#ralak talks

[zestys-stuff]

Ralak’s reaction to preggo reader 😗laying her big baby belly on him especially when the baby starts kicking?

-🦥anon

Oh he would be absolutely smitten with that belly 👀💕 He would adore preggo reader, it’d be all he’d ever wanted and seeing reader heavy with his child would break that though shell in a second, enough to make a grown man cry yk?

[tiredmamaissy]

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 😭

[neteyamsyawntu]

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.

[tonowaritrash]

I’ve never done an ask before, but I’d love to see a smut fic of young Tonowari with reader. Where she thinks he’s going to be with Ronal so she tries her best to avoid him, no matter how hard he tries to get her attention. Then her heat starts unexpectedly when he finally gets a hold of her so she runs away, but he follows her fed up with the running. Finds out she’s in heat and wants to mate with her but she thinks it’s just a duty to him as future chief. Hopefully this makes sense in some way.

A HEAT FIC! YES! nonny i hope your dreams come true

slightly different turn of events at the end, for added drama, but the spirit is the same methinks.

pairing: tonowari x reader

tags: heat, feelings of inadequacy, p in v sex, praise, gentle dom!tonowari if you squint, porn with feelings

a/n: this fic…it ran away from me

minors dni

it’s not that you’d wanted to avoid tonowari, not truly anyway. you’d grown up together as your parents were close to each other, and he’s always been protective over you. fussing over whether you were truly ready for joining the others for hunts, giving other men a glare when they’d approached you, soothing you when you cried about whatever had hurt you that day. but he was like that with your siblings too, and all his friends really. the treatment you got wasn’t special but every softly spoken assurance, every gentle smile, every soothing touch, even, had taken a hold on your heart.

but you couldn’t do anything about it. he would soon take over as olo’eyktan and all the tribe whispered and gushed about how ronal would be the perfect tsahik. and who could blame them? she was fierce, intelligent, loyal, loving and dedicated to the tribe. the younger members often sought her out for guidance when they were too scared to go to elders.

it only made sense, then, that tonowari spent less time with you as time went on. as you got older and more mature you’d noticed how he and ronal were often nowhere to be seen. you wouldn’t dare impose yourself upon them. it just didn’t feel right. no matter how much your heart ached for him.

so when he appeared in front of you while you and the tribe were deciding hunting parties for the day you were surprised. he was smiling, turquoise eyes sparkling. “looks like we’ll be together for the day,” he said.

you nearly frowned, having not heard the olo’eyktan’s announcement of parties during your musings. ronal had apparently been assigned to another one.

“just like old times, eh?” he asked.

you nodded, forcing a smile. you couldn’t hunt with him. it would hurt too much to have him fuss over you when you were like this.

he gave you an earnest look and placed a hand on your shoulder. “listen, i-“”

suddenly someone called out to him and he turned to see his father, a dear friend of the oloeyktan, motioning for him.

tonowari looked at you apologetically. “we’ll talk on the hunt,” he promised.

again, you could only nod and sighed in relief when he left. the place he had touched you burned and your heart seemed to think your chest was a drum.

quickly you ran to find another close friend of yours before the hunt started.

you found him sharpening a spear, face contorted in concentration.

“not now,” he muttered, immediately knowing it was you. “i gotta get this ready before we head out.”

“switch hunting parties with me,” you blurted in a rush.

ralak sighed and placed the spear down. “what’s this about?”

“nothing, i…” you paused and gulped, nothing how shaky your breath was. “i just…the west side of the reef isn’t that pretty this time of year is all.”

ralak studied you steadily before sighing and continuing with sharpening his spear. “fine. but you owe me.”

you beamed and hugged him. “thanks!”

“yeah, yeah.”

-0O0-

the hunts were successful and without incident. tonowari had managed to catch a large fish that would feed the tribe well for two nights. the celebration was boisterous and the cheerful sounds of your fellow metkayina floated into the night sky.

there were drums being beaten on steadily and flutes were played as the tribe danced. you were sitting next to ralak who was telling you about the hunt and how tonowari had led them, speaking above the roar of the fire and the songs being chanted.

you laughed along at his tale, only to be distracted by a glimpse of tonowari who was making his way through the crowd as though looking for someone. your eyes caught each other and a smile graced his face before he made his way to you, causing your good mood to sour immediately.

“i need to go,” you said suddenly, standing up.

ralak was surprised but didn’t say anything, only offering a small wave. you smiled back reassuringly and melted into the crowd. the whole tribe was there so it was easy to blend in and have tonowari lose track of you.

you turned and saw him speaking to ralak with a quizzical look but saw ronal approaching them as well. you heart lurched and your eyes burned, hot tears threatening to fall. you looked away before you could see them talk to each other and made your way back home.

the night air was cooler now that you were away from the flames, but you noticed your body was still quite warm. a dull ache, barely noticeable, sat at the bottom of your stomach.

it was early symptoms of a heat, but it was still days away. your scent hadn’t changed yet, ralak would have pointed it out if it did, so it wouldn’t be a problem for another few days.

-0O0-

“so will you tell me what’s wrong now?”

two days later you were sitting with ralak at a cliff, taking in the breeze and watching the waves crash into stone below you. the day was warm and you were sharing fruit between the two of you.

“i don’t know what you mean,” you said coolly before taking a bite. the fruit was juicy and you wiped your mouth when you felt some of it trickle down your chin.

ralak gave you a pointed look, clearly unimpressed. “i’m not stupid, you’ve been avoiding tonowari for months, now. what’s going on?”

you frowned at him. ralak was always so observant, wise beyond his years it seemed too. “i haven’t been avoiding him.”

he clicked his tongue and shook his head as he stared into the horizon. the sea was so beautiful like this, glinting under the bright light of the star in the sky. he was concerned, but he didn’t prod.

“your heat’s coming,” he murmured now.

you choked on the fruit that was currently in your mouth at his bluntness. “you can’t just…a little tact, please!”

he chuckled. “there’s no one here, and i can guarantee everyone in the tribe will be able to smell it on you in about a day too.”

the only reason ralak knew was because he was around you so much. when people were close to each other it was far easier to smell the subtle differences in scent.

“so? any plans to have someone help you?”

“are you volunteering?” you teased, but the look he gave you was a serious one. you shook your head. “i’m used to going at it alone.”

