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Hi my loves 💖

I just wanted to address all the anons who have sent me requests- they are SO appreciated and I can’t wait to write EVERY single one of them!! If the anons who sent requests see this (hopefully y’all do), I just wanted to let you guys know I have finals next week and then I’ll finally be in the right mind to write. And then I promise to fulfill all your wishes and get those fics out as soon as I can💖💖

I LOVE YOU ALLLLL AND HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GREAT DAY/NIGHT 🥰

#muah muah #i love you guys

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You know what I hate? The way the popularity of some of those bloggers disappears. For example, if they write a fic and get many notes and post the next chapter later (after a few months), they won't get the same recognition anymore and it sucks.

Just wanted to share my thoughts :)

Yeah I totally agree and have noticed this!! It really sucks bc so many people will ask for a part 2 and then the part 2 doesn’t get nearly as much attention even tho it took just as much thought/effort to write :((

#adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #Adnama talks 💖

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🎂🌙✈️🎧🎵!!

For the ask game, my love<3

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MY GIRLLLL🥹🥰

🎂- February 17, 2003! 😚

🌙- Sun: Aquarius, Moon: Virgo, Rising: Libra

✈️- Unfortunately I haven’t been able to travel to many places yet (we poor lol) but so far I would say Orlando, FL when we went to Disney World!!! 🥰

🎧- “For Whom The Bell Tolls”-Metallica

🎵- Lana del Rey, Rihanna, Fleetwood Mac, and KISS (I know my music taste is all over the place LMAO🤣)

#adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #Adnama talks 💖 #ask game

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OH EM GEEEEEE I LOVED THIS BBYYYYY🤭🤭🤭 now I have a kink for Neteyams pecs and yes I’m mad his would be bigger than mine

Welcome to vegas, baby

~ Summary : You heard Las Vegas is an amazing city so why not get a trip to it? You also heard there live hot guys only, but didn't expect one to take care of you.

~ Warnings : moderu au teyam, human reader, fingering, physic insecurity (reader), masturbating (nete<3)

~ Word count : 1.9k+

~ Translations : tìyawn - my love

~ Author's note : This was so rushed and idk if there even is a plot 🙏 forgive me!! Neteyam pic belongs to sullytey on tiktok and divider to @cafekitsune

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Welcome to vegas baby

I want you come and pay me

Give me the money, give me diamonds, give me rubies baby

Give me a best trip

I wanna go shoppin'

Get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me

"Vegas" (I wanna ride) by Joseline Hernandez

"Hey there, sweetling!" Neteyam shouted in direction over the loud music that was buzzing in your ears. You turned your head towards the voice, not knowing the owner of it was actually talking to you.

Neteyam smirked when you looked around, desperately searching for the one who called. He made his way through humans and na'vi, finally passing by to you. He didn't come to you just yet, he didn't want to seem a creep.

Instead, he ordered you another drink, just like the one you were close to finishing. After you swallowed the last drop of the sweet pink liquid in your glass, the bartender brought another one your way. You didn't expect a new drink, possibly free. Maybe he wanted to get under your skin but he was also na'vi.

Las Vegas is a place for everybody, na'vi or human. But this place is more populated by na'vi cause now tell me who, as a human, would be in their right mind to live here. Exactly! Nobody. Here the na'vi's are hot, well built and simply sexy. That's why most of them were single, nobody could get to them.

You straightened your back and when the bartender passed by, you stopped him.

"Excuse me!"

The bartender stopped in his tracks and turned around to you, leaning forward and supporting his weight with his arms by the counter.

"I didn't order this-" "I know. Someone ordered it for you." your eyes widened as you took in his words. You couldn't think of someone who would actually buy you a drink for nothing.

You nodded slowly, quietly muttering an 'okay' as he left. Though, who were you to say no to a free drink? You looked around one more time before you picked up the glass, bringing it to your lips and letting the pink colored fluid go down your throat as you savoured its sweet taste.

From afar, Neteyam was stroking himself, thinking of how your hands would feel around him. He couldn't help but stroke his cock faster, feeling himself getting closer, the simple thought of you pleasuring him only adding fire to his fuel.

He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip to prevent his moans from getting heard. Neteyam came all over his hand, drowning it in his sticky seed. He brought his hand up to his face, watching his cum stick to his fingers. Whenever he tried parting them, he saw how they were connected by a thin line of cum.

"Fuck" he muttered, quickly zipping up his jeans and going to the bathroom, keeping his dirty hand inside his jacket pocket. Entering the bathroom, he turned on the water and brought his hand closer, watching the mess on it disappear under the pressure.

As his hand was finally clean, he looked around for some napkins but there weren't any. He closed his eyes in frustration before he inhaled through his nose, letting out a breath through his mouth. With the other clean hand, he threw his shirt over his head and dried off his hand. Now that his shirt was wet, he didn't even bother bringing it with him anymore. Instead, he just threw it away in the bin as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Now as a young adult, he was good looking. Starting working up from 16 really did help him. Now, he looked magnificent. He had a God-like body with rock hard abs, a back so large that sometimes he had trouble passing through door frames, thick thighs, and huge arms. But his favorite part of his body was his chest. He could say he outgrew his own mother. Others said it was just genetics but Neteyam had massive pecs. If he ran, they bounced. If he jumped, they jiggled. Whatever he did, there was movement.

He flexed his arms in the mirror, watching his muscles bulge at his action. When suddenly, he turned his head to the side and saw you. You were standing there, with your phone lifted up almost at the level of your face. You've been taking pics of him since you misunderstood the toilet signs and accidentally entered the men's bathroom. Neteyam wasn't the one to back down, and neither were you.

"Like what you see?" he turned to you, flexing for your little phone to collect and keep. Now you couldn't ignore the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, your folds were already leaking with arousal and of course Neteyam could smell it. That's why he continued flexing just for you, letting his lips tug upwards and form a smirk on his handsome face.

As any other normal being, your eyes drifted to his ample chest. Now you were offended. He couldn't possibly have them bigger than you... could he?

"What? Are you jealous I got bigger tits than you?" Neteyam joked, letting his arms fall to his sides as he eyed you, his piercing yellow eyes mixing with your different ones.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his words, quickly moving your gaze somewhere else, allowing it to wander anywhere but him.

"Don't have to be mad-" "At least I have nipples."

Now it was your time to speak and to offend him. According to what the scientists told the world, na'vi don't have nipples. Or maybe just the females do because they have to feed their kids but men? Nuh uh.

You thought he was gonna flirt with you, be something like "then show me yours" but no. He had his head tilted to the side, smirking down at you as he crossed his arms over his chest, pressing his pectorals together to make you even madder than before.

"Do you want to see?"

