Has anyone seen the movie âmillerâs girl?â And most importantly would yall be interested in a Mr Jonathan miller x reader??
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Missed You <3
Tw: Construction worker Joel comes home, all rough and dirty, to his sweet girl, who has been ever so patiently waiting for his arrival. Fun ensues :) bdsm-y aspects, side of dd/lg, praise knk/size knk,bj, breeding knk, degrading knk/ etc 18+ MDNI !!!!!!
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You greet him by jumping up into his thick arms, as thick as your neck, and by the Gods this drove you absolutely up the wall!Â
âHi, bunny. Good day?,â he asks, a rough kiss from his wiry lips and beard. âYes,â you giggle. âMissed you more, though, daddy. Couldnât stop thinking about you,â you purr at him, your little hands desperately clawing at his biceps, a signal for him to pick you up even further. Â
âIs that right?,â his thick Texan accent sent chills straight to your core as he still refuses to pick you up, stalling.
You do not like this â you get whiny. âWant to be in your arms, daddy. Come on!! PleaseâŠ,â you whine, drawing out that last please a little bit more. You hoped he was in a good mood.
âHey. Whatâd I tell ya about whining? Good girls gotta listen now, if ya want to get your fill,â a stern brow, raised, looks back at you. Still not picking you up. âOkay,â your voice is now tiny, as every primal urge to serve and obey him overrides your entire system.Â
A large hand comes to hold your delicate face. âGood girl. Now on your knees fâme. Wanna see how well she listens,â he hums, his steel toed work boots clank and clatter on the hardwood floor, as he takes a few steps towards you. You are in position, hands folded, eyes down, knees together, waiting, all to please him.Â
He inspects your position, and promptly tells you to fix your knee, and a harsh shove from his steel-toed boot quickly fixes your demeanor. âBesides position, Iâd say youâre doing just fine, sweetheart.â He crosses over in front of the couch youâre leaning on, sitting down in front of you.Â
âLook up. Thereâs my girl,â he praises, as a warmth spread throughout your body, straight down to your aching cunt, as well. âWant ya to beg,â he softly explains, as you see the rising tent become tighter and tighter under his jeans. His thick fingers unbuckle his belt, you see the veiny outlines of his cock as he palms himself through his jeans, softly grunting. It drove you insane that you couldnât do anything.
âPlease. Please, daddy, can I have this cock? Want it,â you chide, voice small, low, you were his sweet little girl, and he was going to defile you in the best ways possible. He grunts again. âGotta do better than that, bunny. Arenât convincing enough.âÂ
âPlease, daddy. Need this cock. Iâm nothing without it. Please!!,â you cry out, humiliated, at your knees in front of a man that has all the power over you.Â
âThereâs my good little girl. Lean in now, nice nâ easy,â he consoles you, as you feel rough hands grope your head and hair, thrusting you down onto his large bush and veiny cock <3
By Gods, you sucked on him like he was the most delicious candy youâve ever had in your entire life. Nursing the smooth little cockhead, feeling the shaft pulse beneath you, your eyes closed, feeling him, smelling him, as he thrust a bit into your mouth. You feel his balls against your neck, the warm white stuff that you loved getting from your daddy, that you could take in your mouth, on your face, your tits, anywhere that daddy said!!
âMy good little girl, taking her daddyâs load. Howâs about daddy gives ya another, since ya missed me so much, yeah?,â and you squeal with joy, as you finally get what youâve been waiting for all along, to be picked up in his strong arms!!Â
To be pressed against the wall, your soft and heavenly tits, as Joel called them, pressed up against his hairy chest. You could still smell the sweat on him from the work day, and that made you even more whiny and feral, just like some sort of animal in heat, all for Joel, for your daddy.Â
âTake it. Take this fuckinâ cock girl,â his grunts, hot in your ear, his large masculine body sandwiched you to the wall, your little legs wrapped around his broad back <3. You did, you took daddyâs cock just like you should. Youâd always obey him. You loved him. âLoved to be bred nâ taken care of, donât ya, sweetheart? Daddyâs gotcha. I got ya,â he cooed, as you came in his arms with a loud squeal, and then promptly collapsed. He carried you up to bed, laying you down ever so gently. He then quietly took off his clothes, to quickly shower.Â
Not before kissing his girl goodnight, giving her one of his t-shirts.Â
a/n: Zoo wee mama! it has been a while! BUT. I am back. School is tuff but I have soooo many ideas that I want to write about, and I want to get them out SOON. A religion/corruption Eddie Munson piece, some dean winchester, and the return of the man, the legend, himself, Jake sully. Joel has been on my mind lately, and I'm always trying to figure out how to make my writing more spicy. So! We have this. Comments, reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated! Every hour is slut hour. Enjoy, besties. -Liz <3
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Besties. How do we feel about some Dean Winchester additions to the fics?đ€đ«Ł
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Wife <3
Short fic/ description: domestics with your older!neighbor Eddie Munson, who you love with your whole heart!! Marriage is bliss.
Tw: d/s implied dynamics, major breeding/preg kink, family fluff, protective! Eddie Munson, dom-coded! Eddie Munson, sub-coded!Hyperfem reader!!
A/n: I think I might make this a series!
Your pink fingernails tapped on the pastel blue mixer as it mixed the eggs, flour, milk, baking soda and sugar together. You were baking a cake for the return of your beloved husband, Eddie.Â
Although you were only twenty-three, he was thirty-five, and you first met him as you and your dad moved into Hawkins. Your dad and yourself came from a religious family, and you made sure to make room for G-d in your day to day life.Â
Your very âtrustworthyâ next door neighbor was exactly what you wished for. Your relationship grew, the two of you fell in love. Eddie Munson saved you in an way that G-d never would. He was your person, a person that was your home.Â
You moved in next door with him only a few months after you began to date. A year after, a quiet and eloping wedding in the deep of the Hawkins woods, where you and Eddie swam in the creek naked afterwards, for hours on end.Â
Here you were then, home-making, adding an earnest addition to the delicious dinner ready for your husband. You rub your belly, swollen with Eddieâs child, as you feel a cramp. Your unborn babe must have been kicking.Â
You hear your Eds come through the door. Strong, fully tatted arms wrap around you, pulling you close. âHowâs my beautiful girl today, huh?,â he asks, with a peck to your cheek, which turns into a long, tender kiss. âMâfine, my Eds. Just cramps.â
He gave you a look of pity, then leaning down to caress your heavy belly, heavy just for him. âHowâs my son today, being nice to mommy?,â he chuckles, his hairy hand soothing the swollen stretch marks he gave you.Â
Just a few months after marriage, the both of you had fulfilled your most primal urges <3 here he had, his young wife, all round and heavy with his child, he bred her to his heartâs content!! Oh, did you love being bred. You and your Eds tried for months, months, for a child. You were almost at full-term now, and how you loved carrying your husbandâs seed all this time, feeling it grow inside you.Â
You sigh, leaning into Eddie as his dark curls tickle your cheek, his beard feels scratchy as he buries his head into your neck. âMade dinner fâme, huh? Canât wait, sweetheart. Go on, you rest on the couch and Iâll take care of you both.â You do as said, and how you loved being coddled by him.Â
He brings you the dinner that you made, gives you a shoulder, neck, and belly rub , his muscles kneading your skin, you were completely putty in his hands. This was usually apart of your nightly routine. You would face the days worth of chores, pregnancy issues, and more. Eds would come home, feed you, calm you down, and then you were under his spell, wrapped around his tattooed finger (wedding ring tattoos instead of actual rings) all ready to be bred before the night would end.Â
My happy, heavy wife, hmm?,â heâd say, after a massage. Daddyâs girl, carrying my seed, so fuckinâ good fâme.â At that point, youâd already be panting for him, watching his calloused fingers go up your thigh, squeezing the soft skin you had there.
The cross on the wall watches the both of you with searing contempt, as Eddie starts his ministrations elsewhere, between your legs, one hand gently rubbing your puffy and swollen clit <3 the other rests on your belly.
Sooner rather than later, he has you back up, legs spread, pounding you from behind while you scream, losing your mind at the feeling of his thick cock dragging along your walls, his veins pulsing, his balls softly teasing your puffy lips!!
You chant his name as if he were G-d himself! âEddie, Eddie, Eddie, was all you could think about, as his wide chest pressed down against your back, having his pregnant wife in a mating press, he finished in you. <3Â
âYou okay, sweets? Let me help you up, yeah?,â he smiles, that chivalrous, protective side of his always showing, growing even stronger for his wife, knowing there is more to protect now <3.
He adjusts you comfortably on the couch, you lay your head on his chest, fingers tracing his happy trail. You felt ever so happy, that warm trail of his seed dripping down your still pulsing walls.Â
Evolution, biology, have run their course. Both you and Eddie succumbed to your most primal instinct. You were married, owned â pregnant, bred. He would die protecting his wife and unborn child.
The both of your wedding ring tattoos glistened in the light of the dim yellow bulb, covered by a white linen shade with âGarfieldâ on it.
Gentle hands in larger ones, the both of you drift off to sleep, with Eddieâs hand still around your belly, loving you, cherishing your body.
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Some of yâall really give away that youâre a minor judging by your usernames. Any ageless blog or with something like âyour momâ gonna be blockeddd. I am not comfortable with minors on my page ty! Friendly reminderrr <3
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Poll results are in <3 will do dadâs best friend older!Eddie Munson next :)
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Besties!!! Quick! Ik looks like u all love older! Daddy!eddie, sooo which one would yall want to see next?
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Older! Eddie Munson x hyperfeminine! housewife! Reader : quick headcanons/ideas <3
18+ MDNI
Tw: big, girthy age gap :) (early 40âs /early 20âs), service kink!, sub!-coded fem reader, dom-coded Eddie munson, leashes!, obedience!!, etc
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Marrying Edward Munson was most likely the best milestone of your life. The dull and bitter taste of Hawkins, Indiana had become bright and full of color!!
Your Eds has bought you a quaint, small, yet spacious enough home, in which you decorated with beige tones and tropical accents â plants, gold, mirrored walls, and topped it all off with a wooden kitchen. He provided for you as well, spending the usual nine to five workday facing the elements as a local construction worker. At exactly 5:10 each evening, he would come home to greet his babygirl. You were ever so ready!
He comes through the door, sawdust covered boots sprinkling dirt on the fuzzy carpet. You rush up to greet him, and you were met with a âhey babydoll,â and a swift strong arm picking you up to his lap.
With you clinging onto him like a little koala, he undresses his clothes, and then puts on a loose muscle tee with boxers <3!
â howâs my little girl doing today, hmm? Tell me, doll,â a prompt from him was all it took for you to enthusiastically describe your day!! His patronizing smile made your âlittle kittyâ as he called it, gush!!