“you sure?” he asked. “you were joking but i don’t mind helping you, you know. i get…i just…” he trailed off, wringing his hands.

you knew what he would say, and you were flattered really. heats were a difficult time and usually it was encouraged at an unmated woman have a trusted friend help her through it until she was bonded. going at it alone wasn’t impossible but it was harder.

“i’m used to it,” you reassured. “don’t worry about me, ralak.”

he shook his head again, though not at you it seemed. perhaps at something he himself was thinking. “alright. but you’re gonna have to find a mate soon.”

when the two of you arrived back at the tribe, eclipse was close at hand. ralak left, mentioning something about spears again before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as though to reassure you.

you were alone in the bustle of the village and tried to find something to keep your mind busy for the rest of the day.

before you could even think however, you bumped into tonowari who steadied you before you could fall. his hands were hot against your skin and you jumped away.

“you alright?” he asked. “i was looking for you.”

you looked up at his concerned eyes and could feel your stomach curl in on itself. “i…i’m fine. i need to go—”

“i wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, quickly grabbing your wrist before you could make your escape.

that touch seemed to burn through you, your heart raced and you could feel your skin getting hotter by the second.

no, this wasn’t right. your heat wasn’t due for another couple days at the very least. you didn’t even have a strong scent yet. what was this? what was happening?

“i really need to go,” you said again, fighting with yourself to move away from him.

his eyes narrowed in concern. “what’s…” but after a moment he inhaled deeply and his eyes widened.

you used this moment to break away from him and ran to the other side of settlement where the heat huts were. your heat was coming early and since you were unmated, it would be difficult to handle it at home especially because you were so unprepared.

seeing ronal at the front, tidying up almost made you trip in surprise.

she looked up at you and frowned before ushering you inside without another word, closing the curtain behind her as she did. this hut was in the shade for most of they day, making heats somewhat bearable, and you were relieved at the cool air against your skin.

“it’s early,” she said muttered, smelling you.

“i was fine thirty minutes ago, i swear.”

she tutted and fussed about you, bringing you water and a plate of food, ever the picture of calmness as you fidgeted, already feeling a wetness soak through your clothes. the cramps were beginning and you squirmed and the uncomfortable sensitive feeling you had in your intimate parts.

“relax,” she said. “i’ll leave in a moment but i’ll be close by. do you have anyone helping you through this?”

you shook your head and she nodded. normally people didn’t go there if they had someone to help them.

“i’ll come in every few hours to give you food and water,” she said. “if you need anything, tell me.”

she left you then and you were alone inside a hut in the early throes of a heat. it didn’t take you long for you to start touching yourself, eyes pricking at the feeling of pressure against your clit. it didn’t take long for you to come either from how sensitive you were, slick gushing out of you as you gasped.

it wasn’t nearly enough, you knew that, and you whined, lying back now and putting two fingers inside. you were burning everywhere, and it was almost unbearable.

the world around you because a blazing haze as your thoughts melted together. your fingers thrust into you pathetically and you whined as you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to think it was someone else doing it. imagining soft words of praise and affirmation and strong arms cooling away the burning as you were thrusted into.

“that’s it,” the imaginary voice said, softly. “take my cock. that’s a good girl.”

you sobbed, you walls squeezing around empty space sound your fingers. “wari, please,” you said softly. “wari, need you please. please.”

and you came again. but something was clearly wrong. everything still burned. there wasn’t the usual respite, the moments of calm in a frenzy. your mind was foggy and your cunt still dripping and wanting. it burned, it all burned.

-0O0-

it was like this for two days. you could barely sleep from the heat and eating was difficult. ronal expressed her concern the first time she checked in on you and noticed you hadn’t touched the water, and now she seemed genuinely frightened.

you were too. your heats usually calmed down after the first three days, but it seemed only to worsen as time went on.

you whispered tonowari’s name repeatedly, his figure was the only one you saw when you fell into one of your fantasies. but he wasn’t there and every time you realised this, you cried.

right now, though, you were on your hands and knees, ass up as you fucked your fingers. vaguely you heard loud whispers floating into the room. you couldn’t tell what was being said, and you didn’t care as you whined at the burning feeling.

“need you, wari,” you mumbled as imagined him taking you from behind. “hurts so bad.”

you could hear the sound of cloth moving and footsteps somewhere far away. you didn’t pay it mind, however as slick gushed out of you once more and tears fell from your face. it just wasn’t enough.

you heard your name being called and you looked, peering through the haze at the voice. it sounded so real, was your imagination really that strong?

“look at you,” the voice said, concerned. you saw tonowari kneeling next to you and you squinted.

“wari?” you asked and you reached out. his skin was cool under your palm, soothing, like a gel on a burn. “you’re here?”

“i’m here sweet girl,” he said, cupping your face. “gonna take care of you.”

something in your brain raised alarm bells and you would have protested but his hands were so cool, they offered the only respite you’d had from the burning from the last three days.

without any delay, he replaced your fingers with his own and —oh!—it was…it felt…

you sobbed at the way his fingers felt inside you, stretching you and curling into you. it was infinitely better already, they were so thick and long.

he swore at the slick that came out of you and licked it off your thighs. you shivered as he trailed it up, lapping at everything before giving you cunt a long lick.

it was like an explosion erupted through you as he circled your clit with his tongue. then he gave it a tentative lick and you came, the haze and the fog in your mind clearing somewhat.

he licked you clean before straightening himself behind you. “gonna fuck you now,” he promised. “gonna make it feel better, okay, sweet girl?”

you barely answered before he thrusted into you. the feeling was incredible, you had no idea that you could feel like this during a heat.

“fuck,” he said softly. “fuck, you’re so perfect around me. you’re so tight.”

you felt him grip your hips tighter as though to control himself.

“wari, gonna cum,” you sobbed. “wanna cum on your cock.”

he grunted at that and gave two particularly hard thrusts which made you cum harder than you’d ever in your life. he swore as slicked rushed out of you and came inside you soon after.

the fog cleared enough that you were lucid and you blinked, turning to tonowari who lay down next to you in exhaustion.

“wari? it’s you?”

he nodded. “it was easy to convince ronal since your heat had gotten bad. why didn’t you ask for help?”