Your eyes widened at his bold question, and your cheeks got a new shade of red. He just... he asked you to show his nipples to you, to prove to you that he has them too.

Because you're crazy and don't think rationally in these kinds of moments, you nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes. Show them to me."

He got on his knees in front of you and pulled you closer, his hand wrapping around your entire forearm.

While crouching, he was still taller than you so him pulling you so abruptly towards him made you crush into his chest. You could swear your eyes almost fell out when you saw his perfect pectorals bounce at the sudden movement. You swore yours never bounced like this, and you felt like crying because of that.

And as if he could sense that, he pulled you into his chest. Neteyam knew where your head would end, but pretended to not. Your head came right in between his pecs and you felt the warmth of his body enveloping you whole.

"Now, don't cry. Show me how much you love me." he gently pulled away from you and took one of his pecs in his hand, bringing you closer to it as he pointed his hard nipple towards your mouth.

Without thinking twice, you wrapped your lips around his waiting bud, sucking and twirling your tongue around it. Neteyam moaned and threw his head back, his hand coming to tangle in your hair at the back of your head, guiding your movements but also holding you there. He was gentle with you as you were with him, but what would happen if you weren't?

Out of curiosity, you slowly bit down on his nipple. Neteyam's grip on your hair tightened and you were abruptly pulled away. There was a thin line of saliva connecting your lips and his nipple.

"You want to play dirty, tìyawn? Fine. I can play dirty too." Neteyam stood up, lifting you up to his chest as he did so. He walked over to the sink and placed you on the edge, making you part your legs so he can make room for his. One hand lingered on your nape as with the other one he held you by your chin. He looked at you in the eyes, his now intimidating gaze making you feel smaller than before.

"Look at you..." he whispered, "...such a tiny little thing, with such a dirty mind." you wanted to get mad at him and shut his mouth but the way he was talking, the way he was holding you, it was just too much. And it felt too good.

He leaned forward, his face just inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath caress your face as your eyes fell on his lips, so untouched and dying for any kind of attention. You wanted to dance with his lips, you wanted to fight with his tongue and in the end, you wanted to be there for him. Forever and always.

Neteyam was looking down at you with such adoration in his eyes, like he saw Eywa herself. His pupils were widely dilated till there was no gold left and his tail was swaying slowly from left to right, every now and then brushing against your leg.

You took the initiative and crushed your lips against his blue ones. You thought you had an advantage and could dominate him by kissing. But when his large hands engulfed your waist and squeezed your flesh, you felt dizzy. The world was spinning around you as his tongue fought against yours, seeking for dominance. You could tell he was a big dom.

When you finally gave in and let yourself be dominated by him, you felt one of his thick fingers slip inside you. You moaned into the kiss and could feel the smirk on his lips. He allowed you to pull away and you took a deep breath, refilling your aching lungs.

"Feels good, hm?" he smirked down at you, bent down to ghost his spit slicked lips right above your ears, sending a shiver down your spine.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he pumped his long finger in and out of you, asking for more. You arched into his touch, now chests pressed against one another as your breath came heavy, mouth struggling to stay closed as soft mewls left your lips.

"I-I'm close..." your voice was music to Neteyam's ears. Nodding his head, he resumed thrusting his finger in and out of you, feeling your tight walls accommodate the size of his digit.

"Come on, let go. Cum for me. Cum on me."

You could feel yourself getting closer, and more vulnerable. From the independent woman that travelled all alone to Las Vegas, you turned into a little whore, needy for the attention of a man twice your height who could keep you down with one hand.

A loud moan escaped your lips as you painted his hand in your juices, walls clenching around him. Neteyam pulled out his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking and licking your aroma off of it.

"That was... the best I ever experienced." you let out a breathless laugh, looking around you and searching for a way to get down from the sink.

Out of nowhere, two large hands wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up in the air, before lowering you back on the ground. Neteyam smiled down at you and leaned in closer, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"You should stay for a while. We could get to know each other better, you know?"

#adnama’s recs 💖 #adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you

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HAHAHAHAHH NAURRR AND NOT THE UGLY POTATO LMFAOOOO😩😩

Y’all know I’m completely devoted to our big blue aliens but… let it be known that I also think about this fine ahhh man everyday 😩😩🙏🏼🙏🏼 I NEEDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMM

#what did anakin do to you #helpppp #adnama’s sweet moots 💖

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How can time pass so fast? I thought I posted my 100 followers special yesterday, but it's actually 5 days ago...

Time has been passing by fast recently I’m ngl!! So it’s not just you, I feel the same way bby!

#adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #Adnama talks💖

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OMG???? YOURE GONNA MAKE ME SOB??? LITERALLY THANK YOU SOOO MUCH SWEETHEART😭😭, you have single handedly boosted my confidence 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and omg a Greek goddess? BABY IM FLATTEREDDDD😭😩❤️

LITERALLY MARRY MEEEEE

Face reveal 🤭 (for literally no reason, I’m feeling impulsive)

But also thought you guys might like to know the face behind the screen :)) @neteyamssyulang @bambithewriter @professional-yapper @property-of-neteyam @ikeyniofthetayrangi @anemonelovesfiction @loakstahni @zafrinaxyz @ladykat73 @inolaphoenix @live-laugh-neteyam @strongheartneteyam @luvv4j4ybe11

#YOU ARE THE SWEETEST PERSON AND DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD #youre the pretty one here bby #literally made my day #ILYSM #adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #y’all go follow my babe she’s amazing #😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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AWWWWW THANK YOU LOVEEE, LETS SMOOCH THEN 😘🥰😍 and AHAHAH NOOOO ITS OKAY DONT WORRYYYY🤣❤️

And YESSS exactly!! That’s pretty much the same here- sodas and ICED tea, they never want hot tea lol

💛💚💜 girlie go for it!!

Thank you for the ask my lovie 🥹🥹

💛- this one’s harddd, I would say maybe my smile or my nose? I have my momma’s nose and she’s beautiful so hopefully I look like her!

💚- I’m from Western NC of the United States! It’s hillbilly land up in here 🤠🤠

💜- kind, empathetic, compassionate, considerate, and loyal!

#omg ilysm #you’re the sweetest person ever #adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #iced tea is superior ngl

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AWEEEE BABEEEE YOU ARE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST THING EVERRRR😭😭💖💖 (also I have some pics of me on my About me if you wanna see me 🥹)

AND LMAOOOO NOT THE SWEET TEA GIVING ME AWAY HAHAHAHAHH sweet tea is definitely a staple here and I’m a sucker for it

💛💚💜 girlie go for it!!

