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six notes in two hours... I WASTED MY TEARS

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 neteyam

Neteyam's lips, they're so soft. You thought to yourself, your thumb softly caressing his supple purple lips. They were so girly if you compare it to the rest of his face that looked masculine, they looked kissable in your eyes. You pondered for a bit while being lost in his angelic face, thinking of just how pleasant it must be if you were to kiss him for eternity.

And as he slept pleasantly with his head resting on your thighs, of course it was essential for you to be lost in a trance while you stare at the boy's face. You chuckled at the thought of Neteyam waking up only to see you by his side, and it made you feel special.

Factually, everything about Neteyam made you feel special. Just like now, how precious it was for him to look for you amidst the time when you were tending for the injured warriors of the clan. He knew that you were busy just as much as him— who is a warrior. Yet he waited for you to finish, and immediately pulled you into his arms, finding himself yearning for your presence even in his sleep or in the verge of slumber.

He hugged you a long-looonngg time that you could've sworn he spent a quarter of his life hugging you ever since being mated with you. It was a habit of his that just made the two of you grow closer, and he was dependent on you half of the time in seeking comfort and love— the love that makes him want to continue, the kind that makes him feel deserving.

You love him so much. He was your home.

"Oh, my pretty boy... How did Eywa create such perfection?" You sighed with a gentle smile on you face as you smoothen his skin with your hand, as if putting some kind of cream on a baby. You couldn't help it, seriously. His face just looked so magnificent, and smooth, and soft, and just so lovable. The only thing you did was caress his face was your love and care the whole time he slept.

Again, the idea crossed your mind. You've kissed him before, but it was only a handful of times that you two kissed. You chuckled. After all, you two were bonded together, and you might as well take advantage of that.

"I see you, Neteyam." Important words of affirmation left your mouth as your looked at his face being so at peace. Your eyes filled love. You caressed his lips one last time and you bowed your head as you let your lips touch Neteyam's, kissing him.

A tear dropped from your eye, as you feel his cold lips on yours. Kissing them gently with so much love— yet the grief was taking over you that you felt like you were about to melt just by the sensation of Neteyam's cold lips on yours.

You held his cheeks, the loss of warmth just further reminding you that you've lost the only thing that you held so dearly. Yet you kissed him, reminding yourself also that it will be the last. You lips trembled when you pulled away, tears surging down your eyes and gliding down your cheeks.

There he was, as always, resting on you lap. Only, this time he was cold. His body arms wrapped in a soft textile. His legs clasped together, and his face painted with white fluid.

The memories of the times you kissed him in his sleep, a smile would always appear on his face. But this time, there was none. Neteyam was at peace, he was no longer here.

"Ma' Neteyam..." His name left your mouth, as if expecting him to answer, grasping his cold hands in yours. But the silence was far too loud, and you bursted into tears as you lay crippled besides him. Neteyam, your light. Your happiness. Your home. All of them are gone.

He will never come back.

You couldn't bare to take in that your mate departed the world, which led you to not leaving his side. You were with him when he died on a rock in the middle of the sea. Up until he was bought back to the shore, where everyone in Awa'atlu saw you hugging a corpse with empty eyes.

The most painful of all was the fact that you have to live up the day when you had to prepare him for his own funeral.

Everyone outside the marui was silent, only your cries of agony was heard. The realization of having to spend your whole life in patience until you see him again made your agony harder to bottle. You cried for Eywa, begging him to bring your life and love back. Yet a silent body laying on you lap was what welcomed you to a new life of pain and suffering.

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Loak you little punk

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𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 neteyam

Neteyam's lips, they're so soft. You thought to yourself, your thumb softly caressing his supple purple lips. They were so girly if you compare it to the rest of his face that looked masculine, they looked kissable in your eyes. You pondered for a bit while being lost in his angelic face, thinking of just how pleasant it must be if you were to kiss him for eternity.

And as he slept pleasantly with his head resting on your thighs, of course it was essential for you to be lost in a trance while you stare at the boy's face. You chuckled at the thought of Neteyam waking up only to see you by his side, and it made you feel special.