“i…” you trailed off. “ thank you, for coming here.”

he nodded and helped you sit up. a bowl of water was at your lips before you knew it. “you need to drink.”

you did so happily, but the ache in your heart came again. he was once again fussing over you. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

“ronal is kind,” you said, “letting you come here.”

he looked at you quizzically. “it’s to be expected. we look out for each other as a tribe.”

again your heart panged. you couldn’t bear to look at him as he fed you some dried fruit from the bowl, but the familiar tingle began to rise again. soon your body burned once more and you are panting and whining.

the bowl was put aside as tonowari grasped your hips and manoeuvred you onto his lap. his hands cooled the unbearable heat on your skin as he reassured you.

tonowari took you while you were on his lap this time, rocking into you as you whined at keened. soft words were shared in your ear and you swore as he thrusted up into you. “good girl,” he said. “take what you need from me. there you go…”

you gripped his shoulders as you rode him, back arching as he rubbed your clit. you came again and collapsed into him as he stroked your hair.

“ralak said you were avoiding me,” tonowari said after some silence. “he didn’t say why but…” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “i was worried, truly.”

“you and ronal need to focus on each other.”

“ronal and i?”

you nodded and he frowned. “you’re just as important. you should have said your heat was going to be bad.”

you smiled now. “even now the future olo’eyktan thinks of his people. i’m impressed.”

“i’m not…this isn’t…” he paused to collect his thoughts. “i’m doing this because you’re…i…fuck. i want to.”

you’d never seen him look so frustrated and you were all the more confused for it.

he saw your expression and furrowed his brow, thinking deeply. then as though he’d made up his mind, he kissed you.

it took you by surprise. normally it wasn’t necessary for people who helped during heats to kiss, at least that’s what you’d heard. but this kiss, it soothed you, and you relaxed as tonowari wrapped his arms around you. it was nice and you felt as tonowari let a content purr out, a thing you’d never heard him do. you broke apart and he trailed some kisses down your neck, suckling softly at your collar bone.

it seemed like he genuinely enjoyed this, that he cared. about you. but that wasn’t right. ronal she was just outside…

“wari, i can’t…ronal might…”

he paused. “ronal?”

you fidgeted. “she’ll be your tsahik. you’ll be mated, it’s not fair to her.”

he blinked, and a rush of understanding washed across his face. “ronal and i…we’re not together.”

the words were like a punch in the gut. “what?”

“she’s helping me get more in tune with eywa,” he said. “i thought it would be good for me once i’m olo’eyktan.”

you took a shaky breath. “but she’s…so perfect. everyone thinks so.”

he chuckled. “she would be a formidable tsahik. but she’s not…” he sighed, rubbing your hips. “how could i mate her in a world where you exist?”

you gaped at him, the familiar heat returning now. you pushed it down, pushed away the hazy fog that came with it. “i don’t understand.”

he hummed, taking your hands. “how do i say this…? i see you. i see only you. it’s always been you.”

you understood the words fundamentally, yes, yet they made no sense. “you’ll be olo’eyktan.”

“yes.”

“i don’t—wari, it’s not me. please, don’t do this. my heart can’t take it. don’t lie to me like this. it’s hard enough that you’re with me during my heat.”

he kissed you again and you reciprocated. his lips trailed down to your neck and suckled and you gasped as he nipped your skin.

“it’s always been you,” he whispered.

you lay back against the blankets as he licked your torso. he gently cupped one of your breasts and sucked the nipple.

your back arched, skin alight with soft flames as he made his way down to your now sopping core. he kissed your lower lips once before straightening himself and stroking his erection.

you whined out for him as he teased your entrance with his tip. finally he slowly entered you, stretching you out. the brain fog that came with your heat was minimal and you felt all of him.

he rocked into you slowly, bending over to kiss you again as he moved his hips. your cries were swallowed by him and a shiver shot through you when his tongue explored your mouth.

the pace was slow and deep as his mouth trailed down to suck your breast, to nick at your neck, to kiss your shoulder, to worship your body as he gave you soft praises.

“my good girl,” he said. “my sweet girl.”

his words caressed you and the pressure in you rushed out. you trembled in his arms as a powerful orgasm shook you.

“yes, just like that,” he grunted, moving a bit faster now. “can you do it again? cum like this?”

you nodded, already feeling the telltale signs of another orgasm tingling in you.

“good,” he said before kissing you again.

he groaned as he felt you squeeze his cock with your walls. “just like that, yes, good girl.”

you were absolutely drunk on his cock, loving how it got harder the more turned on he got. it felt far too good.

“gonna cum wari,” you whined.

“cum for me, sweet girl. makes me so happy to see you cum,” he said.

you came again, the pleasure so great you saw only white. you heard tonowari swear as his rhythm stuttered, biting into your neck before he came inside of you.

the bite was hard, but didn’t hurt. not too much. but it took you a minute to realise what he had done, to realise he marked you as his.

he kissed you for what felt like the millionth time, deeply, feeling every part of you with his hands as though committing your body to memory. you kissed back, heart feeling light for the first time in what felt like months.

“it’s always been you,” he said when he broke the kiss. “i’ve wanted to ask for ages but i never could.”

you caressed the bite mark, it was a promise, a vow. “how long?”

he chuckled. “from the moment i met you, i think. it was admiration back then, but when we got older…”

you laughed at how similar you were. at how silly you’d been. but that feeling of unworthiness, it lingered still.

“i’m not…”

“you don’t have to be,” he reassured. “it’s always been you, remember. and it always will be.”

[neteyamsoare]

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!!

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

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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]

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

[pandoras-box0]

|| : 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 🤞🏼

[headsincloud9]

Summary:The Sullys arrived to what they are hoping a new home; the Metkayina clan of Awa'atlu. Seeking uturu they are forced to adapt to a life at sea Foreign to her family but to Kílsyí it feels like home.

Note: Kílsyí is my original oc. Ralak belongs to @zestys-stuff and this story was inspired by @tiredmamaissy love you both!!!

