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ralak…i think I’m in heat.
That so? Let me see. Mm. Your scent…ahem—it seems that you are, little one. Is this your first heat? Shh—Shh, mawey. No need to be frightened. Allow me to help you, hm? Is this okay? Easy. I know, I know. But you must be stretched first. Patience. That’s it, good girl. Breathe for me, the ache will soon go away.
Forgive me I am rusty!! But this was fun and lowkey hard bc this man just does not speak 😭
#Ralak smut#avatar smut#awow smut#high issy talks#Ralak#Metkayina#Metkayina smut#Metkayina oc#ralak talks#in heat#heat#a/b/o
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Decided to try a new style for this one piece featuring bare Ralak riding a skimwing on observation duty 👌🏻💦 I certainly had fun 😋✨
#Ralak#riding tsurak#na’vi oc#na’vi art#digital art#metkayina#water beast#sea patrol#warrior duty#bare and exposed#just how we like it
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Kinktober 31
A / B / O
Ralak x Reader x Neteyam
PART 2 of THREESOME
✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.
Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, use of aphrodisiac, dom!Ralak, dom!Neteyam, Oral fem receiving, vulgar language, dirty talk, P in V, Oral Male receiving
Art and Ralak both created by @zestys-stuff
“You have not even proved yourself a warrior of our clan- she is not yours to take.”.
Your head quickly snaps to look behind you as you take in Neteyam’s angered expression at Ralak’s words. His slim tail whipping behind him, the hair on its tip flared, as his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, a low hiss emerging from his vocal cords. “That’s enough, both of you!” In your best efforts you attempt to wriggle out of Ralak’s grasp to stop the impending cockfight, only for his hold on you to tighten the minute you begin to struggle. You send a frustrated glare his way before forcefully shoving the center of his chest, which seemed to have do the trick as you not so gracefully stumble backwards, falling into Neteyam’s chest.
His hands gently move to cradle your body, his eyes locked on Ralak as his tongue slips from behind his lips to lick a long stripe from your ear to the base of your neck; a visual display to show the reef na’vi that he would not be backing down from what he sought to claim as his. A fang catches on his bottom lip as Ralak looks both of you over, silently noting your current position that had your lower body accessible to him. His body seemed to loom over you as he took hold of your ankles, drawing a gasp from you as he spreads your legs wide enough to hook them over his wide shoulders, lowering himself to put himself face to face with your already dripping pussy lips.
Paying no attention to Toruk Makto’s offspring, Ralak kept his eyes fixed on you alone, the silent notion being that if there was to be a competition, it would be in who would be able to make you cum either the fastest or the hardest. His crystalline eyes pierce your own like ice, fierce and assertive. His pupils slowly dilating as his tongue seeps out from his mouth to lick the flat of it along your folds.
Your back arches almost instantly, slightly shifting the position of your hips, to which Ralak corrects with a firm tug at your thighs, yet the moans you release cause the cocks of both men to twitch in arousal. You almost bite your lip in attempts to muffle your own noises, only for Neteyam to gently grasp your jaw from behind, his thumb caressing your cheek as he breathes into your hairline, “Don’t even think about hiding that pretty voice from us, yawne.”.
The helpless whine you release in response seems to be futile seeing as your protest doesn’t last long when the feeling of Ralak’s tongue slips between your lower lips, only to curl it upward to firmly push at your clit, prompting your body to act on it’s own as your hands find purchase in his tightly curled hair. No matter how much you squirm or roll your head backward or from side to side, Ralak keeps his gaze dead locked on you, wanting to see every expression or implication of how good he was making you feel.
Neteyam’s dick pressed firmly to your backside, the heat emitting off of it only confessing how desperately his need was for you. His breath hitches as he attempts to grind himself against your lower back, but finds it nowhere near enough to relieve himself. Your ear perks to his labored breathing, turning your head to see his desperate state; his brows pinched together, lips slightly quivering, lips that just looked so tempting. Looping your fingers into the inside of his beaded choker, you pull Neteyam into you, capturing his lips with your own.
His lips are hungry against yours, eagerly slipping his tongue into your mouth, his one hand still placed at your jaw while the other slips down to your chest, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers, giving it light tugs from time to time. The affections given to you by each of these men make you feel small in comparison, a guttural instinct to please them as much as they are pleasing you washes over as you slowly pull away from your kiss with Neteyam, who’s lips nearly chase after yours for a moment, until reluctantly pulling away. Lifting a hand from its place in Ralak’s hair, just as your index finger slips under Neteyam’s jaw, a hitched moan breaks from you, interrupting your train of thought when Ralak gives your clit an intentful suck.
Trying your hardest to recollect your thoughts you coax Neteyam backward, allowing you to slightly adjust your position onto your side, your hand falling from the center of his chest, down to his thigh, “I want to please you too… come…” you purr breathily, guiding your face to his hips. Neteyam catches onto your plot rather quickly yet hesitates for a moment, his cock twitching hungrily at your insinuation, “Yawne… are you sure about this?”. You’re hesitant for a moment, yet the hunger in your eyes shines true as you slowly nod your head, much to Neteyam’s approval.
Carefully the forest na’vi positions himself just behind your head on his knees. Careful not to lose the contact of Ralak’s mouth on your intimates, you angle your head up, stretching your neck upward to align his hips in front of your face. Following your motions, Neteyam places his hand to press down at the base of his cock, aligning his swollen and needy cock to your lips. You can practically feel the inside of your cheeks creating excess saliva as your eyes tentatively watch as Neteyam lowers his cock to your steadily opening mouth. The warm embrace of your tongue has Neteyam’s breath catching, his eyelids fluttering excessively as your lips wrap around his shaft. His jaw drops in an instant, giving in to losing himself to the feeling rather quickly.
At first, Neteyam proceeds with careful movements as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, a low drawn out moan drawn out of his throat when you apply pressure by sucking tentatively on him. It all felt too good, naturally his pace would speed up eventually, yet despite his hunger, Neteyam had to remind himself a couple of times not to abuse your throat too much and reel back his passionate movements. Your back suddenly arches, moans muffled as Ralak growls against your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core, clearly unappeased with the demonstration before him; watching as Neteyam got relief while his own loins burned for attention.
With your eyes being preoccupied looking up at Neteyam, lips working diligently on his shaft, you are unable to watch as Ralak pulls away, his slick covered lips, plump and glossy from having the feast of his life, but he needed more. He needed to be inside you more than anything. You were more than soaked, your inner thighs painted with a mix of your own arousal and Ralak’s saliva. So wet that you were practically dripping, so surely he could just slip it in… couldn’t he? His short ears flick at the faint whimper you release around Neteyam’s cock at the loss of his tongue and a bit of pride courses through his chest as he sits back on his knees, one hand positioned on your hip bone while the other directs his thick cock to your decorated pussy lips.
Of course Ralak doesn’t want to take you for surprise, he wants you to know what he’s about to give you, and so he slowly glides his shaft up your labia, allowing your lubricant to spread onto him. For a moment his ears twitch backward at the suggested warmth of your cunt, yet still he patiently waits for your body to respond and to which he is rewarded with a buck of your hips and another strangled noise, sliding his cock through your lower lips once more. A pleased grin spreads across Ralak’s face as he watches your stomach flex eagerly; your body’s sign that it urgently pleads for more. Cock still in hand, the reef na’vi sends a few gentle slaps against your clit, making your body jolt at each hit, “Easy now paysyul… I’ll give you what you want.”. Although his words are slightly diluted to your ears from the sounds of Neteyam’s own pleasured moans as he languidly fucks your mouth, you let out a muffled whine as a plea to take you.
Almost simultaneously as Neteyam glides his cock back into the caress of your mouth, a strong pressure begins to manifest between your thighs as Ralak carefully begins to insert himself, his fat cock head pushing and prodding at your entrance until finally it breaks the resistance of your tightness. With a muffled squeal, your back arches, an arm extending upward to claw at Neteyam’s thighs while the other reaches for Ralak, your nails digging into his finned forearm just as his hand rests on your hip, as Ralak takes you inch by inch. You moan shamelessly around Neteyam’s cock, sending a wave of pleasure straight to his loins as his eyes close blissfully, biting his lip. His ears flick a moment as he takes in the events around him, watching as Ralak is trying his best to be gentle with you as he continues to push deeper into you. Neteyam allows his hips to still, being satisfied enough with just your moans vibrating his cock, only giving small stirs to enhance the pleasure.
Your heart rate finally begins to settle as Ralak takes his time with you, slow tentative thrusts and stirs of his hips help to coax his cock ever so slowly into you, deeper and deeper until his tip is pressed snuggly against the opening of your cervix, drawing out a gasp from you at the sensation. “Shh… easy, Y/N… I’m going to move now, I shall try my best to be gentle, but…” a slow yet long stroke of his cock in and out of your cunt made his brows crease in the center of his forehead, a gruff moan effortlessly falling from his lips, “You are so tight around me… I am almost losing myself already..”. Like a promise his hips are pulled back sending a rougher thrust into you, rocking your body along with it, consequently shoving Neteyam’s cock deeper into your mouth, earning a gag from yourself and a broken moan from Neteyam.
Another growl sounds from Ralak as he locks eyes with Neteyam, the tension between them rising so much it was almost palpable. Feeling his pride now bubbling at the surface, Neteyam cups your neck in his hand, his eyes dismissively dripping from Ralak’s gaze to your own as he squeezes gently, thrusting into your mouth much more aggressively than he had been previously, earning another more prominent gag. “Ohh Eywa… I can feel your little throat expanding when I fuck you… your little mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock… mmn- sucking on me so well..”. A weak hum around his cock turns into a strained moan as Ralak thrusts once again.
This dance moves into a pattern, of Ralak fucking into your squelching pussy while your throat gets ravaged by Neteyam. A fierce back and forth of bucking jolting that leaves your cheeks stained in pleasured tears and drooling from both ends. It was overwhelming to say the least, pushing you to your utter limits as both men, recklessly ruined you, using you as their plaything to get off and loving how well your body responds to each of them.
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- Father’s Day Special -
Pairing: Ralak x Fem!Sully!Reader
Synopsis: After a long day of working Ralak comes home to you and your children showering him with love (and gifts)
Content: Fluff, mated pair, gift giving, kids being cute, Ralak being the best father ever, reader being a good mate, just a cute little family fic, no use of y/n, suggestive content towards the end (if you squint)
Author’s Note: Decided to make my first Ralak fic FD themed because I know he’s an amazing dad!
- the character Ralak (and children) belongs to @zestys-stuff
- please excuse any mistakes!
Word Count: 1k
Glossary: Sa’nu - Mommy || Sempu - Daddy || Prrsmung - Baby Carrier || ‘itan - son || tanhì - star, bioluminescent freckle
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Today was Father's Day and you were so excited to celebrate your mate. Ralak left early at sunrise to begin his clan duties. You tried to convince him to stay home and take the day off but of course, he decided to leave. You loved how hardworking he was and how he always provided for you and the boys.
You've been working all day with your son Rak'äni so he could make the perfect gift for his father, "Sa'nu? Do you think Sempu will like my gift?"
Rak'äni has been working so hard on his gift, he's spent all day crafting it to perfection with your help. Watching him use his little fingers to weave was such an adorable scene that it made your heart melt.
"Of course he will, when he sees this he'll absolutely love it" You give him a reassuring smile as you rub his head softly, slightly tousling his hair.
As Rak'äni continued working on his gift your youngest son Neyäk began to crawl around the floor, making his way to Rak'äni's gift. As you watched him getting closer you swooped him into your arms, "No Neyäk you can't mess up your brother's gift" you coo as you tickle his stomach softly which makes him erupt with giggles and show his gummy smile.