Factually, everything about Neteyam made you feel special. Just like now, how precious it was for him to look for you amidst the time when you were tending for the injured warriors of the clan. He knew that you were busy just as much as him— who is a warrior. Yet he waited for you to finish, and immediately pulled you into his arms, finding himself yearning for your presence even in his sleep or in the verge of slumber.

He hugged you a long-looonngg time that you could've sworn he spent a quarter of his life hugging you ever since being mated with you. It was a habit of his that just made the two of you grow closer, and he was dependent on you half of the time in seeking comfort and love— the love that makes him want to continue, the kind that makes him feel deserving.

You love him so much. He was your home.

"Oh, my pretty boy... How did Eywa create such perfection?" You sighed with a gentle smile on you face as you smoothen his skin with your hand, as if putting some kind of cream on a baby. You couldn't help it, seriously. His face just looked so magnificent, and smooth, and soft, and just so lovable. The only thing you did was caress his face was your love and care the whole time he slept.

Again, the idea crossed your mind. You've kissed him before, but it was only a handful of times that you two kissed. You chuckled. After all, you two were bonded together, and you might as well take advantage of that.

"I see you, Neteyam." Important words of affirmation left your mouth as your looked at his face being so at peace. Your eyes filled love. You caressed his lips one last time and you bowed your head as you let your lips touch Neteyam's, kissing him.

A tear dropped from your eye, as you feel his cold lips on yours. Kissing them gently with so much love— yet the grief was taking over you that you felt like you were about to melt just by the sensation of Neteyam's cold lips on yours.

You held his cheeks, the loss of warmth just further reminding you that you've lost the only thing that you held so dearly. Yet you kissed him, reminding yourself also that it will be the last. You lips trembled when you pulled away, tears surging down your eyes and gliding down your cheeks.

There he was, as always, resting on you lap. Only, this time he was cold. His body arms wrapped in a soft textile. His legs clasped together, and his face painted with white fluid.

The memories of the times you kissed him in his sleep, a smile would always appear on his face. But this time, there was none. Neteyam was at peace, he was no longer here.

"Ma' Neteyam..." His name left your mouth, as if expecting him to answer, grasping his cold hands in yours. But the silence was far too loud, and you bursted into tears as you lay crippled besides him. Neteyam, your light. Your happiness. Your home. All of them are gone.

He will never come back.

You couldn't bare to take in that your mate departed the world, which led you to not leaving his side. You were with him when he died on a rock in the middle of the sea. Up until he was bought back to the shore, where everyone in Awa'atlu saw you hugging a corpse with empty eyes.

The most painful of all was the fact that you have to live up the day when you had to prepare him for his own funeral.

Everyone outside the marui was silent, only your cries of agony was heard. The realization of having to spend your whole life in patience until you see him again made your agony harder to bottle. You cried for Eywa, begging him to bring your life and love back. Yet a silent body laying on you lap was what welcomed you to a new life of pain and suffering.

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when you've meticulously envisioned the story in your head scene by scene but it's time to actually write it

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idk about you all but reading 'How to singlehandedly ruin an entire oneshot by adding the most random shit; a guide' finally paid off.

I DEMAND NETEYAM CONTENT !!

𝗕𝗘𝗚 𝗜𝗧 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗜𝗧 aged-up! neteyam x navi reader

If there was at least one thing that Neteyam knows about your character, it's the fact that you were a complete psycho. Often times a real charmer, but it was all a disguise to your incredible amount of jealousy. Ever since being mated together and up to leading the entire clan as the his tsahik, that's all you've ever been perceived by all the women who dared lay a finger on the chief.

"That woman... who was she?" Your eyes set focus on his amber eyes, yet your hand laid trails of befuddling touches all over his body as you caged him under you. Your things thickly hugged his torso. Neteyam lulled his eyes a bit from the sensation, trembling from the way you easily made him feel touch-starved.