Warning: suggestive hint at NSFW but mostly nothing

Chapter 2: First Breath

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Kílsyí made her way to her family but for some reason she felt a lot of eyes on her more than usual and that made her anxious and she wanted to hide and disappear from sight. Her tail slapped at the sand in frustration then swayed with irritated movements. Her body language said one thing ‘stop fucking looking at me’ most around her did focusing on her father her sibling her mother but there was still that burning feeling of being watched, it wasn’t unpleasant but it was noticeable like something at the edge of you mind you can’t quite recall or an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. She looks around her head coming up from the ground for the first time, her bicolored eyes scanning the people. Her eyes landed on one that unapologetically held her own head tilted in curiosity that was guarded behind a neutral expression. Her tail went rigid as her ears flicked and she felt her body grow hot. She didn’t like the feeling she got or rather how fast it occurred. She looked away though the feeling of being watched and the heat didn’t. ‘Click..pop..click’

What snapped her back into focus was one word “uturu, sanctuary” she looked to her father as the Tsahik of the clan Ronal looked them over the clan leader Tonowari coming from the shore as well. Kílsyí watched as she criticized them for how they looked and she felt their pain and a hiss slowly rose from her throat taking everyone by surprise including herself. She looked around at Jake giving her a look and Tiri doing so as well. But what she didn’t expect was Ronal to look at her not with offense but with curiosity, shock, and was that sadness “Naya?!” She whispers out in disbelief tears in her eyes as she reaches out for her face. Kílsyí was frozen in place..that was her mothers name. “ Naya passed………when she gave birth to a baby girl” Tonowari said to his mate softly. “You knew my mom,” Kílsyí murmurs, shocked as she knew little to nothing about the other half of her blood. “Uturu has been asked” his voice echoes and with a soft nod Ronal consents to let them stay. “ We will talk soon but first you need to rest and learn the way of your people.”

Kílsyí was reeling her body moving on its own; the only thing on her mind was how the tsahik had looked at her with such happiness and sweet sorrow like reuniting with an old friend or even loved family member. “Kílsyí!!!” She jumped hearing her name and finally snapped out of her trance having stared at the floor of their mauri pod for 5 entire minutes unmoving. She looked up seeing Jake and Tiri looking at her concerned while her siblings were outside the door eavesdropping of course but just as worried “I’m fine” she blinked her eyes were blank almost muted her tail was twisting in ways that showed different “i think i need air, i'll go start learning “ she says

Jake tried to stop her to tell her that she'd be training with someone closer her age and as she was one of the people by blood Tonowari selected someone for her. But Kílsyí continued until she ran, letting her body take over as she saw the clear blue, she attracted eyes as she ran and dove off the walkway into the water with perfect diving form. She let the water envelop her and she felt her heartbeat slow and her body relax, her mind calm, she was at peace. She swam around taking in the beautiful reef it was nothing like the forest rivers and streams it was teaming with life and colors. She smiled and looked around, spotting her brothers with the clan leaders' kids. She swam closer seeing Kiri first and she touched her chest smiling happily that she was doing so well before she saw Neteyam and Lo'ak and swam to them. She waves and stuck out her tongue blowing bubbles in his face much more at ease now she was in the water. Aonung and Tsireya watched in shock as the eldest of the Sullys took to water as if she was born here. They all went to the surface and Kilsyi pants a little more so from laughing "Kilsyi how are you so good at breathing" aonung asks a bit rude but it was more curious. She sighs softly and looks away. "My father took me swimming every day since I was an infant. It's where I feel my safest, I suppose , and flying" she says "the way water lives in you Kílsyí, you are one of us" tsireya says. She smiles to the girl "thank you.....Neteyam Lo'ak you'll do fine don't rush that pain you feel is panic calm accept it" she swims off to take some more time on her own.

She had no idea that she was being observed by someone sharp eyes assessed her as he took her time and explored the reef. She lost track of how long she was under, unlike home this was lol new to her and she didn’t have to worry about being under to long this clan lived and breathed water. Above water Tonowari was talking to Jake with a impatient Ronal close behind “ she has a right to know where she came from she is one of the people, her mother is with our ancestors.” Ronal insisted as Naya Kílsyí’s mother was the closest thing Ronal had to a sister before she died. Jake looked back out at the water seeing that she had not come up for air. “And who’s going to teach her the way of her people she has has been an omatikaya her entire life.” Jake says worried that she would struggle after getting overwhelmed with her past and her training. “30 minutes she been under the water for 30 minutes she is not just omatikaya she is metkayina and it shows” Tonowari reminded him. Kílsyí came up for air this time gasping she had been so invested in what was below she didn’t come back up for air black spots in her vision and her heart starting to pound was her indication. She swam to shore and sighs laying back on the sand listening to the waves crash on the beach.

Her tranquility was short live as a shadow had taken the place of the sun. She opens her eyes and looks up seeing Jake and the Olo’eyktan Tonowari and the warrior from before the one that looked at her oddly. He had the same look on his face now as before and she still couldn’t put an emotion to it. She turned her attention back to Jake who looked like he was struggling to find the right words “we’ve decided to switch up your training as you already can swim better than any of us so you will be learning to be a hunter with one of tonowari's best warriors and hunters and you will be learning healing from Ronal she knew your mother personally and this is your home by blood it's only fair” he says hoping she would understand. Kílsyí sighs, biting her bottom lip, lacing her finger together, popping the joints she had picked up from a scientist and it became a nervous tick. She noticed the warrior to Jake’s left seemed to be put off by the sound and she instantly stopped putting them behind her back. She watched as his eyes widen ever so slightly shocked she had that keen of perception. “I’d rather just learn it all together with you, not the family” she mutters. It's not that she didn’t want to learn, it's just that she didn’t want to get special treatment. She got lost in how a few of the others would say it wasn’t fair for her to she pass or fail like the rest of them.

She sighs softly as she remembers the words Jake had said in the pod as she had aimlessly moved around “don’t cause trouble and learn fast. ‘Pop..click..pop’ she popped the joints in her fingers her lip disappears between her teeth “ alright then” she conceded closing her eyes taking a deep breath, it was clear to the 3 that she wasn’t feeling at all at home despite having some connection here a sentiment 2 of the 3 Navi with her could understand. “I promise it won't be bad lsyi” she gave a genuine smile and holds back a laugh “ that is my line” she says as that was what she said to him when she saw him get thrown into mud when he was training years ago. Jake seemed satisfied giving a smile and stands leaving her with the other na’vi.

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything and she couldn’t give him the greeting she squeezed her hands knowing that if he started to pop her joints she wouldn’t stop. Her tail wrapped around her own leg as her eyes bored into the surf and sand and she began to jerk her knee back and forth moving her body, she cursed how many sky people mannerisms she picked up she may have not had 4 fingers or be part human but she might as well been with her peculiar movements. But it grinded to a halt as she felt it again that burning stare she felt when she first arrived and the heat that made her heart race. But this time she heard a soft sound, was it a chuckle? She looked up at him making eye contact and her face confused. She let her eyes look him over her own words caught in his throat he was huge in all manner of the word

As she looked upon the tattooed Metkayina Na'vi warrior with long, wet hair, she couldn't help but feel her thoughts begin to wander through the nervousness still reigned strong in her body. With each passing moment, her gaze lingered longer upon his rippling muscles, enjoying the way his tattoos seemed to come alive upon his skin, reminding her how water would change the pattern of the river bed at home. It was a welcome comparison her mind made. And as her mind began to wander, she pictured herself running her fingers along his tattoos, tracing the lines and curves until she found herself lost in a haze of- well she didn’t know what it was it reminded her of the burning need she felt when she hadn’t swam in so long, that burn she felt when she held her breath too long, it was sharp hard to swallow.