You tell him about your cooking, your laundry, and how much you missed him, your daddy <3!
âMissed you too. Howâs about your daddy shows you how much he missed his doll?,â his hairy forearms and calloused fingers grip your plush waist so tightly. He pulls you into his lap, and you feel his throbbing bulge press up against your mound. âWet fâme?,â he taunts. You nod, your manicured hands clawing up his wide back and shoulders.
âBabygirl needs her leash and collar, yeah?,â he tuts at you, putting them on. His calloused fingers grab the O ring in the center of your collar, pulling the leash a bit. âThere we go, sweets. Ready for daddy to play with. <3â
You could only drool and nod!
Your pretty tits pressed up against his hairy chest, his so so masculine hands squeezing your soft belly and hips until it HURT, and you rocking yourself on his bulge.
One thing you loved about Eddie, was that he was big. He was around five inches yes, but in width, goodness <3 it hurt to take him every time! He was wider than your hand, and would tut at you everytime your pretty pussy took that wide cock and huge balls of his.
So here you were, doing just that, clinging onto him, whining, as his girthy length stuffed you full. Belt buckle on the floor, your plush thighs against his tatted ones, his ringed hand on your ankle, which had a little âEâ tattoo on it.
Eddie actually gave you the tattoo himself, a few months ago, gently holding your ankle while working on the tattoo. You said it hurt but your Eds kept praising you for being so brave! <3 After he bandaged your new initial tattoo, he gave you your reward for being his âbrave girl,â which was his cock stuffing you full for hours on end. <3
âPussyâs just purring fâme, sweetheart. Look at that. She loves my cock, doesnât she now?,â Eddie cooed at you as he bounced you on his girth. You could only whine and nod as you felt his balls, heavy and full, plapâ and slap against your wet cunt.
He came in you, of course, because you were his. The tattoo, the ring, the leash and collar, the part where he breeds his little wife, all signs that you belonged to him. You loved being his pretty little wife, spending the days at home, waiting for her husband.
It was all worth the wait <3
A/n: tysm for reading! If you like it pls comment or reblog it means a lot to me <3 -Liz
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Ralak te Sepwan ieykâitan: Special Episode IV
Seed of Life
This is @zestys-stuff 's OC. All credits to this character goes to this beautiful, talented artist. Thank you again for allowing me to explore and create with him!
Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info
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Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)
Warnings: nsfw, fluff, angst, early pregnancy smut (will be forewarned before it happens), daddy daughter drama, Ralak being little rough because reader wonât stop teasing him, Ralak literally has blue balls, ball play, blowjob, brief thigh fucking, likely incorrect naâvi, teacher/student dynamics/roleplay, p in v, quickie, squirting, masturbation, dirty talk, sexual tension, age gapÂ
Disclaimer: This chapter entails pregnancy and sexual intimacy during early pregnancy. I include a warning directly before the smut happens in the case that you want to indulge in this chapter but arenât necessarily up for the pregnancy smut.Â
Word Count: 10k sorry
Requested: Yes || No
Authorâs Note: thank you guys for always being so patient with me. i love yall too the moon and back <3 happy holidays and a happy new year! also, Iâve realised that I unintentionally decided that Kiri is not involved in this series (i dunno honestly, itâs just occuring to me that Iâve never really mentioned her before and it feels difficult to incorporate her at this point i suppose). It seems like we (reader) have taken her place in this au in regards to being jakes adopted âbabygirlâ (nothing else thoughâno superpowers or anything loool). Â
Synopsis: After telling Ralak that he's going to be a father, the reality dawns on you that you need to break the news to your own father.
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This pregnancy shouldnât be much of a surprise to you, honestly. How could you not be? After such a breeding it would be a miracle if you werenât pregnant. Yet the news wasnât quite sinking in, even when Tsireya looked at you with wide eyes and spelled it out for you. But now that youâre walking towards the tsahĂŹk, youâre faced with reality and it begins to sink in as you count each step you take.Â
Forty-twoâŠÂ Â
The words that rolled off the tarsemâs tongue echo in your skull. Â
Forty-threeâŠÂ Â
Etching themselves into the bone, leaving you with no space to deny the truth.Â
Forty-fourâŠÂ
âYou are with child.âÂ
The ringing in your ears stops as your vision refocuses on the stone cold expression of the TsahĂŹk. Her voice is unfaltering and clear as it delivers the news to your ears a second time. Bowing to the taller woman, you sweep three fingers away from your forehead and turn your heel to walk away. But before you can take two steps she announces something that makes your ears stand tall. Â
âA boy.â Â
Her two harshly spoken words strike through your chest, a sinking feeling now brewing in the pit of your stomach. You stop dead in your tracks and lift your head that was once tilted down to your feet. Things become even more real, having you force down a wad of your spit to keep your vision from splitting again. Youâre barely able to use your voiceâyour mouth partially open and your tongue rolling from the churn of your tummy. Â
âThank you, Ronal.â You manage to squeak a decibel or two over a whisper, dropping your head again to lock your stare to your feet before fleeing the now-crowding scene. You overhear the people murmuring the news as you scurry away to your marui pod. Â
âThe forest girl expects the firstborn of the villageâs best warriorâ;Â Â
âShe wonât make it out alive!â;Â
âDid you hear? She will birth the first of a new kind. A kind with demon bloodâ. Â
If your legs could go any quicker, they would. Â
A child grows in your womb now. A child for the man you loveâRalak. The man who deserves it most. Youâre scared and excited all at once. Proud to bear a son for such a notable and fearsome man. But afraid of how your family will take to the news. Â
This was your first month of being a mated pair, and youâve already succumbed to your most primordial instinct to mate. And with what everyone is already whispering, youâre scared of much more than that. Is what they say true? Is this a risky thing? Will he be teased for being different? Will he be rejected from the clan? Â
Does Ralak⊠even want this? Â
You both hadnât even sat down and spoken about the possible consequences of such a cosmic eventâyour synced cycles. What if he hadnât meant all the things he said? Or if he really just couldnât prevent the things that he did during his rut? How would he react if that were the case? Â
Your mind is running at a hundred clicks an hour and your nerves are wringing your stomach that it takes the hot sand spilling through the cracks of your toes to make you realise that youâre already home. Â
And there he is, in all his glory. Â
Doing nothing other than sharpening his damn spear. Sitting on his knees, leaned back with his flexed abs and gathered brows, concentrating on his taskâblissfully unaware of the gossip spreading throughout the clan. The sight brings serenity to the white noise in your head, leaving nothing but the crash of the waves and the splash of the ilus off in the distance. IÂ Â
Ralakâs ears twitch as he senses your presence, but he remains focused on the stroke of his whetstone against the blade. He can feel your apprehension from where he sits, and he can already tell what youâre here for. Yet he chooses to keep his appearance no less than stoic, but not enough to be intimidating. Â
âTanhĂŹ.â He hums low enough that you strain to hear him. Â
âI need to speak with you.â You utter, wetting your dry lips with a quick swipe of your tongue. You stand there fidgeting with your fingers as you await a reply from your husband. Itâs almost mortifying how silent this man can actually be. You see the slight tilt of his head and his ear perk up to listen closely. Taking this as your cue to speak, you try to find the words to say. Â
How do I say this? Â
Ralak is a simple man, perhaps itâs better to give it to him straight. An easy, âI carry your unborn sonâ, would do, right? You begin to gnaw on the dry skin on your bottom lip as you think. But his silence is really getting to you today. How can he sit there so⊠unbothered? Not even a glance thrown your way or an eyelash batted. Maybe you should just spit it out â âyou got me pregnantâ. Â
âHm?â He lets out a muffled grunt, swiping the whetstone against the spearhead. It sounds innocent. Like heâs just immersed in a task and couldnât quite bring himself to completely stop.Â
âWe no longer need to prepare for my heat.â You blurt out, not even knowing where the words came from. You witness his spine straighten and him quickly stilling his movements. Â
Little did you know his heart gallops at the speed of a direhorse, thumping wildly between his ribs as he prepares himself to finally hear you utter the words. Oh, how he had been waiting for your sweet voice to sing the news. But he realises that you seem to need an extra push to say them. Â
âAnd why is that?â Ralak husks, still unmoving. Â
You wait for him to turn around. To look your way. Something. Â
But⊠nothing. Â
âIâm pregnant.âÂ
Ralaks heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat. A grin spreads from ear to ear, so strong and wide that if you were really paying attention you would have caught the way his ears stand at full height. Â
But you were too busy fighting the bubble of the blood in your thumping heart, trying to keep your frustration to a minimum. You had expected more. For him to turn around, at the very least. All you could hear was the da-dump and the silence between you two. Until you couldnât take it anymore.Â
Perhaps itâs all the hushed chatter from earlier or maybe itâs just the new surge of hormones and out-of-whack pheromones but you canât help the burn of your eyes as they fill with tears. Â
âSo w-what? Not even a glance my way? You knock me up and have nothing to s-say for it?â You choke back your heated tears of frustration, Ralak now huffing a vehement sigh. âYouâre not even surprised, orââ Your blubbering is cut short by your husband's quick movement. Â
Ralak instantaneously brings himself to his feet and storms over to you, towering over your petite frame. Now heâs peering down at you, dark, smouldering eyes holding the most intimidating gaze with you as he closes the distance between your bodies. Heâs still damp from seeing to the ilus this morning that when your chest touches his cold, bare stomach, it hardens your nipples into stiff peaks.  Â
âSurprised?â He rasps, his large hand flying to your lower stomach, gently pressing into it. Heaving shoulders slowing as he steadies his breathing, Ralak lowers his head to brush his lips against the shell of your earâÂ
âDo you not think I had every intention of putting this baby inside of you?âÂ
Hearing this spoken in such an assertive tone sends shivers up your spineâRalak knows exactly how to handle you and your⊠sensitivity. He always has. Your tail sways uncontrollably behind you, earning a well concealed smirk from the giant before you. Itâs always been one of his favourite parts of you, but nowâoh, now he has a new favourite part of you. Â
Your soon-to-be swelling belly. Â
âI have known.â He admits through a whisper, smoothing his entire palm over your budding womb, planting a quick kiss on your temple. âYour scent⊠it has changed, tanhĂŹ.â Â
âWhat?â You whisper, almost pulling away from his tender touches to look at him. âAnd you didnât say anything?â Â
âI wanted to hear you say it. I have been waiting⊠to hear you say it.â Heâs the one to pull away this time, looking you deeply in the eyes. His free hand raises, using his thumb to wipe away a tear seeping from the corner of your eye. âPlease. Do not cry.â Â
