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neteyamsyawntu · 6 months

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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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inlovewithpandora · 10 months

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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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tiredmamaissy · 4 months

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I wrote this last night extra horned up and tired 😂 forgive me for any errors or just plain shit writing but I couldn’t stop thinking about Ralak coming home from a long day and we’re just laying on the bed spread and expecting him to take care of us but he’s a little miserable and grumpy so he uses us for stress relief instead 😭

MDNI!! 🔞🔞

One particular night he comes home late from his duties with Tonowari and as he walks through the door you’re already naked and spread for him. Legs wide open and glistening pussy on full display. Your hole clenches around nothing and it’s more than obvious that you’ve been waiting very very patiently for your cock to come home. Your wetness is overflowing, sticky and thick as it drips onto your cot to soak your sheet. He has a glance and his gaze hardens instantly. His jaw tenses and you can barely see the minuscule jump of his brow bone. Then he looks away, seemingly unbothered and unclasps his gear from his chest and allows it to thud onto the floor. He walks past you and begins putting his damp hair into a messy bun, back turned to you.

“Tahnì.”

He says it as he reaches for a bottle on the top shelf, something he’d usually do after Tonowari worked him hard into the ground. He hastily pops the cork out and takes swig right then and there. Then another. And another. And after a few loud gulps he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and walks past you, bottle in hand. He plops himself down onto a wooden stool in the corner of the marui, getting himself comfortable as he leans back and props open his legs, settling the hand holding his bottle between his thighs.

Then his eyes snap up to you. Taking in every detail of the sight before him. Of the show you’re putting on for him. Because it is a show, right? There’s no way you could have yourself so widely spread for him to come home after a long day to deal with. Right? His stare turns a little dark when you see his eyes narrow and become lidded. It has you closing your legs in shame and even crossing them too. He takes a sloppy swig, allowing some of the pxir to drip down his chin. A sigh puffs past his lips after he swallows the bitter liquid.

“Fuck yourself.”

Not only do you rarely hear this man curse, but he also rarely expected you to do his ‘duty’ for him. But tonight is different. Tonight Tonowari more than worked him into the ground. His rut is close and he’s tired. No, not tired—exhausted. Wound up and in dire need of release. And after that first few swigs he quickly realized that a bottle of fermented fruit wouldn’t cut it, and if you’re going to be such a needy little thing then he may as well make good use of you.

Yet you stare at him in awe, flustered and unsure of what to do next even though he just stated it plain and simple. You watch him reach for the knot of his tewng, and how he untethers it effortlessly to reveal his half hard cock. You nervously uncross your legs, allowing your knees to fall apart, revealing your swollen pussy. It’s all sticky now, having your legs crossed smeared your slick all over and it only spreads the scent of your arousal into the air even more. He inhales longingly, letting out another sigh as he brings the bottle to his lips. Before he knocks it back he raises a brow and repeats,

“I said to fuck yourself, y/n.”

Your fingers start working away before your brain could even process his tone of voice or the fact that he called you by your name. It’s too slippery and you can’t get a good grip on yourself to feel much pleasure but it didn’t really matter. The nervous tingle in your tummy that he has you feeling is enough to keep your fingers busy. You watch as his cock grows in his lap, lifting off his thigh to lay on his stomach. God, that only makes it more slippery and even harder for you to feel much. You’re letting out frustrated moans and stuttering your hips just to touch yourself right. You finally shove in a couple fingers and fuck yourself with them, pumping them in and out of your cunt. But even that isn’t enough for you. You need something thicker. Something bigger.

His eyes gloss over with lust and grow even heavier now that the pxir is doing its job. He huffs out a breath and reaches for his cock, keeping his stare fixed onto you. He begins stroking his length, grunting each time he squeezes his cockhead. Precum spills into his fisted hand and dribbles down his wrist. And fuck, did that make you squirm and your fingers work a little faster. You scissor yourself open for him, exposing exactly where you’d like that huge thing to be stuffed. He strokes a little faster, brows scrunching together as he intently watches you quite literally spread yourself for his viewing pleasure. He groans from how empty you look without him inside you and it almost makes him cum right then.