But it wasn't just his tattoos that held her attention - it was the way he moved, the way his body seemed to flow with an easy grace that left her breathless. She found herself imagining what it would be like to feel that body pressed against hers, his arms wrapping tightly around her as she lost herself in his embrace.

As she continued to stare, mesmerized by this striking warrior before her, her thoughts grew increasingly inappropriate. She couldn't help but picture him completely devoid of clothing, baring all his secrets to her eager eyes. It was a heady almost mind crushing fantasy, one that left her heart racing and her body aching for more, like a shot of adrenaline .

And as she finally tore her gaze away, she knew that she could never quell the burning that this tattooed warrior had sparked within her to the point it made her stomach churn as if she would lose her stomach all together. In that moment, she was trapped, unable to breathe air, completely and utterly lost. “Are you okay?” She heard his voice. Her ear flicked as she finally registered his voice. It was deep husky and it made her nervous in a way she couldn’t pinpoint. She swallows again for the second time finally able to get words out “yes” she says looking down again unaware of the amused look on his face as he had caught her completely eye fucking him.

She sighs, closing her eyes under his watchful yet confused ones. She slowly calmed down the movement and with a deep breath relaxed although she couldn't place there was something rooted now. And she was not prepared to figure out what.

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[pandoraslxna]

“I‘m fighting the urge to post these fics too early like I’m so excited to share them it’s driving me insane”

Stop cs it’s so relatable, I have all of them in my drafts and the urge to just post them like 😭😭 I have one of Quaritch fucking scientist reader in a closet and a Ralak one fucking the brat out of human reader (like he got sick of her back talk) and when I tell you that it tempts me to just post them it’s little.. 😭😭😭

Kinktober finna be wild, and I’m here for it 👹👹👹

I should’ve made it a kinkseptember instead omg I’ve never been so impatient before 😩😩

[taleweaver-ramblings]

So my D&D group lost another party member today. Not to death, at least. Just retirement. So that's not terrible, but still.

(We've lost three party members so far. Two of them have been to retirement, and we still see the one now and then. The last one betrayed us and got eaten by an orca because of it.)

Our party's main nemesis, above and beyond the Big Bad (who's actually sort of an ally sometimes, but that's another story), is a rakshasa, Ralak Shas. We've been periodically making each other's lives difficult since Level 3, when we exposed him as a fiend in front of the town he'd been manipulating. Then he started a war and framed us all for murder (which we still haven't really dealt with; whatever; we have other problems).

Several months ago out of game and less than a month ago in-game, something happened. I don't even remember what it was. But for some reason, Ralak Shas decided that this was personal now on his side, not just ours. I'd argue that was a stupid choice, as we've already killed a weird ancient-dragon-aberration-diety thing, but maybe not. In any case, we started going after his plans, and he started going after the people close to us.

We attempted to chase down an agent of his who he'd liberated from prison and raided two of his safehouses. He nearly got my character's sister and one of our oldest friends killed. We destroyed another of his center of operations. He triggered an assault by giants on our sorcerer's hometown and killed the sorcerer's mentor. Then he went after our fighter's friend and ship's crew. Killed most of them, including the fighter's first mate.

That was the last straw for our fighter. He wanted to protect his people. He'd put the people he cared about in danger. He'd briefly died trying to save them. And now his best friend was dead. So, he told us, as far as anyone else was concerned, he was dead too. If we needed a ship, we could call him, but otherwise, he was done.

I can't really say I blame him. I would have tried to talk him out of it had all my memories (including my memories of how to, like, speak) hadn't been erased. But I still don't blame him. And it's probably for the best that he quit while he was ahead, and I'm looking forward to seeing this player's new character. Still, I'll miss him all the same.

[marriedtolike18fictionalmen]

Our Infinity of Stars (pt. 6?)

My dudes, we are currently at well over 60 pages. She's a long one.

I'm feeling chaotic, who's heart should we break???

Don't worry, I'll add it in the end :)

Unrelated to that: RALAK IS A LITTLE BITCH AND 'RANI WILL CLIMB UP A TREE TO DROPKICK HIM INTO SPACE thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Enjoy, my dear sweet people

“Look, I don’t care whether or not you like this. It has to happen now that the challenge has been made.” Adib was leaning against the wall and he and Neteyam watched me pace.

“I- We don’t want you to have to be with that man,” Neteyam corrected himself, ”he clearly doesn't know how to treat a woman. I’d be damned if I let him get anywhere near you, princess.”

I continued pacing, trying to think of any way around this. “What if I talked to him? If both parties surrender, the challenge is void, nobody gets hurt and he has to leave me alone.” I sighed, slumping down in front of the two males. “I could never forgive myself if one of you got hurt because of this. Ralak has literally nothing to lose, he’ll fight to the death over this. He doesn’t want me, you heard him say it himself. Just wants to make sure nobody else can have me. He knows that I’ll go down kicking and screaming, so he’s not gonna stop at first blood.”

Adib reached out for my hand, “and that’s exactly why I’m gonna accept the challenge. He’s still my closest friend in the Metkayina, he won’t kill me. What would kill me is seeing either you or Neteyam hurt because of him. I just can’t believe he’s this angry about you being happy. He is acting childish and-”

His voice cut off as a splash sounded from below the mauri, and the three of us raced to the entrance to catch a glimpse of Ralak speeding away on the back of and ilu. “Shit.” I whispered, knowing this would not be good for any of us.

“Eywa ayoeng.” Eywa be with us Neteyam closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he whispered to the sky. “I’ll do it. He doesn’t have to know which one of us he’s going to fight, right ‘Rani?”

My throat was so dry all I could do was nod.

“Good. He’ll be prepping to fight Adib, he knows your moves, so he won’t be prepared for me. I’ll make sure to use what my mother taught me, Omatikaya fighting style rather than sky people like you taught him, and he won’t know what hit him.” It was Neteyam’s turn to pace, and he started planning it out under his breath. 