"Yaw... 'ne... ma'yawne... Please don't do this to me..." He cries, wanting to just indulge himself in a pleasurable being such as yourself. But it was a pity you were taught how to tie up naughty people who dare try to make a fool out of themselves by making you jealous. "I was only... Uhm, I didn't mean to... ah fuck.. mmh please..."

You scoffed at the sight of the great Olo'eyktan crying under you. You gave him a nasty look which made him look like he wanted to cry. "Who even gave you that stupid idea? Tch, it's absolutely unacceptable." As you drew circles on his shoulders with your finger, he started to breath heavily and, in sign of over stimulation, he was starting to drool while the teasing continued.

"Y/n... Just one... I'll be good, I swear..." Neteyam begged. One wet kiss from you was enough to just teleport him to Paradise. Or perhaps hell, because he'd keep wanting more. And if he was lucky enough, you'd give him as much as he wanted.

"You swear? Really?" You teased some more, buckling your bottom and pressing it harder on his groin. Your right hand caressed his tense muscles, while your other went to scratching his chin. You smirked playfully the moment he started writhing from yearning to have a taste of you, and he begged you to release him.

"I'm a good mate, please... Ma'yawne, uh I was deceived by the elders... to-to test your loyalty... it's wrong! I hate myself that I believed them, I am loyal only to one woman... Ngh, which is you!! You are the only one... y/n! Mhmm, so please, do anything!" Neteyam's voice was hoarse but he still said all those in just one breath, his chest rising so high and his speeech turning slurred.

You, however, clicked your tongue. He was too loud. People from outside your tent would hear. And thinking of it had you worried if the people might just overhear the process of conceiving the next Omaticayan prince or princess. You were worried about that instead of being concerned how you let the Olo'eyktan cry while you lay on top of him.

"Oh, Ma' Olo'eyktan," You laughed as you lowered your chest to press against his, and as well as your head to whisper something close to his ears, your tone quite condescending and promiscuous as your breath caused shivvers to ran down his spine. He knew he was getting it. "You're so cute when you beg."

and then you stabbed him with a knife.

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i cant help but imagine his kids in rda outfits too

RDA Jake is the cutest clueless fucking thing and i love it 😭

His RDA era is still my fucking favourite and i can't get enough of him 😩✨

Just look at his cute face oh my god *faints*

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ALL OF YOU ARE SLEEPING ON KIRI

she's the prettiest among the navi teens fight me if you disagree

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If neteyam didn't die, the sullys would've been butt kicked by ronal lol

Guys isnt it so funny that Neteyam didn't actually die in the film, he just fainted and whatever happened next was just Lo'ak's fever dream

Hahah guys

Hahaha omg

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I DEMAND NETEYAM CONTENT !!

𝗕𝗘𝗚 𝗜𝗧 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗜𝗧 aged-up! neteyam x navi reader

If there was at least one thing that Neteyam knows about your character, it's the fact that you were a complete psycho. Often times a real charmer, but it was all a disguise to your incredible amount of jealousy. Ever since being mated together and up to leading the entire clan as the his tsahik, that's all you've ever been perceived by all the women who dared lay a finger on the chief.

"That woman... who was she?" Your eyes set focus on his amber eyes, yet your hand laid trails of befuddling touches all over his body as you caged him under you. Your things thickly hugged his torso. Neteyam lulled his eyes a bit from the sensation, trembling from the way you easily made him feel touch-starved.

"Yaw... 'ne... ma'yawne... Please don't do this to me..." He cries, wanting to just indulge himself in a pleasurable being such as yourself. But it was a pity you were taught how to tie up naughty people who dare try to make a fool out of themselves by making you jealous. "I was only... Uhm, I didn't mean to... ah fuck.. mmh please..."

You scoffed at the sight of the great Olo'eyktan crying under you. You gave him a nasty look which made him look like he wanted to cry. "Who even gave you that stupid idea? Tch, it's absolutely unacceptable." As you drew circles on his shoulders with your finger, he started to breath heavily and, in sign of over stimulation, he was starting to drool while the teasing continued.