“Another finger.”

It’s a demand, no doubt. He wants you to fill yourself up, stuff your cunt with fingers until he can see how stretched your little hole can get. He wants to see if your own fingers could even be a match for his cock, even though he already knew the answer. You close your eyes and stuff another finger inside yourself, actually feeling some sort of real pleasure now. He could see it too, it’s contorted into your face and evident from the way your inner thighs tremble. Your head sinks back into the bed from pleasure as you repeatedly smack your hooked fingers into yourself, blissfully unaware of the sound of his bottle hitting the floor. You can’t hold back your moans now, the budding pleasure is too raw but it’s just not enough. You’re still yearning for more. For the familiar sensation of his cock filling you until it stung and the unrelenting force of his thrusts. You start begging without you even knowing it.

“Please—Please, Ralak. Please!”

“Say what you need, little one.”

His voice booms over you, loud and clear. He’s towering over you now, cock in hand as he stares down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. You look up at him, pinched brows and flushed cheeks, begging him with your eyes that he put you out your misery. You glance down at his cock and see that it’s throbbing in his hand—throbbing to be stuffed inside your pussy. You know he wants it just as bad now. You know he’s a few swigs too deep to keep his composure. Leaving yourself empty, you reach out and wrap your slimy fingers around his cock, tugging it as you guide him to your slit.

“Want this. Right here.”

He wastes not another second and plunges himself inside you to the hilt, his mushroomy cockhead bullying it’s way to your cervix. The pxir is heavy on his breath as he praises you for your stress relieving warmth and tightness.

“Hnng—my good muntxate.”

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neteyamsoare · 8 months

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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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poppyswriting · 8 months

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Thinking about..

Pairing: Ralak x human! Reader

Warnings: no use of y/n but other than that none, just fluff.

*English is not my first lenguaje, any grammar mistake please feel free to correct me!

It was mating season.

You didn’t mind that, in fact you loved it. Seeing how the Na’vi couples would spend time with each other, bring gifts and court their mates like they when they were young. And you loved to see the pairs of silly nervous males whom would confess their love in this type of season to their lovely soon-to-be mates.

You loved mating season, until you started to receive anonymous gifts.

It was silly really, when a pair of well woven clothes and a whole fruit básquet appeared on the door of the lab. A little note written in Na’vi, you instantly knew it had something to do with Jake.

You thought it was a Joke since Jake was mated already. But you were quick to put together the pieces when you realized he was an accomplice. But not taking much mind to it you took the basket in, who would’ve told you that that would be a real big mistake.

After the first basket, they started to come more and more often. It got to a point where you would expectedly wait for it at the door, or wait for one of the scientist in the little lab you settled in to come and give it to you. You appreciated the gesture really, but it soon got you thinking a lot about this little stranger who would constantly through the days start to leave baskets of fruit, beautiful stones, well woven pieces of cloth and accessories. It got to a point were you didn’t care anymore you just needed to know already.

So you got your boots, put on your oxygen mask and stepped out of the Lab. Looking for the sullys Marui pod, you found Neytiri Peacefully cooking dinner for her family. “Hey Neytiri have you seen Jake anywhere near here?” Her head snapped at your direction and honestly that scared you a little but you didn’t blame her, she still had her reservations about sky people.

“Yes, he went out to hunt with Tonowari’s right hand, they must be out of duty right now.” She answered quickly going back to her task as you nodded and mumbled a ‘thanks’ walking down the village.

You walked down to a small part of the beach were the fish would constantly go, crossing looks from the fishermen’s as you whispered ‘sorrys’ and ‘excuse me’ when you walked between them. Still not used to be outside this much, you spotted the two big men in the fish as they traced the waters in looks for preys to catch. Quickly, you put your hand in the air taking Jakes attention to go where you were. Being followed by the other Tall blue guy that was besides him. When he stepped out of the water, you took a quick look to the guy in his side.