Adib stood and left the tent. “Fucking hell, I can’t do this shit. I’ll be flying in the area if anyone needs me.” He practically ran towards the cliff the ikran like to stay.

I watched him leave. “This is all my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t dumped him like I did he wouldn’t be so angry.” I stood and joined Neteyam pacing, my mind supplying all the things I could’ve done differently so this wouldn’t be happening. “Or that argument. I was as harsh as I could’ve been trying to get him to leave me alone, but he was just hurting. I should’ve been more empathetic.”

I worried my lip as I paced a line in the tent. “I should’ve known this would happen, Jesus ‘Rani, how could you be so stupid. Ralak is emotional, you should have know that this would hurt him.”

Neteyam grabbed my arms, “Darling, this is not your fault.”

My eyes filled with tears against my permission, and I looked away as they started rolling down my cheeks. “I can’t lose you, Neteyam. Not when I just got you back.” Neteyams large hands gently slid up to my cheeks, wiping the tears away.

“Don’t talk like that, ma’paskalin. I will be okay.”

“You don’t know that though. ‘Teyam, the rules don’t say anything about whether the prize has to go along. You should back out. Just say you can’t fight, please, anything.”

Neteyam pulled me against his chest, and I clung to him like there was no tomorrow. “I can’t do that, princess. It is not honorable.”

“To hell with honor! He has none, why should you?”

Neteyam again leaned back to cradle my face in one hand. “I won’t stoop to his level. My honor is the one thing I have that he doesn’t.”

“You have me. He doesn’t. There, now go and call it off.” I stepped back, but Neteyam grabbed my hand.

He knelt down, pressing his lips to my fingers. “I have you to save me. Worse come worse he plays dirty and I get hurt, but you’ll be there to fix me up, won’t you?”

I kneeled, leaning against one of his legs. “Always.” I hooked my hand around his neck, “but please, don’t get hurt. It would scare me half to death, and you want me to live a long life, don’t you?”

Neteyam smiled, nodding. I continued, “make him agree to some terms. Nobody dies. There’s only so much I can do, and bringing someone back from the dead is far past that limit. Plus, it would kill me to watch anyone bleed out.” I tired to lighten the somber mood that had settled over my tent, a smirk across my lips I joked.”You know how I am on hunts, I can barely eat the food if I kill it myself.” 

Neteyam softly chuckled, ducking his head as he did so. “I can do that. Make Ralak agree to some terms.”

I felt some of the weight fall off my shoulders. “Thank you.” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I need a fucking nap. You go, it’s almost sundown. Make sure to get Ralak to agree, no strings attached.”

Neteyam stood, pulling me towards my hammock behind the curtain in the back of the tent. “I’ll be okay. He can’t do anything, nor make anyone else do anything, until the fight that is, so I’m immune right now.” He leaned down and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Dream of me?” he asked. 

I turned, “Yeah, sure. Something to think about when you’re on your date with your right hand later. Me dreaming about you.” I yawned, pulling the blanket over my ears and smiling as I heard Neteyam scoff out a laugh. 

“Yes ma’am, if you insist.” He turned and left, and I slipped into a deep sleep, indeed dreaming about him.

~ᐧ~

“Once a winner has emerged, the terms cannot be altered, and any benefits cannot be taken or challenged for again. This is First Blood. Do not draw more than that. Participants, you may begin as you please. Eywa ngahu.” Ronal said what she had to, stepping back to watch as Neteyam and Ralak stepped up into the large ring formed by the clan.

Neteyam’s posture was relaxed, “Remember our agreement.” he said before crouching down to begin.

Ralak did not say anything.

With a roar, he charged. Neteyam sidestepped the move, drawing his dagger as he did so. Ralak whipped around, blindly stabbing as he did. 

Neteyam’s body just barely missed the dagger’s edge, and he saw it as I did. Poison. Neteyam’s eyes narrowed, and I physically saw him shift into life or death mode. He bent down, preparing to take Ralak’s next move head-on.

Seeing this, Ralak once again rushed at Neteyam, but instead of his dagger meeting flesh, it met sand as Neteyam kicked up a cloud of it into Ralak’s vision, and threw the dagger far away. Out of the ring.

Ralak tried to get Neteyam to the ground, but Neteyam stepped back and punched him in the jaw. He drew a knee up and kicked him right in the diaphragm, and punched Ralak away. Ralak again charged, never letting up on the offense, and I saw Neteyam smile as he fell right into his trap. 

Neteyam now pulled the same move I had on him, flipping Ralak over his shoulder, stunning him. Neteyam quickly moved so his legs were holding Ralak down while his hands got to work on Ralak’s face, and in one swoop his knuckles were stained red from the red leaking from Ralak’s nose and lip.

Immediately, Neteyam let go. He stood without a word and held out his clean hand for Ralak to get up with. Ralak slapped the hand away and stood by himself, stooping to grab his dagger as he did so, and Neteyam sighed and turned around to tend to his bruises.

I saw it at the same time as Adib. The light glinting off of the dagger as Ralak raised it to bring down on Neteyam’s turned back.

“NO!” we screamed in unison, and Adib dove to get Neteyam out of the way. This time the poisoned dagger met flesh, slicing through veins and releasing a gush of blood from my brother’s thigh.

Neteyam, realizing what happened, started shouting. All the Sullys jumped into action, used to seeing wounds far worse than this often. They lifted Adib and ran into the tent, and I followed as one of the other healer’s assistants poured water onto my hands to clean them off. The Tsahik was at a loss of what to do, and with a nod stepped back to let me use my forest knowledge to fix the wound.

“Put a dagger into the fire and bring me every bandage, salve and as much water as you can carry.” I instructed to whoever was near, and a girl around Lo’ak’s age ran off to do so.

“Bring antidotes as well!” Ronal shouted after her, “Eywa knows we’ll need it.” She muttered to herself as she helped tighten the tourniquet above the gash to staunch the flow.

I took a breath through my mouth and out through my nose to get rid of the stench of my brother’s blood. “Adib? Can you hear me?” A weak nod was the only response. “Good. I want you to keep talking to me. What’s going on?” I willed my voice to knot shake as I was handed a needle and thread. My finger was the only thing keeping his major vessels from spilling out.

“Uh, ligh-head. There spts n my visn nd evrthin’s mffled.” I ignored the fact that the slurred voice was my brother’s and slipped into my tsakarem self.