You donât even know what to say. Yet again, Ralak leaves you speechlessâwith trembling lips and a swelling throat. Â
âAnd you are actually eating the payoang niktsyey [fish wraps] I cook.â Â
âWhat?â You snort, letting loose a sudden, nasally giggle. You drop your smile and try to fix a serious expression on your face. âWhat do you mean? I always eat your payoang niktsyey [fish wraps]â Â
Ralak laughs, his three fingers tucking hair behind your ear, âI see you throw them to the ilus, tanhĂŹ. I am no fool.â Â
You laugh again, snotty-nosed and teary-eyed, sniffling when the uncontrollable giggling fit ends. âIt seems that our son enjoys your cooking, âlak.â You bubbler with a wobbly smile, blinking harshly to clear your vision. Â
Ralaks eyes bulge as they frantically search yoursâa beaming smile spreading across his lips, his pointed teeth on full display. âSon?â He exhales softly, his left brow bone jumping ever so slightly. Â
All you can do is nod, letting your wobbly smile morph into a grin. The tears come back like they never left, twice as much and even hotter than before. You swear you see Ralaks eyes gloss over too, glistering in the sunlight. Â
Ralak sinks to his knees, coming face to face with your soft tummy.Â
âMy prrnen [baby]. My âevengan [son; boy child]. It is your sempu [daddy].â He whispers, heated lips slightly pressed against your silken skin. Chin tucked to your chest, you watch in awe, straining to listen to his hushed whispers. âI have wanted you for so long.â Â
Hearing thatâoh, how hearing that makes you feel. You feel warm inside, your heart so full all your earlier fears melt away. Ralak looks up at you, azure blue eyes filled with nothing but love and adorationâgratitude and admiration. Â
âMy sweet tanhĂŹ. You have made me the man I have always wanted to be.â He croons at you, planting a long, soft kiss on your stomachâeyes still locked with yours. âAnd I thank you for that. NĂŹtâiluke [forever; never-endingly]â Â
And just like that, the butterflies you felt when you first laid eyes on this man come rushing in, flapping their wings at full force. Â
âI am your mate.â You sputter out a little, tiny sob. âItâs what I-I am supposed to do.â Â
Ralak stands up, holding eye contact with you the entire way. Â
âYou owe me nothing. It is an honour that you carry my unborn, y/n.â His hand leaves your stomach to grasp your hand, intertwining his thickset fingers with yours. âYou will be a nawm [great] mother.âÂ
âAnd you will be the best father.â You choke back your sobs, struggling to get your words out. A comfortable silence passes, where you both immerse yourselves into one anotherâs touch. Until Ralak witnesses your expression morph into something of worry. Â
âWhat is it?â He asks in a hushed voice, keeping his tone calm and cool. Â
âSpeaking of⊠fathers.â The column of your throat undulates when you gulp hard, âHow will I tell mine?âÂ
Ralak swallows, too. The thought had crossed his mind a few times over the past week. He saw the answer as simple â tell him. Ralak holds a lot of respect for your father, looking up at him as a superior given his status and skill as a warrior. And although heâs slightly intimidated by your father, Ralak sees this respect as mutualâtherefore, it should be returned. Surely, this will go smoothly if you both remain polite. Â
Right? Â
âWe tell him. Together.â Ralak grasps your hand once more, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, his heavy accent shining through now that heâs high on emotions, âI keep you safe. Both of you.â  Â
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Both you and Ralak make your way down the shore towards the webbing of overlapping mangrove roots. Though you insisted on breaking the news to your family by yourself, he was adamant that he accompanies you. You couldnât bear the thought of your father lashing out on Ralak, especially in front of the others. You tried to explain that to him, but he simply shook his head and tightened the clasp of his saya (knife sheath) on his hip.  Â
You make the trek by foot, wanting a little more time to think about what you were going to say, and he ensured to stay right behind you. Quite literallyâlooming behind you like some sort of bodyguard. Every naâvi you pass are quick to avert their gaze elsewhere when they see the giant you have as a shadow. They tried not to look to begin with, but it was a rare sight to see you two so close together among the clan. Â
Their hushed whispers are kept to an absolute minimum but Ralak hears them nonetheless. It doesnât bother him. Not anymore, at least. It used to bother him before he had met youâhearing the chatter of the gossip about his voluntary six year celibacy despite being the chiefâs right hand man. And now that the murmurs entail nothing but his relationship with you, he could care less. Â
But then he hears the indistinct mumble about the babe budding in your womb. Itâs something along the lines of âit being some demon hybridâ. The comment alone has Ralak screeching to a halt, his head snapping in the direction of a stocky, young warrior in training. One that Tonowari had relentlessly urged Ralak to teach until he begrudgingly gave him a couple combat lessons. Â
Ralakâs eyes narrow and sharpen, snapping down to shoot a threatening leer down at him. That's all it took for the stumpy naâvi to drop his head in shame and scurry away with his younger companions. Â
Sensing that Ralak is no longer on your tail, you turn around, half-expecting him to be five steps behind. Instead, heâs right where you left him, with a reassuring smile and an extended hand gesturing you to âcontinueâ. You return a light hearted smile and spin around, taking another step towards your family marui. Â
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âTo what do we owe the visit?â Neteyam smiles as he greets you at the marui door, arms splayed out for a hug. You smile and slump into your brother, allowing him to envelope you in a warm embrace. âWe havenât seen you in what feels like weeks, sis.â Â
âBecause we havenât.â Loâak adds, lurking behind his bigger brother, arms crossed over his chest with a grin on his face. Â
âHey Loâ.â You say in a low voice, smiling at him as you let go of your big brother. Ralak silently stands at the marui door, head awkwardly tilted in an attempt to fit himself in such a tight space.Â
âHey, sissy.â Loâak throws an arm around your neck, patting your shoulder a few times as he walks you further inside and away from Ralak. âWhatâs up with the shadow?â He doesnât even try to quieten his voice as he nudges his chin in your husband's direction. Â
You force a little laugh, unwrapping his arm from around your neck so you can inch away back to your âshadowâ. You back up until you bump into his solid build, making a muffled thump when you collide. He steadies you by the shoulders, lidded eyes flicking down to check that youâre okay. He can sense your nervousness.Â
âIâwe⊠have something to tell you guys.â You begin, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. âWhereâs everyone else?â Â
Loâakâs eyes squint, brows furrowing as the gears in his brain grind twice as fast to figure out what you could possibly be calling a family meeting for. âNo fucking way. Already?â He blurts out when he finally puts two and two together. Your eyes widen when they dart over to him, catching sight of the shit eating grin plastered to his face.  Â
Fuck, is this skxawng going to spoil it for me? You think to yourself, apparently loud enough for Ralak to hear. He squeezes your shoulders before sliding his hands down the full length of your arms and letting go. âMawey [calm].â He breathes, his head still hanging low. You look behind you, tilting your head up to meet his comforting gaze. Â
âHey, babygirl.â Jakeâs voice snaps your attention back down, having you look your father in the eye. His smile is as wide as his arms as he approaches you for a hug. Â
âDad. Hey.â You whisper, returning the hug and snuggling into his chest. You bask in the moment, lingering onto how things are nowâbefore you drop the bomb on him. Â
âI missed ya.â Jake chuckles, rubbing your back. He finally lifts his head and sees your âshadowâ hovering a little closer than needed. âJeez, let her breathe, boy. Sheâs just hugginâ her old man.â Ralak keeps his head hung and takes a small but noticeable step back. Jake gives you a quick peck on the head as he begins to pull away. âWhat have yaâ been upââ Â
Jake cuts himself short, leaning back in to smell your hair. His eyebrows gather when he recognizes the familiar scent. Neytiri has smelled similarly a few times before. Jake grinds his teeth, scrunched brows and narrow eyes giving away his current state of mind. His hands slide down your arms, gripping then as he looks you dead in the eye. âY/n. You got somethinâ to tell me?âÂ
âDadââ You swallow down the knot in your throat, already getting choked up. Â
Jake's lips purse into a thin line as his death-stare immediately averts to Ralak. And for what feels like an eternity, nothing but silence fills the room. The tension in the air is almost suffocating. Jakes eyeing Ralak down whilst Ralaks stare is locked on the way heâs holding you. Â
You glance over at your brothers. Oneâs obviously got it figured out, arms crossed, shaking his head with a smug look on his face. And one is completely cluelessâpoor thing. You look back at your father who is now seething, leer averted back to you as he exerts all his energy into being patient. Â
âWhatâs going on? Guys?â Neteyam breaks the silence with a worried tone to his voice. His eyes bounce from person to person, until they land on his brother. Â
âHe knocked her up.â Loâaks whispers harshly, not even trying to be discreet. Neteyams brows raise and now he is, too, staring at you. You feel all the blood drain from your face and suddenly youâre extremely light in the head.  Â
Mortified is an understatement. Â
Everyone is clearly waiting for you to confirm it. But youâre having such a difficult time saying the two silly little words. The pressure is on now, you could even see Ralak straining to hold his tongue. You finally muster up a cowardly nod, and immediately your fathers grip intensifies, squeezing your arms firm and tight. Heâs looking down at you with eyes of disbelief and somewhat disappointment, frantically searching yours to see if this is really the truth. You let loose a low hiss, wincing when you feel the pinch of his grip. Â
Not even another second passes when you hear the slap of your husbandâs large hands grabbing ahold of your fatherâs wrists. Â
âShe is pregnant.â Â
A deep, but low growl rips from Ralaks chest. In other words, ânever lay your hands on a pregnant womanâ. Ralak dwarfs Jake as he inches in a little closer, grasping his wrists just firm enough to send this message. Â
âYeah. Got it, bud.â Jake returns a growl through his teeth and tightened lips. He shifts his position slightly, eyes flicking down to acknowledge what his son in law is trying to get across. Nonetheless, Jake stands his ground. âGet your hands off me.â Â
Ralak tries to regain his composure, but his protective instincts have just about gone haywire. The urge to protect has never been so intense before. Itâs like his soul knows that thereâs just more to protect. Â
More at stake.Â
Ralak looks down at your fathers hands once more, silently making his point clear. He holds eye contact with Toruk makto whilst he remains unmoving. Â
âLakâŠâ You squeak a warning to your husband, who only flutters his jaw as a response. Loâak and Neteyam are on edge, both concerned that their father has a grip on you, but even more so that Ralak has a grip on their father. They watch intently, trying to decipher if and when they need to intervene. Â
To everyoneâs surprise, Jake exhales harshly through his nose and gently pulls away from you, but wrenches his wrists away from Ralakâs grasp. âSorry, kid.â Jake spits an apology, readjusting his position to be directly in front of Ralak. âCare to explain how this happened so damn quick?âÂ
âDad!â You shout in disbelief, wedging yourself back in between the two. Â
âYou know what? Donât even answer that.â Jake snaps.  Â
âYou know you are really no one to talk! Whereâs mom? Mom!â You go on the tips of your toes, leaning from side to side to look for her behind both the two male naâvi. Â