You grabbed the prrsmung that was in the corner of the room and wrapped it around your body and placed Neyäk inside so you could be productive. You went over to the cooking fire and began to prepare dinner. You loved cooking and since you were making Ralak's favorite meal you were even more excited for him to come home.
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After an hour or so everything was completed, you made a beautiful arrangement of food on your makeshift table and you began to clean up so you wouldn't have to worry about it later tonight.
As you put out the cooking fire you felt a tug on your loincloth, "Sa'nu? Sa'nu? When is Sempu coming home?" Rak'äni asked in a excited tone which indicated that he was ready to show Ralak his gift.
"Soon 'itan, he'll be here any second. Make sure when he gets home you shout Happy Father's Day" You look down at him giving him a soft smile
"I will Sa'nu"
A few moments later right on schedule, Ralak walked through the entryway with his spear in hand.
"Happy Father's Day!" Rak'äni shouted as he ran toward him with a grin plastered on his face.
Ralak's lips curled into a smile as he put down his spear, "Ah thank you 'itan" Ralak picked Rak'äni up and planted a small kiss on his forehead.
Once Ralak placed him back onto the ground Rak'äni grabbed his hand and began pulling him to the center of the marui, "I made you a gift!"
Ralak lets Rak'äni drag him to the center of the marui, watching the excitement in his little eyes as he grabs the gift.
"Close your eyes Sempu" Ralak does as told, closing his eyes in anticipation ready to see the gift his son created for him.
"Okay, you can open them now!" Ralak opens his eyes and sees a woven armband made with shell chips.
" 'itan this is amazing, you crafted this so well" Ralak can tell how much work his son put into creating it which just makes him even happier and excited to wear it throughout the village, showing it off to everyone in sight.
"Sa'nu helped me with it"
"Oh, she did?" Ralak turns and flashes you a smile, his blue eyes piercing yours which makes you a little giddy inside.
Neyäk was beginning to squirm around in the prrsmung so you took him out and placed him on the floor so he could crawl around, "Yeah I did assist him but he basically did everything by himself, he barely even needed my help" you say as you walk over to grab the gift you made for him
"This is from me and Neyäk" You hand him a basket that contained multiple perfectly woven fish nets. The works were intricate. The weaving patterns were a raw display of your skill, a mix of your new and old culture.
"Oh tanhì, these are absolutely amazing" Ralak loved when you create things for him, especially fish nets because he felt like you were great at making them, even better than him.
Each net was made of durable seagrass, natural fibers, and sea hemp. All of these materials were harder to find due to them being closer to the edge of the reef. He knew how difficult it was to retrieve these materials so for you to take the time and collect them so you could make him this wonderful gift meant the world to him.
He could tell that you poured your love into each thread.
"I knew how much you needed new fish nets and you couldn't find the time to make any so I decided to make them for you, I hope you like them."
"Like them? I love them, thank you my love" Ralak walked over to you and planted a kiss on your forehead
"I have another surprise for you tonight" a smirk appears on your lips as you run your hands through his long slick hair.
You had a beautiful night planned for the both of you, you even had the seamstress create a new, more intimate outfit for you.
"Oh, a surprise huh? Well, I can't wait to see it" He replicates your smirk with a small twinkle of desire in his eye, he couldn't wait to have his way with you tonight.
"Happy Father's Day Lak. you're the best father to our children"
"And I couldn't ask for a better mate” he gives you a quick yet soft kiss on the lips, “now let's enjoy that great dinner you made" He scoops Neyäk off the floor and sits down next to Rak'äni, and begins to play with them.
As you watch them laugh and smile you couldn't be happier, you were so thankful that Eywa gave you this perfect little family.
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RALAK EATING OUT READER
(MINORS DNI)
Pairing: ralak x fem! reader
Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving)
A/N: this is just a short drabble (this is my first time ever posting my work so omg omg I'm nervous😮💨)
(Oc and art by: @zestys-stuff )
Ralak watches you bite back a moan as he laps up your juices, two fingers thrusting into your tight hole. He grips your thighs, delving his tongue into your pussy.
"Oh fuck." You whimper, grinding against his mouth. He smirks against you, continuing to tease your wet cunt. You move a hand down to his hair, gripping it tighlty. He let's out a low growl, tongue now thrusting into you.
Your grip on his hair tightens, you tilt your head back as you feel your orgasm coming.
"Gonna cum for me, baby?" He asked, seductively. You nod, eyes rolling back.
"Shit, Lak!" You mewled, Ralaks looks up at you and couldn't help but let out a low moan at the sight. Your back was arched, mouth wide open and head tilted back as you reach your orgasm.
"Oh fuck." You pant, your body goes limp as you try to catch your breath.
Ralak continues to suck on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm
"Ralak, it's so sensitive." You whine, trying to pull away from him. He chuckles as he removes his mouth from you.
"Did so good for me, tìyawn. Now be a good girl and stay still so I can fuck you good." He rasps, moving to kiss you.
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Sober Up First.
༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Ralak Sepwan x Fem! Sully! Omatikaya! Drunk! Reader.
༉‧₊˚. Request From [@inlovewithpandora]. Prompt for 1.3K celebration! Ralak x fem!sully!reader character A kissing a drunk character B (who is coming onto them strong) and then realizing they’re drunk and being like “no i can’t believe i’m saying this but no, not like this” There is a celebration in the village and reader decides to drink some fermented fruit (aka alcohol) and as she drinks she doesn’t think it’s that effective so she drinks ALOT and it sneaks up on her bc she isn’t used to the Metkayina type alcohol bc it’s stronger than what the Omatikaya drink. I’m thinking reader and Ralak are just in the talking stage so they haven’t kissed or anything yet so when Reader comes up to him and pulls him away from the warriors (or whoever he’s talking to) and starts heavily flirting, being touchy-feely, and kissing him etc. etc. he’s taken by surprise but he kisses her back anyway bc ofc he can’t resist until he begins to taste the alcohol on her lips so he pulls back and tells her the quote above.
༉‧₊˚. Summary. With alcohol in your system, you try to take your relationship further with Ralak.
༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.
༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Alcohol is mentioned and Aged!up Ao’nung.
༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,2k.
༉‧₊˚. Index. Akula — [is a Pandoran ocean animal that roams the reefs of the Eastern Sea], Yuey — [beautiful (inner beauty)], Tanhì — [star], Syulang — [flower], Irayo — [thank you], and Tsurak — [also knowing as a Skimwing: is a Pandoran creature inhabiting the tropical oceans].
༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you to @zestys-stuff and @tiredmamaissy for bringing this handsome man to life!! Also thank you to Zesty (the creator of him) for allowing me to write for him!! 🥰 I love him so much and wanted to write for him so much. This is my first piece for him, still trying to get his character right, hope you guys love it. | Also thank you boo for sending in this prompt, had so much fun writing it, hope you like it!!
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You walk into the party the Metkayina are having for Ao'nung and his new mate, everyone is excited for the new couple especially since they will be the new leaders of the clan when Tonowari and Ronal step down.
You took a deep breath as you started to look around, many people were already dancing with each other, grinding on their mates, and others were talking and laughing with their friends as they drank.
Parties were always your thing back in the forest, you always loved to party, hang out with friends, and drink but now you only cared about one thing— well one person, Ralak.
A guy you caught feelings for ever since coming here and you recently found out he felt the same, he was the one to invite you to this party and the reason why you were late, you wanted to make sure you looked good so you took out your braids for the night and wore your best top and loincloth that you weaved yourself.
“[Name]! You made it!!” You hear a voice say behind you and you turn to see Tsireya smiling at you as she reaches for your hand, leading you to where the drinks were. “[Name], you should get a drink!!” She shouts and you could tell she was drunk already and let out a laugh.
“Sure, I missed getting loose like this,” you commented as you still tried to look around for Ralak but he was nowhere in sight, maybe he decided not to come, you didn’t want to think of that as a possibility but you can’t help but let your mind wander to that thought and once Tsireya hands you over the small cup with alcohol in it and you lift to your lips swallowing each drop as you feel the burn as it goes down your throat.
When you finish it, you ask for another cup and Tsireya raises an eyebrow bone at you.
“Are you about that, [Name]? This stuff is pretty strong,” she warns but you shrug it off, you were used to drinking back in the forest so you thought you can handle the alcohol they had here.
“It’s fine, I can handle more,” you smirked as you pass her the cup you had.
A few minutes had passed and the alcohol had fully taken over your body, it was more substantial than you expected, you assumed it would be like the alcohol you had back home but it wasn't, it was 2 times stronger than you were used to.
Tsireya had pulled you over to the dance floor after your last cup and started dancing, you so out of it started dancing as well as giggles were making their way out of your mouth.
As you dance, you looked around and your eyes landed on him, there was a bit of a distance between the two of you and he was talking to someone who looked like one of the warriors you had seen talking to your father.
A smile spreads across your face as you stop dancing and made your way over to him.
As you stumbled a bit over to him, you couldn't help but admire his features, he was so handsome, he was tall which made you always squeeze your thighs together whenever he walked up to you and beautiful bioluminescent freckles were laid all over his body.
You bit your bottom lip as his eyes connect with yours and a small smile is thrown your way.
“Fighting an Akula is my dream,” is all could manage to hear come out of the warrior’s mouth as you intertwine your hand with his, pulling him away from the conversation, too drunk to remember mannerisms.
Ralak quickly wraps up the discussion as he allows you to drag him away from the party a bit, leading him more towards the ocean so the two of you didn’t have to shout to hear each other.
“You look so yuey, tanhì,” Ralak states as he looks at you from head to toe, a blush spreads across your cheeks and a smile forms on your face.
“Irayo,” you smirked as one of your hands on his chest feeling up his pecs, his hands made their way to your waist pulling you in a little and you let out a small giggle as you look up into his eyes.
“What are the odds that I move to the Metkayina and meet a very sayrip guy like you?” You questioned not breaking eye contact with him as you gently caressed his tattoo that was placed on his lower abdomen leading to his cock.
You look down at his lips and you bite down on your bottom lip as you look back up at his eyes, leaning in closer getting on your tippy toes as he bends down a bit to connect his lips with your soft ones.
The kiss was very gentle and tender, you smiled into the kiss as your hand gently stroked his queue as soft moans comes out of your mouth.
This comes as a shock for Ralak, since the relationship was new, you both had agreed to take it slow, this was the first time the two of you kissed and it was the first time he saw you being touchy with him. Well, you loved touching him before but this was different.
You open your mouth a bit letting him slide his tongue with ease as it rolls against yours, his hands start to travel down your waist until they land on your round soft ass, squeezing it a bit making you moan into his mouth.
Ralak's eyes widen a bit when he tastes the liquor on your tongue, he immediately pulls away which brings a frown on your face as you catch your breath. “No I can’t believe I’m saying this but no, not like this”
“What’s wrong?” You queried, oblivious to the problem. “Tanhì… you’re drunk,” Ralak responded as he took your hand, squeezing it a bit.
“I only drank a little bit, it’s okay,” you slurred over your words but he sighed. “I want more than anything to take our relationship to the next level… just not like this.” He looks down at you with a small smile on his face. “I care about you too much.”
“But I want you now…” you whine, pouting a bit and he lets out a chuckle as he brings you closer to him. “I promise, syulang, when you’re sober, we can do anything you want but for now…” he bends down and gives your forehead a kiss.
“How about we go home and cuddle?” He offers and a smile reaches your lips as you snuggle against him.
“That sounds nice, but I do feel a bit drowsy.” Ralak smiles as he intertwines his hand with yours, walking towards the ocean as he calls for his tsurak, your tail wrapping around his leg to feel more closer to him than you already were.