“Yeah, that’ll happen if you get hurt sometimes. Now, I’m going to need you to bite down on this for me,” Neteyam shoved a strip of leather into Adib’s mouth at my nod. I checking Adib’s pulse, high but not unexpected. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch. Be strong for me, okay?”

Adib nodded weakly, and I saw Neteyam’s grip tighten. The hands of assistants and the other Sullys held Adib down, and I nodded to the girl who had to hand me the hot knife when I was ready. “When I look up at you, okay? Ready Adib? 3… 2…” I poised the needle to sew when I moved my finger, “... 1.”

He tried to jerk away as I sewed, but everyone held him down. I looked up at the girl after I threw the last stitch. “Okay, now comes the bad part.” She handed me the knife. “3.. 2...” I pressed the red-hot metal to the wound to seal the vessel. His screams rang through my ears and I bit my lip as I handed the knife back and stitched the gash closed. Adib went still and my heart dropped as my head shot up to his face. 

“He just passed out. It’s okay. Keep going.” Neteyam had at some point settled next to me, and placed his hand on the small of my back. 

I finished, twenty one stitches on top, five inside, and said to whoever else was there to finish. “Put a shit ton of antibacterial and change the dressings every hour. Give him the antidote tea. I need to-” I stood. “I’ll just-”

I couldn’t take it, I ran outside and immediately doubled over, the contents of my stomach emptying themselves in the sand. I felt a large hand pull my hair away from my face and soothingly rub my back. “It’s okay, you did good. He’ll be okay.”

After I was done dry heaving, I straightened. A bowl of water was handed to me, and I swished the first sip around to rid myself of the taste of my vomit. “You okay?” I looked up to Neteyam and nodded. 

“Thank you. For everything, I couldn’t have done that if it wasn’t for you.”  He nodded. “I’m gonna go check on him, you coming with?”

“He just saved my life, I wouldn’t dream of not spending every moment by his side until he’s better. You have some blood on your cheek, may I?” Neteyam grabbed a rag out the string of his tewng after I nodded. He looked up after wetting it, and his ears pinned back. 

I whirled around. “Ralak?” I gasped, then growled as I strode towards him, shoving his chest with all the might I had left in me. “Congratulations! You’ve invented a new kind of stupid. ‘A damage you can never undo’ kind of stupid, truly, did you not think any of this through?”

Ralak didn’t say anything, further fueling my rage. “Let’s review; you almost killed my brother as you broke the rules of the challenge. You tried to kill my best friend with a poisoned dagger as his back was turned, and somehow hit my brother, your best friend. You challenged both my brother and best friend to First Blood, fully knowing that if you would win, I’d never be allowed to talk to them again. You acted like a child for weeks, manipulating me and trying to use my own empathy against me. You started arguments with me just for the sake of it. Just cause you were bored now that I was happy with you and you couldn’t just leave good enough alone. You started an argument you knew would hurt the most, and as soon as I tried to defend my own dreams, my subconscious thoughts about the life I could’ve had if I never was forced to come here, you go and sleep with the first girl to make goo-goo eyes at you.” I took a breath, and my voice was rough from all the shouting as I continued at a normal volume. “Then you can’t accept that I moved on. That after I healed from the embarrassment and inferiority you made me feel, as soon as I was okay, as soon as I so much as spoke to any man in a way you considered flirting, you completely lose it? You almost cost my brother his life. You almost cost my Neteyam his life.” My voice was now a whisper. “And for that I will not, ever, forgive you. That, I can promise.”

Ralak couldn’t meet my eyes, and I clenched my jaw and turned back towards Neteyam. He wrapped his arm around me and tapped my waist twice. I nodded, then threw over my shoulder at Ralak, “Adib’s fine now, no thanks to you. Whenever he ends up waking up, I’ll ask if he would allow you to visit.” And with that, Neteyam and I went back in the tent.

~ᐧ~

“Paskalin, you’re covered in blood.” I looke up at Neteyam’s words, looking down to see my arms indeed covered in blood. 

I glanced back up, “You’re not in much better shape, Goldie.” He wasn’t, although covered in bruises rather than my brother’s blood as he had cleaned off and been tended to after I had made him. I was still covered in it though, as Adib’s fever just broke and I finally could breathe

“Go wash off, I’ll stay with him until you get back, then we’ll all be in the mauri next door.” ‘Rina took the spot next to me, changing out the cloth on Adib’s forehead as she spoke. 

Neteyam and he shared a glance. He hummed and stood, holding his hand out to me as he did so. “Let’s go wash off then.”

I nodded and we walked off down to the water from the Tsahik’s tent. We rinsed off quickly in silence, he did my back as I worked on my arms. 

“I can stay with him in the tent tonight, you had the challenge, then carrying him all the way here once he was stable enough.” Neteyam started to protest. “No, ‘Teyam. It’s the least I can do. I meant what I said earlier, if it wasn’t for you, I would have never been able to speak to either you or Adib again.”

Neteyam grabbed my face, his tanhi glowing in the darkness of the night. “I didn’t do it just so I could still be around you. Or just to protect your honor, nor for my own gain. I mean, it’s definitely a bonus that I still have you, but I did it because I knew how much it would hurt you to see Adib fighting him. It would have torn you apart to see them at eachother’s throats after they had become such good friends, and it would have torn me apart to see you so upset.”

I threw my hands around his neck and finally let out all the sobs I wasn’t aware had been hiding inside. He buried my face in his neck, arms wrapped tight around my waist as he soothed me. “I know, let it out. I’m here, don’t worry.”

My sobs subsided and we walked back to the tent, my head almost spinning from the utter exhaustion of the day. “I’ll stay with him, you go and sleep. I’m not the one who had to sew up my brother’s leg today.” Neteyam offered.

I shook my head, “How about we both stay. We can both sleep, there’s room enough for both of us on the other bedroll, and we’ll both be here if he wakes up.” I glanced over to the next mauri, seeing how full it was. “In any case, I don’t think there’d even be any room for either of us in the next one over with both of our siblings stuffed in there.”

Neteyam yawned and layed down, patting his shoulder as he did. “There’s only one pillow, so you get to use me.” He whispered as to not bother Adib. I lay down next to him and he pulled me into him, “damn, you’re freezing. How the hell are you always this cold Princess?”

I threw an arm over his broad chest, tangling my legs with his. For warmth. “Shut up, Goldie. Least I don’t run a fever constantly.” I tensed. “Wait, Ralak didn’t knick you at all, did he?” I sat up to look at Neteyam, who stood to let me check his legs and back as he checked his front. 