Thank you for the ask my lovie 🥹🥹

💛- this one’s harddd, I would say maybe my smile or my nose? I have my momma’s nose and she’s beautiful so hopefully I look like her!

💚- I’m from Western NC of the United States! It’s hillbilly land up in here 🤠🤠

💜- kind, empathetic, compassionate, considerate, and loyal!

#you’re not being creepy at all babes #you are literally the cutest n sweetest thing ever #IM GLAD TO HAVE YOU IN MY TUMBLR LIFE TOOOO💖 #adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #muahhhh😘

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💛💚💜 girlie go for it!!

Thank you for the ask my lovie 🥹🥹

💛- this one’s harddd, I would say maybe my smile or my nose? I have my momma’s nose and she’s beautiful so hopefully I look like her!

💚- I’m from Western NC of the United States! It’s hillbilly land up in here 🤠🤠

💜- kind, empathetic, compassionate, considerate, and loyal!

#adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #thank you for the ask love

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THE LOVE FOR SWEET TEA IS SO REAL!!! but you’re probably even sweeter than my favorite sweet tea 🤭

girl u have immaculate taste in everything. color, flowers, down to food dessert and drinks!! i especially love those gooey chocolate chip cookies that are soft in the middle but slightly crispy around the edges 💓

RIGHTTTTTTT?!?! And omgggg no baby YOU are the sweet one here 😭😭😭💖💖💖

Thank you so so soooo much, you are flattering me awweeeeeee!!!🥹🥰 and yesssss exactly, those are the PERFECT cookies, and then when they’re warm + with a glass of milk = mouth orgasm. 🤤

#adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #you’re so sweet n ily #precious mooties

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Send me askssss y’all, I’ll answer any 💖💖

Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

📝 last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

#ask game #get to know me #send me asks

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Y’all know I’m completely devoted to our big blue aliens but… let it be known that I also think about this fine ahhh man everyday 😩😩🙏🏼🙏🏼 I NEEDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMM

#anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars anakin #he’s soooooo #Adnama talks 💖 #i need him like i need air #hayden christensen

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This was soooo cute!! @koiibiito @luceracastro Here’s mine 🥰

1. Fav color: light pink!

2. Fav animal: dogsss ofc, especially pit bulls (I have one🥹)

3. Fav flower: baby’s breath!! They’re so cute and dainty!

4. Fav fruit: pomegranate

5. Something I usually wear: I’m basic af, I love jean shorts and wear them all the time lol

6. Pet I want to have: I ALSO WANT A CATTTT SO BAD

7. Fav food: Pasta 1000000% I could eat it everyday

8. Fav sweet treat: Choc chip cookies, esp when they’re soft and gooey 🤤

9. Fav drink: Sweet tea!!

@bambithewriter @neteyamssyulang @professional-yapper @eywaseclipse @anemonelovesfiction @etherynn @nonamevenus @property-of-neteyam I’d love to see you guys try this (but no pressure ofc💖)

Okay so I remember a while ago I saw this cute little post on my tumblr for you where a girl made her own aesthetic mood board and filled each the squares with things about herself so I wanted to try

fav color

fav animal

fav flower

fav fruit

clothing style (like a pic of something you usually wear)

Pet you have/or want to have

Favorite food

Favorite sweet treat

Fav drink

Heres mine!!!!!

I beg you guys to try this @castawaycherry @creative-heart @madame-fear @koiibiito

#my aesthetic #now I want pasta

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LMFAOOOOO YALLLLL I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THISSSS, lmk if you think yours is accurate 🤣🤣🤣

1. Who’s the one who keeps saying ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’ @professional-yapper

2. Who is driving? @anemonelovesfiction or @eywaseclipse

3. Who’s in charge of music? If so, what kind are they playing? @neteyamsoare, takes song requests from everyone lol

4. Gets the whole group pulled over by writing on a piece of paper that says ‘HELP ME’ and putting it to the window for the world to see. @property-of-neteyam @xylianasblog

5. Flirting with every person in the next lane through the window. @luvv4j4ybe11 @haunting-venus

6. Every driver that even glances at the car they assume “Guys I think the car in the lane to the left wants to race!” @nonamevenus

7. *asleep in the backseat* @zafrinaxyz @etherynn

8. “Shhh. They’re asleep.” *gently covers with blanket.* @bambithewriter

9. Has road rage. Me🫣

10. Someone manages to trigger some truckers road rage. Also me unfortunately

11. The navigator. @inolaphoenix @ikeyniofthetayrangi

12. The one who’s writing fanfic on their phone. @strongheartneteyam @live-laugh-neteyam @l0velysmut

13. Having the most intense karaoke session in the whole wide world with the radio. @neteyamssyulang @the-mourning-moon

14. *the car gets pulled over* “don’t worry everyone. I got this.” *starts applying lipstick with the intention to flirt with the officer* @jakesullyfatjuicypeen

15. “Can we watch Avatar?” Literally all of us

16. “Let’s get McDonald’s.” @thewarmblanket @neteyamssyulang

17. “Don’t make me turn this car around!” @eywaseclipse @anemonelovesfiction

18. “Can we go faster?” @ladykat73

19. “We’re driving a Prius. No we can’t ’go faster’.” @loakstahni

you and your mutuals are going on a roadtrip….

Tag who you think fits each!

Who’s the one who keeps saying ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’

Who is driving?

Who’s in charge of music? If so, what kind are they playing?

Gets the whole group pulled over by writing on a piece of paper that says ‘HELP ME’ and putting it to the window for the world to see.

Flirting with every person in the next lane through the window.

Every driver that even glances at the car they assume “Guys I think the car in the lane to the left wants to race!”

*asleep in the backseat*

“Shhh. They’re asleep.” *gently covers with blanket.*

Has road rage

Someone manages to trigger some truckers road rage

The navigator

The one who’s writing fanfic on their phone

Having the most intense karaoke session in the whole wide world with the radio.

*the car gets pulled over* “don’t worry everyone. I got this.” *starts applying lipstick with the intention to flirt with the officer*

“Can we watch Avatar?”

“Let’s get McDonald’s.”

“Don’t make me turn this car around!”

“Can we go faster?”

“We’re driving a Prius. No we can’t ’go faster’.”

#love my moots #moot games #adnama’s sweet moots 💖 #lmfaooooo

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OMFGGGGGG😩😩 all the damn feels 😭😭 I loved this so so so much omg.

BLOOD THIRST

Pairing: Vampire Neteyam x scientist human fem reader

Words: 6.3K

Summary: A infectious bite, an incurable disease, a blood sucking monster. You know there's a cure; you know you can fix this mistake. But will you have enough time before the beast gets loose?