If you was to go back in time, you would choose him over and over again, hell you’d choose him in any life, you were each others soulmate and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Metkayina Breathing Techniques
Paring: ralak × reader
Words: 100+
Warning: smut no plot MDNI SMUT UNDER THE WARNING 18+ oral f receiving
Summary: you tease ralak on his diving and breathing skills, he makes sure to rectify
Request: yes
"Do you trust me paysyul" he purrs in your ear as you both swim together in the water just outside his pod tucked away from the rest of the village you could indulge in things like this skinny dipping under the stars. You smiles softly looking up at him as he has a dangerous look in his eye almost feral "what is it?" You ask confused. "I did say I could show you how good my breathing skills better than I could tell you so let me show you" he purrs
You whimpering feeling his tongue hit your sensitive clit the rough friction making you grip the root of the mangroves the sunk deep into the water below you. He held you tight his fingers keeping your hips secure on his lips as your legs wrapped around his shoulders.
"Ral~ fuck" you whine your walks fluttering around nothing as he sucks hard on your swollen clit. His response his thick finger slipping deep inside your desperate cunt gripping and sucking his fingers deeper inside. You buck your hips bitting your bottom lip as you whimper in delight. He groans against your clit as his fangs graze over the sensitive little bud. All of this over a teasing question about his diving skills. Your body dips as your grip falters his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers pressed and abused your greedy little gspot that love to gush just from a little attention. "Gonna cum" you whine out the thick tight knot in your core close to snapping as you felt him lap and suck at your overstimulated pussy. Unable to stop the chord snaps and the high washes over you as your legs shake and spasm around his head. Seeing stars with his tongue swirling inside as he swallows every last drop of your juiced. You look down to see a calm smirk on his face "that was number 3 would you like to continue testing my diving skills" he chuckles holding your limp body in his arms. You blush "I think I got the idea" you gasps still shaking. His warm chuckles filling your ears as he carries you back to shore.
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I've watched avatar a few times and I've seen posts of this man on multiple sites, so I thought I would gif him for up and coming works I have for him.
I call him Kaalu, and in my works, he is the eyktanay of the Metkayina clan, and is Tonowari's younger brother. Imma go into depth on him later!!
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Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Special Episode IV
Seed of Life
This is @zestys-stuff 's OC. All credits to this character goes to this beautiful, talented artist. Thank you again for allowing me to explore and create with him!
Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info
🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞
Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)
Warnings: nsfw, fluff, angst, early pregnancy smut (will be forewarned before it happens), daddy daughter drama, Ralak being little rough because reader won’t stop teasing him, Ralak literally has blue balls, ball play, blowjob, brief thigh fucking, likely incorrect na’vi, teacher/student dynamics/roleplay, p in v, quickie, squirting, masturbation, dirty talk, sexual tension, age gap
Disclaimer: This chapter entails pregnancy and sexual intimacy during early pregnancy. I include a warning directly before the smut happens in the case that you want to indulge in this chapter but aren’t necessarily up for the pregnancy smut.
Word Count: 10k sorry
Requested: Yes || No
Author’s Note: thank you guys for always being so patient with me. i love yall too the moon and back <3 happy holidays and a happy new year! also, I’ve realised that I unintentionally decided that Kiri is not involved in this series (i dunno honestly, it’s just occuring to me that I’ve never really mentioned her before and it feels difficult to incorporate her at this point i suppose). It seems like we (reader) have taken her place in this au in regards to being jakes adopted ‘babygirl’ (nothing else though—no superpowers or anything loool).
Synopsis: After telling Ralak that he's going to be a father, the reality dawns on you that you need to break the news to your own father.
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This pregnancy shouldn’t be much of a surprise to you, honestly. How could you not be? After such a breeding it would be a miracle if you weren’t pregnant. Yet the news wasn’t quite sinking in, even when Tsireya looked at you with wide eyes and spelled it out for you. But now that you’re walking towards the tsahìk, you’re faced with reality and it begins to sink in as you count each step you take.
Forty-two…
The words that rolled off the tarsem’s tongue echo in your skull.
Forty-three…
Etching themselves into the bone, leaving you with no space to deny the truth.
Forty-four…
“You are with child.”
The ringing in your ears stops as your vision refocuses on the stone cold expression of the Tsahìk. Her voice is unfaltering and clear as it delivers the news to your ears a second time. Bowing to the taller woman, you sweep three fingers away from your forehead and turn your heel to walk away. But before you can take two steps she announces something that makes your ears stand tall.
“A boy.”
Her two harshly spoken words strike through your chest, a sinking feeling now brewing in the pit of your stomach. You stop dead in your tracks and lift your head that was once tilted down to your feet. Things become even more real, having you force down a wad of your spit to keep your vision from splitting again. You’re barely able to use your voice—your mouth partially open and your tongue rolling from the churn of your tummy.
“Thank you, Ronal.” You manage to squeak a decibel or two over a whisper, dropping your head again to lock your stare to your feet before fleeing the now-crowding scene. You overhear the people murmuring the news as you scurry away to your marui pod.
‘The forest girl expects the firstborn of the village’s best warrior’;
‘She won’t make it out alive!’;
‘Did you hear? She will birth the first of a new kind. A kind with demon blood’.
If your legs could go any quicker, they would.
A child grows in your womb now. A child for the man you love—Ralak. The man who deserves it most. You’re scared and excited all at once. Proud to bear a son for such a notable and fearsome man. But afraid of how your family will take to the news.
This was your first month of being a mated pair, and you’ve already succumbed to your most primordial instinct to mate. And with what everyone is already whispering, you’re scared of much more than that. Is what they say true? Is this a risky thing? Will he be teased for being different? Will he be rejected from the clan?
Does Ralak… even want this?
You both hadn’t even sat down and spoken about the possible consequences of such a cosmic event—your synced cycles. What if he hadn’t meant all the things he said? Or if he really just couldn’t prevent the things that he did during his rut? How would he react if that were the case?
Your mind is running at a hundred clicks an hour and your nerves are wringing your stomach that it takes the hot sand spilling through the cracks of your toes to make you realise that you’re already home.
And there he is, in all his glory.
Doing nothing other than sharpening his damn spear. Sitting on his knees, leaned back with his flexed abs and gathered brows, concentrating on his task—blissfully unaware of the gossip spreading throughout the clan. The sight brings serenity to the white noise in your head, leaving nothing but the crash of the waves and the splash of the ilus off in the distance. I
Ralak’s ears twitch as he senses your presence, but he remains focused on the stroke of his whetstone against the blade. He can feel your apprehension from where he sits, and he can already tell what you’re here for. Yet he chooses to keep his appearance no less than stoic, but not enough to be intimidating.
“Tanhì.” He hums low enough that you strain to hear him.
“I need to speak with you.” You utter, wetting your dry lips with a quick swipe of your tongue. You stand there fidgeting with your fingers as you await a reply from your husband. It’s almost mortifying how silent this man can actually be. You see the slight tilt of his head and his ear perk up to listen closely. Taking this as your cue to speak, you try to find the words to say.
How do I say this?
Ralak is a simple man, perhaps it’s better to give it to him straight. An easy, ‘I carry your unborn son’, would do, right? You begin to gnaw on the dry skin on your bottom lip as you think. But his silence is really getting to you today. How can he sit there so… unbothered? Not even a glance thrown your way or an eyelash batted. Maybe you should just spit it out — ‘you got me pregnant’.
“Hm?” He lets out a muffled grunt, swiping the whetstone against the spearhead. It sounds innocent. Like he’s just immersed in a task and couldn’t quite bring himself to completely stop.
“We no longer need to prepare for my heat.” You blurt out, not even knowing where the words came from. You witness his spine straighten and him quickly stilling his movements.
Little did you know his heart gallops at the speed of a direhorse, thumping wildly between his ribs as he prepares himself to finally hear you utter the words. Oh, how he had been waiting for your sweet voice to sing the news. But he realises that you seem to need an extra push to say them.
“And why is that?” Ralak husks, still unmoving.
You wait for him to turn around. To look your way. Something.
But… nothing.
“I’m pregnant.”
Ralaks heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat. A grin spreads from ear to ear, so strong and wide that if you were really paying attention you would have caught the way his ears stand at full height.
But you were too busy fighting the bubble of the blood in your thumping heart, trying to keep your frustration to a minimum. You had expected more. For him to turn around, at the very least. All you could hear was the da-dump and the silence between you two. Until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Perhaps it’s all the hushed chatter from earlier or maybe it’s just the new surge of hormones and out-of-whack pheromones but you can’t help the burn of your eyes as they fill with tears.
“So w-what? Not even a glance my way? You knock me up and have nothing to s-say for it?” You choke back your heated tears of frustration, Ralak now huffing a vehement sigh. “You’re not even surprised, or—” Your blubbering is cut short by your husband's quick movement.
Ralak instantaneously brings himself to his feet and storms over to you, towering over your petite frame. Now he’s peering down at you, dark, smouldering eyes holding the most intimidating gaze with you as he closes the distance between your bodies. He’s still damp from seeing to the ilus this morning that when your chest touches his cold, bare stomach, it hardens your nipples into stiff peaks.
“Surprised?” He rasps, his large hand flying to your lower stomach, gently pressing into it. Heaving shoulders slowing as he steadies his breathing, Ralak lowers his head to brush his lips against the shell of your ear—
“Do you not think I had every intention of putting this baby inside of you?”
Hearing this spoken in such an assertive tone sends shivers up your spine—Ralak knows exactly how to handle you and your… sensitivity. He always has. Your tail sways uncontrollably behind you, earning a well concealed smirk from the giant before you. It’s always been one of his favourite parts of you, but now—oh, now he has a new favourite part of you.
Your soon-to-be swelling belly.
“I have known.” He admits through a whisper, smoothing his entire palm over your budding womb, planting a quick kiss on your temple. “Your scent… it has changed, tanhì.”
“What?” You whisper, almost pulling away from his tender touches to look at him. “And you didn’t say anything?”
“I wanted to hear you say it. I have been waiting… to hear you say it.” He’s the one to pull away this time, looking you deeply in the eyes. His free hand raises, using his thumb to wipe away a tear seeping from the corner of your eye. “Please. Do not cry.”
You don’t even know what to say. Yet again, Ralak leaves you speechless—with trembling lips and a swelling throat.
“And you are actually eating the payoang niktsyey [fish wraps] I cook.”
“What?” You snort, letting loose a sudden, nasally giggle. You drop your smile and try to fix a serious expression on your face. “What do you mean? I always eat your payoang niktsyey [fish wraps]”
Ralak laughs, his three fingers tucking hair behind your ear, “I see you throw them to the ilus, tanhì. I am no fool.”
You laugh again, snotty-nosed and teary-eyed, sniffling when the uncontrollable giggling fit ends. “It seems that our son enjoys your cooking, ‘lak.” You bubbler with a wobbly smile, blinking harshly to clear your vision.
Ralaks eyes bulge as they frantically search yours—a beaming smile spreading across his lips, his pointed teeth on full display. “Son?” He exhales softly, his left brow bone jumping ever so slightly.
All you can do is nod, letting your wobbly smile morph into a grin. The tears come back like they never left, twice as much and even hotter than before. You swear you see Ralaks eyes gloss over too, glistering in the sunlight.
Ralak sinks to his knees, coming face to face with your soft tummy.
“My prrnen [baby]. My ‘evengan [son; boy child]. It is your sempu [daddy].” He whispers, heated lips slightly pressed against your silken skin. Chin tucked to your chest, you watch in awe, straining to listen to his hushed whispers. “I have wanted you for so long.”
