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𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚. 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄.

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Being arranged and married to Neteyam please

Summary: neteyam is unsure how to handle the feelings of the bond

an: I think I'm going to make a mini series based on this, what do you think?

Neteyam has not spoken a word since two days ago, which would be understandable considering you have been friends for most of your life but not so much since that way the day of the bonding ceremony.

It's awkward, no doubt. Despite growing up together there were still things unknown to each other. Now it is time to grow closer to each other, learn each other in a different aspect but it feels intimate, too intimate for childhood best friends or that's what you tell yourself anyways. Seeing the way nateyam blatantly ignoring you hurts.

Skilled fingers wave and thread the straw, making what seems like the millionth basket in the last two days, trying to bust your never ending nerves. Neteyam makes his way through the hut, no doubt on his way to train with his father, however, today he turns to look at you, stepping so close that your heart pounds inside your chest. Watching his arm extends and pinch two fingers to feel the integrity of the rim of the basket, "They are nice." And just like that, he's gone. That's the worst part, the tsaheylu only made it worse. Being so close but so far away, he has blocked you from his emotions and memories at this time. So, you have decided to do the same.

Over the next few days everyone but Neteyam has noticed the change in you. You have not had much of an appetite, stress will do that. You have been distancing yourself from others - it wasn't neteyam it was the stupid bond, it makes you feel anxious. Your bond, your body craves him, wants his presence at all times and now, you're lucky if you see him for more then 1 hour a day.

Lo'ak is the first one to ask, you have decided to go for a walk and him, wanting to check up on his new sister had decided to join. "hey, have you been okay?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Don't take this the wrong way but you look terrible."

You stop walking, while you felt it, you didn't think it was that visible. "It's just so different Lo'ak. I've heard people talk about the Tsaheylu but experiencing it, I feel as if I can't survive without him. I know this has been arranged since we were children but we are friends, now he acts as if he has not known me his whole life. How can he not feel this?"

"Well, sister. Neteyam is always trying to protect people, and now, even from himself. "

The next day Jake decided to ask Neteyam himself, overhearing Kiri and lo'ak speaking about it. He decided the best approach for his son would be using his own stories. The two of them soar above the skies, ikrans getting antsy since it has been days. Water soars underneath them, nateyam allows himself to close his eyes as the cold wind stings his face.

"You know son," his father's voice through the comms breaks his moment of peace, "When I was human I had a lot of girlfriends."

"Well that's great dad."

Jake couldn't help but chuckle, "But none of them were like your mother. Tsaheylu is sacred, I have never felt like this for someone."

In a periphery of his right he sees his father touch his chest - right over his chest. "She is always here with me, she has always given me everything, for that I must care for her always. Neteyam, you must care for your mate always. She is struggling with this just like you.

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What neteyam doesn't expect hours later from returning from solo hunting is his mother's fingers pulling at his ear the moment he turns around.

"Ow, ow, mother, stop!" He hisses, body hunching as his mother walks him towards a stump and forces him to sit. She crouches low onto her feet and gives the look that only an angry mother can.

"What is wrong with your mate?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Neteyam doesn't get another word before his mother's hand smacks the back of his head.

"You idiot, I have raised you better than this! You are to love your mate! Have you not noticed how she barely leaves the home? How she looks sickly? She is not eating, not speaking. This bond is everything, you must treat her as such!"

After his mother's scolding, neteyam found himself walking home with his tail tucked between his legs. His heart heavy. He felt the bond pull of course, he felt the way it moved through his body when near you and longed to be near you when he wasn't but didn't know how to put these feelings into actions nor words.

He stops, taking a deep breath and finally letting down the walls of the bond down. A wave of emotions hit him like a truck, he's feeling you. His heart pounds, feeling as if it is behind squeezed and ripped from the confines of his chest.

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It's dinner time no doubt, judging by the smell of smoke that fills the air. However, your stomach can't handle any thought of food. Instead, you pull the blanket closer and close your eyes but that's until you feel a large hand on your ankle.

Eyes shooting open and picking a leg up to kick but you are only met with your husband, "Come, we will eat dinner."

However, you ignore it and pull the blanket to your chin. "I am tired."

There's no time to pull back as the blanket is taken from your body and his hand is pulling at your wrist, "Come, wife. You are loosing weight."

Nateyam's hand does not leave your back the whole way to the fire, the touch at your shoulders to help you sit and takes his place next to you. There's a large plate placed in front of you, he watches the way you turn your nose up and sighs. "You need to eat."

"I am not hungry, Neteyam." His name comes out as a slow hiss but he only moves closer, the proximity makes your skin buzz. The meat is brought to your lips by his hand, your eyes flicker from his own to the eyes of the other that watch, his mother's tail falls low under her in anticipation.

While you are mad, you'd never speak out so publicly from your husband. You take the food and chew. Neteyam continues this until there's no food left.

But he doesn't stop there, his hand finds your own as he leans closer to your ear. "I am not the best with words, forgive me for that. I know I haven't been the best mate but I am not sure what to do with these feelings."

His then intertwines your fingers together. "I am sorry for how I've been but now I realize what we have. While not everyone gets to experience how it is to be best friends to lovers, I am looking forward to getting to know you that way. I hope it's not too late for you to forgive me."

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142. "How come you were in love with me all this time?!" "I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!" for Neteyam pretty please 🥹🙏

Kiss

summary: you and Neteyam have your first kiss, thanks to Lo'ak

an: thanks for the request, although I wasn't too happy about what I wrote but I hope you like it! I'm accepting blurbs for Neteyam, lo'ak and jake

It's almost sickening to Lo'ak as he watches Neteyam's ears fold back and acquainted frown that follows. His head turned in your direction to see the man that sits closely with you, sharing part of his portion and extends his hand to feed you.

He hears his brothers scoff, as if he'd laid some kind of unspoken clam over you and no other man could try for your affection. He found it absolutely disgusting. "Look at you, bro."

"Shut up."

"You act like she's your mate or something. You expect her just to know that you like her? That's kind of something you have to tell someone for them to know."

Neteyam hisses as his hand pushes at his chest, it's just enough to make him sway but catch himself as he pushes back, "Back off, brother. It's none of your business."

"Oh, Eywa, you are hopeless."

It's a few hours later when you meet up with Lo'ak again, he's sitting next to the fire with a gloomy look on his face, maybe he did push his big brother a little too far, a little too much teasing. Neteyam hasn't said a word to him since.

You sit down crossed legged next to him, shoulder to shoulder but purposely bump and push at his body. "First, neteyam, now you. Both insufferable."

"What does Neteyam have to do with any of this?" Lo'ak lets out a loud huff but then looks at you with a wide smile as if an idea was born.

"You know he was watching Na'sha and you today." Lo'ak hints as he leans closer to you. "Almost seemed as if he was jealous."

"Jealous?" You laugh, "Now why would he be jealous?"

"You really are gonna ask me that? Like you don't see the way he looks at you? Ever notice how he looks for you constantly, feeds you from his plate?" He facepalms himself as you look at him questionably. "Oh my god you're both so dumb. He loves you!"

"That's not funny to joke about, lo'ak, even for you."

Lo'ak rolls his eyes, "I'm not joking you idiot, you're just both too stupid to notice your feelings for each other."

Neteyam doesn't expect it, he hears your foot step before seeing you. He's confused about the reason why you're running towards him, full steam ahead until you're so close he feels himself almost slipping from the branch.

What he does expect is the your brows pinching in anger as you say, "How come you were in love with me all this time and didn't tell me?!"

With those words his heart drops into the depths of his stomach and his throat goes dry but watching the way your foot taps with anticipation and arms crossed against your chest, something snaps, "I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS ENOUGH."

With those few words he feels oddly free.. like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder but it doesn't last long when he realizes what has just happened. His cheeks flush, heating red as his eyes dart to the ground. "Wait, forgot I said anything."

He's turning to escape this situation, to our space between how freaking embarrassing that truly was but he's stopped by a hand that gently turns him back to face you but instead of the anger he's expected he's met with you lifting off from your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

"Well maybe I didn't tell you something either."

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Neteyam being caring and taking care of you when you're sick ❤️❤️

Sweet girl.

summary: your husband wakes up to you sick one morning

an: requesting blurbs for Neteyam, lo'ak and Jake. NSFW and sfw

Neteyam noticed the moment he woke up, something was very off. Typically, his little wife was usually curled next to his side. Taking up the majority of the hammack with that soft, cotton blanket his mother had woven for you as a gift.

Instead - you're facing the other way, shivering and teeth chattering. A low, soft sound falling from between your dried, chapped lips.

"My love?" Neteyam sits up, base if support falling to his elbows as he leans over as another round of shivers runs through you. Feeling the warmth of his body makes your skin flush hot, worried eyes meeting your own.

You regret the moment you do decide to turn and meet his gaze, nausea balls up in the back of your throat as you let out an uncomfortable groan and the world starts to spin again.

“What’s wrong?” it's not like he cares to hear the reply as he uses the dorsal aspect of his palm, you watch the way the skin pinches between his brows with worry.

There's a moment of silence as you clear your throat, "I think it was too cold last night when I went swimming."