"Y/n... Just one... I'll be good, I swear..." Neteyam begged. One wet kiss from you was enough to just teleport him to Paradise. Or perhaps hell, because he'd keep wanting more. And if he was lucky enough, you'd give him as much as he wanted.

"You swear? Really?" You teased some more, buckling your bottom and pressing it harder on his groin. Your right hand caressed his tense muscles, while your other went to scratching his chin. You smirked playfully the moment he started writhing from yearning to have a taste of you, and he begged you to release him.

"I'm a good mate, please... Ma'yawne, uh I was deceived by the elders... to-to test your loyalty... it's wrong! I hate myself that I believed them, I am loyal only to one woman... Ngh, which is you!! You are the only one... y/n! Mhmm, so please, do anything!" Neteyam's voice was hoarse but he still said all those in just one breath, his chest rising so high and his speeech turning slurred.

You, however, clicked your tongue. He was too loud. People from outside your tent would hear. And thinking of it had you worried if the people might just overhear the process of conceiving the next Omaticayan prince or princess. You were worried about that instead of being concerned how you let the Olo'eyktan cry while you lay on top of him.

"Oh, Ma' Olo'eyktan," You laughed as you lowered your chest to press against his, and as well as your head to whisper something close to his ears, your tone quite condescending and promiscuous as your breath caused shivvers to ran down his spine. He knew he was getting it. "You're so cute when you beg."

and then you stabbed him with a knife.

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Your blogs are so good aint no way youre 14???!!

thank you and also, idk how to respond properly so have a clarke !!

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why of all names did you go by deprivedreality? i saw you like two weeks ago but your user was ntymlvr whyyy

lol this was in my inbox for like a month SORRY

i got tired of of ntymlvr (BUT I STILL LOVE NETEYAM OK) i just found deprivedreality to be more original of me because i deprive myself sometimes of reality when it comes to avatar

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im so inlove with your cake theme

SO CUTE OMG 🎂

AS YOU SHOULD TY

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i lowkey want to make a yandere reader w ofc neteyam with this tag or somewhat correlates to it iykyk.. i have plans i cannot for sure know when to execute ohmyeywa

(x)

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i can see why neteyam flipped, bcs i would too. rec

y/n te korhe iumayi'ite — tsahik of the iuva'ri

thought people would wanna see a visual representation of what the mountain na'vi look like :P

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𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 neteyam x human reader

word count: 1.7k ➤ might make part two

synopsis: as the day of neteyam's crowning ceremony nears, the more you realize of the sad truth of being loved and loving someone who's from an entirely different species.

content & pairing/s: forbidden love. neteyam x human reader.

Neteyam and you have withheld your relationship for more than six years. It has come clear that the two of you adored each other and would kill for one another. It didn't come as blurry, since Neteyam proudly speaks of his human mate with his entire clan even though it changed his image greatly amongst the elder na'vis.

His mother, Neytiri greatly disapproves of such thing that his son believes is what is for him. For her, you will always be human. One of them. The people who hurt and killed na'vis. A race that burned down her home and killed her father.

And you take her son greatly angered the tsakarem. Neytiri wanted to rid you so badly and because of it, it had ruined her relationship with her firstborn.

Jake, however, has no problem whatsoever. He wanted his son to have the best of the best. But recently, there's been many speculations that you were a great cause of his son's probability of losing the title as the next Olo'eyktan. Mayhaps that was the only thing that Jake needed to talk to you one faithful noon when you were exploring the forest alone.

You were in the middle of sketching a crimsysoraus─ as you hid your small human body behind the bushes and camouflaged under the various colors of your clothes, you were heavily focused on the creature. However, from a sudden movement behind you, the primitive animal had run off so easily that you stood up in disappointment.

As you hear steps coming from behind you, you were quick enough to see who it was and your eyes lightened up at the sight of Jake Sully─ the mighty Toruk rider. He smiled slightly at you and seemed eager to say something, which heightened your curiosity.