Hearing that—oh, how hearing that makes you feel. You feel warm inside, your heart so full all your earlier fears melt away. Ralak looks up at you, azure blue eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration—gratitude and admiration.
“My sweet tanhì. You have made me the man I have always wanted to be.” He croons at you, planting a long, soft kiss on your stomach—eyes still locked with yours. “And I thank you for that. Nìt’iluke [forever; never-endingly]”
And just like that, the butterflies you felt when you first laid eyes on this man come rushing in, flapping their wings at full force.
“I am your mate.” You sputter out a little, tiny sob. “It’s what I-I am supposed to do.”
Ralak stands up, holding eye contact with you the entire way.
“You owe me nothing. It is an honour that you carry my unborn, y/n.” His hand leaves your stomach to grasp your hand, intertwining his thickset fingers with yours. “You will be a nawm [great] mother.”
“And you will be the best father.” You choke back your sobs, struggling to get your words out. A comfortable silence passes, where you both immerse yourselves into one another’s touch. Until Ralak witnesses your expression morph into something of worry.
“What is it?” He asks in a hushed voice, keeping his tone calm and cool.
“Speaking of… fathers.” The column of your throat undulates when you gulp hard, “How will I tell mine?”
Ralak swallows, too. The thought had crossed his mind a few times over the past week. He saw the answer as simple – tell him. Ralak holds a lot of respect for your father, looking up at him as a superior given his status and skill as a warrior. And although he’s slightly intimidated by your father, Ralak sees this respect as mutual—therefore, it should be returned. Surely, this will go smoothly if you both remain polite.
Right?
“We tell him. Together.” Ralak grasps your hand once more, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, his heavy accent shining through now that he’s high on emotions, “I keep you safe. Both of you.”
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Both you and Ralak make your way down the shore towards the webbing of overlapping mangrove roots. Though you insisted on breaking the news to your family by yourself, he was adamant that he accompanies you. You couldn’t bear the thought of your father lashing out on Ralak, especially in front of the others. You tried to explain that to him, but he simply shook his head and tightened the clasp of his saya (knife sheath) on his hip.
You make the trek by foot, wanting a little more time to think about what you were going to say, and he ensured to stay right behind you. Quite literally—looming behind you like some sort of bodyguard. Every na’vi you pass are quick to avert their gaze elsewhere when they see the giant you have as a shadow. They tried not to look to begin with, but it was a rare sight to see you two so close together among the clan.
Their hushed whispers are kept to an absolute minimum but Ralak hears them nonetheless. It doesn’t bother him. Not anymore, at least. It used to bother him before he had met you—hearing the chatter of the gossip about his voluntary six year celibacy despite being the chief’s right hand man. And now that the murmurs entail nothing but his relationship with you, he could care less.
But then he hears the indistinct mumble about the babe budding in your womb. It’s something along the lines of ‘it being some demon hybrid’. The comment alone has Ralak screeching to a halt, his head snapping in the direction of a stocky, young warrior in training. One that Tonowari had relentlessly urged Ralak to teach until he begrudgingly gave him a couple combat lessons.
Ralak’s eyes narrow and sharpen, snapping down to shoot a threatening leer down at him. That's all it took for the stumpy na’vi to drop his head in shame and scurry away with his younger companions.
Sensing that Ralak is no longer on your tail, you turn around, half-expecting him to be five steps behind. Instead, he’s right where you left him, with a reassuring smile and an extended hand gesturing you to ‘continue’. You return a light hearted smile and spin around, taking another step towards your family marui.
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“To what do we owe the visit?” Neteyam smiles as he greets you at the marui door, arms splayed out for a hug. You smile and slump into your brother, allowing him to envelope you in a warm embrace. “We haven’t seen you in what feels like weeks, sis.”
“Because we haven’t.” Lo’ak adds, lurking behind his bigger brother, arms crossed over his chest with a grin on his face.
“Hey Lo’.” You say in a low voice, smiling at him as you let go of your big brother. Ralak silently stands at the marui door, head awkwardly tilted in an attempt to fit himself in such a tight space.
“Hey, sissy.” Lo’ak throws an arm around your neck, patting your shoulder a few times as he walks you further inside and away from Ralak. “What’s up with the shadow?” He doesn’t even try to quieten his voice as he nudges his chin in your husband's direction.
You force a little laugh, unwrapping his arm from around your neck so you can inch away back to your ‘shadow’. You back up until you bump into his solid build, making a muffled thump when you collide. He steadies you by the shoulders, lidded eyes flicking down to check that you’re okay. He can sense your nervousness.
“I–we… have something to tell you guys.” You begin, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Where’s everyone else?”
Lo’ak’s eyes squint, brows furrowing as the gears in his brain grind twice as fast to figure out what you could possibly be calling a family meeting for. “No fucking way. Already?” He blurts out when he finally puts two and two together. Your eyes widen when they dart over to him, catching sight of the shit eating grin plastered to his face.
Fuck, is this skxawng going to spoil it for me? You think to yourself, apparently loud enough for Ralak to hear. He squeezes your shoulders before sliding his hands down the full length of your arms and letting go. “Mawey [calm].” He breathes, his head still hanging low. You look behind you, tilting your head up to meet his comforting gaze.
“Hey, babygirl.” Jake’s voice snaps your attention back down, having you look your father in the eye. His smile is as wide as his arms as he approaches you for a hug.
“Dad. Hey.” You whisper, returning the hug and snuggling into his chest. You bask in the moment, lingering onto how things are now—before you drop the bomb on him.
“I missed ya.” Jake chuckles, rubbing your back. He finally lifts his head and sees your ‘shadow’ hovering a little closer than needed. “Jeez, let her breathe, boy. She’s just huggin’ her old man.” Ralak keeps his head hung and takes a small but noticeable step back. Jake gives you a quick peck on the head as he begins to pull away. “What have ya’ been up—”
Jake cuts himself short, leaning back in to smell your hair. His eyebrows gather when he recognizes the familiar scent. Neytiri has smelled similarly a few times before. Jake grinds his teeth, scrunched brows and narrow eyes giving away his current state of mind. His hands slide down your arms, gripping then as he looks you dead in the eye. “Y/n. You got somethin’ to tell me?”
“Dad–” You swallow down the knot in your throat, already getting choked up.
Jake's lips purse into a thin line as his death-stare immediately averts to Ralak. And for what feels like an eternity, nothing but silence fills the room. The tension in the air is almost suffocating. Jakes eyeing Ralak down whilst Ralaks stare is locked on the way he’s holding you.
You glance over at your brothers. One’s obviously got it figured out, arms crossed, shaking his head with a smug look on his face. And one is completely clueless—poor thing. You look back at your father who is now seething, leer averted back to you as he exerts all his energy into being patient.
“What’s going on? Guys?” Neteyam breaks the silence with a worried tone to his voice. His eyes bounce from person to person, until they land on his brother.
“He knocked her up.” Lo’aks whispers harshly, not even trying to be discreet. Neteyams brows raise and now he is, too, staring at you. You feel all the blood drain from your face and suddenly you’re extremely light in the head.
Mortified is an understatement.
Everyone is clearly waiting for you to confirm it. But you’re having such a difficult time saying the two silly little words. The pressure is on now, you could even see Ralak straining to hold his tongue. You finally muster up a cowardly nod, and immediately your fathers grip intensifies, squeezing your arms firm and tight. He’s looking down at you with eyes of disbelief and somewhat disappointment, frantically searching yours to see if this is really the truth. You let loose a low hiss, wincing when you feel the pinch of his grip.
Not even another second passes when you hear the slap of your husband’s large hands grabbing ahold of your father’s wrists.
“She is pregnant.”
A deep, but low growl rips from Ralaks chest. In other words, ‘never lay your hands on a pregnant woman’. Ralak dwarfs Jake as he inches in a little closer, grasping his wrists just firm enough to send this message.
“Yeah. Got it, bud.” Jake returns a growl through his teeth and tightened lips. He shifts his position slightly, eyes flicking down to acknowledge what his son in law is trying to get across. Nonetheless, Jake stands his ground. “Get your hands off me.”
Ralak tries to regain his composure, but his protective instincts have just about gone haywire. The urge to protect has never been so intense before. It’s like his soul knows that there’s just more to protect.
More at stake.
Ralak looks down at your fathers hands once more, silently making his point clear. He holds eye contact with Toruk makto whilst he remains unmoving.
“Lak…” You squeak a warning to your husband, who only flutters his jaw as a response. Lo’ak and Neteyam are on edge, both concerned that their father has a grip on you, but even more so that Ralak has a grip on their father. They watch intently, trying to decipher if and when they need to intervene.
To everyone’s surprise, Jake exhales harshly through his nose and gently pulls away from you, but wrenches his wrists away from Ralak’s grasp. “Sorry, kid.” Jake spits an apology, readjusting his position to be directly in front of Ralak. “Care to explain how this happened so damn quick?”
“Dad!” You shout in disbelief, wedging yourself back in between the two.
“You know what? Don’t even answer that.” Jake snaps.
“You know you are really no one to talk! Where’s mom? Mom!” You go on the tips of your toes, leaning from side to side to look for her behind both the two male na’vi.
“‘xcuse me?” Jake purposely blocks your view by bobbing his head wherever yours goes. “I am still your father and you will not speak to me that—” Jake steps to the left to avoid Ralak and walk towards you. Ralak quickly adjusts himself to be the wall between you and your father, not allowing Jake the chance to even finish his sentence. Ralak is now looking down at Jake with a stoic expression, trying his best not to come off intimidating or challenging in any way.
All to no avail.
“You got a problem with me, boy?” Jake grumbles through his clenched jaw, getting in Ralaks face now.
“No. Only keeping my word, sir.” Ralak simply responds.
Jakes brought back to the very moment he made Ralak give him his word. His word that he’d never let a thing happen to his baby girl. The night you completed your iknimaya. The night he granted Ralak the permission to mate with you.
The night Ralak took your virginity.
Jake stalls for a few seconds, taken aback by Ralaks behaviour but a little impressed at the same time. Jake's expression softens upon realizing that Ralak is just protecting his mate—just as he does Neytiri, especially during her pregnancies.
But there’s no way in hell that Jake will be the first one to back down here.
“Mom!” You call for her once more, hoping that she’ll swoop in and save the day.
Neytiri rushes in, hand on her hip where she keeps her dagger sheathed—worry and concern etched into her features. She analyses the situation, taking in the scene of her own mate standing face to face with yours. She glances over at you, seeing the panic in your eyes and the hand on your stomach that you didn’t even know you had placed there. Slowly walking up to the two male na’vi, she places a firm hand on her mates chest, pushing him away from Ralak. “Ma’ Jake. What is happening here?”
Jake’s pressing his lips firmly together, not wanting to say the words. He shakes his head a little, huffing through his nostrils before placing a hand on his hip. His other hand extends in your direction, as if he were pointing out the obvious. Yet he remains choked up and speechless, his hand falling to his thigh as he gives up.
Finally, he mumbles, “Go on. Tell her.”
Neytiri looks back at you, eyes trailing back down to your hand that’s mindlessly resting on your stomach as she awaits for your answer. You feel the burn of her eyes, yanking away your hand when it becomes too much. Being the daughter of Mo’at, a tsahik, Neytiri needed nothing more than a quick glance and sniff to know what’s going on. “Is this true?”
“Yes, mom. It is true. I am.” You say in a defeated tone of voice. Ralak shifts himself, settling close beside you now rather than in front of you. He always had an even greater respect for your mother.
Neytiri’s expression only grows softer, until there's no trace of concern left in her face. Her smile is downturned but her eyes are bright, glistening with joy as she pulls you in for a warm embrace.
“It is a blessing from Eywa, my child.”
