. That look of intense love that you never even knew was capable for one to hold solely in a gaze, an expression.

Or maybe he had stared at you like that forever, since he had first laid eyes on you when you both were sixteen. And you only noticed recently how his pupils were always blown, how his cheeks were always tinted in color, how his golden eyes seemed to shine even brighter than usual when he was looking at you only.

"Okay." The word left you before you could stop it. You quietly held your breath as you prepared to look up. Your eyes slowly left your nimble fingers and raised, taking in every detail of Neteyam before finally stopping at his large eyes. You forced yourself not to look away and allowed a soft grin to play at your lips as you timidly stared at the man you had claimed as your friend.

Neteyam let out a soft sigh of content when you eyes reached his, and he couldn't help the way his pupils expanded upon finally being blessed with the sight of you focused solely on him. "You are magnificent, beauty in its truest form." His words were spoken softly before he could even stop himself. Your mask cracked and you smiled genuinely at him, your gaze lowering bashfully for a split second.

"You are so corny." you huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes to disregard the way your tail nearly smacked the back of your head in delight. Neteyam grinned widely, canines on full display and eyes just barely crinkled due to the largeness of it as he chuckled. He removed your hands from the jewelry you were still holding and interlocked his hands with yours, squeezing your palms in his.

"You have that affect on me." He spoke with a joking tone but the both of you knew truer words had never been spoken. You gave his hands a squeeze and laughed softly to ward off any tension that threatened to fall upon your shoulders.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You finally said, taking note of the way Neteyam's smile faltered for a quick second. That was all the confirmation that you needed to know what he would say next would be the last cut to sever the thin line between lovers and whatever the two of you were.

He stared at you for a few moments, still smiling softly but you could see the turmoil hidden in his gaze, the slight giveaway of his thoughts within the way the skin between what would be his brows was slightly creased. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He paused, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip and his gaze lowering to your interlocked hands.

He had known you for years, and he was there for you when others weren't. When you experienced heartbreak, when you experienced joy, when you were hurt, when you were singing, when you were laughing. He was there for it all. You just never knew.

You never took notice to the ways his gaze always lingered when you were kids, never took notice to the way Lo'ak or Kiri had always asked you if you were interested in any of the male friends you had– courtesy of Neteyam forcing them to,

never took notice to the way he only ever left trinkets and gifts that you loved to make jewelry out of in your tent with small notes telling you how he hoped you'd enjoy those gifts without revealing his identity,

never took notice to the way he always hovered around protectively to make sure you never got hurt.

You never took notice of him until he finally got the courage to speak to you, years later.

"My light, I must ask that you promise me something." He finally spoke. "Of course, Nete." He smiled at your quick response. "Promise me, you will wait until I finish speaking that you will say something." You smiled teasingly at his words. "I suppose I can." You responded with a small tilt of your head, giving a reassuring squeeze to his large hands. Neteyam let out a soft sigh through his nose, eyes dancing between each of your own, finding it hard to focus on just one or both at the same time.

He ran his thumbs over your knuckles, bringing your hands up to press gentle, lingering kisses upon the backs of them. Your heart fluttered in your chest and your gaze softened unintentionally at him, giving him your undivided attention.

"I thought after all these years, I would have had the courage to tell you long ago, but it seems time is running from us and we are getting older. Eventually I will lose my chance and I don't know what I'd do if I was never able to tell you." He begun to speak. You smiled nervously at his words, still weary of the inevitable that you knew wasn't far out of reach. But you listened intently, hoping whatever he'd conclude to say would bring you to give him the right answers.

"These years I've known you seem to have gone by so fast and I cannot say I am not saddened by it. Every moment I spend with you seems too short, and as the days go by, that time seems to grow even shorter. You are everything to me, the sun, the moon, the stars. You are the light of my life." He spoke so delicately.

You were a bit confused at what he meant by 'these years'. You had only just officially met him a year and a few months ago, when the two of you first slept together and begun your secret rendezvouses. But you decided you would get your answers later, keeping your promise of only speaking when he had finished.