He frowns, noticing the large bags under your eyes, they are drippy, half lidded and heavy with lack of sleep. Cheeks filled with warmth that matches the heat of your forehead.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you, it’s not a big deal.”

Neteyam scoffs at your reply, like it's a defile to his reputation as a husband. It is his job to care for you. "You will never bother me."

"You're burning up." His lips lay a soft kiss to the front of your shoulder, right above your clavicle feeling how hot your skin really is. Suddenly he stands, pulling the blankets until they reach the base of your neck. Just like that, the lack of sleep had finally caught up with you, neteyam watches as your eyes close.

"Baby?" He tries to catch your attention, waking you with a gentle shake as his lips press against your forehead. "Wake up, pretty."

Through half lids Neteyam stands in front of you, one hand holding a steaming bowl of liquid and two very small round ground herbs. "Sit up for me."

But you groan in refusal, not thinking you can stomach anything at this time. He places the bowl on the small stool as a large hand spreads across the center between your shoulder blades and lifts effortlessly to sit you up. Before you can protest, the steam of the liquid warms your face, the bowl pressing against your chapped lips.

The liquid is bitter tasting, you push against his chest with distaste. "What is that?!"

"My grandmother's recipe for sickness. I had to travel far this morning to get it for you and grind the herbs, drink more it's good for you."

"No, I am not drinking that."

Neteyam gives you a stern look as his fingers playfully tap your lips as he catches you off guard, opening your mouth just enough to slide the two tables on your tongue and bringing the bowl back to your lips, "Drink it, sweet girl."

Despite the bile that bubbles in the back of your throat, you take two fingers and pinch your nose before downing the rest of the bowl. Neteyam lets out a hum of approval as he sets the bowl down, body crawling back into the hammack to wrap you around in his arms. Cheek to chest as the small thumps of his heart calms you.

"I thought you had to go with your father."

"I am not leaving your side until your fever is gone."

This makes you roll your eyes over your protective husband. "I can care for myself."

"But as long as I am your husband you will never have to." His next words are stern, "I am not leaving until your fever is gone."

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Something fluffy with Neteyam 💖🥲

warnings: size gap (reader is Na'vi but way smaller than Natayem)

an: accepting blurbs for Natayem, lo'ak and Jake

It's been two days since you have slept, one of Jake's stupid training simulations. You and Natayem tasked with scouting the area for look out training, however, you were exhausted. Eyes lids weighing a ton as your head begins to slowly lower. There's a small lean forward but the hut you propped up against gives just enough support to prevent you from completely falling over.

However, too stubborn to admit shaking your head to keep yourself from dozing off. Nateyam was only feet away, also resting against the wall of the small hut, a piece of straw twiddling between his fingers as he waits for the sign, he has no doubt this is a test from his father. He smiles to himself watching your head fall for what had to be the 5th time in the last 10 minutes.

Natayem had told you to go and get a few hours of rest but you denied. You did sleep a little last night, but Natayem didn't even seem fazed for not sleeping for a while two days. He's always been the perfect warrior, nothing ever seemed to faze him but if he can stay up for this long, why can't you?

It's easier said than done as your eye lids fall heavy again but Natayem smiles to himself at your stubbornness, when he speaks your eyes snap open in shock, he thinks you resemble a cute, little animal who's too excited to sleep. "Go to sleep, I will take watch. I won't tell my father.

"I am fine," You argue, switching the arrows from your left side to lay out flat in front of you. Looking for something, anything to stay busy.

It's only a few minutes later when you're falling asleep again and he can't help but chuckle to himself. So stubborn and proud, but he couldn't help but admit beautiful and those few little seconds that you did manage to slip into sleep, peaceful. "Go sleep, skxawng." [Idiot]

“Mmmhmm.” The soft hum agrees but laced with sleepiness, at the very moment you would agree to anything.

Neteyam and you were anything but strangers, most of your teenage years spent together training and hanging out but there always seemed to be something more - and unspoken fondness but it just made sense. There was no need to complicate things right now, understand your duty to the clan to one day be married to Neteyam, that time will come.

He allows a few minutes to pass to ensure your slumber before sighing to himself, pushing himself to his feet to stand abruptly. Slow, gentle arms slide under your shoulder and posterior knees to support your full weight, lifting you off the ground. He effortlessly lifts you from the ground, majority of the weight leaning against his chest, feeling the warm skin flush against your cheek. "I got you, stubborn Tsun-tsyìp." [little one]

He finds it cute, so stubborn and full of fire that can be so small. It's always been your weakness you thought, being one of the shortest and smallest Na'vi but you always remember Neteyam's words telling you that because of this you have speed, stealth but mostly one time in particular that you were the only one who could sneak into the enemy's base through the vents. You were the hero that day. He has never shamed you for this while not so much now, but as a child you were often made fun of by the other Na'vi children for always being half their size.

He earns a soft mumble from you, eye lashes flickering against your skin but he continues shortening his distance to the little mat inside the hut, "It's okay, I'm just bringing you to bed. Don't be mad."

Nateyam gently lays you down, kneeling beside you as he brings the sheets over your body. His hand rests against your head, it's gentle, affectionate as he feels the skin under his palm.

He's met with your golden orbs that are acquainted with slow blinks, "Thank you, taym."

His hands unstrap the riding gear that wraps around your neck, pulling at laces and throwing it somewhere across the hut to ensure your comfort. The close proximity of it all makes his skin flush, cheeks heating at just how beautiful you truly are.

The moment the much, much smaller hand grasps his own his heart pounds against his chest as you pull him closer as he turns to leave. "Stay."

Is this really happening? He questions as you peer through eyelashes, teetering the edge of sleep. "Can you stay and sleep me with? I feel comfortable when you're around.".

Neteyam thinks about what both of you were sent here to do but doesn't really seem to care as he crawls next to you, arms wrapping around your body and pulling him close. His side of his face pressed against your neck and you curl closer to him, he sniffs your skin gently. Acting calm and collected as his heart pounds inside his chest, "Good night, tsun-tsyìp."

And when he wakes in the morning he has no regret even as he sees his father's face twisted in both anger and disappointment. Test mission failed.

[thefanbasewhore]

Pleaseeeee write with Neteyam and him being so jealous that he finally admits his feelings ? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I need you.

warning: cursing, jealousy and he's a little mean lol

pairing: Neteyam x reader

an: I'm so accepting blurb requests for Neteyam, lo'ak and Jake :)

Neteyam hasn't spoken a word the entire flight back home - which is bizarre considering half the time you can't even get him to shut up for a second whenever he's around. Truth be told you know why, he hates how close you and t'wa are, your childhood best friend but for a man who has blatantly told you that being together would not be possible, it seemed unreasonable to you. There's no doubt that something is there, anyone with eyes can see the lingering stares, the small touches you receive from Neteyam such as when he checks if you're okay, moving your head from side to side, large hand pressed pressing to your waist to guide you through a crowd. Almost conjoined at the hip, the only time you seem to be apart are when he's running drills with his father, even then you seemed to find a way to join.

The last conversation regarding this was months ago, he gave some bullshit excuse of it being too dangerous and that he will bring nothing but danger to your life. Something you had finally learned to accept.

“Why are you so mad over this?” Irritation pinches at your cheeks that flush red as you follow Neteyam into the hut. He may not be the most expressive but today he wears that expressive punch of his brows. He can't seem to get the image of T'wa reaching out to your hands and pressing them against his chest as he asks for you to join him tonight at dinner.

Neteyam's skin is almost as red as your own, filled with anger as his hands shake as he tries to busy himself, reaching for anything in the room to steady his racing heart.

"I'm not." He replies just a little too quickly, short with no room discussion but truth be told he's trying to hold it together. His neck is growing hotter and hotter by the second as he bites his tongue, trying his best to keep his anger at bay which in his stupid, boy way is to ignore it overall.

"I am talking to you " it's clear he hears you as his ears flicker at the verbal stimuli but met with silence again. "I don't understand what you want from me."

This catches his attention as he turns to face you, chest raising and falling with deep breaths. So close that his weight towers over you. "You say that what we have is nothing, that we are nothing but friends but act like this. It's one thing to swear there's nothing between us despite all the love and care we have for each other. We spent every day and night together since we were children But don't act like me talking to T'wa was me betraying you. Not when you swear you don't love me back."

Neteyam's heart jumps inside his chest, stuttering in a irregular patter that only made the blood rush to his head, growing with anger. “Do you want to hear that I was Jealous? Would that make you feel better? Because yes, I am fucking jealous. I didn’t like his hands on you, you touching his skin nor how close he stands next to you at any chance he gets." He takes a deep breath as if he is done but continues as he takes a step closer to you, a large blue finger pressing against your chest as it prods, "Do you want to hear it? That I feel the connection of us? Because If it isn't obvious I fucking do! You fill my head 24/7, I think of nothing but you but my position, my ranking makes it -"

"Too fucking dangerous for me!" You cut him off, "Well, if you don't realize by now, I don't care, Neteyam. I am a warrior, I fight just like you. Your position means nothing to me, it has nothing to do with us. You're a coward!"

"A coward?" He scoffs, "If I'm a coward, then that makes you pathetic for wanting someone like me."