Big body with a good posture, well tattooed body that was well worked out by the hunting. He was quite handsome if you could admit, really catching your attention right there. Mostly to his tattoo which was on his lower stomach, disappearing on the end he of his loincloth. He catch a quick glance to you soon looking away, you noticed this and asked yourself if there was something wrong.

Now, not paying much attention to that your head moved towards Jake who was waiting for you to speak up. “Hey, I need to talk to you.” You said, now moving a little more to the side from his new friend. Looking quickly again you weren’t too late to speak up,

“okay let me get straight to the point. I’ve been receiving some baskets now, with fruit and cute stuff. Nice right? But I don’t know who is pulling this type of gifts, and I know you have something to do because it’s been coming to me with little notes. In your handwriting, so speak up blue boy.” You spat out rather quickly, taking the big man off guard. But when he analyzed what you said he let out a light chuckle. “This is what is about?”

“Well yeah..” you felt silly, but now you gave more attention to his words. “Look, you know it’s mating season kid. Js’ some guy who trynna court you.” You figured that by now, but what you wanted to know it was who not why.

“Yeah, I knew that. I just wanted to know who is it.” He chuckled again, smirking at you as he turned his head behind him. Taking a glance to the guy fishing, who was now concentrated on the water going back to his task. Although why was he looking at him, you asked him something but he didn’t even answer you—

Oh.

Ohhhh..

It dawned at you what he was trying to say, giving you the hint which you didn’t catch at first. Now, your cheeks going a slight pink. Giving yourself the idea again, now it all makes sense. The strange Na’vi cultured clothes, the tropical fruits, the shiny and well carved stones that sometimes would come in the form of a beautiful necklace.

It was mating season, which meant he was trying to court you.

He was handsome and you could admit that without a doubt, but not in a million years would you imagine a Native being interested in a human. Yes you’ve seen it back home, when the humans would get into relationship with Na’vi but they were Avatars. Not natives, so it really dawned at you the seriousness of the situation.

After that day you would find yourself going out more than usual, the tall blue guy never leaving your mind any second of the day. You looked at mated couples and would constantly ask yourself, how would it be like? You started to investigate the guy, he was the chiefs right hand, his name was Ralak and he was a fisherman until a sudden change in his position. He teaches the young Na’vi and he doesn’t talk that much, the more you knew the more questions you had about the situation.

He always had a serious demeanor whenever you would catch yourself staring at him for hours now. Daydreaming constantly of how would it be having a peaceful life by his side, he was really serious about his position. But sometimes, some really little times you would catch a small smile on his lips and a calm demeanor helping the people in the village.

You found it really sweet, you found him really sweet. But god did you hate the fact that you couldn’t find yourself a way to talk to him, you were extremely shy in this type of situation. Avoiding crossing paths with him and just look from afar, felling every time for his beautiful but yet quiet charm.

Maybe you should give it a try, it wouldn’t hurt you. Right?

Notes: this is my first time writing for Ralak, please check the original creator of this wonderful oc! @zestys-stuff please check the page for more of Ralak! You will find fan art and more fan fictions just like mine, I’m sorry I wrote a little vaguely. Since I don’t know much about how Ralak acts 😭 But I thought of going for a human! Reader and he fell first she fell harder trope as I haven’t really seen any, again English is not my first lenguaje so if any grammar mistake please feel free to correct me! Thought to make this a series “Thinking about” of little one shots of random short ideas I have to write, it would be fun to do

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headsincloud9 · 8 months

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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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pandoras-box0 · 11 months

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|| : Title : 'comfort me '

|| : Character : Ralak x omatikaya! reader

|| : Content Warnings : just comfort; caring! ralak; reader having a tough time; suggestive parts, no smut; ralak undresses and dresses reader; mentions of ralak and reader's kids, they're with reader's family; reader is a sully

|| : Synopsis : 'when you try so hard and still feel like you aren't enough, ralak is here to make everything better.'

Hot tears prickle your eyes as you sulk to your's and Ralak's shared pod, your tail dragging lowly behind you leaving a trail in the sand. The cool breeze on your skin only makes your face burn hotter as your fuck up from earlier hangs on your conscience heavily.