"The reason I get up every morning, what I see every time I close my eyes. It's all you. Ma'Tìyawn, you do not understand the effect you have on me. The pain you bring me when you are not near is unbearable, incomparable to anything I've even felt. But it is all worth it for just a glimpse of your smile when I see you or to have your body pressed against mine. I've known since I first laid eyes on you that I was in love with you. You truly do not understand the power you have over me, over my heart, my soul, my body."

Your throat felt like it was closing up and your eyes widened at his confession. You released his hands from yours and gasped, using one of your hands to hide your ajar mouth. "Oh, Neteyam," you whispered out before swallowing dryly.

He only smiled lovingly at you.

"I accepted it, after a while. That you would never love me the way I love you. That our flirting was just that, friendly banter between two strangers. So I convinced myself that my feelings for you were gone, and you were just another clan member. And then we sleep together for the first time and it all came rushing back tenfold. That night, when I went to you tent to talk about what we had done the night before, I was finally going to admit to you my feelings that I had bottled up for years, and you told me you didn't regret it, so I really thought I'd had a chance," He paused,smile finally falling into a frown as he looked down at his now lonely hands, balling them into first.

"And then you told me you hoped it didn't interfere with our lives, and you just needed that relief. So we didn't stop after that. And I convinced myself again that I was fine with this. I had you in a way no one else has, and that was enough. But it's not enough. It's never been enough. I don't want to only touch you in the safe confines of our homes, I don't want to have to sneak around so no one catches onto what we do, I don't want to listen to the way other men talk about you as though you are a piece of meat and have to pretend to not care."

You bit your lips as tears filled your eyes and begun to fall, the pain you felt clenching your heart was unbearable.

Neteyam softened, reaching his hands up to wipe away your tears, scooting closer until your knees were practically touching. He frowned, the sight of your tears making his heart clench. "Do not waste your tears on me, my light." He mumbled out with a teasing smile, but it didn't help your tears. You couldn't lie to yourself, you knew this was a bad idea the first time it happened and you knew you should've stopped then. Especially given you had took the virginity of the Olo'eyktan's son, as he did yours.

Premarital sex was not only frowned upon, but with the future leader no less would definitely leave you without a mate for the rest of your life if anyone knew. You knew you were attractive physically, and that always seemed to stop people from ever actually getting to know you and only to thirst after you. You were sure Neteyam would be no different, but after giving yourself to him, for the first time in your life, you felt relief. Relief of the stress that came with being a warrior in training, relief of the stress that came with war, relief of the stress that came with the realization that no one wanted you for you, but for your body.

So you didn't want to stop. You ached for the few minutes of bliss where you could just forget, and within a year following the both of you and your continuing actions, the few minutes turned into at least an hour of the two of you just basking in the heat of one another.

You forced yourself to never question and never register that Neteyam was falling in love with you, but it was getting harder to ignore, and you found yourself indulging in the attention you never thought you'd get from another person other than for your physical appearance. Outside of sex, you didn't really know Neteyam, and you didn't want to. Because he wanted to know you, and for that you were scared. Scared that even after he met the real you, he wouldn't want anything to do with you other than sex.

"Neteyam, you..." You placed your hand onto top of his that were still gently holding your face and wiping away your tears. "You don't– you can't love me." You shook your head. His smile never faltered, still staring at you with those blown pupils and bright honey-glazed eyes. "Why not?" He asked in curiosity. You huffed, sniffling and lip quivering as you tried to ignore that ache in your heart that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

"Because you don't even know me– we've never even- never even spent time together, just the two of us, outside of sex." Your voice cracked on the last word, skin of your brows pushing together and gaze falling to stare at Neteyam's chest instead of his face.

Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek to stop whatever negative expression that itched to show at your words. That was true, he had to admit. You two never socialized outside of what you did in one another's home. But that was because you were always making excuses.