The moment the words leave his mouth, he visibly stiffens, body shrinking from its normal tall and broad shoulders to defeated ones. His eyes instantly look for yours, mouth falling open to apologize but nothing comes. Neteyam catches the way your eyes begin to gloss, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as they drop to the floor to escape the coldness of his words. Turning your shoulders to escape this hut that seemed to drop 10 degrees cooler, he reaches out, hand wrapping around your arm to steady you.

"Wait.."

"I don't get you, neteyam. You say you don't like me, we are nothing but friends but then you drive away the first man who publicly declared anything for me but then call me pathetic?"

Finally, something seems to snap as both of his hands wrap around your arms, bringing you closer as he speaks, “My head is filled with thoughts of you constantly. Every time I close my eyes, all I see you is you! I see you smiling and hear your beautiful laugh. I miss you even when you’re with me. You’re seared in my brain and I just want to keep you safe, it's frustrating!"

It feels as if a weight is lifted from his shoulders, instantly, as his chest raises and falls from lack of breath. Eyes wide in shock to resemble his own, the words finally said. After years and years of silence, they are now out in the universe, never to be returned. Neteyam finally gave in to his heart's voice as he steps closer to you, which you respond with a step back until your back hits the wall and both of Neteyam's arms box you in.

A large hand cups your chin, angles your face to his own as rough but oddly soft lips meet your own and he mumbles, "I have always been yours. You own my heart, my brain, my body. I am a coward, I have always wanted you. I need you."

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Lo'ak being over protective with his SO 🥺🩷

summary: you disobey lo'ak and he's not happy with you.

na: Neteyam's death is mentioned and lo'ak is a few years older then his death

No one dares to speak through the coms on the ride home despite another victory on the behalf of the Na'vi people. The air is thick, filled with tension despite the peaceful waves that breach beneath you.

The ikrans seemed to enjoy the peacefulness, embarcing the change from battle to returning from a mission. They soar past the floating islands with the hopeful return back to the reef. Despite the small party of 5, Jake, Neityri, Lo'ak, Kiri and you, it felt as if all were miles away - Lo'ak made sure of that. No one dared to speak in his presence or they would also face the wrath.

His brows are set straight and wrinkling between his eyes as a sign of frustration, anger radiating from his body and edmits to anyone within miles. He may be angry but it doesn't stop you from leaning closer to him, his scent makes you calm despite feeling your heart beating inside your chest in anticipation.

Lo'ak gave very strict orders, you were not to leave the post, not to head into battle. Stay with Kiri and guard the loot but easier said than done, especially for the fight for your home. You may not have been born Na'vi but walking the same path as Jake, being too young to go into cryp when the humans left and reborn an Na'vi, you decided it was your turn to help.

The image continues to play in Lo'ak's head, the way you leap into action. What makes it worse is everything he's taught you, sweeping, observation until you decide a move was absent. Instead you fought with emotion, not using your brain and it left him with the same taste in his mouth when his eldest brother was murdered.

Being mated to the only living son of the Jake Sully hasn't been easy the last few years. Between fighting for his home, mourning his big brother.. finding you was a surprise, a sweet, happy surprise but the second scariest thing he's ever felt. The thought of losing you.

Lo'ak made sure that you knew he was ignoring you - not a word spoken once landing at home, sitting on the other side of the fire during dinner. He's now disappeared for most of the night, no doubt sitting in front of the sea, hoping to calm waves to calm his own nerves.

But he couldn't shake this feeling, not again. His heart has not been whole, split in two after losing his brother but once his met you, the human girl trapped in the avatar body who was always his missing link. Adventurous and rebellious, he fell head over heels. Those who halves started to form small stitches with every little laugh, every kiss or night he's spent with you. But now, it split again, he feels himself mourning what could have happened. The bonding ceremony was only weeks ago, mated for life and to him, was not taken lightly. Risking everything over an emotional moment was not acceptable. Lo'ak sighs, hands rubbing over his face as he mutters to himself, "Ugh, I sound just like my father."

You thought he would calm down by the time he returned to the hut but he doesn't matter a word, she's met with the cold shoulder as he pretends to busy himself with something on the corner.

"Lo'ak?" His body visibly stiffens, back muscles tensing through the shoulder dressing he wore. He doesn't answer so you try again, "My love.. I am sorry."

Lo'ak turns now, but won't meet your gaze. Very rarely did he get angry with you nor run away from his problems. Your own heart hurt - with the bond every thing was felt, every feeling and emotion stirring inside your body. Lo'ak was afraid the moment he met your eyes, he would forget why he was mad to begin with - he would have to fight his arm from reaching out to the skin of your cheek and leaning in to kiss those soft, gentle lips.

Lo'ak wanted you to understand, wanted you to know just how hurt and terrified he was, he thought he lost you forever. Instead, he focuses on the small beams of sunshine that breaks through the small holes of the hut and illuminates the room. Lo'ak's jaw flexes and teeth clenching exhibits his anger. He takes a breath as his eyes finally meet your own, his chest puffs naturally as he forgets to breathe. "I told you to stay."

He's still donned in his battle gear. His large, muscular arms flexed across the ropes from his shoulder gear. The feathers that don the dress makes his shoulders appear broader, if that was even possible. He easily towers over all the men in the clan, no doubt the genetics from his father. You have just enough height to stop under his breast bone, once human and changed avatar caused you to be the smallest of the clan - much to your dismay.

Seeing him like this, especially with those eyes of disappointment was chilling - your sweet, sweet lo'ak. The man who loved and adored you has never been this angry before, making a mental note to choose your words carefully.

"Lo'ak," You day softly, "I am sorry my love but I have been training for months now, even your dad has been impressed."

“I gave a direct order.” His laser golden eyes are burning your skin. Making your skin burning with fire as he seems too stunned to speak but he takes his time, chooses the exact words.

 “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You follow MY orders." He growls, "You listen to me."

He stands proud, arms tightening around his chest and if even possible seemed to tower over you. But annoyance begins to creep up as you stand taller, “If it was up to you, I would never go.”

“Because you are not ready.”

He earns a scoff from you, face twisted in annoyance. “I’m really getting sick of you acting like I'm some kind of helpless, damsel in distress. I have been training for this! This is my home too!"

He hisses, finally breaking that stupid stance as his finger digs into your shoulder, "That is not it! You know I would never deprive you of protecting your home!"

She hisses back, a smack to the hand that protrudes against her skin. "Oh really, then what is it?"

"When I believe you are ready, you will. You need more training! You are too emotional, you don't think." He growls, "You are still thinking like a human, you are not able to hold your own yet."

"Well, Almighty Lo'ak, tell me, when will I finally be good enough for you? When will you finally stop being this overprotective, sexiest, idiot?"

Watching his face twist into a whirlwind of emotions but as a few minutes pass his shoulders drop. Feeling the mental block of your bond, building a wall not allowing him to feel your emotions despite seeing your eyes fill with tears.

"That is not it.." he whispers and lets out a soft breath. "You are always good enough for me." The tone begins to soften as his hand reaches out to rub your bicep, thumb trying to soothe the fire that radiates within your body.

His braids fall from his updo as he leans forward, bending at his neck until his towering height lowers to your own, forehead meeting your own. "That is not it."

There comes a time where a man picks and chooses his battles, this was one of those times. Despite his own breaking heart and fears, nothing was worth watching you fall apart like this. You're too upset to meet his eyes don't meet his own, not until his finger touches the balls of your cheeks, "Look at me."

"Never doubt you are not good enough for me. I…”

He continues, “I’m not good enough for you. I’m selfish, I don’t want you risking your life out there. I want you here with me, I don't want you to leave me. I am not sexiest, stop with those words. A warrior is a warrior. However, you are my mate. Seeing you jump out in front of those bullets made me feel feelings I don't want to again. It felt like Neteyam all over again."

"I am here, my half."

He sucks in a soft breath, emotion filling his throat. “You won’t be if you keep going on these missions. You are good but someone is always better.”

“I know that but -.”

Lo'ak cuts you off by pressing his lips against your open mouth and mutters softly, “I’m selfish, it’s not you. I can’t live without you, I can’t loose you.”

Lo'ak felt as if his chest was going to explode, the pressure of his grief and fear making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t bear losing another person he loved. "Understand me, please."

He's desperate for your approval, almost ashamed of his anger. Soft hands trail up his abdomen reaching the underneath of his ribs and hugging him softly. "I understand you."

There comes a time where every woman must choose her battles as well, "I will not worry you anymore, I will listen."

[thefanbasewhore]

The protector.

summary: a mission with Neteyam leaves you wounded and he blames himself for why.

The bright, vivid sun is a reminder of life - a reminder that no matter what another day will come. This day in particular is warmer, the animals hum a little louder and colors on full display but that just might be because Neteyam woke up with every intention of spending the entire day with you.

However, much like the sun, there is an ending to every good day. Neteyam finds the smile distracting, the light blue skin stretching into the most breath taking smile, a small giggle makes way past your lips. He watches them for too long then he'd admit, wondering what they would feel like, the proximity of your presence is enough to make him dazed.

he small blue arm that extends, slowly reaches the baby direhorse.