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, Dark Content/Dead Dove Do Not Eat, angst (lovers torn apart/self sacrifice) mentions of killing people and rats, vampire lore, blood play, drinking blood, biting, grinding, oral sex (fem receiving), P in V, creampie, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: I've had this idea for so long and I'm so excited to actually have written it!

Credit: Credit to @sugarsong78 for the blood moon prompt. Credit to @cafekitsune for MDNI and support banners. Credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Na'vi Translation:

Mawey, ma tìyawn: Be calm, love

Skxawng: Moron; Idiot

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Nga yawne lu oer: I love you; you are beloved to me

Clink! Clink!

The sharp ringing of metal cuffs bouncing against the metal table leg rings out through the silent lab. Your ears ring as you cringe at the sound, more bothered by the notion of the restraints than your patient.

The sample shaker in front of you is the only other noise in the room besides the testing rats you've refused to bring into this, a quiet hum emanating from the small machine as it churns your samples together for the umpteenth time today for the second week straight.

There wasn't much time, that much you knew. The Blood Moon was days away, and every sample you had was still black, still showing negative for a cure you desperately need. Your tired body practically hangs off your work station table as you wait, sore neck and strained eyes not helping the growing migraine at the back of your head. Not eating or drink much water isn't helping either.

You've been in this section of the lab for days now, locked away from the prying eyes of others as you drown yourself in your research, fighting an imaginary clock for a cure your patient is fully convinced doesn't exist. So much so that he's refused to give any further DNA samples, you're reduced down to the minuscule amount of spit you could collect from the rim of his cup.

The noise of the sample shaker stops, body moving by muscle memory to turn off the machine and remove the lid as your burning eyes peel themselves open. Blurry vision focusing to drink in the soul crushing sight before you. Every sample: still black.

Your fingers curl into fists as a snarl rips from your throat, slamming your fists down so hard on the table everything bounces and falls over, a bruising ache building in your wrists as you repeat the action. "Fuck dammit!" you scream, blinded by your frustration as you grab the nearest vial and hurl it across the room, a spray of inky black covering the pristine white wall as glass flies everywhere. You stare at the mess you've made, whispering a quiet, "Fuck..." To yourself as your body collapses down the side of your work station.

"Mawey, ma tìyawn. I told you, your efforts are useless." Neteyam's low, raspy voice calls out to you from the other side of the room, ringing of metal scrapping metal getting louder as he shifts. "Please, just let me–"

"No," you cut him off, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes until a burst of colorful dots clouds your vision. "No way in hell."

A eerie silence falls for a long time over both of you, half convincing you that Neteyam had fallen back asleep before he spoke again. "I don't blame you."

A cold pain curdles in your gut and into your chest at his words, his soft voice piercing the stuffy air as you continue to cowar behind your work table. Peeking out, you see the light twitch of his extremely pale blue hand hanging from it's handcuff, the only part of him not hiding in the darkest part of his corner, hiding from the harsh fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

The lights hurt or at least he says they do. So does the sun. They burn his pale skin so badly second degree burn boils will litter his body if he's exposed for too long.

It hurts to eat normal, cooked food. It doesn't settle well into his stomach. No fruit or vegetable can calm the nausea that follows forcing down a piece of grilled meat, the only kind of meat he could eat was raw, blood dripping raw.

It's painful to be around people. They're like a sweet treat dangling in front of a restricted child, too tempting to not take a taste of the scarlet liquid running through their veins.

That's why he stayed away after everything happened; that's why you haven't seen him for the last three years. And now he's sitting twenty feet from you in his darkened corner with a cuff chaining him to the bolted down table by his own doing. Not wanting to attack you or any others... not again.

Forcing yourself to your feet, you shuffle closer to Neteyam's corner, keeping the ten feet distance as he's requested. From the darkness, the outline of his figure shifts towards the light, showing the monster your best friend has become. His beautiful azure skin is painful pale and drained of all signs of life, bioluminescence freckles turned dim from the lack of nutrition in his body, as his once hypnotizing gold eyes have now turned a deep blood red. His braids are grown out and his loincloth tattered from his time in hiding, his muscular stature weakened and thin from the starvation he's put himself through.

But even through all his sufferings and withering form, his unnatural eyes still hold the same kindness towards you all the same. Even through his terrifying fangs, his smile is still the same boyish grin you grew to love as a teenager. And even through all the time you've spent apart, your heart still aches for the man you see in front of you.

Neteyam takes in your disheveled state with a concerned look, "I truly don't blame you at all. You do not need to torment yourself to try to make up for something I don't regret."

You avert your gaze away from his, sickened with yourself that he's like this because of you. You grab at your sleeve, rolling up the material to bunch around your elbow. You extend your arm, presenting the exposed flesh to Neteyam, small wrist just a foot away from his face as you invade his corner. "You need to feed–"

Neteyam all but crawls away at your presence, neck strained as he pulls his face as far away as possible from your extended arm. You growl at his reaction, taking another step closer to him, accidentally brushing against his calf as you do so, feeling just how icy cold his skin really is. "You need to feed! Starving yourself won't fix any of this!"

A gravely hiss sounds out from the darkness as your arm is swiftly smacked away, "Feeding will only make me stronger if I turn."

"And being starved will only make you more feral if you don't!" you argue back, rubbing at the mark Neteyam had made from the light smack, a sudden nausea twisting in your stomach as you imagine how strong he still is; how much stronger he would be fed.

You sigh when the only response you get is Neteyam's laboured pants in between his weak attempts at holding his breath. Your limbs feel as if there's led running through your veins, exhaustion pricking at your eyes as they begin to water. You scrub at your face, letting a loud groan echo around your hands as you bury your face in them. "What the hell am I gonna do?"

You didn't expect an answer, "Go eat. Take a shower. Sleep. Please..." You almost wince at the pleading edge to Neteyam's weak voice, peeking out through your finger at the black outline still hugging itself in the shadows. You nod, dropping your hands and tugging down your sleeve. Double checking every window is covered and every door is locked, you stand in the doorway of the lab, staring into the darkness for a hint of red. "Good night, Nete."

"Come, Nete! Humans shouldn't be faster than Na'vi!" you tease, running ahead of the young warrior coming up behind you. Neteyam's distant footsteps grow softer, disappearing all together as you look over your shoulder for him.

The forest grows silent, fauna silencing themselves as you strain to hear Neteyam, unable to trust your eyes for a sign of him. You crouch, crawling into a thicket of bushes to conceal yourself, keeping your eyes on the winding tree branches above for any little movement that'll give the mighty warrior away.

A pair of warm hands wrap around your waist, snatching you from your hiding place as you're dragged across the ground and pinned under a heavy weight. The pair of hands slowly move up your body to grasp at your thin wrists, keeping your arms above your head as Neteyam peers down at you. "Pretty human girls shouldn't underestimate their mates."