ââxcuse me?â Jake purposely blocks your view by bobbing his head wherever yours goes. âI am still your father and you will not speak to me thatââ Jake steps to the left to avoid Ralak and walk towards you. Ralak quickly adjusts himself to be the wall between you and your father, not allowing Jake the chance to even finish his sentence. Ralak is now looking down at Jake with a stoic expression, trying his best not to come off intimidating or challenging in any way. Â
All to no avail. Â
âYou got a problem with me, boy?â Jake grumbles through his clenched jaw, getting in Ralaks face now. Â
âNo. Only keeping my word, sir.â Ralak simply responds. Â
Jakes brought back to the very moment he made Ralak give him his word. His word that heâd never let a thing happen to his baby girl. The night you completed your iknimaya. The night he granted Ralak the permission to mate with you. Â
The night Ralak took your virginity.Â
Jake stalls for a few seconds, taken aback by Ralaks behaviour but a little impressed at the same time. Jake's expression softens upon realizing that Ralak is just protecting his mateâjust as he does Neytiri, especially during her pregnancies. Â
But thereâs no way in hell that Jake will be the first one to back down here. Â
âMom!â You call for her once more, hoping that sheâll swoop in and save the day. Â
Neytiri rushes in, hand on her hip where she keeps her dagger sheathedâworry and concern etched into her features. She analyses the situation, taking in the scene of her own mate standing face to face with yours. She glances over at you, seeing the panic in your eyes and the hand on your stomach that you didnât even know you had placed there. Slowly walking up to the two male naâvi, she places a firm hand on her mates chest, pushing him away from Ralak. âMaâ Jake. What is happening here?â Â
Jakeâs pressing his lips firmly together, not wanting to say the words. He shakes his head a little, huffing through his nostrils before placing a hand on his hip. His other hand extends in your direction, as if he were pointing out the obvious. Yet he remains choked up and speechless, his hand falling to his thigh as he gives up. Â
Finally, he mumbles, âGo on. Tell her.â Â
Neytiri looks back at you, eyes trailing back down to your hand thatâs mindlessly resting on your stomach as she awaits for your answer. You feel the burn of her eyes, yanking away your hand when it becomes too much. Being the daughter of Moâat, a tsahik, Neytiri needed nothing more than a quick glance and sniff to know whatâs going on. âIs this true?â Â
âYes, mom. It is true. I am.â You say in a defeated tone of voice. Ralak shifts himself, settling close beside you now rather than in front of you. He always had an even greater respect for your mother. Â
Neytiriâs expression only grows softer, until there's no trace of concern left in her face. Her smile is downturned but her eyes are bright, glistening with joy as she pulls you in for a warm embrace. Â
âIt is a blessing from Eywa, my child.â Â
She pulls away from you, now looking over to Ralak. Neytiri lays a gentle hand on Ralaks upper bicep, âSeykxel sĂŹ nitram [congratulations] .â Ralak signs âI see youâ to his mother in law, exchanging a light hearted smile with her. Â
It was no secret that Neytiri longed to be a grandmother. Her days of children are over now, although she was expecting her eldest, Neteyam, to give her a grandchild first. But Ralak â Ralak is a remarkable, mighty warrior and hunter. The oloâeyktans right hand man, and undoubtedly the best fisherman in the village. Â
In fact, Ralak was one of the first people Neytiri took a liking to after she adjusted to the way of water. She always felt that he was a good suitor for her daughter. Â
âAre you kiddinâ me? Itâs barely been two months!â Jake scoffs, shaking his head. Â
âAnd a day for us, Jake.â Neytiri tries her best to keep a calm, but firm voice. âThey are a mated pair, they are having a family now. It is Eywaâs will.â Â
Jake quiets himself, reflecting on his harsh ways. He sighs, loudly. His eyes finally glance down to what everyone in the room has been looking at, now staring at your protective hand that mindlessly lay over your womb once again. He grits his teeth, averting his stare to the ground, eyeing the charred wood of the fire pit. His tongue clicks as he parts his lips, mutteringâÂ
âI know⊠I know, alright? Sheâs justââ He looks up at Neytiri, then Ralak, and then you. âSheâs my babygirl.â Â
Itâs his way of saying, âI just want to protect my family.âÂ
âDad. I am butâbut Iâm not your baby anymore. Iâm not a kid.â You croak, finding it hard to hold eye contact with him. âYour grandson is the new baby of this family.â Â
Jake tries to fight the way his eyebrows scrunch together, it was like hearing about the news of his firstborn son all over again. He exhales slowly, nodding his head and extending his arms to hold you. His warmth envelopes you completely, leaving no room for any cold or harsh thoughts and feelings to linger. Â
âYou keep âem safe.â Jake's chin presses into the crown of your head as he mutters the words to Ralak. Ralak had always had a hard time understanding Jake's native slang, but this he understoodâ loud and clear. Â
âAlways.â Ralak answers firmly. Â
Your safety has been, is and will always be his number one priority. Â
Jake nods once, squeezing you a little tighter before letting go fully. âSeykxel sĂŹ nitram [congratulations], you two.âÂ
âThank you, dad.â You smile whilst Ralak bows his head. Neteyam and Loâak finally come over for their hugs, making a comment of their own as they release you from their grasps. Â
âIâm gonna teach him everything I know.â Loâaks grin is unnerving and a little sinister, giving away the trouble that heâs already trying to get your son into. Â
âPlease donât.â You joke back with your brother, even though youâre being dead serious. Â
Neteyam jabs an elbow into his brother's rib cage, disciplining him for his mischief. âAgh â do not worry, Uncle TeTe will keep him in check.â Â
âWell, thatâs a relief.â You say softly with a smile on your face, ââUncle TeTeâ. I like that.â Â
âHey, donât forget about âUncle LoâLoâ.â Loâak chimes in. Â
âEh. Doesnât have the same ring to it, you know? What do you think, lak?â You jester, looking up at him to be met with a slight smirk. Â
âVery⊠hiyĂŹk [strange; funny].â Ralaks smirk pulls at his lips a little more. âBut, at least it is not âakâ-akâ.â Â
You swear you hear a little chuckle from everyone in the room. All except Loâak, who is staring at Ralak with a deadpan expression, arms crossed defensively over his chest. It feels like an eternity passes until Loâak finally booms with laughter, extending his arm out to Ralak, who gaily reciprocates and meets Loâaksâ with a smack. Â
âI like this bodyguard of yours, y/n. He actually has a sense of humour.â Â
You let loose a scoff and roll your eyes, about ready to wrap this whole thing up and lie down in bed. Itâs seemingly obvious, seeing that everyone is giving you space as they take note of your restless body language and bowed shoulders. Â
âIf you are tired, you should rest.â Neytiri advises, just as you feel Ralaks hand tuck under your arm to support your weight. âYour body is working hard right now.âÂ
âYeah, mom. I think I need to lie down for a little.â You mumble, leaning into your mate a little more. Â
Your family practically ushers you out, encouraging you to get some rest and to get off your feet. Ralak walks close to you on the way home, keeping with the pace you set to the tee â only intervening with a hand to your hip when necessary. Â
And when you finally slump into bed, your eyelids flutter shut before Ralak can settle himself beside you. Â
ââsmut warningââÂ
You rouse to Ralak drawing the curtain of your marui, blocking out the orange hue of the last eclipse. It dawns on you that youâve slept out most of the day. You didnât even realise you were so tired to begin with. Â
âYou should have woken me earlier. I slept out the day.â You mumble, sitting up in bed and lightly kicking off the sheets. Â
Ralak turns around, surprised that youâre awake. He curses himself under his breath; he was hoping to keep you sleeping by drawing the curtains but instead he did the opposite. Â
âYou needed to rest.â He says, making his way over to sit on the edge of the bed. âYou have been more tired recently.â Â
âYeah?â You snort, ââŠand what else have I been, sir know-it-all?âÂ
Ralak chuckles, his eyes falling to your stomach. ââŠa little more hungry.â Â
You smile a little, remembering his fish wrap comment from earlier. Â
But then you witness his half-lidded eyes glaze over with something of⊠wanton. It takes a second to realise that theyâre no longer staring at your belly. Theyâre staring at your tewng [loincloth]. More specifically, the mound imprinting it. Â
Itâs the way your pussy is being so tightly squeezed by the thin cloth covering it. Itâs the one thing that Ralak canât help himself from indulging in admiring. Then his eyes snap away, unexpectedly meeting yours. The stare heâs giving you has your thighs rubbing together and your lower tummy tingling. Â
ââŠa little more tempting.â His voice is thick like honey, laced with lust and arousal. Â
In every way. From the way you fill out your top more, to your scentâyouâre becoming more Â
irresistible the farther along you progress. Your heart beats a little harder between your ribs as you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. His lecherous gaze is fixed, blue eyes piercing into yours. Itâs been too long since heâs been inside you that it aches. Â
But heâs been patient. Â
Especially since the day he figured out you were pregnant. With the way you smelt he found it hard to keep his distance at times but nonetheless, he did it. But the truth is that you havenât had penetrative sex since your cycles synced. Â
To be clear, he took care of you just fine. Â
Tending to your needs whenever you initiated intimacy with him but he never took it further than his fingers and mouth. After seeing you so battered by his own hands he found it hard to put you in a position that could garner a similar result again. Â
For a while, he lost trust within himself. Â
That he no longer had the capacity for self control. Not only did he feel like he didnât deserve it, but he never expected you to return the pleasure either. He had already taken you on his own terms. Repeatedly. Â
Ruthlessly. Â
So when you ate one to many of his payoang niktsyey [fish wraps] â when the new earthiness of your scent wafted past his nose â he knew. He knew it stuck. He knew your womb swelled with his child as each day passed. And the urge to protect only swelled with it. Â
He became even more gentle with you. Handling you with care when your skin softened and your hips became a little fuller. Ensuring he had excess when he cooked. Weaving an extra thick blanket for you to sleep with when he was off on duty with Tonowari. Â
It ached most when heâd come home just to see it kicked off onto the floor, with you on your stomach and your leg propped up just right. Your loincloth would always shift to the side, just enough to expose plump folds that innocently peek through the seam of the thin fabric. Fuck, it more than ached. It made him tender. Throbbing in his own tewng. Â
Just like now. Â
He dares not to break the steady, intent stare. Or else he may steal another glance at the softness between your thighs. But he can see in your eyes that you feel similarly. You always give him that look before doing something âtroublesomeâ. You break eye contact first, your eyes now landing on his tewng. Â
Fuck.Â
Your eyes widen a little when you catch sight of the growing, thick bulge in his loincloth. Your gaze locks onto it, taking in every detail. From the thick stripes on his thighs to the way the twine of his loincloth is cutting into his v-lines. You can even see the outline of the crown of his cock. Â
His stomach rises and falls from his uneven breathing, and his abs pop out one by one as he leans further backâsupporting his torso with his arms behind his back. He was never shy about his body, and he certainly isnât now. Â