Peering up at him from the tree, making sure he's watching the little creature interaction. He takes a squatting position on the thick branch, bow perched behind him despite his hours and hours of training, ignoring the echoing of his father's voice to never let his guard down. "Look, Neteyam. He's so cute!"

But, how could he not? His mate, his sweet girl, the shy little avatar that is still trying to understand all this, accept the fact that she will be mated with the first born son of Toruk Makto. In fact, this was the first time you have accepted his invitation. It's nothing close to a mission, it was supposed to be a simple gathering of supplies and herbs requested by his grandmother, it was supposed to be safe. But that's until he finally allows himself to hear the branches crunch under weight only meters away.

The sound comes first, the shift of wind follows, head turning just enough that the red feather arrow misses his face but his heart drops watching the trajectory of the arrow. His arms react before anything, pull how bow and shooting at the Na'vi man who thought he was hidden behind the tree.

He leaps into action, landing on his feet, his heels digging into the dirt covered floor of Pandora as he begins his race against the arrow, it follows behind but he's faster, only inches away from his beloved until another one pierces his arm. He's too light on his feet, thrown off balance and falls onto the floor, two large sounding thuds one after another as he feels the hot ripping pain of his skin.

The blood seeps from his arm, tears at his armour but it is nothing but a flesh wound, they missed. Arrows continue to fly past, landing into the ground and the trees around but he doesn't seem to care. His breath hults - his mates body on the floor, arrow sticking from your shoulder. His first thought is to protect, protect his family, protect his people much like his parents that bestowed those very values into him.

He's not willing to breath, even when he sees your chest rising and falling. His own arrows begin to loosen, he doesn't dare miss. One by one the bodies that have the intentions of ambushing behind to fall until there is one left.

The grayish Na'vi wears red across his chest and chin - his eyes are ruthless and murderous, filled with rage but Neteyam's are just as similar except his heart swells with protectiveness, adrenaline pumping as he reaches for his last arrow but only to realize it's none existent.

The bow is discarded as he lowers to a protective stance over your body, knife sliding from its sheth behind his back as he hisses low and slow, a warning of death to the avatar. The avatar doesn't seem to care, only challenging him further as he pulls out his own.

Neteyam gives the avatar no time as his knife descends through the air and into the heart of the gray man.

"Yawnetu," [my love] Neteyam's little nickname he's given you since the beginning, the one that used to fill you with anger but now watching the words fall from his lips with such urgency and trembling, his eyes filled with what can only be described as fear. His hands tremble as the gravity of the situation begins to set in, tears beginning to swell as blood pours from the wound lodged in your shoulder.

"Teyam.." the soft whisper is a breath, it sounds as if it's the last one you will take as you reach for the arrow, trying to pull but he stops it. "No, don't, don't. It's keeping you from bleeding out. It's going to be okay, just look at me."

And you try, you really do try but the weakness makes it impossible, eyes heavy with what can only be described as sleepiness. Neteyam's large hand cups at your cheek, thumb rubbing the soft skin, "No, no, baby. Stay awake look at me!"

The last sound to be heard is the call to his ikran before feeling his warm arms slip under the underbelly of your body and lifted from the ground.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Neteyam listens to every word that comes from tsahik, his grandmother says his mate will survive, and that you need to heal. His grandmother offered to stay, offered to care for her eldest grandson's fated mate, however, he refused.

He was already on edge, sanity holding on by a string. It took him everything not to pry her from the arms of men and women that carried his mate to treatment. Despite what he thought the arrow was more than a flesh wound, he lost too much blood and was starting to feel the effects mid air but nothing was going to stop him from getting his love help.

He looked down at the bandage, fingers running along his own skin as his eyes then returned back to you. Beautiful, peaceful and frail, he had nothing on the amount of blood you lost. His grandmother had shown him how to make the remedy paste that is currently on your wound and that it must be changed every three hours to prevent infection and enhance healing properties.

His grandmother offers a soothing rub to his shoulders, a mutual understanding as he bows his head. The hut is lit with insect wax, all though dark, it allows some illumination of your side profile. He kneels next to the cot, numble tips of his fingers meet your cheeks. Letting out a breath of relief that not only has color began to return but the warmth.

His own cheeks began to burn at the close proximity, never having touched your skin like this. It almost feels wrong, not having your consent but most of all, because it feels so right being this close to you, being so close that your scent fills his nose and clouds his head with thoughts of being with you.

Neteyam is a mother's boy, he can hear is mother's voice now. It calls him an idiot, telling him that he must respect your space and that you will learn to love him. These things take time and will happen because Eywa had made it so. He also sees her scowling, an unmated pair that has not completed in front of Eywa should not be in the same hut.

Neteyam now is crossed legged, sitting on the ground at the head of the cot. Waiting, it's been hours and he's still waiting. He'll wait here for eternity if he needs to. Despite the reinsurance from his grandmother and parents, his body nor mind will rest until those pretty eyes twinkling or those lips saying his name again.

The bounding of his chest never stops - heart stuttering with heaviness, to this moment hands still shaking with fear of what if. He let his guard down, he wasn't strong enough to protect his mate. Now, she lays here with barely any life. His sweet, sweet girl, the one that would do anything to make someone happy, who loved all animals and beings. It's his job to protect.

He has never felt possessiveness like this before, the urge to keep you in this very hut and not allow you to leave but he shakes away the thoughts, it's his nature thinking, not him.

He's been forward with eyes closed, forehead resting against the side of the cot. So caught up in his own mind that he's not noticing the way your eyelashes flutter but that's until you let out soft sigh. The first sight that welcomes you is Neteyam's braids.

The scent of him fills you entirely, while the pain throbs in your shoulder, his presence is grounding. Though they thought you were unconscious but more so in and out during treatment, you heard everything. From his questions, his cries and worries and even prayers for Eywa to allow his beautiful, innocent mate to live. There was a second they all thought you would return back to Eywa but now your eyes have never been more open; you had returned for Neteyam.

Neteyam can't help the gasp that falls from his chest, elongated and relieved. "Baby.. Thank Eywa." He praises, he would always use these silly baby names before.. despite your unsureness for this relationship or lack for better words, not ready at such a young age. But now, as you look at him always think of the random meals that would appear in your hut, the hand weaved and made tops that he would spend hours with his mother learning the different techniques and knots, every little slip from vines or branches his hands would wrap around your waist, steady you against his muscular chest.

The look on your face must have surprised him as he shook his head, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like the names. I'm sorry."

"No," You reply, "It's okay." Trying to reach out but the pain in your shoulder runs down your whole body, makes you hiss which Natayem takes your hands in his own.

The two large hands swallow your own, he begins to bring them towards his lips but thinks and stops but now, you wish he never did. Neteyam the oldest of Jake Sully, the warrior, the protector but there are so many more layers, the provider, the heavier but most importantly, the lover.

"Neteyam," the words come out horse, throat dry and nose twitching from the awful smell of the paste on your shoulder. He hurries to stand, helping you sit up by pressing a soft hand against your back. He sits behind you, allowing his own body to become your own personal rest.

The skin sack is pressed against your lips, the other hand softly touches your chin to prop for drinking. "Shh, you are okay. Just drink, my flower."

He shakes his head, calls himself stupid before starting, "I have to stop that - I'm -.."

You don't allow him to go further, instead the good arm extends, fingers touching the softness of his chin and cups just enough to bring his lips to your own.

His heart is pounding, skin tingling and warmth blooms inside his chest. When your lips met it was gravity - two parts of one half forming together to create what was always meant to be - their love, their bond. Neteyam blinks slowly, almost as if he couldn't believe this moment was happening, heart pounding as your lips leave his own.

"Thank you for saving me."

"I didn't, I wasn't fast enough to make you safe."

"No," You argue, a distaste for his words. Your hand finds his own and extends it across your body to your shoulder to rest over the wound, "This may remind me every day how Eywa blessed me with a mate who would sacrifice all for me, for that, I am rich."

Finally, after all this time, neteyam breaks. Tears began to gather in the corner of his eyes, "I thought you were gone, I was so scared. And I'm confused because now you kissed me after all this time and speak these words when I wasn't careful enough."

With a slow, cautious reach, you wipe the tears from his eyes. "I see you Neteyam."

[thefanbasewhore]

loved your post about over protective lo’ak. can we please get more of that? or just his casual dominant moments in there every day life pleaseee.

hi, thanks for the request. I decided to do head cannons!! -Sky

ps, I'm still accepting more!

Lo'ak is for sure the carbon copy of his father. Protective and fierce, raised to become a great warrior and follow in the shoes of his father but it seems to carry over in your relationship. Not only during battles but every day life.

It doesn't matter where you are, sitting at the fire, amongst conversation with others or even small things such as weaving a new bow string, Lo'ak needs to be touching you. Usually it's a large hand on the small of your back, a silent claim but it speaks, he'll smirk to himself watching their gaze fall down to where your bodies connect, even start to rub the smooth skin with his knuckles as he leans closer. Or his tail, his tail will wrap around your ankles, it's gentle, not as if he was keeping you from leaving but more so letting you know he's there.