You roll your eyes, squirm your knee up in between your bodies so it rests against his chest, giving you enough leverage to push some of his heavy weight off you – at least he lets you believe you're the one actually lifting his weight. "Not mates yet, you skxawng." you laugh, only giving a light tug for your wrists to be free.

Neteyam hums, nuzzling into the side of your neck as he shift his body to settle in between your open legs, both of you quite familiar with this position as you hold on to each other on the forest floor. "Then little tawtutes shouldn't try to out run their best friend, especially when they are Na'vi."

Your fingers explore through Neteyam's freshly down braids as you snuggle into his chest, "Hmm, well I'm pretty sure this Na'vi likes the chase a little too much." you whisper into his ear, watching it twitch at your words as a low rumble of purr travels into Neteyam's chest and into yours. Neteyam slowly looks up from his comfortable place on your chest, slowly blinking at you as your favorite lop-sided grin graces his lips. "Nga yawne lu oer."

You lean forward, rubbing the tip of your noses together followed by a soft kiss. "I love you too."

The day passes slowly in each other's arms, small talk exchanged between little naps and snack breaks as you both take your well deserved breaks from the chaos of your daily lives.

You're finishing up your portion of fruit when you hear it. The light rustling of leaves followed by the smallest of cries that immediately makes you turn around to find the source, Neteyam's ears perking at the sound and your actions to find it.

"Leave it," he warns you, gathering the fruit peel and bits of shell from your nuts. "Whatever it is, nature will take care of it."

You scoff at that, "Nature left this animal to cry while hiding, if it needs artificial help and I walked away, it's death is on me. I'm a scientist, Nete, I'm obligated to help." you argue, continuing to approach the desperate cry.

"The death will not be in vain, The Great Mother– Tìyawn!" Neteyam bolts up as you pull aside the large leaves covering the injured creature aside, crouching down to examine the small, black quivering ball. "Hey, buddy. It's okay, I'm gonna h–"

The black, hairless creature suddenly leaps up, teeth bared as it lunges for your neck, talon like claws digging into your shoulders to keep you close as it fights to pierce your skin with it's disgusting mouth. You scream, gripping at the cold thing clinging to you as you use all your strength to pull it off, only to shriek as it's nails rip away at your flesh the harder you try.

Neteyam grabs the thin, lanky arms of the vicious creature, pulling up on it's talons so it releases it's hold on you. Finally free of it's grasp, you fall backwards, hugging your shoulders as Neteyam grapples with the thing, fumbling for his knife as it snaps it's long fangs at his face. The hand holding the creature at bay is instead pierced with the sharp teeth, a loud yelp coming from Neteyam as the creature gnaws at his hand.

Hauling his arm back, Neteyam hurls the creature into the foliage it came from, screaming as chunk of his flesh is ripped away in the process. Both of you are panting, cradling your wounds as the sounds of the beast's shrieks fill the late afternoon air. Neteyam slowly kneels, holding his wrist as he glares at his shaking hand, dark blood unnaturally leaking from the wound.

"Neteyam?" you whisper, beginning to stand so you can attend to him, afraid he's losing too much blood. His eyes roll back into his head, body going limp as he collapses to the hard forest floor.

"NETEYAM!"

You jerk awake, a loud gasp tearing through your throat as you jolt forward, sitting up in bed so quickly your vision goes black for a moment before refocusing. Your bedsheets cling to your skin as a layer of sweat drenches your body, days old clothes still layed scattered on the floor where you left them moments before face planting into the mattress.

The big, flashing neon red lights of your alarm clock says it's only 3:38AM, but you still feel tired. It doesn't feel like you've gotten three hours of sleep; it doesn't feel like you've slept at all. The back of your head pounds with built up pressure and a reminder that you still haven't eaten.

Throwing the covers off, you all but drag your limp body out of bed, throwing your still half dazed self into the small nightstand by your side, grabbing a discard granola bar, ripping it open and eat it. The grain bar is old and crumbly, not much flavour and too much texture all at once as you force yourself to shovel down the cardboard imitation of food without water.

After fumbling around in the dark for clean clothes and trying to keep them that way with all the crumbs getting everywhere, you find an old, half drank bottle of water and decide to risk it, cringing at the stale, warm taste as you chug the remaining water and throw the bottle with the granola wrapper inside the overflowing trash bin by the door.

Wrapping the thick, white material of your wrinkled lab coat around you, a shiver wracks down your body at the coldness still lingering in your body, the verge of malnutrition and dehydration barely being kept at by as your overworked body forces itself to trudge down the hall. The creeping anxiety of your nightmare still clinging to the walls of your mind as you try to physically shake off the familiar feeling as you reach the double bolted door to your lab.

You miss inserting your keycard in the first time, letting out whiney groan as you have to grab your arm to steady your hand well enough to actually slide the card through, unlocking the outer door and having to repeat the process with the second door with the secondary key card hanging around your neck.

You stand still outside the second door, staring blankly at the plain metal door, unmoving as your body is suspended in the hair raising feeling filling your bones, an all too well-known memory flooding back as you push open the door, letting the blinding white light from inside wash over you.

You can't find him.

He was just there. Motionless. Lifeless.

Sprawled out across the most comfortable hammock in his grandmother's healing hut, still bleeding hand wrapped tightly with his fifth blood cover gauze wrap.

He's been like this for days. Not a twitch of an ear or a flick of his tail for hours now, no motion behind his tightly shut eyelids as he pales by the minute. He's corpse like, otherworldly as you stare at him for the third day straight.

The holes in your chest and shoulders didn't matter, the bruises littering your body didn't matter, nothing mattered. Just that breath. That single, shallow breath he keeps persistently doing that reminds you he's alive, whatever's happening will fade away and you'll get your best friend back.

But now you're frantic, running as best you can while hurting as you chaotically search for him, getting so desperate as to even look for a blood trail to find him. It was one little break; one thirty minute get away from the stuffiness of the healing hut to eat and get a little water before a five minute nap. Nothing more! But now he's gone and you can't find him anywhere.

You stumble your way through every nook and cranny of the village, frantically trying to keep a pleasant smile and calm demeanor as to not let anyone know that their prized prince is not only worsening in his condition, he's now gone.

Until you see it, a droplet of blood sticking out among the lush grass. A droplet soon turning into two, then three, then there's a trinkling, a pooling begins. The further you walk the more blood you find.

Your weak body pushes and smacks at every branch and leaf in your way, tripping over rocks and roots as you clumsily follow the darkened liquid trail in front of you, stopping as the pool turns into a swamp of sickening thick blood coating the ground. A pile stands before you, figures and faces known and unknown as you start to catch glimpses of skin human and Na'vi alike mixed together, limbs stick out every which way as you see the unfortunate souls that have found themselves drowning in their own blood puddle.