âThen, why do you resist me?â Though it's a question, it doesnât sound like one when the words drip off your lips. Your voice is soft and feigned with innocence, yet you're shuffling to get on all fours to crawl over to him. You truthfully donât care for the answer, you knew that it would be the same old songââhe doesnât want to hurt youâ.Â
âI hurt you.â He says coldlyâsimply, glancing at the fading scar on your shoulder as you settle yourself on your knees beside him. He watches as your hand finds purchase on his knee, and slides up his thigh. âAnd now that you are with child⊠Iâhaahâ. Heâs cut short with a shaky breath and slight jolt when you cup his bulge with a bit of force. He looks down at your hand, dainty and slender, barely grasping half of whatâs under his tewng. Â
âYou worry about me too much.â You mumble, more focused on the speed at which his cock pulses at. âYet still, never yourself.â You feel around, sliding your palm up and down its length, earning a rough exhale from Ralak in return. His lidded eyes dart back over to you, taking in the sight of you almost bent over his lap. Â
âThat so?â His voice is thick and gruff. Â
âMhm. âm always telling you that, arenât I?â You hum softly, slowly moving your hand further down between his legs, firmly cupping his balls. Theyâre heavy in your hand, hot to the touch andâÂ
Eywa.Â
âTheyâre swollen.â You whisper breathlessly, your glossy eyes meeting him with concern. They dart back to his crotch, your hand now fumbling with the twine of his tewng, hurriedly trying to unravel the knot to get the suffocating fabric off him.Â
ââtis fine.â He winces as he spits out the words, watching you pinch him a little while struggling with the taut material. Â
Ignoring his words, you continue with your task, a bit more gently now. And when the knot comes undone, the twine falls off his hips and the tewng loosens with it. You tug it off him and see that theyâre not only puffed up but also darker in colour. Theyâre firm and pulled close to his body, perfectly round and stripes well-defined. Â
Shamefully, it turns you on to see his balls so full. Â
Just the thought of them being so swollen with his seed that theyâre aching and throbbing to empty themselves inside youâfuck, itâs making your teeth grit. You sit back into the dip of your feet and stare as your breathing becomes heavier. The more you look the more you realize that theyâre pulling tighter and tighter towards his core. You look up at him, a little surprised. Your arousal is etched into your features and itâs more than obvious in your body language. You want to know how theyâd feel in your mouth. How theyâd taste. Â
If theyâd even fit. Â
Without another passing second you bend over his lap, tail high in the air and legs spreadâthe overpowering scent of your arousal filling the air. You shove your face between his thighs, inhaling deeply his musky scent. You let out a breath of desire, one that sounds nothing short of pleasure and satisfaction. He smells too good. You canât help yourself but give his firm balls a quick, kitten lick. The giant above you holds back his chuckle, finding your behaviour cute and honestly a little amusing. Feeling like the butt of a joke, you firmly grasp his length and tug it upwards, causing his balls to pull even tighter. Â
âY/n.â He hisses your name, adjusting his legs to rid himself of the strained feeling. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, and press your cheek against them. Theyâre hotâheating up a degree higher the more you tease him. Just as you pull your cheek away and manage to fit one of them into your mouth, his hand flies to the back of your head, balling your hair into his fist. Â
âYou need not toââ your tail curls and the tip of it tickles against his chest, ââhaahâŠdo this.â Ralak huffs out a sigh of frustration it seems, looking down at you with somewhat of a predatory leer. You pop off with a pwah, catching your breath and turning your head. Â
You both share an intent stare with one another, one that feels more challenging than anything. Heâs insistent that heâs undeserving of this, and youâre insistent that he must be taken care of. His grip loosens on your hair, until he lets you go completely. Â
âShhâŠshh.â You shush him, eyes narrowing as they remain locked onto him. You slowly slide off the bed one leg at a time, sinking to your knees and settling yourself between his legsânow looking up at him with doe-eyes. The sight before you has your heart palpitating, just like the sight of your face so close to his cock has his jaw clenching. Â
Ralak quiets himself by locking his jaw, waiting patiently to see how this unfolds. Itâs the first heâs seen you in this position, on your knees, between his. His cock twitches in excitement as clear, thick beads of precum begin to roll down its length. You swallow thickly at the sight, wrapping your dainty fingers around its girth to pull it close to your flushed lips. Â
Ralaks ears flutter and his eyelids grow heavy, his chest heaving as he shifts his weight to the palms of his handsâsitting up. Â
You open your mouth, strings of your saliva connecting your lips together. They break when you lower your head, taking the mushroomy, glistening head of his cock into your mouth. Itâs mostly sweet, and a little salty too. The corners of your mouth sting as you accommodate his thickness, and you struggle to open your jaw wide enough to take him further into your mouth. Â
His head dips forward, eyes slamming shut when he feels your wet, warm tongue press against the underside of his cockhead. His hand flies to your head again, gently cupping the back of your skull as he lets out a strained breath. Â
Muffled noises vibrate through your nose as you swipe your tongue side to side against his head. It throbs against your tongue each time it hits that sensitive spot right down the middle. You suckle and swipe at the same time, using your hands to pump the rest of his length until you're grunting and snorting for air. You come up, gasping to fill your lungs. Â
His hand quickly slides from the back of your head to cup the swell of your cheek. His calloused thumb swipes at a bead of saliva rolling down your chin and pops it back into your mouth. âWhat are you doing, my tanhĂŹ?â He whispers the rhetorical question, ensuring his voice is calm and gentle. It sounds as if heâs given upâgiven in. Â
Without answering, you take him back into your mouth, locking your jaw once you open it as wide as you possibly can. You stick your tongue out as far as itâll go and look up at him with eyes that begin to water. He looks down at you with a concerned expression, which morphs into one of astonishment. Your head goes lower and lower, taking inch after inch of his cock down your throat. Â
The tears in your eyes finally spill over, and your nose begins to burn. Half of his length is down your throat and you can barely breathe, but the more his face grimaces from how good you feel around him, the more of him you urge yourself to take. You hold onto his hips, using them as leverage to shove more of him down your throat. Â
âHnng. Easy.â He groans roughly, pushing back against your shoves. âYou are pregnaaahâmmn, you will make yourself sick, tanhĂŹ.â Â
Lifting your hand from his hip, you smack away his hand and take him full hilt, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making it bulge. You stop for a second, slowly inhaling through your nose to focus on not gagging. You try moving the back of your tongue, slowly stroking the rest of his length with your hand. Â
âAh, shit.â He exhales shakily, his eyes rolling back before squeezing shut. He looks focused, like heâs concentrating on not cumming down your throat right then and there. Lips parted slightly, each breath he takes becomes louder and more raggedy. His thigh muscles tense up and his legs spread a little more, his hand finding its own way to the base of your kuru. Â
Chest swelling with pride, you begin to bob your head and coat his cock with your sticky spit. The more slippery it gets the harder he has to fight back his choked grunts. The grip he has on your kuru is tightening, as if he were preparing himself to pry you off his cock before he fills your throat. Â
Suddenly, his head sinks back and his jaw clenchesâhard. You could feel it. The way his cock twitches. The way itâs heating up. The way itâs swelling in your mouth. Gurgled noises are escaping past his lips, and he purses them tightly together in attempts to keep himself quiet. His core flexes, and his hips start to stutter. His whole body jolts from how sensitive heâs getting, and finally he thrusts into your mouth, the pointed tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat.Â
You silently gag as his hips stammer into you and heâs fucking your throat in frenzied little movements. Heâs trying his hardest to be as gentle as he possibly can.m, but your throat is so soft and tight around him. You swallow around his cock as you try to take a breath and suddenly his erratic movements still.Â
âY/n.â He lets loose a dying groan as his head slumps forward and his inebriated eyes struggle to open. Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Â
His voice is gravelly and thick with restraint. You love to see him like thisâhear him like this. You canât help the wandering hand thatâs making its way down to your soaked tewng. You try to touch yourself through the fabric, but have a hard time finding your clit with it covered like this. Exasperated, you shove your hand under the band of your loincloth and use all four fingers to rub sloppy circles into your puffy clit. Â
Ralak is too immersed into this to even take note of your desperation. Heâs too desperate himself. And if you donât stop now, he really wonât be able to help himself. He begins tugging you by your queue, trying to pry you away from him. With each hasty swipe of your fingers you suck a little harder, as if you were trying to match your pleasure with your matesâ. He pulls at your kuru even harder but youâre unbudging, firmly holding the base of his cock as you relentlessly suckle on the most sensitive part of his tip. Â
âStop.â He growls out of breath, finally looking down just to be tipped close to the edge by the sight below him. You look dumb and fucked out with his cock stuffed in your mouth, broken moans vibrating against his length as you franticly touch yourself. Â
Finally, he yanks you off him with one swift, hard tug, his cock slapping his stomach when it pops out of your mouth. You land on your behind, legs spreading wide open as your fingers work away at your now throbbing clit. Â
âWhy? Canât handle it?â You taunt him between pants and breathy, hoarse moans. Rather than answering he looks down at you with a cocked brow, kuru still in hand. Both of you stare at one another, shoulders and chests violently heaving as you both pant for air. Heâs raw and pulsing, twitching from the heartbeat in the crown of his cock. Â
It's suspended mid air, jumping from how insanely aroused heâs left himself. Sticky beads of precum constantly roll down his shaft, one after the next and his balls are throbbing too. You get back on your knees and lunge for his cock again, tongue darting out to have another taste. He pulls you back, his hand still having a firm grasp of your kuru. Â
âIs this what you are like when you have been bred?â Ralak huffs, a little taken aback by your lewd behaviour. His gaze shifts to your pathetic attempt to make yourself cum, and a smirk spreads across his lips. âSo desperate.â Your silence has his brows scrunching together and him yanking your head back so youâre looking up at him. A growl rumbles in his chest as he slowly rises to his feet, bringing you to your knees with himâhis hung cock swaying directly in your face. Â
A smug little smile pulls at your lips when you realise youâre riling him up. You witness his jawbone flutter, his ears laying flat against his skull. He just wants to stuff his cock back down your throat to teach you a lesson. Instead he shoves your face into his crotch, your nose burying itself into the space between his cock and balls. He holds you there for a few seconds, just long enough that when he finally pulls you away you suck in a tiny gasp of air. Â