You had been trying to make yourself useful to the clan. It began when you heard a few women mumble about you during an early communal meal that you attended by yourself. You were retrieving fruit for you, your mate, and your children when you heard Kiko and Mawä, two gatherers that you've had brief interactions with, poke fun at you after an arranged gathering party, foraging ocean flora.

Sure you weren't the greatest at it, but you're built for the forest, not the ocean.

"She's such a rìk eltu [leaf brain]! Made the group late with her antics. She dives like a child!" A young metkayinan woman groans to her friend, talking behind her hand in an attempt to shield their conversation.

"Be nice, Kiko! Ronal said be patient with the forest people, especially Y/N! They're already unfit for the ocean but she is behind, even for her own." Another woman interjects, her words are kinder, yet the pity lacing them is gag-worthy. Only making you feel feeble and inadequate. The truth settling in your stomach in a nauseating churn, making your spirits heavy.

You'd been trying to pull your weight with the gatherers, after Ralak bestowed you with confidence, not wanting you to feel couped up in his marui. You thought it was going well, sure you were taking your time but you always made sure to grab more than enough for the clan as you gathered.

You did have a hard time in your own clan, being smaller than most adult na'vi. There were things you strived at, even though you fell short at most things, but those skills are of less importance to the sea clan. You offered to help Ronal with the wounded, but the woman turned you away. Stating that she didn't need any more healers crowding her tent. Weaving is another strong suit of yours, being that your mother has taught you the traditional methods of Omatikayan weaving, but after your interaction with Ronal, you were far too insecure to approach the weavers.

This afternoon, you and the other gatherers were in the forest behind the village of Awa'atlu. You thought because you were getting a chance to work in something close that resembles home, that it would be easy to excel. Wrong.

There was a plant in the middle of one of the rivers that cut through the island of Awa'atlu, and you offered to retrieve the needed leaves from it's branches, when one of the Metkayinan women asked someone to gather it. The woman snickered at what you assumed was your eagerness to prove yourself, but nodded away to the plant. You went out into the knee deep water, the current strong but not enough to knock you off your stable footing. Your basket of freshly gathered yovo fruit on your hip when you could've, should've left it on the river bank.

The leaves clung to the branches a lot stronger than your anticipation allowed and you lost your stable footing when the leaves didn't give. Your bare foot dug into the sand to stabilize yourself but your foot landed on a sharp root. You and your basket crash into the water as you jump to cradle your now sore foot.

The sting of the water burning through your lungs was no match to the amused laughs and pitiful groans that hit your ears when you break through to the surface. Through hair that clings to your face, you watch as the water carries away your finding, food for the clan, down the river. The purple fruit bobbing in the water. Your ego shatters as you brush away your sopping hair, making eye contact with extremely annoyed gatherers. Tired eyes of people ready to go for the day glaring at your shocked and coy expression, as the inconvenience of your actions renders them busy further into the day than they'd originally planned. Oh, Eywa. Why me?

A purple flush paints your rich blue skin as you recall the incident. Fingers clenching around yovo fruit - obviously not collected by you - bruising the skin of the fruit for your little family as embarrassment courses through you at the memory. The disappointment and annoyance of the men and women before you. How plenty laughed at your woeful preform, entertained by the forest na'vi falling face first into the river.

As you draw closer, you hope your mate and children wouldn't mind the slightly bruised fruit. They wouldn't, they never do. You could do no wrong in Ralak's eyes, and your kids looked at you as if you hung the tahni in the skies yourself. You knew that, but with the way most of the Metkayina looked at you as an inconvenience. You fear that your family looks at you just the same.

The door of your Marui is flapping in the wind that pushes your burning tears off your face. The sight of Ralak's large silhouette moving inside causes you to dry your face. Ralak had enough to worry about as is, Tonowari still having the man perform eyktanay, although he gave that title up when the two of you settled down. It wasn't frequent, just enough to the point that Ralak would be stressed. You couldn't layer your less serious inconveniences to the clan duties your mate struggled with.