Kneeling in front of the mountain of bodies is one singular Na'vi drenched in blood, hunched forward as they ravenously bite and suck at the jugular of a male scientist, carelessly dropping the limp and broken body as their back stiffens, head held high as it scents the air. Immediately they spin around and face you, muzzled wrinkled as a blood spitting hiss is thrown your way through sharp, pink stained teeth.

A scream bubbles up into your throat as the creature sitting in front of you becomes recognizable for only a moment, the soft smile lines of your beloved crinkled around the beast's eyes from how harshly he's growling. Once beautifully golden eyes that you adores staring into are now a terrifying red, pupils narrowed down to pinpoints as his eyes lock on his new prey.

"N-Neteyam," your voice shakes as you call out to your lover.

"Nete baby, it's me. It's your Tìyawn." you try reasoning with him, lifting your hands as high as your pained shoulders will let you to show you mean no harm. "Everything gonna be alright, just let me–"

Neteyam shifts, half lunging at you as his hand swipes out to grab your raised arm, bone crushing grip making you scream as he pulls at your wounded shoulder, popping the joint out of place as he harshly yanks you towards him. His heavy weight is crushing you like no time before, no escape in sight as your body is immobilized by Neteyam's powerful grip.

His razor sharp fangs hang dangerously close to your neck as the sickening smell of blood and flesh taints his hot breath. The startling scrape of his teeth grazing your neck is enough for a sob to rip through your chest as your weak hands clawing at Neteyam's back, letting your body go limp in his grasp as you succumb to your fate. "Nga yawne lu oer." you whisper one last time.

Neteyam freezes, trained body locking every muscle as he halts his attack, teeth pricking your skin but never cutting the delicate flesh as his mouth slowly closes, narrowed pupils widening to look down at you through the blood red of his eyes. A shaking begins in his limbs, the violence of the tremors shaking you too as Neteyam's eyes dart rapidly over your face and body, realization rooting into his broken soul. "Tìyawn?"

You quickly realize that the usual blinding white of the lab has been dimmed, the flickering of the light by the door the only light you have as all the others have been ripped from the roof. Body crippling anxiety pulses through your veins as a single ray of bright red moon light has found it's way through the smallest of cracks in your coverings, painting the dark roon in a scarlet glow.

Your eyes immediately dart to the darkened corner now illuminated with an eerie red, the table tipped on it's side as it's leg as been wrenched off and thrown into the ceiling, shattered bits of the handcuffs litter the floor as does the million shards of glass.

A quiet breaking of your heart fills your ears as the screeching of metal sounds out from the other room, confirming your nightmare come to life. The Blood Moon has began, and Neteyam is infected and free.

You don't know what your options are, if you run you'll just be leaving one problem for another, the entirety of the outpost is locked down and any Na'vi willing to help is hiding away from those that are just like Neteyam. But stay here, stupidly running head first into the other room in any pathetic attempt to control the feral beast behind this wall will only get you killed and make this situation so much worse for Neteyam when he wakes from his trance.

But you can't leave him, not again, not to let him become his own undoing all over again. You just got him back. You searched for weeks in thickest, most secluded parts of Pandora's dense jungle like forest for even a trace of his presence, having to crawl on your knees to get even within eyesight of him as you beg and plead for him to come home, to let you help him before the Blood Moon came and made things worse for him.

You did this to him, you brought him here when he didn't want to, and now you'll be the one to fix this even if it kills you.

Steeling your raw nerves and stiffening your trembling body, you start your slow walk around the bits of broken glass and torn metal covering the floor, praying that you wouldn't get your throat ripped out before you had even a chance to speak with him. Rounding the corner to the rat housing containers, your eyes strain to see through the darkness, letting your gaze adjust as the unnerving scene before you comes into view.

The tall stacked cages have been throw about, flimsy grate doors torn off their hinges and stuck into the walls from the force of the throw. The white tile floor is stained with sprinkles of blood as the little white bodies of your precious rats lay dead on the floor, covered in blood and shriveled into unrecognizable balls of fur.

A panting on your far left catches your attention, the faint squealing of a small animal followed closely behind before a loud shriek and the crunch of teeth breaking bones ends the poor things life. From in the darkness you can see the outline of Neteyam's broad back hunched forward, a rat's lifeless body suddenly falls from his mouth and onto the ground below with the other rats he's eaten. He's still unaware of your presence as his other hand rises and begins feasting on another rat.

You wince at the spray of blood that happens as Neteyam's sharp fangs pop open the rat's body. Your throat goes dry as you attempt to call out his name, licking your lips before trying again. "Neteyam."

The man in front of you stills, dead rat dropping to the floors with a sickening splat. Time seems to crawl by as Neteyam stays crouched on the floor, staring at the blood sprayed wall as his body remains eerily still. "Neteyam, why don't–"

Neteyam's head whips around, blood red eyes void of the love they used to hold as his cold gaze locks onto your form, turning slowly to face you head on. The beauty of the man you once knew is now replaced with the horrific monster in front of you, mouth and neck soaked in crimson red that hides the beautiful patterns of his stripes and glowing freckles, soft lips you loved to kiss now peeled back to reveal his razor sharp fangs as he growl at you.

You instinctively step back, hands raised as if it would stop him, fighting the burning of tears threatening to fall as you watch the man you love wither away into nothing. "Nete–"

Neteyam lunges, body hurdling through the air at you as he scream a roar, your screams mix with his snarls as you dodge his attack, feeling the whip of his tail fly over your head as you duck under his towering form and dart back into the main lab. You sprint for the door, but Neteyam is faster as he slams against the thick metal, causing the metal to moan under his weight. You veer away from your original path, glass digs into your skin as you slip from your sudden change in direction, scrambling to get up out of the glass and away from the beast wanting to kill you.

Your fingertips just graze the edge of the window seal before you go flying backwards, your body is slammed onto your work station, paperwork and random items getting thrown everywhere as you fight against the bone crushing grip Neteyam has on you. Your legs kick out to stop the heavy weight of his body, but it's useless as with one hand Neteyam binds both your wrist together above your head, the other swiftly smacking your legs apart so the rest of his body can pin you down.

His pink stained teeth shine in the red lighting as he opens his mouth wide, using his free hand to roughly push your head to the side. "Neteyam, no–!"

You shriek as the long, sharp lengths of Neteyam's fangs pierce your shoulder, tearing into flesh and muscles as his jaw locks around the open flesh, the harsh pull of him sucking the warm essence pooling out of you only causing you to scream more.