"Jake, I can't say I'm glad to see you." You sighed as you greeted the familiar man that towered over you. Jake was thrice your size, he was slightly bigger and taller than Neteyam but you grew accustomed to this kind of physique that it didn't really bother you. Besides, for a quarter of your life, Jake stood up as your father.

When Jake noticed that you were starting to pack your things, that was the time he mustered up the courage to say something. So in an attempt to get your attention, he grabbed your small shoulders and leaned down. "Kid, listen, we need to talk."

"About what?" You said. You had no clue what was about to go between you and your peaceful life and because of it, you had a clueless expression on your face. "Can't we talk about it in the lab?"

"No, it has to be now," Jake claims, a deep sense of urgency in his voice and you acknowledge it. It freaked you out a little but you listened to every word he said next. "It's about Neteyam. You have to break it off with him, it's not happening, kid."

Suddenly, your mind went a bit blank and your expression started to fall into a confused one. You ushered Jake's hand away from your shoulder and continued looking at everything other than Jake's gaze. You started to feel slightly anxious as every second passed and you didn't speak. But you listened to every word the man said.

"You know back then when I said that as long as you make my son happy, I'm okay with all this. But y/n, right now, Neteyam is struggling as the heir of Omatikaya and I can't help him. It's not that I blame you or him for being connected! But Neteyam─"

"So you mean to say that he won't be Ole'eyktan so long as he has connections with me?" You could feel your heartache from saying such words, but you were observant of Jake's movement. He was serious and you understood what he was making it out to be that you easily got the point.

The man knew you your entire life, he's been there from the moment you took your first step alongside his firstborn. He's witnessed the comfort his son receives from you. As well as the happiness, entertainment, freedom, and the love Neteyam got from you.

Even if you were human, and he was Na'vi. As far as he knew, his son reminded him of himself back then when he was lost and hadn't been able to familiarize what love is until Neytiri came around.

Jake deeply disliked having to be the one to break the bond you had with his son. And he knew he would never let his wife be the one to stop you and Neteyam, or else Neytiri would be hated most by their son. So Jake hesitated to answer your question, but he nodded his head. "The people, the entire clan do not understand the bond you two have, and we can show them that you and Neteyam are─"

"I get it, Jake. You don't have to break it to pieces, I've known from the very start." You spouted, a single tear dropping from your right eye. You looked at Jake's sincereness and your breath started to hitch under the mask you were wearing. "Why are you the one to tell me this, It's so embarrassing."

Your lips trembled and from a split of a second, you looked into Jake's eyes. A huge wave of jealousy came washing over you. You knew his story, his life. How he too was human, like you. And he fell in love with a Na'vi, like you. He loved someone from a different specie who loved him back, like you. But unlike you, you weren't an avatar.

So the people of the man you loved hated you more than the hate Jake received from the time when he stood in similar shoes as yours. That thought alone made you think of Neteyam. Would it really be the right choice? Even if it probably is, only eywa knows how things would've gone if you never even formed something deeply intimate with a creature of purity.

That's right. You were human, and he was Na'vi. A man from a different specie like him ought to have never developed any sort of feelings for you. You were human. A colonizer. An invader. A demon to the eyes of the other Navi people. You were a nuisance to the prince of Omatikaya who... loved you.

"We should stop this. It's weird... We're weird." Even though you were hurting, you managed to say it anyway. And what pained you more was the fact that he looked into your eyes as you said it like your entire relationship was a joke.

Neteyam loves you. So hearing every syllable of every word you say fell on his ears like a flashback of the times he was in war. His amber eyes stared into yours and confusion erupted from his face. You had invited yourself to his private space in the home tree where all the Omatikaya lived.

You knew you weren't welcomed by the clan with the current issue you stirred up because of your interest in their prince and the only ones to welcome you were no more than Neteyam, siblings, some na'vi kids, and Jake.