Ralak sighs a low, lengthy breath, forcing himself to regain his composure. He canât understand how such a little thing can be so feisty. To act as if he couldnât pin you down and take you without a scuffle. Truthfully it only makes him even harder. It only further proves that you are really the woman for him. Â
Slowly bringing you to your feet, he keeps your face pressed to his body so that your bottom lip drags along his torso as you make your way up. Your hand is still stuffed inside your tewng, slick fingers working hard to find their way back to your clit. With his free hand he grabs a hold of your hip, and steadily backs you up against the wall. Â
When your back hits the wall, a shaky breath is expelled from your lungs. He lets go of your kuru and rips your hand from your tewng. He then wedges his knee between your legs, putting pressure on your clit, making it flutter uncontrollably. His movements are quick but gentle, filled with purpose and desire. His eyes dart back and forth between yours as he searches them, his face just inches away from yours. Â
âAnswer me, little one.â He whispers into your mouth. Â
âYes.â Your answer is breathy and short. Â
Ralak heaves a heavy sigh. Â
âI am trying to be gentleâŠâ He speaks the words through gritted teeth, using both hands on your hips to spin you around to face the wall. He lowers his head until his lips graze against the tip of your ear. ââŠbut you make it so hard for me.â He growls, using the perfect amount of force to pin you against the wall with his body. His large hand swiftly moves to your lower stomach, cupping it to act as a protective barrier between the wall and your budding womb.Â
âNo need to be. I can handle you just fine.â Your lips are pressed tight to your teeth, face flush against the smooth surface, making it hard for you to speak clearly. âPregnant or not.âÂ
Ralak chuckles. Â
âIs that right?â He speaks in an almost condescending tone, hurriedly tugging down your loincloth just enough to get access to your cunt. Without warning, he bends his knees a little to align your pelvises and then shoves his cock between your slickened, warm folds. âOh tanhĂŹ, you are soaked.â His voice quiets down into a hushed whisper, âAll from sucking my cock?â  Â
A mewl splits your lips just as all the blood rushes to your face, staining it a bright pink. Your pussy clenches around nothingness only causing more of your slick to ooze on his cock. Your breath turns shaky, tail swishing wildly behind you. You canât move even if you wanted to. Heâs got you pinned down, quickly reminding you of his strength. And had it not been for his hand on your abdomen you would be completely plastered to the wall and taken on his terms. Â
âTsk-tskâŠHave you no shame?â Ralak tuts, holding you still. âOr must I give you a lesson on self-restraint?â Â
Despite his cockiness you can sense the urgency in his body language and in his voice. You can feel it in the way his hips stutter, as his cock slides back and forth between your pussy lips. His own desperation. The desire to be inside you. The need for release. Â
âGo on then, karyu.â You moan softly, causing his grip on you to loosen for a millisecond. Hearing that name brings a feeling of nostalgia. Of lust. You push back into him, your slippery hole trying to suck him inside with a few quick movements of your pelvis. âBut I know youâve been desperate⊠desperate to fuck your numeyu.âÂ
âOh, little one.â His chuckle is dark and depraved, his protective hand stiffening as if he were preparing it for what's to come. âYet you are trying your hardest to take me inside you.â He licks your ear lobe to tip, whispering, âso cute.âÂ
âFnaweâtu [coward].â You mutter under your breath, steadying your feet to ground yourself. Â
Ralaks ears flicker and stand tall, then immediately lay flat to his headâhis brow cocking in astonishment. His smirk grows wider, the heat in his chest spreading to his extremities. Now that pushes him over the edge. Â
âSay that again, numeyu.â He challenges you in a growl, angling his hips so his weeping cockhead prods at your entrance. He ensures not to let the buck of his hips win, keeping you empty and yearning. Â
âHaah⊠afraid to take whatâs yours.â You purr, rising to the tips of your toes to try sink him inside you. âFnaweâtuââÂ
Smack.Â
The sound of his swollen balls making contact with your puffy clit is almost as loud as your broken gasp. You smile open mouthed as he holds his position balls deep inside you, firmly pressing the tip of his cock into your cervix. Heâs grinding his back teeth, digging his chin into your shoulder to quell the rumble of his chest from how tight youâre squeezing his cock. Â
You whine from the fullness of him stuffed inside your cunt, his unmoving hips sending a clear message of dominance. Heâs hunched over you, body weight pinning you mercilessly against the wall, hand over your womb to keep your unborn safeâas promised. Still being gentle enough. Â
But you want him to lose it. Â
To fuck into you like he were in rut again. To use your pussy like a fucktoy to satiate his own greed and self pleasure. He deserves that much, for being such a competent and loving man to you. Yet it seems the only way to bring that out of him is to play dirty. Â
âFnaweâtu [coward].â You repeat shakily.Â
Smack.Â
Another deep and hard thrust into your sloppy cunt. He lets loose the rumble in his chest this time, bearing his canines and putting most of his weight on you now. Lips pressed tightly together, your whimper is muffled and outright pathetic, pinched brows giving away the pleasure rippling through you. Still, he remains unmoving, undeniably making it clear who has the most leverage here. But that doesnât really matter to youâyouâre getting what you want, one way or another. Â
Right? Â
âVoĂŹk si, little one [behave].â Ralak hisses, fighting the inner conflict within him. Â
âHaaââ Your laugh that follows is a little sinister, open mouthed and smug. Hands pressing into the wall you push off its surface, sinking him deeper inside you. âNo.â Â
âAlright.â His voice is husky, thick with confidence and temperance. Â
With a rough, quick tug, his cock slips out of you with a squelch, hanging freely between his legs. Your slick mixed with his precum slowly dribbling off his tip and onto the floor between your pointed feet. You fall to the flat of your feet, panting and whining from the sudden emptiness. Â
âW-Wait.â You squeak, hastily getting back on the tips of your toes to stuff him inside you again. âPlease.â Â
âWhat was that?â Ralak asks, voiced feigned with innocence. âA little louder.âÂ
âPlease.â You barely whisper, backing up on him. Â
âCome now, tanhĂŹ.â His hand slips from your hip to grip his cock. Giving it a few strokes he teases your cunt with his cockhead and you instinctively shimmy down. Hips snapping back to prevent you from taking him inside, he dips his head so his mouth is next to your ear and husks, âYou can do better than that.â Â
âPlease!â You moan loudly in desperation, reaching down to your knees to unfetter yourself from your tewng [loincloth]. Â
âPlease, what?â Ralak spits the last word through pursed lips, ready to give you exactly what you want if you just ask for it nicely. Â
âPlease put it back inside.â You beg pathetically, finally getting the knot of your tewng undone. âPlease, fuck me.âÂ
âAhh, thereâs my good girl.â Ralak praises you with a grin, sinking his cock into your warmth at a leisurely pace. His breathing stutters for every inch that penetrates you. âWas that so hard?â Â
âFuck.â You moan in relief, spreading your legs wider. Heâs tamed you and he knows it. âNo.âÂ
âNoâŠ?â Ralak says it like a question, hissing when he bottoms out in your cunt. Â
âNo, karyu.â You answer coyly, voice faltering from the pressure of his cockhead pushing into your cervix. Â
âAghâhaahâ Ralak lets out a gruff grunt in response, his hips now snapping back and forth out of his control. Heâs huffing and puffing next to your ear, pumping his cock in and out of you in a frenzy of need. Swollen balls repeatedly slapping against your clit, itâs almost impossible to hold back the gurgled noises escaping your throat. Â
âFuckâsoâfuckinââdeepâfuck.â The curses are punched out of you as he relentlessly smacks into you again and again. Â
âLĂŹâfyaz [language.]â Ralak chides in a growl, hand slipping down to pull back the hood of your clitâtaut. Â
The continuous sting of your clit has your legs shaking and the way his cockhead is repeatedly stimulating your sweet spot has your eyes rolling back into your head. Itâs almost too much all at once yet you yearn for more. Your cunt clamps down around him, especially when the tension becomes so tight you feel your stomach double-knot. Ralak hums when you tighten around him, only making him rut harder into you. Â
Pulling back, he glances down at you sucking him in, your tail curled tight to your back and his cock plunging in and out of your pussy. He can see just how tight you are as your pussy walls grip his girth mercilessly. And with the protective hand on your abdomen, he can feel each thrust against the palm of his hand. It makes his chest swell with prideâÂ
You carry his child yet still take him so well. Â
âOeĂża tsantu [my good girl]â Ralak slips into his native tongue, panting in an accent as thick as tree sap. âOeĂża numeyutsyĂŹp [my little student]âÂ
Ralaks cock heats up inside you, heating your core along with it. Itâs the same familiar sensation you feel before he provides you with your release. The feeling that keeps your eyes squeezed shut and breath shallow. He knows your close and slows his thrusts like he usually does, fucking you a little harder rather than faster, angling his pelvis so heâs right in your swelling g-spot. Â
Your hands fly behind you, grasping at whateverâs available as your orgasm washes through you. You gush all over your thighs, cum dribbling down your legs to your feet, some spattering on Ralak as he fucks and holds you through your high. Itâs sudden and uncontrollable, leaving you sputtering out nonsense and your legs shaking violently beneath you. Â
âThere it is. Good muntxate [wife].â Ralak huffs with a smirk, relishing in the quick, feverish flutter of your cunt on his cock. His voice is shaky from his uneven rhythm now that he can finally allow himself to finish too. âLoveâhngâwhen you cum for me, youâahh, haahâknow that?âÂ
He begins grinding to you, shoving you further into the wall as he focuses on his own climax. He uses his feet to kick your legs closed, and pulls out of you, stuffing himself between your thighs. Heâs groaning and growling, hunched over you with bent knees and flushed, flattened ears. Skin slapping against skin, he humps at your thighs, thick cock sliding back and forth over your still pulsing clit. Â
His cockhead continuously pokes out between your folds, tip oozing and oozing with precum. Both his hands fly to your hips, gripping them with force as his thrusts become almost violent. You struggle to keep yourself standing as his hips smack into you repeatedly, your body jolting with each thrust. He gives you one last, harsh thrust, holding you still against him as you feel his cock throb wildly between your thighs. You look down to see his huge load shoot out in thick, white ropes. Heâs grumbling behind you, giving your thighs an extra few uncontrollable thrusts as he peaks in his high. Â
Finally you fall to the flat of your feet, his arms instantly snaking around your waist to support your weight entirely. Â
âI told you no taunting, tanhĂŹ.â Heâs referring to the time he opened up about his first rut, âNext time, you ask nicely. Tslam? [Understand?]â Ralak says breathlessly. Â
âSran, oeĂża karyu. tslolam. [Yes, my teacher. I understand].â You blubber, fucked out and jaded. Â
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Mine and His <3
Fic Description: As a background type scientist, you arenât very special in the world of Pandora. That changes, when you are noticed by Jake Sully, and fortunately, his rival, Colonel Quaritch. 18+ MDNI!!!
Tw: Implied non-con, power dynamics, dom-coded! Jake sully + Miles Quaritch, sub-coded hyperfem!reader, fingering, Jake/Quaritch talking down to reader/ bimbofication, ownership, major size kink bc human reader.