He growls against your skin, groaning at the hot taste of your blood trickling down his throat and filling his stomach, the feeling excites Neteyam beyond anything else he's taste. You're so much sweeter, so much more satisfying than anyone or thing before as you cry and sob his name under him, little fists still trying to fight him off even as you grow weaker.

Neteyam hates himself for this, hates that it's you who has fallen victim to his plight once again as he moan into your neck, pained by how empty his belly is, and how fully and satisfied you're making him feel. Chasing away the hunger pains with your sweetness like always. Still willing to sacrifice yourself to find reason within his most dangerous state.

Your addicting taste and mouthwatering scent clarifies a small amount of Neteyam's fog covered mind, just barely enough control to detach his fangs from deep within your skin, but still unable to pulls away from the soft suckling he's doing against the broken flesh, trying desperately to stop but not wanting to leave the feeling of your hot blood on his tongue.

Neteyam's hips flex down to press his hard cock into your inner thigh, breath hitching at the familiar musky scent of your arousal filling the air. This is the closest you've been to Neteyam in years, the most you've felt of his skin, the most you've heard his deep moans in so long, that despite the pain you want him to stay here. If it means you die in the arms of your love, you would deem it a good death.

A soft gasp leaves your dry lips as the hot, thick outline of Neteyam's cock presses into your thigh, his body shifting until you feel the feel length of his erection against your cloth covered cunt, a throbbing beginning between your thighs as your pussy remembers the delicious stretch of Neteyam cock.

"Nete..." you weakly call out, limp hand itching to hold onto to him one last time. Neteyam stops his slow sucking, pressing his bloody lips against your pulse point as a gravely groan leaves his throat at his name rolling off your tongue, hips jerking up into the cradle of your thigh, leaking tip wetting the fabric of his loincloth and your pants, rocking his pelvis against yours again so his fat tip can drag on your sensitive clit.

"Neteyam!" you moan, using whatever strength you still have in your body to wrap your shaking arm around his neck, pulling his cold body closer.

A low, rumbling growl is Neteyam's response as you feel your body being pushed further up your work station, allowing enough room for Neteyam to crawl onto of the small surface to surround your smaller body with his, hips meeting together for the desperate grind to begin again.

Your left arm is numb, unmoving as it limply hangs off the side of the table, right arm full of lead shakes around Neteyam's broad shoulders. He's thinner, starved and dying by his own doing yet he's keeping himself busy on grinding your bodies together than taking the rest of your life source for himself, sticky lips lovingly pressed to your skin to suppress the need to bite.

Your lethargic fingers try their best to pet at the back of Neteyam's neck, hoping to soothe the building whines bubbling through his chest, unsure if it's hunger or pleasure that's driving such needy noises; possibly both. Your voice cracks as you speak, "It's o-okay..." you tell him, rubbing the point of his layed back ear between your fingertips. "You do what you need, take what you need... I've taken e-enough from you... I'm ready to give my life for yours."

The long lengths of Neteyam's fingers wrap around your throat, lightly squeezing around your neck as he pulls away from your embrace, hard stare baring down on your broken form with a critical eye. You just lay there, heavy eyelids fluttering closed as you prepare to let youself drift off into the unknown by the hands of your love. At least your research will fuel whichever scientist finds your lifeless body and hopefully takes up your endeavors for a cure.

You shudder at the velvet touch of Neteyam's cold cheek pressing against yours, the contrast of temperatures surprisingly pleasuring to both of you. The wet smear of your blood still on his mouth rubbing on your skin is an unnatural feeling that makes you question whether to pull away or beg for more. His unhinged jaws stop over your jugular vein, teasing the tip of his textured tongue over the pumping of blood only he can hear.

"No," the word is whispered into your skin, razor like teeth tearing through the thin fabric of your top. "No, I'm not killing you." he mumbles against the sides of your breast, nipping at the soft, pliable flesh with the very points of his large fangs. "I want you; I need you again, Tìyawn."

Your thighs clench at his words, "Then I'm yours." you tell him, weak hand reaching for his touch, finding the silkened strands of overgrown braids as his cool lips meet the tender skin of your stomach for a soft kiss, continuing to lay the chillingly light kisses down your body as his large hands roam with for more strength and desperation than he is with his mouth.

The last warming substance on your body is stripped away as Neteyam fights the back of his still very feral hindbrain not to rip your clothes off and fuck you into oblivion, still so in love with you and guilt strikened by what he's done to be harsh and greedy now. Goosebumps litter your skin as your frail body jumps at the sudden squeeze to your soft thighs, the blooming bruises from the small bites Neteyam leaves behind to sedate his urges are soothed with a sweet kiss.

Being mindful of teeth Neteyam presses the entirety of his mouth on your dripping pussy, hot, textured tongue lapping at your folds like he's starved – or more starved than he actually is – moaning at the mix of your sweet nectar and crimson elixir mingling together on his taste buds. The back of his throat tightens at the thought of your blood, ruby eyes flashing a bright red at the overwhelming desire for just a little extra of your sweet substance as you moan his name.

Neteyam growls against your clit as the searing burn builds down his throat for food, eyes squeezing shut as he quickly moves from your sopping cunt to the plush of your inner thigh, biting down on the satin flesh until gives to his persistence, warm liquid immediately flooding his mouth as he eagerly drinks it down.

Your silent scream is soon turned into a choking sob as Neteyam shifts from your wounded thigh back to your pussy, wrapping his blood covered tongue around the little bundle of nerves, sucking and swirling his tongue around it like it's the sweetest treat as a pleading apology for his uncontrollably need.

Your cry out when Neteyam pulls away from your throbbing cunt, thick string of bloody saliva connecting the two before Neteyam licks his mouth clean, crawling back over your fragile body with care as he kisses at ever bruise he left behind. The ache between his legs is too much, too many sensations all at once for him to control himself for much longer.

The unbearable burn ignites all over again as Neteyam claims your lips in a passionate kiss, the feeling of your lips is euphoric as you don't cringe away from the mingled taste of your slick and blood mixed together, happily allowing his tongue entrance so your satin tongue can wrap around his with a muffled moan that matches his.

Using the distraction, Neteyam teases his painful hard cock through your folds, his precum and your juices causing a slick lube to coat your lower halves, only amplifying your lust as the beast screaming to be released is trapped behind Neteyam's need to have you again. The slide is torturously slow to not hurt you anymore than he already has, your need for Neteyam's loving passion and lingering delicacy leaving you ready and open for the burning stretch of Neteyam's thick cock.

The moment Neteyam's pelvis meets the swell of your ass, he's crumbling into your open arms, hiding away from the marred flesh of your left shoulder in the right side of your neck, the choking of your velvet walls squeezing around him causes little aborted rocking of his hips, chasing the feeling of your body while he has it.