Neteyam, the poor boy, had expected that you came for a visit per usual. And for you to come to him with awful remarks, they were venomous to his fragile heart. "Why... W-what? What are you saying...? What- why are you saying that!?" Neteyam stood up in disbelief, his words were laced with pain and his voice cracked. He looked at you, and you simply smiled apologetically.

That's right, Neteyam loves you. The Neteyam you used to laugh at for being slow, the boy you would cuddle when he was mad at his parents. The boy you would bully into thinking it's his fault you were smaller than him. The boy who would protect you, and in return, you would be by his side─ loving him as though you two couldn't differentiate the obvious difference you two had to be born with.

And from the way it played on Neteyam's mind, you love him too. You and him were in love, so why would it be weird? Is love weird? So why were those words he dreaded to hear spewing out of those pretty mouths of yours that he swore had lathered him with the most comforting and loving words he's ever heard in his life?

"Neteyam." His name fell from your mouth so gracefully, as if he was named only to be spoken by your voice. So why were you saying any less than what you had to?

"I'm serious. You and I are not fit together, it's not gonna work. Your clan will never allow you to be with me. Never!" You stood up as well to say your stance, but Neteyam fell to his knees and held your small hands as if pleading with you to stay.

"No, don't care about them, y/n! Yawne- My y/n, I will do anything to make them believe─" He cried, desperation so evident that you had to look away or else you'd slap him and say you love him back. And you weren't supposed to do that, you promised his father something.

That's why you'd leave him.

"Make them believe what exactly? No matter how many reasons you give them, they will never accept whatever we have!" You grabbed your hands from him and you walked off, and as you looked at him one final time─a grimace on your face that hid all the pain.

"Na'vi and Humans should never be together." You whispered before disappearing from his sight.

And the last thing you see was the betrayal Neteyam has in his eyes, the tears falling down from his cheeks and down to the hand that tried to reach out to you, pleading you'd come back.

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A scenerio where like neteyams mate is starting to show signs of heat and neteyam realizes it 🙈

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧 aged-up! neteyam x navi! reader

"Yawne... just what exactly are your reasons for doing this?" Neteyam could feel his mate's canines digging on his shoulder as she kept nibbling on him like a baby entering its teething days. It's been going on for days, so much that he started getting more misleading attention from the people and even from his own family.

Bite marks from across his body were laid on his skin like tattoos. Each day that passed, the bite marks only doubled in count and Neteyam started to look more like a mated lad. Everyday, the bite marks spread through his body like wildfire, starting from only his arms to reaching parts of his body that seemed completely intimate. Even his cheek had an obvious bite mark.

Neteyam never knew exactly why his mate acted the way she did and never questioned it, but whatever she was on, he was starting to feel very... stimulated. Aroused, rather. And the longer he feels her hot breath on his neck, her legs hugging his stomach, and her bottom resting on his calves, Neteyam simply couldn't ignore the signs of how clearly she had succeeded in seducing him.

At some point, Neteyam thought his mate contracted rabies. But his father saved him from saying such an insult with his mate when he blessed him with the opportunity to have the 'talk'.

"Ngh, I don't think this is appropriate to do right now, my love..." He muttered, a bit husky and embarassed from all the skinship he was receiving. Yet he never got a word from her as she continued on biting him, now moving on to his neck where she bit him. Literally, biting him like a meal waiting to be devoured.

The boy only sighed as his face grew more of in the shade magenta. Neteyam never said a word and continued to enlighten her to do, secretly liking how she repeatedly marked him.

"It's not very─" He was about to speak for the third time, but it turned into a moan the moment he felt something wet touch his skin. Neteyam shifted from his seat as he shivvered a little from the sensation of being licked. Even if he tried to pull himself away in fear of something happening, she pulled Neteyam back into her arms as if absorbing him entirely.

It didn't take much for him to accept it though. Because a minute bypassed and he was starting to thank the instinct he had of bringing his mate on his own tent, where only the two of them could be at. And perhaps this was enough for Neteyam to realize how being in heat works for both of them.

a/n: here's a doodle. also, im not writing smut for tey !!

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