"That doesn't mean I don't know you, Yawne." He spoke gently, thumbs now caressing your cheekbones since your tears stopped falling. "I know that your favorite thing to do in your spare time is make jewelry to gift to your loved ones. I know your favorite food are Lionberry seeds. I know that your favorite animal are the Pa'li."

You scoffed. "Those are all basic things I have mentioned to everyone." You shook your head.

"I know you like to hum your mothers old lullaby when you're gathering. I know you poke your tongue out of the side of you mouth when your deep in thought. I know you incorporate specific colored beads into your hair that represents the color of your fathers old cummerbund that you have pinned up on the wall. I know you like to sing and dance with the young children because you feel like they are the only ones who truly see you for who you are." His voice grew quieter with every confession.

Your eyes are widened now, but you still don't think it's enough. You look off to the side, not even wanting to look at the warrior anymore.

"I know you pick at the skin of your arms when you talk to people because your anxious of their intentions. I know it took you years to decide you wanted to train to become a warrior because it helps you feel closer to your parents. I know you. I See You. I love you." He finished by gently pressing a kiss to your nose.

A sob fell past your lips and you quickly scooted away from him, the warmth of his body no longer bringing you the solace you itched for.

You wanted to believe him, and maybe a part of you did– but you buried that part into the depths of your soul, refusing to let it resurface and give you hope of something you would've never thought you could receive. Because hope was for losers, and you were tired of losing.

"No, we– this is purely physical. That's all it is. All it is supposed to be." You argued, your head shaking as you wiped away a new wave of tears dribbling down your soft cheeks.

"But it doesn't have to be. I-I..You can try to convince yourself all you want, but we both know my feelings are not one-sided." The skin of Neteyam's brows furrowed together, his voice still soft to not rile you up. You slumped, letting your head fall into your hands as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. Your head was starting to hurt and you were already tired from this conversation.

"What would even come from this?" Your voice spoke out before you could stop it, your face still buried in your hands.

"What?"

You gathered what thoughts you could and raised your head to stare at the man before you. You took in his slightly confused expression and decided to continue on. "If we were to become lovers, what would that entail?" Neteyam frowned, blinking at you, but his cheeks grew in color at the simple thought of being lovers.

"You are to be the leader of this clan, given a few years, 'Teyam. W-would I have to train to become the next Tsahik? Would your parents even approve of their noble son mating with an impure woman who hasn't even made a name for herself?"

"I'm not made for that kind of life— I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure!" You finished with another sob. Neteyam could feel his heart clench in his chest.

"Then I'll give up being the future leader if it means I wouldn't be able to spend my life with you. Tarsem could take my place instead." Your eyes widened at the statement.

"Neteyam, no! You can't give up your entire future just for me—" Neteyam scoffed.

"Baby, I'd cut off my head if you asked me to. A silly title is nothing compared to a lifetime with you." He finished with that gorgeous grin of his. You could feel you cheeks heat up at his statement. He was willing to give up his entire future for you. But why? You weren't anything special, just another woman in the clan. You were an exceptional warrior, but nothing outstanding. Nothing that was worthy enough to have the heart of the greatest warrior in the clan. The greatest man in the clan.

But looking up and meeting that gaze, you knew you wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise. It would be pointless to try. And yet you couldn't help it.

"You... You deserve so much more than me, Neteyam. You deserve someone who could give you the whole world—"

"You are the whole world. You're my entire universe, Ma'Tìyawn. Your eyes, they shine so bright when you are happy, like two large stars. And your smile, so blinding, like the sun. Your joy puts the Sky's to shame. The constellations are meaningless compared to you."

Your mind was empty. You didn't know what else you could say to show him it would never work out, so you just said the first thing that popped up in your head.

"I'm not in love with you." And the whole world seemed to stop. Neteyam's expression faltered and slowly fell. You were holding your breath. Had this finally got him? Was this the end of this excruciating conversation?

And yet, your heart felt even heavier than before.

"You're lying."

"What?"

"You're lying to me." His eyes narrowed.

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Not this unfinished ending feeling like a cliffhanger… maybe if this does well I’ll try and make a part two🤗