A/n: this turned out way longer than I thought, and I originally meant to post it on Christmas.its a bit hard for me to consistently post now. Anyways, merry belated Christmas/ holidays, and hope yall enjoy my first time bringing the very (hot) Miles Quaritch to life!! Donât we love the balance between a young Jake Sully and an older Miles Quaritch <3 I am planning to make a part two with more intense smut! Stay tuned! (this was lacking a bit đ) alsooo pls help a gorl out and reblog if you like this!!
The moon rose above you as you made your way to the forest, your mask in tow, and your boots. You were meeting Jake at the edge of the forest. He would not want you to venture in alone. Your tiny human form could not take it, as he would say. The Naâvi man was extremely possessive over you. The leaves rustled amongst the wind, bioluminescent crickets danced in the air.
You stand still as the ferns brush against your leg, wondering where your Jake was. You came to Pandora as a sort of background character â always behind the scenes, never noticed, usually brushed to the side. You were apart of the anthropological and religion team, researching and observing Naâvi culture, religion, and social relations and norms.
Every morning, you rose from your cold, metallic, cot, put on your oxygen mask, and worked at the lab from 8-5. Sometimes you would be invited into the community to learn, yet you never lingered around too long. The other scientists were more fluent in Naâvi than you were, and so, they would make a better impression.
It was only until one night, where the half-moon rose and shone over the sky, swirled as if it was cotton candy, was the night where you became noticed. You, made an impression.
~ Three months ago ~
You stayed to observe a Naâvi ritual, one called the âSun Dance,â where one ingests a hallucinogenic worm in order to have a vision of their fate for the future, their destiny. This ritual served to breach the gap between the sacred and the normal, the ordinary, to alter reality in which a religion exists everywhere â not only in a book or a house. This was Naâvi religion â Animism.
You enjoyed the ritual and truly felt that you were starting to grow connected with the community. However, you were still a bit unfamiliar with the forest, and accidentally happened to wander onto a slippery log â that also acted as a bridge for a deep canyon below. Your tiny human feet stumbled across the bridge, and then slipped. You landed on your stomach, then realizing the vast canyon below â and that you would face sudden death if you were to drop into it. You screamed out in pain as a branch pierced your leg. You hear heavy steps behind you, you pass out.
You wake up beneath a bioluminescent large plant, with its long tendrils gently swaying over your face. You feel something on your leg, and look to see quite a handsome Naâvi man tending to your thigh, which had a large scrape on it.
âHey. Youâre awake. Almost fell there, girl.â You study his features a bit more. His hair is long, black, his eyes a deep yellow. Chiseled jaw, veiny arms, and wide shoulders <3 adorned with an interesting necklace. You muster the courage to speak to this beautiful man in front of you.
âYes, I â um, sorry. I should have been more careful. Iâm still a bit unfamiliar with the forest, although Iâve done many studies here,â you explain to him. âSâalright. I can take you back to your home base, if ya like,â the man offers, his tail swishing a bit. He must have been excited to talk to you. You blush at the note of attention from him, and agree.
The two of you begin walking back, the Naâvi man stopping momentarily to make sure there were no creatures of harm nearby. You learned his name was Jake. Jake Sully. You watch his long braid sway from side to side, like a pendulum, as you walk behind him. The two of you have been talking, sharing your stories, your journeys, what brought the two of you to Pandora, respectively.
âWas a marine, when I first came here. I was trying to pay for my surgery, to well â get my legs back. Mâsure you know, the RDA loves screwing everyone over. âSpecially me,â Jake explained to you, as he led you through the dark, softly glowing canopy of trees.
âSo you werenât very good at school, then, I assume,â you snicker, trying to poke a bit of fun at him. âAnd you are?,â he retorts back, emitting a deep hearty laugh, a sound you liked. âI do have a PhD, yes,â you giggle a bit as you look to see his reaction. He only huffs, yet you swore you could see a little smile behind that stoic face of his.
The two of you continued to walk back and engage in this somewhat flirtatious banter. He led you back to your lab, wishing you a goodnight.
âJake, wait,â you touch his arm as he was about to leave, and he flinched, his ears folding back. He turns to you. âI would want to see you again. It would be nice, I think,â you offer, hoping he would take the initiative. âHmm. Doubt it. You stay safe, miss PhD,â he retorts, and runs off into the forest.
Yet you wouldnât take his âdoubt itâ for an answer.
The following night, you ventured again into the forest, hoping to find him. You might as well take a few pictures, hoping to find your way into the Omaticaya village. You did not find your way there, and instead ended up running into a few creatures. Jake saw, luckily, and saved your âprissy lilâ selfâ (as he called it) again.
Nights with Jake became a regular occasion. Although you and him had more of a fair share of differences, you found it to be true, that opposites attract.
ââââ
~ Present Day ~
You smiled as you remembered how you first met him. The two of you only went on âdatesâ together, where he would show you an interesting place he liked in the forest, or take you on a ride on his ikran. Nothing more, just conversation.
Yet, the more you got to know him, the more you wanted him. In a way that surpasses conversations or dates. You really had hoped that tonight, you could go further.
Everything about him was just perfect. His shining eyes, his strong arms, his beautiful voice that made you feel so safe <3.
You hear his footsteps behind you. âBabygirl. Howâs my favorite scientist doing?,â he chuckles, his big hands gently gripping your face, giving you a kiss on top of your head. âGood,â you giggle, reaching up to give him a hug. You always have felt so safe in his arms.
âWhere are we off to tonight?,â you curiously poke at him as he leads you over a bridge â the both of you hearing the gentle splash of the pond below. âYouâll see, hun. Somewhere real special,â he reassures. Where could this place be? How exactly could you get here, to be spending time with this beautiful Naâvi man, who possibly could be yours??
The anticipation was simply too much to handle. âWanted tâa bring ya here, to ask somethinâ. Was thinkinâ you see, that you could become a true member of the Omaticaya. Pass all our tests and all,â he says, while you lean your head on his shoulder.
You think on it for a bit. âBut why, Jake? It would mean that I need a Naâvi bodyâŠ,â you trail off. âExactly. Ever since the day I met you, sweetie, I wanted you to be mine. Youâre just too goddamn adorable for your own good,â he chuckles. âCanât make you mine though, officially, without you becoming a tutĂ© (woman) of our people. You will prove yourself to the Tsahik. We will mate, then. For life. Youâll be mine, girl,â he smiles warmly at you.
You agreed, overwhelmed with happiness!! âMy Jake, why canât we mate now?,â you ask, although as a Pandoran anthropologist, you knew the answer. Your human body was no match for his Naâvi strength. If you were to mate now, not only would it be against Omaticaya customs, his sheer power would most likely kill you!!
âThought you knew the answer there, Miss PhD,â he teases. âHowâs about this. I give you a little taste of whatâs to come if you join the people of the forest,â his voice shifts to a deeper tone, his eyes a bit hooded now.
A large blue hand the size of your head gently grips your face, turning you towards him. His soft lips plant a few kisses on the top of your head, moving down to your neck. All of a sudden, your oxygen mask gets a little too hot for your face <3 your heartbeat quickens as well.
âJakeâŠIâd love nothing more than to join the Omaticaya,â you pant, in between breaths as he continues his ministrations. âThatâs my good girl. See if those scientists of yours can make you an avatar. Want you to be mine,â he purrs, with a bit of a darker undertone as his large hands squeeze and grope the plush curves of your body â to the point where itâs painful.
You pant and squeal as his fingers trace patterns on your soft tummy, his large face planting a few kisses there as well. âLove this human body, babygirl. Bet your Naâvi one would be even betterâŠ,â he praises you. <3
His fingers were getting lower and lower, tracing circles on the hem of your waistband. âJakeâŠ,â you pant out. âWant youâŠ,â a cry, a plea for help. You had no idea how intense your fervor was for him, until now.
âCanât give you all of me, hun. You canât take me yet, mâ too big for you. Donât want ta hurt your pretty little body,â he chastised you, his yellow eyes full of concern.
Just about when you were to agree, to let him give you a taste, that taste that youâve been waiting for, that taste that your heart (and other parts of you) ached for, the two of you heard a rustling behind, in the bushes.
Out step two steel toed boots, a blue RDA uniform. At first you thought it was someone human â you were surprised to see that it was a Naâvi man wearing the suit. You quickly try to hide, using Jakeâs wide chest as a safe haven.
Jakeâs eyes burn with rage, disgust. His ears fold back, a low growl escapes his throat, his Adamâs apple moving slightly.
âMiss me, corporal?â
This man had a smug way of expressing himself, hands on his hips. He looked to be a bit older than Jake.
âForgot about our agreement, all those years ago, Sully?â Jake hissed in response, telling this man, whom he called âQuaritch,â to kindly fuck off.
Quaritch, a man of his word, did not take this as an answer, and continued to move closer.
Until he saw you. He stopped. âWhose this youâve got here, corporal?â Jake hisses again, standing up this time to shield you from Quaritch. âLeave her out of this,â his tone low, possessive, angry.
âWhy donât you come on out, cupcake?,â his eyes turn towards you. Just like your Jakeâs, you saw that they were full of lust, hunger. No affection, though. They were cold, empty. This man was attractive â yes, yet something about him felt off.
Jake reassures you that you donât have to do it â until Quaritch himself pulls you out from behind Jakeâs back. Quaritch circles you, tutting, eyebrows raised.
He turns to Jake. âGot yerself a sweet little toy, huh, Sully? My, my, sheâs quite a looker,â Quaritch comments, his voice sickeningly sweet, as his large blue hand plays with your hair. Jake was fuming â ready to start a fight with the man. It was clear that the two had a past rivalry, and never made amends.
It was also clear that the two wanted you.
âHowâs about this, corporal? Your little girl here, could very well seal our agreement, donât ya think?,â he taunts Jake.
âSheâs mine, Quaritch. Donât even think about it.â Quaritch then retorted that it was either this, or his rifle. Jake then agreed.
âGlad weâre on the same page, Sully. Sheâll be ours, to share, wonât ya, cupcake? Howâs about I show you how we do things where Iâm from, hmm?,â his southern accent cooing at you goes straight to your core, between your legs.
You glance at Jake, hesitantly watching. Quaritch then sits down, his giant arms pulling you into his lap, one hand behind your head, the other on your hip.
âSuch a pretty girl. Gonna give you something to feel good about,â he chuckles, peppering your face and neck with kisses, his fangs slightly biting into your shoulder as you gasp!!
Jake is infuriated, still watching from the side, although he looks like he is enjoying watching you get ravished by the older Naâvi. Quaritchâs soft lips trail down your soft tummy and waistline, your small hand intertwined with his rough, calloused one.