She pulls away from you, now looking over to Ralak. Neytiri lays a gentle hand on Ralaks upper bicep, “Seykxel s�� nitram [congratulations] .” Ralak signs ‘I see you’ to his mother in law, exchanging a light hearted smile with her.
It was no secret that Neytiri longed to be a grandmother. Her days of children are over now, although she was expecting her eldest, Neteyam, to give her a grandchild first. But Ralak — Ralak is a remarkable, mighty warrior and hunter. The olo’eyktans right hand man, and undoubtedly the best fisherman in the village.
In fact, Ralak was one of the first people Neytiri took a liking to after she adjusted to the way of water. She always felt that he was a good suitor for her daughter.
“Are you kiddin’ me? It’s barely been two months!” Jake scoffs, shaking his head.
“And a day for us, Jake.” Neytiri tries her best to keep a calm, but firm voice. “They are a mated pair, they are having a family now. It is Eywa’s will.”
Jake quiets himself, reflecting on his harsh ways. He sighs, loudly. His eyes finally glance down to what everyone in the room has been looking at, now staring at your protective hand that mindlessly lay over your womb once again. He grits his teeth, averting his stare to the ground, eyeing the charred wood of the fire pit. His tongue clicks as he parts his lips, muttering—
“I know… I know, alright? She’s just—” He looks up at Neytiri, then Ralak, and then you. “She’s my babygirl.”
It’s his way of saying, ‘I just want to protect my family.’
“Dad. I am but—but I’m not your baby anymore. I’m not a kid.” You croak, finding it hard to hold eye contact with him. “Your grandson is the new baby of this family.”
Jake tries to fight the way his eyebrows scrunch together, it was like hearing about the news of his firstborn son all over again. He exhales slowly, nodding his head and extending his arms to hold you. His warmth envelopes you completely, leaving no room for any cold or harsh thoughts and feelings to linger.
“You keep ‘em safe.” Jake's chin presses into the crown of your head as he mutters the words to Ralak. Ralak had always had a hard time understanding Jake's native slang, but this he understood— loud and clear.
“Always.” Ralak answers firmly.
Your safety has been, is and will always be his number one priority.
Jake nods once, squeezing you a little tighter before letting go fully. “Seykxel sì nitram [congratulations], you two.”
“Thank you, dad.” You smile whilst Ralak bows his head. Neteyam and Lo’ak finally come over for their hugs, making a comment of their own as they release you from their grasps.
“I’m gonna teach him everything I know.” Lo’aks grin is unnerving and a little sinister, giving away the trouble that he’s already trying to get your son into.
“Please don’t.” You joke back with your brother, even though you’re being dead serious.
Neteyam jabs an elbow into his brother's rib cage, disciplining him for his mischief. “Agh — do not worry, Uncle TeTe will keep him in check.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” You say softly with a smile on your face, “‘Uncle TeTe’. I like that.”
“Hey, don’t forget about ‘Uncle Lo’Lo’.” Lo’ak chimes in.
“Eh. Doesn’t have the same ring to it, you know? What do you think, lak?” You jester, looking up at him to be met with a slight smirk.
“Very… hiyìk [strange; funny].” Ralaks smirk pulls at his lips a little more. “But, at least it is not ‘ak’-ak’.”
You swear you hear a little chuckle from everyone in the room. All except Lo’ak, who is staring at Ralak with a deadpan expression, arms crossed defensively over his chest. It feels like an eternity passes until Lo’ak finally booms with laughter, extending his arm out to Ralak, who gaily reciprocates and meets Lo’aks’ with a smack.
“I like this bodyguard of yours, y/n. He actually has a sense of humour.”
You let loose a scoff and roll your eyes, about ready to wrap this whole thing up and lie down in bed. It’s seemingly obvious, seeing that everyone is giving you space as they take note of your restless body language and bowed shoulders.
“If you are tired, you should rest.” Neytiri advises, just as you feel Ralaks hand tuck under your arm to support your weight. “Your body is working hard right now.”
“Yeah, mom. I think I need to lie down for a little.” You mumble, leaning into your mate a little more.
Your family practically ushers you out, encouraging you to get some rest and to get off your feet. Ralak walks close to you on the way home, keeping with the pace you set to the tee — only intervening with a hand to your hip when necessary.
And when you finally slump into bed, your eyelids flutter shut before Ralak can settle himself beside you.
——smut warning——
You rouse to Ralak drawing the curtain of your marui, blocking out the orange hue of the last eclipse. It dawns on you that you’ve slept out most of the day. You didn’t even realise you were so tired to begin with.
“You should have woken me earlier. I slept out the day.” You mumble, sitting up in bed and lightly kicking off the sheets.
Ralak turns around, surprised that you’re awake. He curses himself under his breath; he was hoping to keep you sleeping by drawing the curtains but instead he did the opposite.
“You needed to rest.” He says, making his way over to sit on the edge of the bed. “You have been more tired recently.”
“Yeah?” You snort, “…and what else have I been, sir know-it-all?”
Ralak chuckles, his eyes falling to your stomach. “…a little more hungry.”
You smile a little, remembering his fish wrap comment from earlier.
But then you witness his half-lidded eyes glaze over with something of… wanton. It takes a second to realise that they’re no longer staring at your belly. They’re staring at your tewng [loincloth]. More specifically, the mound imprinting it.
It’s the way your pussy is being so tightly squeezed by the thin cloth covering it. It’s the one thing that Ralak can’t help himself from indulging in admiring. Then his eyes snap away, unexpectedly meeting yours. The stare he’s giving you has your thighs rubbing together and your lower tummy tingling.
“…a little more tempting.” His voice is thick like honey, laced with lust and arousal.
In every way. From the way you fill out your top more, to your scent—you’re becoming more
irresistible the farther along you progress. Your heart beats a little harder between your ribs as you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. His lecherous gaze is fixed, blue eyes piercing into yours. It’s been too long since he’s been inside you that it aches.
But he’s been patient.
Especially since the day he figured out you were pregnant. With the way you smelt he found it hard to keep his distance at times but nonetheless, he did it. But the truth is that you haven’t had penetrative sex since your cycles synced.
To be clear, he took care of you just fine.
Tending to your needs whenever you initiated intimacy with him but he never took it further than his fingers and mouth. After seeing you so battered by his own hands he found it hard to put you in a position that could garner a similar result again.
For a while, he lost trust within himself.
That he no longer had the capacity for self control. Not only did he feel like he didn’t deserve it, but he never expected you to return the pleasure either. He had already taken you on his own terms. Repeatedly.
Ruthlessly.
So when you ate one to many of his payoang niktsyey [fish wraps] — when the new earthiness of your scent wafted past his nose — he knew. He knew it stuck. He knew your womb swelled with his child as each day passed. And the urge to protect only swelled with it.
He became even more gentle with you. Handling you with care when your skin softened and your hips became a little fuller. Ensuring he had excess when he cooked. Weaving an extra thick blanket for you to sleep with when he was off on duty with Tonowari.
It ached most when he’d come home just to see it kicked off onto the floor, with you on your stomach and your leg propped up just right. Your loincloth would always shift to the side, just enough to expose plump folds that innocently peek through the seam of the thin fabric. Fuck, it more than ached. It made him tender. Throbbing in his own tewng.
Just like now.
He dares not to break the steady, intent stare. Or else he may steal another glance at the softness between your thighs. But he can see in your eyes that you feel similarly. You always give him that look before doing something ‘troublesome’. You break eye contact first, your eyes now landing on his tewng.
Fuck.
Your eyes widen a little when you catch sight of the growing, thick bulge in his loincloth. Your gaze locks onto it, taking in every detail. From the thick stripes on his thighs to the way the twine of his loincloth is cutting into his v-lines. You can even see the outline of the crown of his cock.
His stomach rises and falls from his uneven breathing, and his abs pop out one by one as he leans further back—supporting his torso with his arms behind his back. He was never shy about his body, and he certainly isn’t now.
“Then, why do you resist me?” Though it's a question, it doesn’t sound like one when the words drip off your lips. Your voice is soft and feigned with innocence, yet you're shuffling to get on all fours to crawl over to him. You truthfully don’t care for the answer, you knew that it would be the same old song—‘he doesn’t want to hurt you’.
“I hurt you.” He says coldly—simply, glancing at the fading scar on your shoulder as you settle yourself on your knees beside him. He watches as your hand finds purchase on his knee, and slides up his thigh. “And now that you are with child… I—haah”. He’s cut short with a shaky breath and slight jolt when you cup his bulge with a bit of force. He looks down at your hand, dainty and slender, barely grasping half of what’s under his tewng.
“You worry about me too much.” You mumble, more focused on the speed at which his cock pulses at. “Yet still, never yourself.” You feel around, sliding your palm up and down its length, earning a rough exhale from Ralak in return. His lidded eyes dart back over to you, taking in the sight of you almost bent over his lap.
“That so?” His voice is thick and gruff.
“Mhm. ‘m always telling you that, aren’t I?” You hum softly, slowly moving your hand further down between his legs, firmly cupping his balls. They’re heavy in your hand, hot to the touch and—
Eywa.
“They’re swollen.” You whisper breathlessly, your glossy eyes meeting him with concern. They dart back to his crotch, your hand now fumbling with the twine of his tewng, hurriedly trying to unravel the knot to get the suffocating fabric off him.
“‘tis fine.” He winces as he spits out the words, watching you pinch him a little while struggling with the taut material.
Ignoring his words, you continue with your task, a bit more gently now. And when the knot comes undone, the twine falls off his hips and the tewng loosens with it. You tug it off him and see that they’re not only puffed up but also darker in colour. They’re firm and pulled close to his body, perfectly round and stripes well-defined.
Shamefully, it turns you on to see his balls so full.
Just the thought of them being so swollen with his seed that they’re aching and throbbing to empty themselves inside you—fuck, it’s making your teeth grit. You sit back into the dip of your feet and stare as your breathing becomes heavier. The more you look the more you realize that they’re pulling tighter and tighter towards his core. You look up at him, a little surprised. Your arousal is etched into your features and it’s more than obvious in your body language. You want to know how they’d feel in your mouth. How they’d taste.
If they’d even fit.
Without another passing second you bend over his lap, tail high in the air and legs spread—the overpowering scent of your arousal filling the air. You shove your face between his thighs, inhaling deeply his musky scent. You let out a breath of desire, one that sounds nothing short of pleasure and satisfaction. He smells too good. You can’t help yourself but give his firm balls a quick, kitten lick. The giant above you holds back his chuckle, finding your behaviour cute and honestly a little amusing. Feeling like the butt of a joke, you firmly grasp his length and tug it upwards, causing his balls to pull even tighter.
“Y/n.” He hisses your name, adjusting his legs to rid himself of the strained feeling. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, and press your cheek against them. They’re hot—heating up a degree higher the more you tease him. Just as you pull your cheek away and manage to fit one of them into your mouth, his hand flies to the back of your head, balling your hair into his fist.
“You need not to—” your tail curls and the tip of it tickles against his chest, “—haah…do this.” Ralak huffs out a sigh of frustration it seems, looking down at you with somewhat of a predatory leer. You pop off with a pwah, catching your breath and turning your head.
You both share an intent stare with one another, one that feels more challenging than anything. He’s insistent that he’s undeserving of this, and you’re insistent that he must be taken care of. His grip loosens on your hair, until he lets you go completely.
“Shh…shh.” You shush him, eyes narrowing as they remain locked onto him. You slowly slide off the bed one leg at a time, sinking to your knees and settling yourself between his legs—now looking up at him with doe-eyes. The sight before you has your heart palpitating, just like the sight of your face so close to his cock has his jaw clenching.