Another day he lays his claim as nicknames, so much so that you would believe he doesn't even know your name. Doesn't matter where, you'll be in a conversation, a large group of men who are complimenting your weaving skills, asking for assistance before Lo'ak makes his way in. It's not like everyone doesn't know you're already together. "Hello, my future wife." Or he'll often just pass by, leaving a kiss to your head, "Follow me, my half."

He hates when you're hurt, at all. He watches particularly when you're doing something, analyzing to ensure maximum safety such as: if you're reaching down to grab something and don't realize how close your head is to another object his large hand will rest against your head, blocking it from harm. Or when you cut yourself cutting up food, he grabs your hand and presses his finger against it to stop the bleeding. "My baby, be more careful! That's it, I'll call you to never touch a knife again."

He curses under his breath watching as you walk out of the corner room, the moment he got him you were buzzing with excitement to show him the new clothes his grandmother had shown you how to make, except he did expect the small lined top that barely covered your nipples, nor the higher raised loincloth that enhances the dip of your hips and seems to barely cover your cheek. His smile is instantly gone as he clears his throat, "Uhh.. wear this one here only." He watches your face drop, "On the other hand, I can fight. You look beautiful."

He's the type to let you know he's angry or irritated with you. His eyes never back down, he'll stare holes into you from across the battle debrivration when you suggest something against your safety.

When out on scouting missions, he needs to always ensure the area is clear of danger before allowing you to step out of safety. "Stay here," he'll whisper with stern eyes but a soft hand squeezes your arm that holds your gun, "Be aware, my love, shoot anything that is not me, yes?"

He'll always make sure you're fed, he'll make your fix, add more from his own, or casually feed you in front of everyone. Providing for his mate is his responsibility, making sure you are fed (and loved) will always be his main priority.

[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : part two of my fluff + smut prompt lists for requests, check them out here! requests are currently closed. remember to specify who says what to who when requesting! 彡 last updated : 08/03/2024 — ♡

116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

[thefanbasewhore]

Accepting for lo'ak, neteyam and Jake

[thefanbasewhore]

Accepting blurb requests for Neteyam, lo'ak and Jake

[thefanbasewhore]

The protector.

summary: a mission with Neteyam leaves you wounded and he blames himself for why.

The bright, vivid sun is a reminder of life - a reminder that no matter what another day will come. This day in particular is warmer, the animals hum a little louder and colors on full display but that just might be because Neteyam woke up with every intention of spending the entire day with you.

However, much like the sun, there is an ending to every good day. Neteyam finds the smile distracting, the light blue skin stretching into the most breath taking smile, a small giggle makes way past your lips. He watches them for too long then he'd admit, wondering what they would feel like, the proximity of your presence is enough to make him dazed.

he small blue arm that extends, slowly reaches the baby direhorse.

Peering up at him from the tree, making sure he's watching the little creature interaction. He takes a squatting position on the thick branch, bow perched behind him despite his hours and hours of training, ignoring the echoing of his father's voice to never let his guard down. "Look, Neteyam. He's so cute!"

But, how could he not? His mate, his sweet girl, the shy little avatar that is still trying to understand all this, accept the fact that she will be mated with the first born son of Toruk Makto. In fact, this was the first time you have accepted his invitation. It's nothing close to a mission, it was supposed to be a simple gathering of supplies and herbs requested by his grandmother, it was supposed to be safe. But that's until he finally allows himself to hear the branches crunch under weight only meters away.

The sound comes first, the shift of wind follows, head turning just enough that the red feather arrow misses his face but his heart drops watching the trajectory of the arrow. His arms react before anything, pull how bow and shooting at the Na'vi man who thought he was hidden behind the tree.

He leaps into action, landing on his feet, his heels digging into the dirt covered floor of Pandora as he begins his race against the arrow, it follows behind but he's faster, only inches away from his beloved until another one pierces his arm. He's too light on his feet, thrown off balance and falls onto the floor, two large sounding thuds one after another as he feels the hot ripping pain of his skin.

The blood seeps from his arm, tears at his armour but it is nothing but a flesh wound, they missed. Arrows continue to fly past, landing into the ground and the trees around but he doesn't seem to care. His breath hults - his mates body on the floor, arrow sticking from your shoulder. His first thought is to protect, protect his family, protect his people much like his parents that bestowed those very values into him.

He's not willing to breath, even when he sees your chest rising and falling. His own arrows begin to loosen, he doesn't dare miss. One by one the bodies that have the intentions of ambushing behind to fall until there is one left.

The grayish Na'vi wears red across his chest and chin - his eyes are ruthless and murderous, filled with rage but Neteyam's are just as similar except his heart swells with protectiveness, adrenaline pumping as he reaches for his last arrow but only to realize it's none existent.

The bow is discarded as he lowers to a protective stance over your body, knife sliding from its sheth behind his back as he hisses low and slow, a warning of death to the avatar. The avatar doesn't seem to care, only challenging him further as he pulls out his own.

Neteyam gives the avatar no time as his knife descends through the air and into the heart of the gray man.

"Yawnetu," [my love] Neteyam's little nickname he's given you since the beginning, the one that used to fill you with anger but now watching the words fall from his lips with such urgency and trembling, his eyes filled with what can only be described as fear. His hands tremble as the gravity of the situation begins to set in, tears beginning to swell as blood pours from the wound lodged in your shoulder.

"Teyam.." the soft whisper is a breath, it sounds as if it's the last one you will take as you reach for the arrow, trying to pull but he stops it. "No, don't, don't. It's keeping you from bleeding out. It's going to be okay, just look at me."

And you try, you really do try but the weakness makes it impossible, eyes heavy with what can only be described as sleepiness. Neteyam's large hand cups at your cheek, thumb rubbing the soft skin, "No, no, baby. Stay awake look at me!"

The last sound to be heard is the call to his ikran before feeling his warm arms slip under the underbelly of your body and lifted from the ground.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Neteyam listens to every word that comes from tsahik, his grandmother says his mate will survive, and that you need to heal. His grandmother offered to stay, offered to care for her eldest grandson's fated mate, however, he refused.

He was already on edge, sanity holding on by a string. It took him everything not to pry her from the arms of men and women that carried his mate to treatment. Despite what he thought the arrow was more than a flesh wound, he lost too much blood and was starting to feel the effects mid air but nothing was going to stop him from getting his love help.

He looked down at the bandage, fingers running along his own skin as his eyes then returned back to you. Beautiful, peaceful and frail, he had nothing on the amount of blood you lost. His grandmother had shown him how to make the remedy paste that is currently on your wound and that it must be changed every three hours to prevent infection and enhance healing properties.

His grandmother offers a soothing rub to his shoulders, a mutual understanding as he bows his head. The hut is lit with insect wax, all though dark, it allows some illumination of your side profile. He kneels next to the cot, numble tips of his fingers meet your cheeks. Letting out a breath of relief that not only has color began to return but the warmth.

His own cheeks began to burn at the close proximity, never having touched your skin like this. It almost feels wrong, not having your consent but most of all, because it feels so right being this close to you, being so close that your scent fills his nose and clouds his head with thoughts of being with you.

Neteyam is a mother's boy, he can hear is mother's voice now. It calls him an idiot, telling him that he must respect your space and that you will learn to love him. These things take time and will happen because Eywa had made it so. He also sees her scowling, an unmated pair that has not completed in front of Eywa should not be in the same hut.

Neteyam now is crossed legged, sitting on the ground at the head of the cot. Waiting, it's been hours and he's still waiting. He'll wait here for eternity if he needs to. Despite the reinsurance from his grandmother and parents, his body nor mind will rest until those pretty eyes twinkling or those lips saying his name again.

The bounding of his chest never stops - heart stuttering with heaviness, to this moment hands still shaking with fear of what if. He let his guard down, he wasn't strong enough to protect his mate. Now, she lays here with barely any life. His sweet, sweet girl, the one that would do anything to make someone happy, who loved all animals and beings. It's his job to protect.

He has never felt possessiveness like this before, the urge to keep you in this very hut and not allow you to leave but he shakes away the thoughts, it's his nature thinking, not him.

He's been forward with eyes closed, forehead resting against the side of the cot. So caught up in his own mind that he's not noticing the way your eyelashes flutter but that's until you let out soft sigh. The first sight that welcomes you is Neteyam's braids.

The scent of him fills you entirely, while the pain throbs in your shoulder, his presence is grounding. Though they thought you were unconscious but more so in and out during treatment, you heard everything. From his questions, his cries and worries and even prayers for Eywa to allow his beautiful, innocent mate to live. There was a second they all thought you would return back to Eywa but now your eyes have never been more open; you had returned for Neteyam.

Neteyam can't help the gasp that falls from his chest, elongated and relieved. "Baby.. Thank Eywa." He praises, he would always use these silly baby names before.. despite your unsureness for this relationship or lack for better words, not ready at such a young age. But now, as you look at him always think of the random meals that would appear in your hut, the hand weaved and made tops that he would spend hours with his mother learning the different techniques and knots, every little slip from vines or branches his hands would wrap around your waist, steady you against his muscular chest.

The look on your face must have surprised him as he shook his head, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like the names. I'm sorry."

"No," You reply, "It's okay." Trying to reach out but the pain in your shoulder runs down your whole body, makes you hiss which Natayem takes your hands in his own.