Light tapping of your fingers on his back tells him he can move, stiffening as his insides twist with need. Biting down on his tongue, Neteyam tastes his own blood filling his mouth as temporary satisfaction. His flat nose nuzzles into your cheek, feeling the air fill your lungs in a quiet gasp as he pulls out, plunging back inside to not have the cold of reality seep back in before it's too late.

Neteyam focuses of the rapid beating of your heart, following that quick rhythm with deep, bruising thrust until a moan builds in his throat at the quickening tightness of your gummy walls. Your enticing noises are whispered into his ear as you clinge to him, holding him with all the strength you still possess as if he didn't nearly kill you multiple times tonight, like you still love him as much as he loves you.

The numbing pleasure burning through Neteyam's lower stomach makes him look up, meeting your eyes as you smile. Your thumb shakily runs under his eye, "There you are, there's my Nete." you whisper through the little cutoffs from your punched out moans.

Seeing the awe in your hazy eyes and small voice twists apart the knot holding his sanity together, his long needed orgasm washing over him as his eyes roll back and his back bows, painting your gummy walls white with his seed.

The pleasuring feeling of Neteyam's cum filling your womb spark the limb numbing orgasm you've been teetering on for what seems like forever now, clenching down around his still throbbing cock as you cum together.

Ecstasy courses through your body as soft twitching causes you to wince from the pain seeping it's way into your torn flesh. Exhaustion clouds over your mind as your eyelids grow heavy, drifting from consciousness until you can't feel Neteyam anymore, can't feel the pleasant weight of his big body looming over you.

"Nete," you call out, expecting to feel his presence engulf you once again. "Neteyam?"

Silence follows your quiet plead. "Neteyam, please..." your voice trembles with frightened tears that you would be left with no goodbye again.

The callous of his big palm cups your face, thumb soothing your tears with soft circle on your cheek. There's a pause, a hesitation before the familiar press of his lips on your forehead invades your tender soul. The sentiment is well-known, too familiar for your situation as you force yourself not to cry, to accept his goodbye for the final time. "I'm sorry." he whispers one last time before his presence is gone, melting into the red tainted night.

The hot tears are now free to freely flow down your temples, brokenhearted sobs falling from yours lips. "Me too."

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Mentions of death, starvation, gore, blood, near death, insecurities, trauma, fluff.

Na'Vi translations; sa'nok - mother. nantang - viperwolves. sempuln - father. Ikran - banshee. Eywa - the great mother.

Artwork of Litx made by @snomoscribbles!❤❤❤

featuring; jake, neytiri, Neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, tuk, spider, and Litx.

It was a blur for the five year old, losing his mother to a breathing sickness that had taken her slowly until she joined the great mother in her sleep. And then his father dropped dead one afternoon while looking for a place for the night. 

The young child was alone, alone and hungry, his ribs viable; arms and legs thin. Litx had found a small hollow log and made that his sleeping place, he hadn't left the log in nearly two days, he missed his sa'nok and sempuln deeply, he wasn't sure why the great mother took them from him so soon, he didn't even know how to hunt yet. 

It was late, well past eclipse when strange sounds woke the young boy from his sleep. He slowly lifts his head out from a hole in the log, "sempu..?" Litx asks quietly, his golden eyes scanning around the dark forest, the glowing plants dim, foreshadowing the upcoming horrors that were about to happen. His eyes lock with many pairs of glowing yellow eyes in the dark, he quickly ducks back down into the log; little ears pinned flat to the sides of his head. He curls into a ball, his heart pounding in his chest - rattling his ribs.

That's when it happened.. Things happened so fast that the young Na'Vi couldn't even try to defend himself. Sharp teeth and claws snuck deep into the right side of his face shredding his right ear. 

Litx was drug out of the log by his leg, he tried kicking his other leg, his foot hitting the muzzle and face of the nantang many times, but it didn't do much other than make the animal growl and hiss deep in its throat, tightening its hold on his ankle. 

Litx screeches, the pain was shooting all over his face, he couldn't see out of his right eye.. All he could smell was his own blood and feel the hot stickiness dripping down his face and onto the forest floor. 

Litx looks up, his vision going black in his left eye. Feeling himself starting to grow weaker and weaker before everything went dark..

Neytiri was out early that morning, her bow slung over her back as she weaved through the forest, very pregnant with her and her husband's first born. 

Her ears flicker upwards and her nose wrinkles at a foul scent, it was thick and smelled heavily of blood. She makes quick work of stepping over some smaller bushes before stepping into a small clearing. 

Her golden eyes widening as she looks around, seeing splinters of wood and puddles of blood. 

She glances around once more, doing a double take once she saw a little foot from behind a large log at the far side of the clearing. 

She quickly sets her bow and arrow quiver down, speed walking across the clearing and rounding the log her heart dropping at the sight; 

A small child, now younger than 6 laying on their side, right side of his face covered in a crusted layer of blood and dirt.

"Oh, great mother.." She carefully knelt down, minding her round stomach and carefully leaning over. She gently brushes her hand over the left side of the boy's face, her eyes lighting up once his ear flickers and he whines lightly. 

Neytiri gasps gently, placing her hand over the child's chest and carefully pulling him up and onto her lap, cooing gently at him. She brings a hand up to the throat comm around her neck presses the button, "ma Jake, I found a child, he is severely injured," she said quickly, glancing at the child in her lap. 

Jake's voice came in slightly rushed and a bit startled, "is he breathing?" Jake asks quickly, the rushing of wind over the comm making neytiri think that he was already on his way with his ikran. 

"Yes, but he is not waking," she said, gently cupping the child's cheek. 

"I'm on my way, hold on." Jake states getting off the comm channel.

"And that is how we found you," neytiri explains to a now 15 year old Litx, a 10 year old neteyam sitting right beside his older brother along with kiri and lo'ak who were both 9. 

Litx sat there in shock, jaw slightly dropped. 

"That's so crazy!" Spider, the 11 year old boy said with a giggle, plopping himself down in litx's lap.

"And you are sure it was nantangs?.." Litx asks softly, glancing at his mother who was holding his 3 year old baby sister.

"Yes, now, time for supper, it's getting cold." She scolds lightly. 

"Yes, I hear you sa'nok." He chuckles lightly, handing Lo'ak his wooden bowl. 

"So that is why Litx has these?" Kiri asks, gently reaching over and touching Litx's scared cheek. 

Litx slightly flinched, pulling his head back. In doing so making kiri frown. 

"Yes, now eat before it gets cold." Neytiri shakes her head fondly, handing Litx a dish which he gladly takes and smiles softly. 

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