Ralak quiets himself by locking his jaw, waiting patiently to see how this unfolds. It’s the first he’s seen you in this position, on your knees, between his. His cock twitches in excitement as clear, thick beads of precum begin to roll down its length. You swallow thickly at the sight, wrapping your dainty fingers around its girth to pull it close to your flushed lips.
Ralaks ears flutter and his eyelids grow heavy, his chest heaving as he shifts his weight to the palms of his hands—sitting up.
You open your mouth, strings of your saliva connecting your lips together. They break when you lower your head, taking the mushroomy, glistening head of his cock into your mouth. It’s mostly sweet, and a little salty too. The corners of your mouth sting as you accommodate his thickness, and you struggle to open your jaw wide enough to take him further into your mouth.
His head dips forward, eyes slamming shut when he feels your wet, warm tongue press against the underside of his cockhead. His hand flies to your head again, gently cupping the back of your skull as he lets out a strained breath.
Muffled noises vibrate through your nose as you swipe your tongue side to side against his head. It throbs against your tongue each time it hits that sensitive spot right down the middle. You suckle and swipe at the same time, using your hands to pump the rest of his length until you're grunting and snorting for air. You come up, gasping to fill your lungs.
His hand quickly slides from the back of your head to cup the swell of your cheek. His calloused thumb swipes at a bead of saliva rolling down your chin and pops it back into your mouth. “What are you doing, my tanhì?” He whispers the rhetorical question, ensuring his voice is calm and gentle. It sounds as if he’s given up—given in.
Without answering, you take him back into your mouth, locking your jaw once you open it as wide as you possibly can. You stick your tongue out as far as it’ll go and look up at him with eyes that begin to water. He looks down at you with a concerned expression, which morphs into one of astonishment. Your head goes lower and lower, taking inch after inch of his cock down your throat.
The tears in your eyes finally spill over, and your nose begins to burn. Half of his length is down your throat and you can barely breathe, but the more his face grimaces from how good you feel around him, the more of him you urge yourself to take. You hold onto his hips, using them as leverage to shove more of him down your throat.
“Hnng. Easy.” He groans roughly, pushing back against your shoves. “You are pregnaaah—mmn, you will make yourself sick, tanhì.”
Lifting your hand from his hip, you smack away his hand and take him full hilt, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making it bulge. You stop for a second, slowly inhaling through your nose to focus on not gagging. You try moving the back of your tongue, slowly stroking the rest of his length with your hand.
“Ah, shit.” He exhales shakily, his eyes rolling back before squeezing shut. He looks focused, like he’s concentrating on not cumming down your throat right then and there. Lips parted slightly, each breath he takes becomes louder and more raggedy. His thigh muscles tense up and his legs spread a little more, his hand finding its own way to the base of your kuru.
Chest swelling with pride, you begin to bob your head and coat his cock with your sticky spit. The more slippery it gets the harder he has to fight back his choked grunts. The grip he has on your kuru is tightening, as if he were preparing himself to pry you off his cock before he fills your throat.
Suddenly, his head sinks back and his jaw clenches—hard. You could feel it. The way his cock twitches. The way it’s heating up. The way it’s swelling in your mouth. Gurgled noises are escaping past his lips, and he purses them tightly together in attempts to keep himself quiet. His core flexes, and his hips start to stutter. His whole body jolts from how sensitive he’s getting, and finally he thrusts into your mouth, the pointed tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat.
You silently gag as his hips stammer into you and he’s fucking your throat in frenzied little movements. He’s trying his hardest to be as gentle as he possibly can.m, but your throat is so soft and tight around him. You swallow around his cock as you try to take a breath and suddenly his erratic movements still.
“Y/n.” He lets loose a dying groan as his head slumps forward and his inebriated eyes struggle to open.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His voice is gravelly and thick with restraint. You love to see him like this—hear him like this. You can’t help the wandering hand that’s making its way down to your soaked tewng. You try to touch yourself through the fabric, but have a hard time finding your clit with it covered like this. Exasperated, you shove your hand under the band of your loincloth and use all four fingers to rub sloppy circles into your puffy clit.
Ralak is too immersed into this to even take note of your desperation. He’s too desperate himself. And if you don’t stop now, he really won’t be able to help himself. He begins tugging you by your queue, trying to pry you away from him. With each hasty swipe of your fingers you suck a little harder, as if you were trying to match your pleasure with your mates’. He pulls at your kuru even harder but you’re unbudging, firmly holding the base of his cock as you relentlessly suckle on the most sensitive part of his tip.
“Stop.” He growls out of breath, finally looking down just to be tipped close to the edge by the sight below him. You look dumb and fucked out with his cock stuffed in your mouth, broken moans vibrating against his length as you franticly touch yourself.
Finally, he yanks you off him with one swift, hard tug, his cock slapping his stomach when it pops out of your mouth. You land on your behind, legs spreading wide open as your fingers work away at your now throbbing clit.
“Why? Can’t handle it?” You taunt him between pants and breathy, hoarse moans. Rather than answering he looks down at you with a cocked brow, kuru still in hand. Both of you stare at one another, shoulders and chests violently heaving as you both pant for air. He’s raw and pulsing, twitching from the heartbeat in the crown of his cock.
It's suspended mid air, jumping from how insanely aroused he’s left himself. Sticky beads of precum constantly roll down his shaft, one after the next and his balls are throbbing too. You get back on your knees and lunge for his cock again, tongue darting out to have another taste. He pulls you back, his hand still having a firm grasp of your kuru.
“Is this what you are like when you have been bred?” Ralak huffs, a little taken aback by your lewd behaviour. His gaze shifts to your pathetic attempt to make yourself cum, and a smirk spreads across his lips. “So desperate.” Your silence has his brows scrunching together and him yanking your head back so you’re looking up at him. A growl rumbles in his chest as he slowly rises to his feet, bringing you to your knees with him—his hung cock swaying directly in your face.
A smug little smile pulls at your lips when you realise you’re riling him up. You witness his jawbone flutter, his ears laying flat against his skull. He just wants to stuff his cock back down your throat to teach you a lesson. Instead he shoves your face into his crotch, your nose burying itself into the space between his cock and balls. He holds you there for a few seconds, just long enough that when he finally pulls you away you suck in a tiny gasp of air.
Ralak sighs a low, lengthy breath, forcing himself to regain his composure. He can’t understand how such a little thing can be so feisty. To act as if he couldn’t pin you down and take you without a scuffle. Truthfully it only makes him even harder. It only further proves that you are really the woman for him.
Slowly bringing you to your feet, he keeps your face pressed to his body so that your bottom lip drags along his torso as you make your way up. Your hand is still stuffed inside your tewng, slick fingers working hard to find their way back to your clit. With his free hand he grabs a hold of your hip, and steadily backs you up against the wall.
When your back hits the wall, a shaky breath is expelled from your lungs. He lets go of your kuru and rips your hand from your tewng. He then wedges his knee between your legs, putting pressure on your clit, making it flutter uncontrollably. His movements are quick but gentle, filled with purpose and desire. His eyes dart back and forth between yours as he searches them, his face just inches away from yours.
“Answer me, little one.” He whispers into your mouth.
“Yes.” Your answer is breathy and short.
Ralak heaves a heavy sigh.
“I am trying to be gentle…” He speaks the words through gritted teeth, using both hands on your hips to spin you around to face the wall. He lowers his head until his lips graze against the tip of your ear. “…but you make it so hard for me.” He growls, using the perfect amount of force to pin you against the wall with his body. His large hand swiftly moves to your lower stomach, cupping it to act as a protective barrier between the wall and your budding womb.
“No need to be. I can handle you just fine.” Your lips are pressed tight to your teeth, face flush against the smooth surface, making it hard for you to speak clearly. “Pregnant or not.”
Ralak chuckles.
“Is that right?” He speaks in an almost condescending tone, hurriedly tugging down your loincloth just enough to get access to your cunt. Without warning, he bends his knees a little to align your pelvises and then shoves his cock between your slickened, warm folds. “Oh tanhì, you are soaked.” His voice quiets down into a hushed whisper, “All from sucking my cock?”
A mewl splits your lips just as all the blood rushes to your face, staining it a bright pink. Your pussy clenches around nothingness only causing more of your slick to ooze on his cock. Your breath turns shaky, tail swishing wildly behind you. You can’t move even if you wanted to. He’s got you pinned down, quickly reminding you of his strength. And had it not been for his hand on your abdomen you would be completely plastered to the wall and taken on his terms.
“Tsk-tsk…Have you no shame?” Ralak tuts, holding you still. “Or must I give you a lesson on self-restraint?”
Despite his cockiness you can sense the urgency in his body language and in his voice. You can feel it in the way his hips stutter, as his cock slides back and forth between your pussy lips. His own desperation. The desire to be inside you. The need for release.
“Go on then, karyu.” You moan softly, causing his grip on you to loosen for a millisecond. Hearing that name brings a feeling of nostalgia. Of lust. You push back into him, your slippery hole trying to suck him inside with a few quick movements of your pelvis. “But I know you’ve been desperate… desperate to fuck your numeyu.”
“Oh, little one.” His chuckle is dark and depraved, his protective hand stiffening as if he were preparing it for what's to come. “Yet you are trying your hardest to take me inside you.” He licks your ear lobe to tip, whispering, “so cute.”
“Fnawe’tu [coward].” You mutter under your breath, steadying your feet to ground yourself.
Ralaks ears flicker and stand tall, then immediately lay flat to his head—his brow cocking in astonishment. His smirk grows wider, the heat in his chest spreading to his extremities. Now that pushes him over the edge.
“Say that again, numeyu.” He challenges you in a growl, angling his hips so his weeping cockhead prods at your entrance. He ensures not to let the buck of his hips win, keeping you empty and yearning.
“Haah… afraid to take what’s yours.” You purr, rising to the tips of your toes to try sink him inside you. “Fnawe’tu—”
Smack.
The sound of his swollen balls making contact with your puffy clit is almost as loud as your broken gasp. You smile open mouthed as he holds his position balls deep inside you, firmly pressing the tip of his cock into your cervix. He’s grinding his back teeth, digging his chin into your shoulder to quell the rumble of his chest from how tight you’re squeezing his cock.
You whine from the fullness of him stuffed inside your cunt, his unmoving hips sending a clear message of dominance. He’s hunched over you, body weight pinning you mercilessly against the wall, hand over your womb to keep your unborn safe—as promised. Still being gentle enough.
But you want him to lose it.
To fuck into you like he were in rut again. To use your pussy like a fucktoy to satiate his own greed and self pleasure. He deserves that much, for being such a competent and loving man to you. Yet it seems the only way to bring that out of him is to play dirty.
“Fnawe’tu [coward].” You repeat shakily.
Smack.
Another deep and hard thrust into your sloppy cunt. He lets loose the rumble in his chest this time, bearing his canines and putting most of his weight on you now. Lips pressed tightly together, your whimper is muffled and outright pathetic, pinched brows giving away the pleasure rippling through you. Still, he remains unmoving, undeniably making it clear who has the most leverage here. But that doesn’t really matter to you—you’re getting what you want, one way or another.
Right?
“Voìk si, little one [behave].” Ralak hisses, fighting the inner conflict within him.
“Haa—” Your laugh that follows is a little sinister, open mouthed and smug. Hands pressing into the wall you push off its surface, sinking him deeper inside you. “No.”
“Alright.” His voice is husky, thick with confidence and temperance.
With a rough, quick tug, his cock slips out of you with a squelch, hanging freely between his legs. Your slick mixed with his precum slowly dribbling off his tip and onto the floor between your pointed feet. You fall to the flat of your feet, panting and whining from the sudden emptiness.