You enter the threshold of your home, trying to refrain from getting Ralak's attention as you calm yourself from today's unfortunate events. And for a second your inconveniences slip from your mind, your Marui pod far more empty than it usually was, only the noises of your mate reaching your ear. "Where are the kids," your voice is a lot more harsh than you intended for it to come out as, as it makes Ralak whip around in shock. The fruit falls from your hands and the both of your wince.

His eyes soften at your appearance, soft dark blue face hardened in stress, there are dried tear tracks lining your cheeks. He can clearly see how your wet clothes leave puddles where you stand but he says nothing of it, just offering a kind gummy smile. It would've melted away your worry if you weren't so terribly stressed out. "They're with your family, Jake just came for them, said they wanted to take them for a picnic." Ralak makes his way over to you as he speaks, crossing the Marui in seconds with his long, defined legged, running a hand along your skin comfortingly as he passed to tie the door shut.

You nod at his words, your body deflating as a sigh leaves your lips. You turn from Ralak to peel yourself out of wet clothes, shielding yourself and your shame from the man. The wooden boards of the Marui croak under his under foot, allowing you to now when he's moving closer.

Your hands reach behind your back, fingers struggling to untie the knot of your top that rests in the middle of your back. Your finger keeps missing the loop as you struggle to undo the top. Cool hands brush over your flush skin, and you jolt as Ralak breathes into your hair. His large hand wraps around your wrist delicately to not hurt you, just to stop you.

"I've got it, paskalin. Allow me." Ralak's words are soft yet firm, the man set on helping you release some of the stress. Even if you are a bit hesitant. "It's fine-"

"Nonsense. I insist, my mate." His fingers pluck the knot that keeps your top up, the wet material hitting the floor with a splat. The air on your still damp skin is cold, but you don't feel much of it, hot with embarrassment. Ralak's touches are grounding, alleviating your worrying mind as he rids you of your damp clothes. And the smell he's putting out is calming, your body reacting to the scent instantly, body growing less tense. Ralak leaving smoothening touches along your skin as he does so, before hanging them to dry as he picks them up and walks off. A 'are is placed around your shoulders, keeping your damp body warm until Ralak can find you something suitable to wear.

His actions are all comfort, touches soft and relieving as your mate cares for you, guiding you to the plush pile of sleeping mats. It makes your heart race as you think about how attentive Ralak is. He didn't need to ask what was wrong to know something weighed on you heavy. The whole thing brings tears to your eyes, the stress of today and Ralak's quiet tenderness.

The redolence of Ralak permeates through the air, clinging heavily in the damp atmosphere, and you keen at the earthy, musky scent. Drooping and tearful eyes watch Ralak return with your clothes, things he's made for you. And the dam just breaks. Honestly your eyes hurt from all your tears. You so desperately wanted to fit in with the people and though there are those who love you, important people to you, those that rejected your efforts hurt.

Ralak's heart shatters at your sobs, he'd been the one to encourage you to partake in that gathering party. He wanted you to get out there and find something you enjoyed, and get you out of the house. His plan failed miserably and now you are in your shared bed, soaking the moss cover in tears.

"I- I'm sorry, I really tried! I fell in the river! I got called a leaf brain-" You sobbed dramatically as you try to explain the situation to Ralak, throwing your arms in defeat as you crumbled in on yourself when he gives you a brief look of confusion due to your jumbled words. Your mate's comforting scent is not yet strong enough or fast enough to calm you as you choke out tearful apologies. All Ralak can do is comfort you, and he does it without thinking.

Large hands cup your tearful face, Ralak brings you to look him in the eyes. The pads of his thumbs brush away your tears, and continue to do so as they fall. Only dropping from your face to dress you hastily when your tears stop briefly. A sigh rattles your chest as you feel Ralak moving you over to slide in the bed beside you. Grounding hands tuck you into his chest, smoothing over your damp hair. "I know you tried, Paskalin. I am sorry."

