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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why do you ask?"

Kiss

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

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

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

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

"Shut up."

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

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

"Oh, Eywa, you are hopeless."

Sweet girl.

summary: your husband wakes up to you sick one morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need you.

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

pairing: Neteyam x reader

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

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

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

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

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

ps, I'm still accepting more!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you for saving me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay, Tam?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pairing: Hyunjin x female reader

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

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

a/n: next up werewolf chan