“W-Wait.” You squeak, hastily getting back on the tips of your toes to stuff him inside you again. “Please.”
“What was that?” Ralak asks, voiced feigned with innocence. “A little louder.”
“Please.” You barely whisper, backing up on him.
“Come now, tanhì.” His hand slips from your hip to grip his cock. Giving it a few strokes he teases your cunt with his cockhead and you instinctively shimmy down. Hips snapping back to prevent you from taking him inside, he dips his head so his mouth is next to your ear and husks, “You can do better than that.”
“Please!” You moan loudly in desperation, reaching down to your knees to unfetter yourself from your tewng [loincloth].
“Please, what?” Ralak spits the last word through pursed lips, ready to give you exactly what you want if you just ask for it nicely.
“Please put it back inside.” You beg pathetically, finally getting the knot of your tewng undone. “Please, fuck me.”
“Ahh, there’s my good girl.” Ralak praises you with a grin, sinking his cock into your warmth at a leisurely pace. His breathing stutters for every inch that penetrates you. “Was that so hard?”
“Fuck.” You moan in relief, spreading your legs wider. He’s tamed you and he knows it. “No.”
“No…?” Ralak says it like a question, hissing when he bottoms out in your cunt.
“No, karyu.” You answer coyly, voice faltering from the pressure of his cockhead pushing into your cervix.
“Agh—haah” Ralak lets out a gruff grunt in response, his hips now snapping back and forth out of his control. He’s huffing and puffing next to your ear, pumping his cock in and out of you in a frenzy of need. Swollen balls repeatedly slapping against your clit, it’s almost impossible to hold back the gurgled noises escaping your throat.
“Fuck—so—fuckin’—deep—fuck.” The curses are punched out of you as he relentlessly smacks into you again and again.
“Lì’fyaz [language.]” Ralak chides in a growl, hand slipping down to pull back the hood of your clit—taut.
The continuous sting of your clit has your legs shaking and the way his cockhead is repeatedly stimulating your sweet spot has your eyes rolling back into your head. It’s almost too much all at once yet you yearn for more. Your cunt clamps down around him, especially when the tension becomes so tight you feel your stomach double-knot. Ralak hums when you tighten around him, only making him rut harder into you.
Pulling back, he glances down at you sucking him in, your tail curled tight to your back and his cock plunging in and out of your pussy. He can see just how tight you are as your pussy walls grip his girth mercilessly. And with the protective hand on your abdomen, he can feel each thrust against the palm of his hand. It makes his chest swell with pride—
You carry his child yet still take him so well.
“Oeÿa tsantu [my good girl]” Ralak slips into his native tongue, panting in an accent as thick as tree sap. “Oeÿa numeyutsyìp [my little student]”
Ralaks cock heats up inside you, heating your core along with it. It’s the same familiar sensation you feel before he provides you with your release. The feeling that keeps your eyes squeezed shut and breath shallow. He knows your close and slows his thrusts like he usually does, fucking you a little harder rather than faster, angling his pelvis so he’s right in your swelling g-spot.
Your hands fly behind you, grasping at whatever’s available as your orgasm washes through you. You gush all over your thighs, cum dribbling down your legs to your feet, some spattering on Ralak as he fucks and holds you through your high. It’s sudden and uncontrollable, leaving you sputtering out nonsense and your legs shaking violently beneath you.
“There it is. Good muntxate [wife].” Ralak huffs with a smirk, relishing in the quick, feverish flutter of your cunt on his cock. His voice is shaky from his uneven rhythm now that he can finally allow himself to finish too. “Love—hng—when you cum for me, you—ahh, haah—know that?”
He begins grinding to you, shoving you further into the wall as he focuses on his own climax. He uses his feet to kick your legs closed, and pulls out of you, stuffing himself between your thighs. He’s groaning and growling, hunched over you with bent knees and flushed, flattened ears. Skin slapping against skin, he humps at your thighs, thick cock sliding back and forth over your still pulsing clit.
His cockhead continuously pokes out between your folds, tip oozing and oozing with precum. Both his hands fly to your hips, gripping them with force as his thrusts become almost violent. You struggle to keep yourself standing as his hips smack into you repeatedly, your body jolting with each thrust. He gives you one last, harsh thrust, holding you still against him as you feel his cock throb wildly between your thighs. You look down to see his huge load shoot out in thick, white ropes. He’s grumbling behind you, giving your thighs an extra few uncontrollable thrusts as he peaks in his high.
Finally you fall to the flat of your feet, his arms instantly snaking around your waist to support your weight entirely.
“I told you no taunting, tanhì.” He’s referring to the time he opened up about his first rut, “Next time, you ask nicely. Tslam? [Understand?]” Ralak says breathlessly.
“Sran, oeÿa karyu. tslolam. [Yes, my teacher. I understand].” You blubber, fucked out and jaded.
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Kinktober 19
T h r e e s o m e
Ralak & Neteyam
PART 1
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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, use of aphrodisiacs, dom!Ralak, dom!Neteyam, fingering, grinding, vulgar language, dirty talk
Art and Ralak created by @zestys-stuff
“Y/N keep up.” Ralak asserted trudging uphill through the Pandoran forest alongside Neteyam Sully. Today Neteyam was tasked with finding a large and firm enough piece of wood to craft into a warrior’s spear- the perfect opportunity to take in the fresh scenery of the lush Pandoran jungle. Having grown up on the island you’d always had a certain fascination about the forest and it’s wonders. It had been years since the Sullys had become apart of the Metkayina and ever since their arrival you were dying for a chance to have one of the forest natives guide you through the foreign terrain. Although you were typically busy with your own tasks, working closely alongside Ralak as a fellow warrior of the clan, luck seemed to have been on your side when both you and Ralak were tasked with helping Neteyam train and complete his tasks to conclude his iknimaya.
“Yes ‘Lak.” You grumble with a roll of your eyes, before directing your attention to the two men ahead of you. The nickname made Ralak’s back tense as it was not necessarily something that he took joy in, but rather tolerated as it was an old habit that had yet to die from your shared teen years together. Your eyes flicked between both of them and you couldn’t help, but find yourself a bit distracted by their contrasting forms. While Ralak had the build most typically seen in ocean na’vi, he was definitely larger and more broad in size. Then there was Neteyam, a very slender form in comparison to what you were used to seeing growing up, although despite his small waist line, similar to Ralak his shoulders were broad as well. His thin tail being the first to catch your eyes when you had initially met him, now mentally noting how cute it looked as it flicked back and forth as he walked.
Both of their bodies were seamlessly decorated in rippling muscles, attributed to the constant use of them throughout the ins and outs of their everyday lives. Had their bodies always look this appealing? Of course they had; when Ralak had first gotten the tattoo on his pelvis region, there had been multiple accounts of when he had caught you blatantly staring. As for Neteyam, when you had finally gotten close enough to take a proper look at him, a sort of flutter in your stomach appeared, finding yourself intrigued by his difference in physical attributes. You quickly shake the thought from your head as a voice calls you out of your own world, “So Y/N what are your thoughts on the forest? You have been wanting to explore it for some time now, is that right?” Neteyam hums, looking at you from over his shoulder watching as your enamored eyes wander around the luscious foliage of the jungle, “It is breathtaking… so many diverse colors- lots of green.”
Neteyam chuckles softly at your comment, continuing to effortlessly move through the familiar terrain, his eyes taking in the scenery himself, “I find the green comforting, just as I’m sure the color of the ocean is the same for you.”. You simply hum in agreement, letting your eyes bounce from plant to plant, ears perking to the sounds of the forest’s inhabitants. Your eyes then fall to a particularly bright colored plant. It’s petals were a sort of deep violet, bulbed and pinched into a peak at the end. How curious it looked, something about it seemed to pull at you, urging it to get closer. Brief hints of a sweet smell wafted into your nose and suddenly you find yourself walking off course toward the allurious plant.
“Hey Neteyam, do you know what plant kind of this is?” You ask, your voice sounding a tad dissociated as you reach out for the plant. Both Neteyam and Ralak stop in their tracks, looking over to where you had strayed off to. While Ralak’s expression, although neutral, tinged with shared annoyance and confusion, as you typically weren’t one to be distracted while on duty. Neteyam’s eyes on the other hand widen in panic, his body thrusting himself forward to you, Ralak instinctually following suit as he realized the plant may not be as harmless as it looked. “Y/N no! Don’t touch that!” Neteyam exclaims, moving with haste to your side, unfortunately it was just as your fingertips graze the smooth petals. In a flurry of movements, Neteyam’s hand is pressed to your muzzle, covering your nose, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you away from it, yet it was all in vain as your simple brush against the bulbed petal triggered them to unravel and burst forth a dust cloud of some strange pollen.
Luckily for Neteyam’s quick reflexes you had avoided getting doused in the pollen, however the same could not be said for both males. Neteyam had taken the brunt of the pollen, as he pushed you out of the way, falling directly on top of you, while Ralak was able to get a decent whiff of the pollen’s intrusive scent. It permeated each of their nostrils, filling their senses with a sweet and addictive aroma. Ralak stumbled back as he tried to brush some remnants of pollen off of his hands, blinking rapidly as his nerves began to feel as if they were vibrating, “What- what is this…?” Ralak growls to himself, clumsily sitting down against a tree as the sensation of his dick twitching to life, made him release a guttural groan.
On top of you, Neteyam was panting heavily, his hand still over your nose and his face in your neck. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the two men until the realization hit you. The plant must have been some kind of aphrodisiac and seeing the effects it was having on each of your companions, you now felt stupid for approaching the mysterious plant in the first place. “Neteyam are you oka-Mmn!”, You bite your lip to muffle a moan as Neteyam starts to grind his hardened cock against your clothed folds, huffing into your ear, “Need you… hmm.. you smell so good.” He mumbles into your skin, pressing his cock firmly against your clit, making your eyes roll at the friction.
Your eyes meet Ralak’s as you turn your head to observe his state, his loincloth already discarded, pumping himself with deep grunts as he watches you squirm beneath Neteyam. His gaze was hot and possessive, his fangs digging into his bottom lip as if it were his only restraint to stop himself from coming over there to take you all for himself. It’s when Neteyam grinds particularly hard against your clit, earning a loud moan from you in response that Ralak finally loses his composure. His feet stomped heavily as he swiftly approached the two of you, using his strength to his advantage to roll Neteyam from off of you. A sense of relief yet a bit of disappointment washes over you at the loss of the friction, but the feeling is fleeting a one when Ralak grabs you by your top, hoisting you to sit on his lap as he kneels down to your level, “You did this- now fix it.” He growls, grinding you onto his erection, the rough material of your loincloth making him hiss in disapproval.
“R-Ralak hold on!” You whine with a prominent blush painted across your face, frantically moving your hands against his calm ones as he begins to untie your loincloth, “Need it off… need you.” He grumbles, rubbing his cheek against yours. Just as he does so, a booming hiss sounds from behind you. To Neteyam, he was witnessing what he sought to be his being claimed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood in unease as the tension in the air between the two males thickened. In a matter of seconds, Neteyam is claiming your backside, pressing you into his chest, while he glided his cheek along the length of your neck. Each of the men growled and hissed lowly at one another, non verbally warning the other to be wary of their own dominance. Despite this they seemed to be at an understanding… the understanding that they were to share you. For now…They were in the same predicament after all, infected with the effects of the lustrous flower.
Your body trembled as each of their hands began to touch and caress different parts of your body, Neteyam beginning to nibble at your ear, while on the opposite side of your head, Ralak was intently dragging his tongue up your neck, feeling your pulse quicken beneath the wet muscle, “Needy little paysyul…” he murmurs against your skin, his hands becoming rougher, groping your ass cheeks hungrily, pulling and pushing your hips to move your wet pussy lips along his shaft. Neteyam eyed your flustered facial expressions silently, his hands moving to knead gently at your breasts, letting out a hushed groan when your back arches into his touch, your consenting action sending blood straight to his already immensely firm cock.