One look at Ralak's face and you can see the regret on his face. You wanted to earn your place with the clan so bad, so you'd been so excited because of his recommendations, your mate encouraging you to do anything, especially the things you loved. Clearly you were the problem, the only one of your siblings to still be so behind. Ralak did amazing training you for your Iknimaya, yet the insecurities latch to your spirit. "Y-you don't have to apologize, Lak. It is not your fault that the women talk or my lack of skills. I passed my Iknimaya yet I am still useless to the clan." You laugh bitterly through your tears, and it makes Ralak kiss his teeth.

"You do not lack the skills, tahni. You are an excellent gatherer when given the patience that my people should have. They lack the understanding of uturu." It takes a lot to make Ralak angry, you could count on one hand, how many times you seen your mate genuinely angry. Not upset, not mad, angry. "They squawk like ilu, nì'eveng. You are not useless."

Ralak gives your head a soft kiss, although his hands shake with anger. He pulls away from your shared embrace, you deflating slightly at his lack of warmth and comfort. You watch his stalk around the Marui, seemingly looking for something. "Lak? What are you..?"

You see him reach into your basket of weaving products, before pulling out a few of your works. You watch as he pulls out a few mats you've made for the house and fishing nets you'd been working on for Ralak and the other fishermen. The works are intricate, a raw display of skill and culture. No one can weave like the Omatikayan people. While you could do the gathering with a bit of trouble, weaving is your happy place. You put your emotions into every little intricate part of the design. And Ralak would never deny that you're amazing at weaving, even if you don't feel on par with the clan and the other skills.

"You can out-weave any Metkayinan I know." Ralak speaks lowly, calmly as he walks to where you sit, in your bed of thick sleeping mats you wove to keep the two of you comfortable. The net is made up of a harder, more durable seagrass, the kind that's harder to find due to how close it grows around the edge of the reef. He gives you a knowing look as Ralak watches your face heat up at his compliment. "These are works of art. This damn thing gets me more compliments than the ones I've created." He can't stop the smile playing on his lips when he watches you grin at his self deprecating words, although he's hardly joking.

"I know you may be a bit hesitant to meet with the weavers, but if you'd like to accompany me and weave more things for me," You love making nets for Ralak, how he'd revere everything you've made, and not just because you were his mate, and gifting him things. But because you are truly talented, gifted in the ways of weaving. Every piece made with love, skill and patience. "I'd treasure every creation, and I know the fishermen would appreciate your efforts as well."

Your face heats up at the compliment as Ralak shows your designs, marveling at the unique design. He looks truly in awe, not just with your work but with you. His blue eyes look past it to relish in the smile that's on your face. "You create beautiful things, Tahni." Ralak says before putting the unfinished net back. He makes his way to you in quick strides and he drops to his knees. He gathers your hands in his own, his blue eyes burning with certainty. "And you have the skills to be Metkayina. You are Metkayina, you have been since you sought out uturu and I am sorry that some of the clans people forgot the true meaning of uturu."

And as his words sink in, you smile and shake from his grasp, wrapping your arms around him gently. A small thank you leaving your lips as you burrow your head in the crook of his neck. And you truly are thankful, thankful for the way your mate comforts you.

|| : Na'vi Key :

Rìk eltu - leaf brain

Tahni - stars

Paskalin - sweet berry

'are - shawl/cape/poncho

Nì'eveng - childish/immature

2023 © Pandoras-Box0 — all rights reserved. do not repost or recommend my works on any other site. plagiarism will not be tolerated! inspiration is appreciated if credited, reblogs and comments are also appreciated. Minors dni with my content.

|| : Author's notes : this is a drabble of @zestys-stuff 's oc Ralak, he is such a lovely character. And @tiredmamaissy wrote an amazing series on him! I highly recommend checking both the creators out! This isn't edited and I had fleeting motivation working on this and I hope it doesn't show, I feel like the ending is horrible, so I may come through and change it😭 I wanted to create a comfort drabble for Ralak but I can make a part 2 to this that's smutty 🤞🏼

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neteyamssyulang · 22 days

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“You are mine, my mate!”

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neteyamsyawntu · 6 months

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Kinktober 19

T h r e e s o m e

Ralak & Neteyam

PART 1

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

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this req in bestie, I loved writing it bc Ralak is so underrated. I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations🩷!!

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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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