“Nope, just bruised as shit.” He winced as he poked at one of said bruises.

I breathed a sigh of relief, settling back on his chest in the position from before. His face burried itself in my hair, and I smiled as his breathing deepened almost instantaneously. I pressed closer to him, and allowed sleep to overtake me as well.

~ᐧ~

“Shh, Tuk! You’re gonna wake them up!” I heard Adib’s voice as if underwater.

My pillow rumbled as Neteyam’s voice joined Adib’s, deep from sleep and grumbly. “You already woke me up, Tuk.” I felt as two light, almost imperceptable taps were placed on my hip where Neteyam’s hand rested, his body blocking the light from my face with the way we were both on our sides and my head in the crook of his neck. I tapped back on instinct, cursing myself as I heard the smirk in Neteyam’s voice. “And by the looks of it, little miss princess is also awake.”

Tuk laughed, “How do you know big brother, she looks out cold to me.”

The light that was hitting my face shifted as Netyam leaned back and shrugged his shoulder, his hand still resting on my hip. “She tapped back.”

Now Adib laughed, groaning after he did so. “Please, she does that even in her sleep. It’s funny, actually. Tsireya and I like to mess with her by getting her to tap twice for some random, dumb thing.”

I suddenly was pulled from the fog surrounding my head, Neteyam somehow not getting hit by my head flying up. “Oh shit, you’re awake!”

I jumped up and started fussing over Adib where he sat on the bed. Tuk giggled from behind me, “Yeah no duh, he’s been fine all day while you were having your beauty sleep with my brother.”

Everyone who was in the tent laughed, including my mother, the Tsahik, my sister and a few of Adib’s friends. “Fuck, i am so out of it,” I whirled around to where Tuk stood, “Shit, sorry. Fu- ugh ignore me. When the he- heck did you guys get here? How long have I been asleep?”

Neteyam had stood and covered Tuk’s ear, much to her chagrin, and now was the one to answer me as he let her go. “All day according to your mother.”

I looked over at my mother, “Sa’nu? What? Why did nobody wake me or Neteyam?”

She grinned, sitting down across Adib from me, “we tried, Neteyam just rolled over and you hid your face in his neck. It was cute actually. Adib found it amusing at the very least.”

“Yeah, bro. You were mumbling some nonsense about gunshots and boats. It was weird. Yet, it made me laugh.” he looked at me expectantly.

“And laughter is the best medicine, yeah I know.” i huffed out. I pointed a finger at him. “If you ever try to bleed out on me again, I will personally bring you back from Eywa to beat the living shit out of you myself.”

Everybody laughed, and at some point we decided to move Adib into a bigger mauri, our mother’s, so that he had some room to breathe with all the visitors. We all just spent a few weeks hanging out with eachother and Adib as he healed, and I caught some not-so-subtle glances shared between Adib and the girl who had helped me out when he was hurt. 

“So,,, what’s her name?” Neteyam and I were the only ones in the mauri, along with Adib of course, and he had apparently also caught these looks.

Adib feined ignorance, “I have no clue what your talking about. Who’s name? Do you have a crush, Neteyam?”

I laughed, “Don’t pretend you don’t know Adib, even I’ve noticed how she looks at you. You’re acting like how ‘Rina was when she caught feelings for ‘Teyo.”

Adib’s tanhi glowed, our version of a blush, looking over Neteyam’s shoulder outside. I turned and saw the very object of our conversation. “Alira, hey. What’s up?”

I grabbed Neteyam’s arm, “we were just leaving, actually. Have some chores to get done.” Neteyam nodded and we walked out. “Nice seeing you Alira!” I said to her as we passed. 

Both Neteyam and I turned and gave Adib a thumbs up while her back was turned, then hurried off. “Wanna go for a fly? I feel like I remember you promising me a nice spot you like to go to.” And with that, we called Syura and Takutai and were off.

[zestys-stuff]

Ralak: “What a beautiful sunny day.”

Preggo reader comes check up on Ralak while he’s sitting sharpening his spears.

Readers stomach creates shade over him.

Ralak: Omg what happened to the sun.

Preg reader over belly: easy blue chocolate wouldn’t want you to melt.

OMG GUYS WHO WROTE THAT😭(totally wasn’t me) (it’s from white chicks if you didn’t know).

-🦥anon

Oh my gosh LMAOOO!! 🙈 Blue chocolate had me dead! This made me laugh like crazy! Tbh i do see reader behaving like this just to have another thing coming from Ralak lol

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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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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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Okay but like...can we talk about the rizz this AI version of Ralak has! like omg! @zestys-stuff your boy is the rizz god in story and in Ai.

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☆ 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 ╱ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩. — where you can find all my works.

☆ 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 ╱ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩. — where you find all my series masterlists.

☆ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 ╱ 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩. — where you can find important posts.

☆ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 ╱ 𝙪𝙥𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨. — upcoming works that will be posted next and my posting schedule.

☆ 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧? ╱ 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙨. — where you can see what I’m working on atm.

☆ 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 ╱ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. — sneak peeks on my works.

☆ 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙪𝙨 ╱ 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩. — where I keep all the people who want to be tagged on my works.

☆ 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩 ╱ 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜. — me reblogging my own fics.

☆ 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ╱ 𝙖𝙤'𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜. — all my Ao'nung works.

☆ 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 ╱ 𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙚. — all my Jake works.

☆ 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 ╱ 𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙞. — all my Kiri works.

☆ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 ╱ 𝙡𝙤'𝙖𝙠. — all my Lo'ak works.

☆ 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙬 ╱ 𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙢. — all my Neteyam works.

☆ 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 ╱ 𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞. — all my Neytiri works.

☆ 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ╱ 𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙠. — all my Ralak works.

☆ 𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ╱ 𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡. — all my Ronal works.

☆ 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙞 ╱ 𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙭𝙤. — all my Rotxo works.

☆ 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙨' 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ╱ 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮. — all my Sully family works.

☆ 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣 ╱ 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙢. — all my Tarsem works.

☆ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 ╱ 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙞. — all my Tonowari works.

☆ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 ╱ 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙮. — all my Trudy works.

☆ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 ╱ 𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙖. — all my Tsireya works.

☆ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 ╱ 𝙩𝙨𝙪'𝙩𝙚𝙮. — all my Tsu'tey works.

☆ 𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 ╱ 500 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧. — all the work I did for my 500 sleepover event.