The two large hands swallow your own, he begins to bring them towards his lips but thinks and stops but now, you wish he never did. Neteyam the oldest of Jake Sully, the warrior, the protector but there are so many more layers, the provider, the heavier but most importantly, the lover.

"Neteyam," the words come out horse, throat dry and nose twitching from the awful smell of the paste on your shoulder. He hurries to stand, helping you sit up by pressing a soft hand against your back. He sits behind you, allowing his own body to become your own personal rest.

The skin sack is pressed against your lips, the other hand softly touches your chin to prop for drinking. "Shh, you are okay. Just drink, my flower."

He shakes his head, calls himself stupid before starting, "I have to stop that - I'm -.."

You don't allow him to go further, instead the good arm extends, fingers touching the softness of his chin and cups just enough to bring his lips to your own.

His heart is pounding, skin tingling and warmth blooms inside his chest. When your lips met it was gravity - two parts of one half forming together to create what was always meant to be - their love, their bond. Neteyam blinks slowly, almost as if he couldn't believe this moment was happening, heart pounding as your lips leave his own.

"Thank you for saving me."

"I didn't, I wasn't fast enough to make you safe."

"No," You argue, a distaste for his words. Your hand finds his own and extends it across your body to your shoulder to rest over the wound, "This may remind me every day how Eywa blessed me with a mate who would sacrifice all for me, for that, I am rich."

Finally, after all this time, neteyam breaks. Tears began to gather in the corner of his eyes, "I thought you were gone, I was so scared. And I'm confused because now you kissed me after all this time and speak these words when I wasn't careful enough."

With a slow, cautious reach, you wipe the tears from his eyes. "I see you Neteyam."

[thefanbasewhore]

Lo'ak being over protective with his SO 🥺🩷

summary: you disobey lo'ak and he's not happy with you.

na: Neteyam's death is mentioned and lo'ak is a few years older then his death

No one dares to speak through the coms on the ride home despite another victory on the behalf of the Na'vi people. The air is thick, filled with tension despite the peaceful waves that breach beneath you.

The ikrans seemed to enjoy the peacefulness, embarcing the change from battle to returning from a mission. They soar past the floating islands with the hopeful return back to the reef. Despite the small party of 5, Jake, Neityri, Lo'ak, Kiri and you, it felt as if all were miles away - Lo'ak made sure of that. No one dared to speak in his presence or they would also face the wrath.

His brows are set straight and wrinkling between his eyes as a sign of frustration, anger radiating from his body and edmits to anyone within miles. He may be angry but it doesn't stop you from leaning closer to him, his scent makes you calm despite feeling your heart beating inside your chest in anticipation.

Lo'ak gave very strict orders, you were not to leave the post, not to head into battle. Stay with Kiri and guard the loot but easier said than done, especially for the fight for your home. You may not have been born Na'vi but walking the same path as Jake, being too young to go into cryp when the humans left and reborn an Na'vi, you decided it was your turn to help.

The image continues to play in Lo'ak's head, the way you leap into action. What makes it worse is everything he's taught you, sweeping, observation until you decide a move was absent. Instead you fought with emotion, not using your brain and it left him with the same taste in his mouth when his eldest brother was murdered.

Being mated to the only living son of the Jake Sully hasn't been easy the last few years. Between fighting for his home, mourning his big brother.. finding you was a surprise, a sweet, happy surprise but the second scariest thing he's ever felt. The thought of losing you.

Lo'ak made sure that you knew he was ignoring you - not a word spoken once landing at home, sitting on the other side of the fire during dinner. He's now disappeared for most of the night, no doubt sitting in front of the sea, hoping to calm waves to calm his own nerves.

But he couldn't shake this feeling, not again. His heart has not been whole, split in two after losing his brother but once his met you, the human girl trapped in the avatar body who was always his missing link. Adventurous and rebellious, he fell head over heels. Those who halves started to form small stitches with every little laugh, every kiss or night he's spent with you. But now, it split again, he feels himself mourning what could have happened. The bonding ceremony was only weeks ago, mated for life and to him, was not taken lightly. Risking everything over an emotional moment was not acceptable. Lo'ak sighs, hands rubbing over his face as he mutters to himself, "Ugh, I sound just like my father."

You thought he would calm down by the time he returned to the hut but he doesn't matter a word, she's met with the cold shoulder as he pretends to busy himself with something on the corner.

"Lo'ak?" His body visibly stiffens, back muscles tensing through the shoulder dressing he wore. He doesn't answer so you try again, "My love.. I am sorry."

Lo'ak turns now, but won't meet your gaze. Very rarely did he get angry with you nor run away from his problems. Your own heart hurt - with the bond every thing was felt, every feeling and emotion stirring inside your body. Lo'ak was afraid the moment he met your eyes, he would forget why he was mad to begin with - he would have to fight his arm from reaching out to the skin of your cheek and leaning in to kiss those soft, gentle lips.

Lo'ak wanted you to understand, wanted you to know just how hurt and terrified he was, he thought he lost you forever. Instead, he focuses on the small beams of sunshine that breaks through the small holes of the hut and illuminates the room. Lo'ak's jaw flexes and teeth clenching exhibits his anger. He takes a breath as his eyes finally meet your own, his chest puffs naturally as he forgets to breathe. "I told you to stay."

He's still donned in his battle gear. His large, muscular arms flexed across the ropes from his shoulder gear. The feathers that don the dress makes his shoulders appear broader, if that was even possible. He easily towers over all the men in the clan, no doubt the genetics from his father. You have just enough height to stop under his breast bone, once human and changed avatar caused you to be the smallest of the clan - much to your dismay.

Seeing him like this, especially with those eyes of disappointment was chilling - your sweet, sweet lo'ak. The man who loved and adored you has never been this angry before, making a mental note to choose your words carefully.

"Lo'ak," You day softly, "I am sorry my love but I have been training for months now, even your dad has been impressed."

“I gave a direct order.” His laser golden eyes are burning your skin. Making your skin burning with fire as he seems too stunned to speak but he takes his time, chooses the exact words.

 “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You follow MY orders." He growls, "You listen to me."

He stands proud, arms tightening around his chest and if even possible seemed to tower over you. But annoyance begins to creep up as you stand taller, “If it was up to you, I would never go.”

“Because you are not ready.”

He earns a scoff from you, face twisted in annoyance. “I’m really getting sick of you acting like I'm some kind of helpless, damsel in distress. I have been training for this! This is my home too!"

He hisses, finally breaking that stupid stance as his finger digs into your shoulder, "That is not it! You know I would never deprive you of protecting your home!"

She hisses back, a smack to the hand that protrudes against her skin. "Oh really, then what is it?"

"When I believe you are ready, you will. You need more training! You are too emotional, you don't think." He growls, "You are still thinking like a human, you are not able to hold your own yet."

"Well, Almighty Lo'ak, tell me, when will I finally be good enough for you? When will you finally stop being this overprotective, sexiest, idiot?"

Watching his face twist into a whirlwind of emotions but as a few minutes pass his shoulders drop. Feeling the mental block of your bond, building a wall not allowing him to feel your emotions despite seeing your eyes fill with tears.

"That is not it.." he whispers and lets out a soft breath. "You are always good enough for me." The tone begins to soften as his hand reaches out to rub your bicep, thumb trying to soothe the fire that radiates within your body.

His braids fall from his updo as he leans forward, bending at his neck until his towering height lowers to your own, forehead meeting your own. "That is not it."

There comes a time where a man picks and chooses his battles, this was one of those times. Despite his own breaking heart and fears, nothing was worth watching you fall apart like this. You're too upset to meet his eyes don't meet his own, not until his finger touches the balls of your cheeks, "Look at me."

"Never doubt you are not good enough for me. I…”

He continues, “I’m not good enough for you. I’m selfish, I don’t want you risking your life out there. I want you here with me, I don't want you to leave me. I am not sexiest, stop with those words. A warrior is a warrior. However, you are my mate. Seeing you jump out in front of those bullets made me feel feelings I don't want to again. It felt like Neteyam all over again."

"I am here, my half."

He sucks in a soft breath, emotion filling his throat. “You won’t be if you keep going on these missions. You are good but someone is always better.”

“I know that but -.”

Lo'ak cuts you off by pressing his lips against your open mouth and mutters softly, “I’m selfish, it’s not you. I can’t live without you, I can’t loose you.”

Lo'ak felt as if his chest was going to explode, the pressure of his grief and fear making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t bear losing another person he loved. "Understand me, please."

He's desperate for your approval, almost ashamed of his anger. Soft hands trail up his abdomen reaching the underneath of his ribs and hugging him softly. "I understand you."

There comes a time where every woman must choose her battles as well, "I will not worry you anymore, I will listen."

[thefanbasewhore]

Only ever equals

Summary: neteyam doesn't appreciate his mate smelling like other men

Neteyam's eyes are hard, brows set in a straight and hard line. Anyone could see he was frustrated, sucking the fat of his bottom lip between his teeth. It catches your attention immediately, there are very few times to catch this man pouty nor annoyed.