Somewhere amidst the heat of the exchange of touches, your loincloth had been completely discarded, the realization only hitting when you feel two slender fingers rolling circles on your naked clit, combined with the sensation of your moistening folds grinding against Ralak's cock, making your hips jerk slightly at the sensation, “Does that feel good, yawne? You like it when I touch you here?” Neteyam purrs, nuzzling into your neck lovingly. A shiver raced up your spine before you could respond, a shaky whine leaving your lips as one of Ralak’s strong hand finds its way to the base of your thick tail, stroking it languidly.
“Such a sensitive little thing isn’t she?” Ralak says in a gentle rasp, moving his lips to suckle just above your collarbone, coaxing yet another helpless noise from you. “Mhm, she’s so cute like this…” Neteyam hums in response, letting his fingers venture further down to swipe a bit of slick from between your folds, then dragging the digits slowly back up to lubricate your aching clit once he begins to stroke it again. “Ahng~.”, Your head falls back onto Neteyam’s shoulder, mouth open with a stream of desperate whines echoing into their ears only urging your companions to work diligently to hear more of them.
Ralak’s grip on your tail grew stronger, bucking his hips eagerly against your intimates. His body was growing rigid, nearly shaking with want out of primal need. You could tell Neteyam was quickly coming to this point as well by the way his heated panting reverberated with deep growls. “Fuck, I can’t take this- I need to be in you, yawne.” Neteyam groans, adjusting his position to clumsily untie his loincloth, while his other hand continued to flick at your clit.
Ralak’s gaze immediately shifts to Neteyam, his fangs bared in a chest vibrating snarl, “You have not even proved yourself a warrior of our clan- she is not yours to take.”.
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Pairing: Human!Ralak x fem!pregnant!reader
Request: [ @teyamsbitch ] A constantly wanting junk food and B having to hide the junk food so she doesn’t get sick during her pregnancy. w/ Ralak || Ralak knows how junk food makes reader sick but reader is too stubborn and always makes herself sick by eating it so he decides to hide it from her and she whines but he gives her a substitute.
Synopsis: When a pregnancy craving hits you in the middle of the night all you want is your comfort food, the problem is you can’t find them.
Content: modern au, fluff, reader being a little stubborn, Ralak being a good hubby
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Word Count: 759
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As your husband Ralak was peacefully sleeping next to you, you felt a heavy pregnancy craving hit you. You didn’t want to wake him up, so you quietly walked out the room and made your way to the kitchen. You began rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, trying to find your favorite comfort food, but you couldn’t find any. With scrunched eyebrows, you recall the last time you went grocery shopping. It was recent and it was clear in your memory having specifically bought your snacks for times like this, so it upset you that you couldn’t find them.
When Ralak shifted in bed, he didn’t feel your warm presence, which made him get out of bed to find you. Walking around the house, he heard the sound of cabinet doors opening and closing, the fridge opening, and then your frustrated groans.
“Babe, what are you doing up so late?” He asked, voice low as he carefully walked into the kitchen to not startle you.
“I’m looking for my snacks, ‘Lak. I couldn’t go to sleep because I’m craving my snacks, but I can’t find them anywhere.” As he watched you search the kitchen from top to bottom, he sort of felt bad because he knew the reason why you couldn’t find them.
“Okay, don’t be mad, but I kind of hid your snacks.”
You turned your head to him so quickly you felt your neck was going to crack. “What do you mean ‘you hid my snacks’? Please don’t tell me you hid MY snacks from me like I’m some child.” There came times where he mentioned hiding them from you to prevent you from eating them, but this was the first time he actually did it. It annoyed you every time he brought it up, but to know that he dared to do it pissed you off because this wasn’t the time to deny you of your food.
“You know those snacks make you sick everytime you eat them.” Ralak wasn’t making that up, it was true. Each time you decided to eat them, they upset your stomach and sometimes it was to the point where you got nauseous and vomited. You knew they made you sick, but you didn’t care, all you wanted was to enjoy your snacks in peace.
“I don’t care about that, I want my snacks, Ralak!” You whined, wanting to finally fill your stomach so you could go back to sleep.
As you continued to whine and complain, Ralak reached into the top cabinet and grabbed an alternative snack he bought for you a few days ago. He knew this day would come and that he would need something to save him from being cursed out.
“Look, I bought you an alternative. Something that won’t make you sick.” Your nose turned up as you looked at the snack he was trying to offer you. You didn’t want an alternative because they never tasted like the actual snack it was supposed to imitate.
“Ralak, I don’t want it. It looks disgusting!”
Ralak just shook his head at your stubbornness. “Just try it, I bet you’ll like it if you give it a chance.” You reluctantly grabbed the snack out of his hand, hoping that it was good enough because if it wasn’t he was definitely going to get an ear full from you.
You opened the bag and placed some in your hand. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for a nasty taste to overcome your tongue before placing them in your mouth. As you chewed them slowly, taking in the flavor, you realized that they weren’t that bad. They actually tasted better than you expected.
As Ralak closely watched you eat, he noticed the small fire in your eyes subside now that you were having your cravings fulfilled. “Do you feel better now?” He came behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso while placing his hands on your swollen stomach and resting his head on your shoulder.
“Yes, much better. Thank you for getting me these, I appreciate it.” You turned and kissed his cheek which caused a soft smile to curl onto his lips knowing that he made you happy. When you finished your snack, right on cue your eyes began to flutter close, which made Ralak pick you up and carry you into your shared bedroom.
After gently placing you in bed, he tucked you in and kissed your forehead, smiling as he thought about how soon it would be before your little bundle of joy would be there.
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Ralak x Plus!Na'vi!Reader
Warnings: Mild angst, mentioned bullying/fat shaming, biting, body worship, oral (f receiving), established relationship, FLUFF,18+
Not beta read, might contain some errors, I'll hunt them down later RIP
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The day had been awful for you, eyes puffy and sore from swiping away tears. Your chest felt tight and a lump lodged itself in your throat. The harsh words of the Metkayina boys still ricocheted in your mind, the vile words, 'fat' and 'ugly', stuck out the most when you unintentionally replayed the scene. Your feet slowly brought you to the familiar marui of your mate, his back faced you as you spotted him sharpening a spear nearby. His ears immediately flicked back at the sounds of your approach, the utter sorrow in your aura quickly forcing him to whip around to inspect you. In a few long strides, he stood a breath away, large hands flying up to cup your cheeks in their lovely warmth.
"Tanhi..what is the matter?" He asked gently. His voice slowly eased your inner turmoil, large amber eyes gazing into his through thick lashes. You couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye, quickly being swept away by his thumb ever so gently. He was patient with you and didn't rush you to tell him what had happened, something you were grateful for. "Ma 'Lak, why did you choose me? I'm not pretty like Tsireya or any of the other girls." You sobbed out, finally allowing yourself to break down in the comfort of your muntxatan. Ralak growled deep in his chest, the sound was a halfhearted warning. "Don't ever speak of yourself in such a way. I chose you because I love you. No other woman can compare to you, yawne." He said as his forehead rested against yours. He diligently wiped away each tear, leaning away enough to place a tender kiss on your forehead and at the corner of your lips. Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the gesture, calming the tears that once spilled freely.
"Who would make you think otherwise?" He asked. His eyes narrowed and flashed with anger, he was ready - and willing - to find the skxawng that had made you cry, ready to defend his gorgeous wife. You smiled softly and sniffled before placing a hand on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of it and the steady beating of his heart. "Mawey! I just want to spend the day with you and forget it even happened." You reasoned softly. His body immediately relaxed as a sigh escaped through his nose. Ralak grabbed your hand and pulled you to follow, entering his marui that he constantly asked you to live with him in.
You looked around at the trinkets he had on display, large eyes roving over every little detail. You yelped when you felt a strong arm wrap around your middle, his fingers traced the dark stripes on the softness of your belly, each touch sending shivers down your spine and igniting the growing heat pooling in your abdomen. His lips grazed the tip of your ear, prompting goosebumps to erupt over your smooth skin. Your tail wrapped loosely around his thigh, inches away from his hardening cock.
His other hand moved to your lower back, fingers working to untie your loincloth. The material fell to your feet, already forgotten as his hand trailed from your stomach to your chest. His skilled fingers slipped beneath your top to toy with your perked nipples, drawing out a soft whimper that had his ears swiveling to catch the beautiful sound. Your hips stuttered forward a bit at the sudden feeling of his fingers inching closer to your core, a burning need for his fingers inside of you heating up your already humid skin.
"You are so beautiful and I will make you see that." He mumbled in your ear before placing a kiss to the side of your neck. Your brows furrowed as he released you, his large hands wasting no time in spinning you around to face him. He gently nudged you down into the bed behind you, his fingers digging into the plushness of your full thighs. His hair fell like a curtain around his face, casting a shadow that made him look nothing short of predatory. He studied the way your hair spilled around your head, the soft flutter of your lashes, the way your lips parted as you began to pant in anticipation. He found the sight truly breathtaking. His head dipped down to plant warm kisses above your breast, each one growing lower until he stripped you of your top.
He resumed his mission, fangs now scraping gently across your skin, the urge to sink his teeth into your pretty blue skin overwhelming any other thought. You cried out as he bit down firmly on the fat of your breast, taking care to not break the skin. His tongue was quick to dart out, hot and soothing against the marks in your skin. He trailed further down, now pressing more open-mouthed kisses to your belly. Your hand stretched out to him, watching dazedly as his long fingers entwined with your smaller ones. His grasp on your hand was sure, his eyes boring into yours with that same confidence, you were perfect and all his.
His lips halted just below your navel, a frustrated grunt from you causing him to chuckle softly. His body gracefully rose back up so that he was in full view, your hands still tightly clasped. "My muntxate, you are perfect. Here.." He paused to place a kiss upon the pudge of your belly, "Here." Another on your thick thigh, "And here." A kiss planted directly on your swollen clit. Your face heated up as a moan left your throat. His lips twitched from the smile he held back, watching in adoration as his pretty little mate put her trust in him, allowing him in on her insecurities that he always reassured were nonsense. You were stunning in his eyes.
His hands gently spread your thighs, watching the sheen of slick coat your cunt and inner thighs. He didn't hesitate to delve forward, warm tongue swiping over your slit and forcing a guttural moan from your lips. He ran his thumb over your neglected clit, feeling your walls flutter once his tongue slip past your entrance. Your eyes rolled back as he skillfully fucked you on his tongue. His thumb drew tight circles over your clit, his mouth switched to take over with the assault against your nub, his finger now running along your slit to gather your nectar. His finger sunk into your soaked cunt, curling just enough to hit that special spot within.
Your moans grew louder, tapering off into pants when the knot in your stomach tightened. Your other hand flew down to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging gently with each flick of his tongue. He lapped up every drop your pussy bestowed him, quickly pulling you closer to the edge. He added another finger, massaging your silky walls while his mouth sucked greedily on your throbbing clit. Your hips jerked and your legs shook as white bloomed behind your eyelids, coil in your abdomen finally snapping. He continued to pump his fingers into your cunt, unexpectedly ripping another orgasm from you. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, the blissed out expression on your face filling his chest with pride.
He slowly pulled his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth to suck off the rest of your juices. He moved to give you a sweet kiss, tongue caressing your fangs and allowing you to taste yourself. "I hope you are not too tired, yawne." He hummed against your lips. You let out an elated giggle, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.
"We have all night, 'Lak."
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