This is Neteyam, the eldest of Toruk Makto is understanding, cool headed and unlike his father, not one who jumps to annoyance nor violence. He stands proud, watching as his father speaks despite his fitting thumbs and stiff tail. His body language gives it away, he's annoyed, the tip of his tail flickers as he notices your glance.

Never would you dare speak while the Toruk Makto does, however, you lean closer, a playful gesture as your braids touch the space below his chest, feel the harness of his muscular chest. Sometimes you forget how big he really is, a mix of his father's Avatar's genes no doubt, growing up with Neteyam you never expected him to tower over all the men of the tribe, even his father.

Neteyam lifts his head higher, nose scrunching with the look of disapproval. Best friends since birth, there is not much you don't know about him. The future clan leader and his arranged mate; training for the day you both will take over since the day you were both born. From being children that played together, to teenagers that fought each other, to now, young adults who just started to blossom a new found love for each other.

While the stars were aligned for both of you, it always seemed meant to be. From best friends to lovers.

But with that said Neteyam is shy, never to be guessed with the sheer size of him, nearly reaching the branches of the low hanging trees, shoulders the length of his own bow carved from the home tree.

It's hours later before you see him again, he continues to facade of not being able to stand your presence. Hair pulled back and wrapped with the silk bow, one strand falls as he focuses on twisting the twine together to complete the arrow.

His ears flicker at the sound of your foot steps against the rocks, quiet but as a trained hunter, he'd never miss. Your scent fills his being once again, his nose scrunching.

"Are you okay, Tam?"

Expecting words but met with his body turning to face the other way, the cold shoulder. Ever since admitting his feelings a few weeks ago, things have been... different. Despite always knowing you would have to be together, both you and Neteyam have decided that it would be on your own time, not anyone else's.

His body language should be enough to tell you to leave it there, ears so far back they almost begin to fold, the end of his tail flickering so ferociously that the hairs at the end tickle your skin. "That's how you're going to act? Like a spoiled brat?"

He scoffs, it seems to hit a never as he whispers under is breath.

"If you're going to say something, make sure I can hear it, idiot." It's almost like you are teenagers again with the pouting, ignoring and yelling.

"If you're going to be my mate, why do you smell so much like, T'sulla?" The words are like venom, filled with bitter jealousy as his hands fall to his side in jealousy.

There is a silence, uncomfortable but wanting that fills the air. Neteyam feels his heart pound, it feels as if a large rock is placed on his chest - making it hard to breathe. But that's until he hears it, the small giggle that makes him whip his head around, the giggles that soon turns into a full on belly laugh.

"Do you find this funny?" He hisses once again with furrowed brows, turning to fully face you. "You don't even smell like me anymore, you smell of him only."

"Well, consider it was your father who asked me to ride with him while on patrol, then yes, I would smell like him." Extending an arm to reach out and cup his cheeks, his eyes don't meet your own though, jealousy still pumps through his veins.

He hisses softly but there is no fang, it's a small warning but one that does not scare you. Instead, you find yourself scooting closer and closer until both pairs of your knees touch. His cheeks flush, no matter his sour mood, he is a shy man and has been in love with you since age 8.

He watches the way you angle your head, exposing your neck. The true position of submission, not to just any man but your future mate. The scent glands pulsate under his gaze, they call his name naturally but what makes his heart pound is your words, "I am your, Tam. I've been since we were children."

Despite not even a kiss yet, nature takes over and his body is leaning before his brain can catch up. His warm, smooth side of his tongue touches your skin, leaves a layer of spit that begins to appease his nose. He pulls away slowly, eyes never leaving your own as your own heart pounds.

Skin on fire, buzzing with heat as your mate's own scent begins to change. His throat is dry, feeling the heat start to pool in his own abdomen. While he looked as if he was going to pounce, your sweet, sweet Neteyam follows your previous movements. Tipping his head and exposing his own neck. his eyes close softly, peaceful, hoping you'll forgive him for his jealousy and childness. The actions speak loudly enough, no words are needed; you are mine and I am yours, we are equals.

[thefanbasewhore]

Halloween Special - Bitten. 👻🕸️

pairing: Hyunjin x female reader

summary: your boyfriend bites you for the first time which causes him to go into a biting frenzy.

content: s!mut, biting, blood play, p in v, vampire Hyunjin

a/n: next up werewolf chan

Hyunjin is much like the moon. He comes and goes, sometimes it may be just a quick moment, much like a crescent or in your face and bright just a full moon but he always finds himself seeking comfort in the warmth of skin against his own.

It's been a month since he revealed his identity to you. He was hesitant at first, but you are no fool. If it wasn't his smooth pale skin and amber eyes that gave him away; it was definitely when you found him fangs deep inside a women's neck.

Ever since that day all he's thought about is you. The only person he could be his true self but truth be told he was smitten the moment he met you.

As he climbs through the window, a chilly breeze follows. Your body reacts almost instantly, small bumps forming against your skin as he closes it tightly.

Sound asleep you don't notice the new presence. It's usually like this, he sneaks in and curls into you. Morning comes before you realize he's there, the curtains pulled tightly to block the sunlight confirm his presence before your fingers find his hair.

But it's early - too early for him to be here. The sun just took its rest nearly minutes ago.

You look so cute. Silently sleeping, curled into the satin pillow. A pajama shirt with cherries, button down to reveal just enough of your round breast and matching shorts, your cute little pink panties pepping through. He sighs softly, just the sight makes Hyunjin hard.

Without a second thought he is spooning you from behind, rutting his semi hard cock against your ass.

"Petal, wake up beautiful." His voice is so soft as it whispers against your skin. "Missed you so much."

His hips grind against your clothed core as he lets out a pathetic whine. Needy and wanting attention as he kisses your lazy lips. "Babyyyy."

His lips against your neck are nothing new, pressing and sucking softly. Finally your eyes flutter, soft lashes tickling his skin. "Hi, Darlin'."

"Hi, you're here early. I was trying to stay up."

"Looked so cute sleeping." He grinds his hips once again before rolling to change the position. Hovering over you, eyes on yours with his sweet smirk. "Got me so hard."

The soft moan of his name is what makes him snap, pressing his mouth against your neck. He swore he wouldn't feed from you for the pure fact that he was afraid he would go too far but it's been days since he's last fed.

Hyunjin's fingers press into the fat of your hip, no doubt blanching the skin underneath as he moves his hard cock over your clothed clit once again. He closes his eyes, trying to concentrate on how good he's feeling but the pesky sound of blood running through your jugular makes his teeth retraction, popping out from his gums. He groans, your blood smells so good.

He can't think - you take over all his senses. Arousal seeps from you, the smell high in the air making him moan against your skin. "Darling, petal, god." He groans.

When his teeth puncture your skin it makes you yelp in surprise. He's never drank from you before, always going on about the consequences, etc. He always jokes about it when it comes up, claiming he's already too obsessed with you if he drinks your blood you'll have to marry and stay his forever.

But with his teeth buried in you, sucking softly as you fight against him, pushing against his chest to create some distance but you have nothing on his supernatural strength.

"Hyunjin!" You hiss, feeling the warmth of the blood trail that follows down your neck and into the valley of your breast, which your shirt was already split open from his wondering hands.

What you least expected was the warm coil that formed inside your stomach. Suddenly you feel hot, forehead burning and dizziness taking over at the loss of blood. The dark haired man never stopped moving his hips against your own - clit throbbing against the material of your pajama pants before the stimulation became too much. Finally the squirming of your orgaism breaks him from his trance.

"Fuck," forehead resting against your own as he breaths heavily, "Did you just come from that? You dirty, dirty girl."

Blushing under his stare but it's cut short as his tongue follows the trail of blood, licking the thick liquid, nimble fingers pushing your shirt sleeves over your shoulder and sliding it down the length of your arms before throwing it across the room.

He licks up the remaining, tongue finding the bud of your leg nipple and sucking softly. He pulls away and one hand cups the flesh gently, "Look at this, you're loving it baby girl, do you like me bittingyou? I'll bite you some more honey."

His teeth puncture the skin of your right tit, breaking the skin and suckling every ounce he can manage. There's something strange about it, it's painful but at the same time you have never felt such pleasure. The goosebumps are instant as you shiver underneath him.

"Are you okay baby?" His hand moving the hair from your forehead. To be honest, you're a little dizzy from the loss of blood but you nod in agreement. "I didn't take to much, right?"

"M okay." You mumble against the shell of his ear.

"Okay, honey. Can I put it in? I'm so hard." You nod in consent as his long fingers pull at your shorts.

He doesn't even need to warm you up. Between the stickiness of your last two orgasms and his own leaking wetness.

Hyunjin doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through your swollen lips.

His eyes roll back into his head as your pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he’s nestled so deep you feel him in your stomach. The delicious burn makes you lightheaded, so full of him it’s hard to form words.

You curses under your breath but he barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside you. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up your spine. He stills, eyes finding yours for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.

The squeal that falls from your lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as your cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.

"Such a tight pussy, honey. Did she miss me?"

It's more retoric as his hips snap faster and faster. Watching his fat cock disappearing and reappearing from your silky cunt over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Hyunjins and yours followed by the slapping skin and squelches of your leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes your vision blur and drool gather at the corner of your lips.

"Pretty girl," he presses a gentle kiss against the corner of your lips. "So pretty."

Just like that, his legs begin to shake. Covered in your slick as your own body erupts with heat. Stomach aching with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes your stomach ache.

He loves the sounds you make, the quiet but beautiful moans. The way his name is whined and permanently on your tongue. His hips continue rolling as he watches your pussy drip into the sheets. It smears his abdomen, leaks down his thighs following the dripping blood from your neck.

Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of you, if that’s even possible. A hand rest against the small of your back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck you senseless. “Hyun! oh, so fucking good!“

Half crescent form from the pressure of his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as you whine. “I’m so close!”

The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. “Baby, I have to cum. Can I bite you, will you be okay?"

The smell of your blood is intoxicating as his teeth rub against the other side of your neck.

“Can I, baby?" He visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.

The moment his teeth break through your skin, your orgasm hits like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of you that your legs begin to shake.

He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into your pussy and stuffs you to the brink. There’s so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn’t dare move. He pulls away, blood smeared across his lips as he presses his wet lips to your cheek.

"You taste so good baby." But the moment he looks up, his eyes widen. Both his hands hold your cheeks to keep your head from falling back. Eyes hooded as the dizziness takes over you.

"Shit, Can you hear me? I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to take too much, you should have said something." He's frantically taking his wrist and breaking the skin with his teeth, "Drink, baby. I took too much."

"'m okay." You try with all your strength to push his arm away but he's not having it.

"Drink." Your lips wrap around his skin and suck softly to taste the metallic liquid. "Don't ever do that again, tell me if it's too much."

"Sorry, H." You snuggle yourself into his chest as he brings you closer.

He presses a gentle kiss against your forehead as he cleans the mix of blood and spit from your skin. "Go to sleep, angel. I will make you breakfast when you wake up. My blood will help but you need to rest."

"I'm okay."

"Stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you." He burries his head into your hair before pressing a kiss against the shell of your ear. "Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams."

"Night, baby."

[thefanbasewhore]

Halloween Special - Bitten. 👻🕸️

pairing: Hyunjin x female reader

summary: your boyfriend bites you for the first time which causes him to go into a biting frenzy.

content: s!mut, biting, blood play, p in v, vampire Hyunjin

a/n: next up werewolf chan

Hyunjin is much like the moon. He comes and goes, sometimes it may be just a quick moment, much like a crescent or in your face and bright just a full moon but he always finds himself seeking comfort in the warmth of skin against his own.

It's been a month since he revealed his identity to you. He was hesitant at first, but you are no fool. If it wasn't his smooth pale skin and amber eyes that gave him away; it was definitely when you found him fangs deep inside a women's neck.

Ever since that day all he's thought about is you. The only person he could be his true self but truth be told he was smitten the moment he met you.

As he climbs through the window, a chilly breeze follows. Your body reacts almost instantly, small bumps forming against your skin as he closes it tightly.

Sound asleep you don't notice the new presence. It's usually like this, he sneaks in and curls into you. Morning comes before you realize he's there, the curtains pulled tightly to block the sunlight confirm his presence before your fingers find his hair.

But it's early - too early for him to be here. The sun just took its rest nearly minutes ago.

You look so cute. Silently sleeping, curled into the satin pillow. A pajama shirt with cherries, button down to reveal just enough of your round breast and matching shorts, your cute little pink panties pepping through. He sighs softly, just the sight makes Hyunjin hard.

Without a second thought he is spooning you from behind, rutting his semi hard cock against your ass.

"Petal, wake up beautiful." His voice is so soft as it whispers against your skin. "Missed you so much."

His hips grind against your clothed core as he lets out a pathetic whine. Needy and wanting attention as he kisses your lazy lips. "Babyyyy."

His lips against your neck are nothing new, pressing and sucking softly. Finally your eyes flutter, soft lashes tickling his skin. "Hi, Darlin'."

"Hi, you're here early. I was trying to stay up."

"Looked so cute sleeping." He grinds his hips once again before rolling to change the position. Hovering over you, eyes on yours with his sweet smirk. "Got me so hard."

The soft moan of his name is what makes him snap, pressing his mouth against your neck. He swore he wouldn't feed from you for the pure fact that he was afraid he would go too far but it's been days since he's last fed.

Hyunjin's fingers press into the fat of your hip, no doubt blanching the skin underneath as he moves his hard cock over your clothed clit once again. He closes his eyes, trying to concentrate on how good he's feeling but the pesky sound of blood running through your jugular makes his teeth retraction, popping out from his gums. He groans, your blood smells so good.

He can't think - you take over all his senses. Arousal seeps from you, the smell high in the air making him moan against your skin. "Darling, petal, god." He groans.

When his teeth puncture your skin it makes you yelp in surprise. He's never drank from you before, always going on about the consequences, etc. He always jokes about it when it comes up, claiming he's already too obsessed with you if he drinks your blood you'll have to marry and stay his forever.

But with his teeth buried in you, sucking softly as you fight against him, pushing against his chest to create some distance but you have nothing on his supernatural strength.

"Hyunjin!" You hiss, feeling the warmth of the blood trail that follows down your neck and into the valley of your breast, which your shirt was already split open from his wondering hands.

What you least expected was the warm coil that formed inside your stomach. Suddenly you feel hot, forehead burning and dizziness taking over at the loss of blood. The dark haired man never stopped moving his hips against your own - clit throbbing against the material of your pajama pants before the stimulation became too much. Finally the squirming of your orgaism breaks him from his trance.

"Fuck," forehead resting against your own as he breaths heavily, "Did you just come from that? You dirty, dirty girl."

Blushing under his stare but it's cut short as his tongue follows the trail of blood, licking the thick liquid, nimble fingers pushing your shirt sleeves over your shoulder and sliding it down the length of your arms before throwing it across the room.

He licks up the remaining, tongue finding the bud of your leg nipple and sucking softly. He pulls away and one hand cups the flesh gently, "Look at this, you're loving it baby girl, do you like me bittingyou? I'll bite you some more honey."

His teeth puncture the skin of your right tit, breaking the skin and suckling every ounce he can manage. There's something strange about it, it's painful but at the same time you have never felt such pleasure. The goosebumps are instant as you shiver underneath him.

"Are you okay baby?" His hand moving the hair from your forehead. To be honest, you're a little dizzy from the loss of blood but you nod in agreement. "I didn't take to much, right?"

"M okay." You mumble against the shell of his ear.

"Okay, honey. Can I put it in? I'm so hard." You nod in consent as his long fingers pull at your shorts.

He doesn't even need to warm you up. Between the stickiness of your last two orgasms and his own leaking wetness.

Hyunjin doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through your swollen lips.

His eyes roll back into his head as your pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he’s nestled so deep you feel him in your stomach. The delicious burn makes you lightheaded, so full of him it’s hard to form words.

You curses under your breath but he barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside you. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up your spine. He stills, eyes finding yours for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.

The squeal that falls from your lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as your cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.

"Such a tight pussy, honey. Did she miss me?"

It's more retoric as his hips snap faster and faster. Watching his fat cock disappearing and reappearing from your silky cunt over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Hyunjins and yours followed by the slapping skin and squelches of your leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes your vision blur and drool gather at the corner of your lips.

"Pretty girl," he presses a gentle kiss against the corner of your lips. "So pretty."

Just like that, his legs begin to shake. Covered in your slick as your own body erupts with heat. Stomach aching with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes your stomach ache.

He loves the sounds you make, the quiet but beautiful moans. The way his name is whined and permanently on your tongue. His hips continue rolling as he watches your pussy drip into the sheets. It smears his abdomen, leaks down his thighs following the dripping blood from your neck.

Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of you, if that’s even possible. A hand rest against the small of your back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck you senseless. “Hyun! oh, so fucking good!“

Half crescent form from the pressure of his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as you whine. “I’m so close!”

The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. “Baby, I have to cum. Can I bite you, will you be okay?"

The smell of your blood is intoxicating as his teeth rub against the other side of your neck.

“Can I, baby?" He visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.

The moment his teeth break through your skin, your orgasm hits like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of you that your legs begin to shake.

He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into your pussy and stuffs you to the brink. There’s so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn’t dare move. He pulls away, blood smeared across his lips as he presses his wet lips to your cheek.

"You taste so good baby." But the moment he looks up, his eyes widen. Both his hands hold your cheeks to keep your head from falling back. Eyes hooded as the dizziness takes over you.

"Shit, Can you hear me? I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to take too much, you should have said something." He's frantically taking his wrist and breaking the skin with his teeth, "Drink, baby. I took too much."

"'m okay." You try with all your strength to push his arm away but he's not having it.

"Drink." Your lips wrap around his skin and suck softly to taste the metallic liquid. "Don't ever do that again, tell me if it's too much."

"Sorry, H." You snuggle yourself into his chest as he brings you closer.

He presses a gentle kiss against your forehead as he cleans the mix of blood and spit from your skin. "Go to sleep, angel. I will make you breakfast when you wake up. My blood will help but you need to rest."

"I'm okay."

"Stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you." He burries his head into your hair before pressing a kiss against the shell of your ear. "Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams."

"Night, baby."