His fingers trail your waistband â realizing that Jake already pulled off your clothes â your wetness soaked his thigh. <3
âAww. How cute, pussyâs all soaked fâme. I think I know what she wants,â he taunts you, showing you his big fingers, almost the length of your arm. <3
You nod vigorously, completely forgetting about Jake. âYes. Please, please, anything,â you beg him. âHowâs about you call me sir, hmm, sweet cheeks? More fittinâ, donâtâcha think?,â his southern voice drips as if it were melted caramel, seeping through to your inner submission to these beautiful, tall, men.
You were their toy, theirs to own, theirs to play with, theirs to use as they please and see fit. Thatâs all you could think about, as your tongue hung out, your eyes closed, small hand gripping the watch on Quaritchâs hand, as his two fingers worked and massaged your gummy walls over and over.
You thought of belonging to the two Naâvi men, passed around from the loving arms of your soon to be mate, to the vicious and unrelenting force that was Miles Quaritch, your âsir.â For these two men, you were fine with leaving your life as a scientist behind, just to trail them around.
You were giddy with the thought of it, as you came undone around Quaritchâs fingers, his reassuring words, âlet go fâme, cupcakeâŠ,â and Jakeâs hands behind you, rubbing the small of your back, this was a taste of a life you never knew you wanted.
Now that you had this taste, you were ready to risk it all to keep this.
You fall asleep in Jakeâs arms, as Quaritch bids him a âtill next time,â and your soon to be mate is left wondering what that phrase entails.
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Besties!! I am off work on break rn soooo⊠am finishing up a Jake sully and quaritch!! fic!! Two of them đđ€ get excited coming soon hehe
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Love getting my work stolen and then blocked when I call them out, this is so weird!!! Just a warning to other writers, this person steals fics and changes the names to other characters đ
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Protective Billy Loomis Headcanons
18+ MINORS DNI
â„ Heâd always have his arm around you wherever you went. Even when waiting for a bus, both his arms stayed around you, so others knew you were his.
â„ He made sure to keep his eye on you when going on walks, making sure his girl was safe <3
â„ Sometimes his friends, including Stu, would say something out of pocket â that made you feel uncomfortable. If he saw your shy self fidgeting around, fingers and hands folded, he would say something in your defense. âHey. Donât scare her, asshole,â heâd say to Stu, brown eyes cold as a stone in a river bed.
â„ You noticed that a strange student at your college has been following you around. During a class, this man gives you an unwelcome hug, effectively groping you.
â„ Billy stares at the man repulsed, and his eyes are incredibly livid. After class, Billy tells you to wait for him as he pulls the man aside.
ââ„ Hey, fucker. Did I just see you touch my girlâs titâs? You better watch yourself,â he threatens him, with that friendly not so friendly killer smile of his.
â„ Later that night, you watch as Billy gives you a little kiss on the forehead, and puts on his ghostface mask, and dials his phone. The two of you are outside the manâs house. You hoped your assaulter liked scary movies <3
â„ Back at home, your plush hips bent over for Billyâs hands, his thick fingers around your body. You smiled wide as you felt his victimâs blood, on your soft skin.
ââ„ No man could ever hurt you, sweetie. Youâre Billyâs girl,â heâd reassure you, time after time.â
If you like this post pls help a girlie and reblog <3
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Iâm back. Itâs been a while. More Jake sully coming soon me thinks :)
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Pls reblog my Sidon fic yâall it flopped đ
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His Little Grace
Prince Sidon x Hylian hyperfem! reader
Fic description: As Ganonâs minions infiltrate the Zora Domain, you, a weary, small, gentle traveler, are caught in a rut, on the brink of death, not being able to face creatures corrupted by the calamity on your own. The kind prince of Zora, Sidon, accompanies you, protecting you from the monsters. The two of you eventually are drawn into something moreâŠ
Tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, shark anatomy, omegaverse biology, breeding kink, sub-coded/super bottom hyperfeminine reader, SIZE kink, kind of non-canon breath of the wild, protective sidon, damsel in distress trope, rough sex, shark love bites, some sidon x link as well, pls reblog and help a writer out!!
Omegaverse rules:
https://www.wattpad.com/amp/706590591
It was a rainy morning in the Zora Domain, 7 oâclock to be exact. The rain battered alongside the icy pathways, the waves crashed below. The King, Dorephan, sat on his throne, concerned due to the noises heard outside the domain. The King has summoned some of his attendants and soldiers, including Link, the Hylian Champion. The King voiced his concerns to the group, saying that the noises sound like an attack on the kingdom; possibly Vah Ruta and guardians back under Ganonâs control. Link volunteers to go inspect the area outside the domain, in Upland Zorana. Sidon burst through the archway.
Father! What horrible news! I have heard that Ganon is possibly attacking the kingdom again! It is preposterous! Let me know what I can do to protect the kingdom!,â the shark smiles, winking and flexing his bicep, his signature look. âMy son. Perhaps you can swim down the river, and see what is in the Lananryu Wetlands, closer to Central Hyrule, near the entrance to our domain,â the King suggests. âOf course,â Sidon agrees, and bids a goodbye to Link, whom he did have relations with. Sidon would never admit due to his pride, that he had a soft spot for Hylians. They were so tiny, so soft. The opposite of him. Link was his best friend, and sometimes lover. Link was a beta, however. Sidon, as an alpha, really yearned for a Hylian that was an omega. He wanted to feel one, experience being with one. As biology said, alphas and omegas were made for each other, regardless of race in Hyrule. Same or interspecies, it did not matter. Yet, Sidon failed to find a female, omega, counterpart to his sweet Linkâs beauty.
He waved to Link, telling him to be safe, before watching him use Revaliâs Gale to fly up into Upland Zorana. Sidon swam down the river, watching as electric Lizalfos, electric chu-chus, and golden bokoblins prowled around the plains, at the side of the river. âSo many monstersâŠ,â he thought to himself, swimming faster, hoping not to run into them. He swam to the bridge at the outskirts of Tabahl Woods. He saw a crowd of Black moblins, shrieking, with Dragonbone weapons, attacking something on the ground. He looked a little closely, barely visible to the monsters. He saw that they were attacking a Hylian. A very small one at that. He growled, jumping onto the bridge, facing the moblins, and took a few of them out swiftly, using his muscles and sharp teeth.
After throwing the last moblin down into the waterfall, Sidon comes closer to inspect the Hylain, to see if they were okay. A sickeningly sweet smell has hit him. He crouched down, taking a closer look. A very small Hylian woman, laying on the bridge, gravely wounded. Her blood, her body, smelled so good to him⊠could it be? An omega?
He stops his dirty mind from trampling him, and gently picks up the Hylian. Placing her in his arms, he swims up the river as fast as he could, eager to get her into the domain, so she could be properly healed and taken care of.
He reaches the domain, swimming up the waterfall, careful not to drown the woman. âSomebody! Please help! I have found an injured Hylian!!,â he shouts, and at instant, a few other Zora take her away to heal with herbs, in the lower chambers of the kingdom. Sidon meets back with Link, glad that he is okay, giving him a few kisses as well.
âMy Link. I think I have found an omega. What should I do?! I am a bit worried!!,â Sidon shouts at him, the little man looking at the shark with a smirk.
âSee if the chemistry is right, when she wakes up. If it is, perhaps then you could mate with her, for real, unlike you and I,â Link sheepishly tells him.
âYes! Link! You are amazing! A genius! An absolute marvel!!,â Sidon shouts at him, giving Link his signature smirk and wink, and hugging him before running off to check on the Hylian he just rescued.
âMy dear. Are you okay?,â he leans over the woman, his large shadow covering her small one. She moans in pain, looking up at him. âI think Iâm okay now, yes. Who are you?,â her voice was small and shy, quiet. She meekly looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. Sidon blushed, loving how soft her voice was.
âQuickly, young one. Tell me your name.â The woman tells him. âLily.â âAh. What a beautiful name that is. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora. I was making my round down the Zora River, when I saw you being beaten by monsters on Inogo Bridge!!,â he exclaimed, clearly worried for the young woman.
âI should have been more careful,â the woman replied, slightly blushing.
ââ-
You had been beaten by Moblins, and were about to meet your end, when you feltl a strong presence lift you up, carrying you up the Zora River, up a waterfall. You did not know who that was, yet you were extremely grateful. You awoke to a beautiful Zorana leaning over you. His smile, his voice, his muscles. You loved it.
Best of all, it seemed like he was an alpha. You could tell right away. This is who you had been searching for.
You had been born in a Hylian village off the coast, Luteno Village, full of Betas. The only other Alpha in the village was already mated â to a Beta. They did not have heats, ruts, pheromones. Sometimes, you wished to be one of them. Oh how easier it would be. Omegas were weaker than most, softer. This did not do you any good, especially in the calamity â so many monsters around. What options did you have?
Therefore, you left your small, coastal fishing village in hopes of finding a mate, a lover. You traveled up the Zora River, into Shatterback Point, up mountains, in the rain, in a thunderstorm. The time could have finally come. You were positive that whoever saved you, this âPrince Sidonâ, was an Alpha. Further, he was royalty.
The size difference between you two was massive. You nervously watched as his clawed hand rested near your body. His palm was the size of your entire arm.
âMy dear. Are you alright? You look positively out of it,â the handsome prince spoke to you. You replied that you were, which then coincided with him asking what you were doing in the area.
âWell, you see, Prince Sidon, I came here to find a mate. In Luteno Village, most of the people are Betas â normal. Iâm a little helpless on my own, you see, with the calamity and all. Iâm not strong enough to fight these monsters. I donât even think that Omegas and Alphas are common in all of the kingdom of HyruleâŠ,â you trail off, a bit sad.
The shark grinned back at you, with a knowing yet gentle smile. âMy dear. You see, they arenât that common in the land of Zora either. Alpha and Omega pairs used to be more common before the calamity. All of our Zorai, they are mated pairs, since we usually have very long life spans. Except for me, of course.â
You nod, starting to realize what he was implying. You were sure that he was able to sense the tension between you. You had read, in an old book your grandmother owned, written before the calamity, that just each otherâs presence can indicate true love between an Alpha and Omega. You hoped that your late grandmotherâs book was right.
âLily. I want to ask you something, sweet pearl,â Sidon starts. Perhaps, once you feel better, I can show you around the village?,â his yellow eyes look hopeful, bashful, even. A prince, paying attention to you. You were over the moon, and so, you obliged.
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Just in a few days, the Zora had healed you. You spent more and more time with the Prince every day, whom you now called Sidon. After a week, Sidon had asked you to accompany him for a nightly swim. The two of you had started doing that ever since you had healed.
You loved how fast he was in the water, how gentle he was with you on his back. Most of all, you loved how big he was. <3
Sidon took you into the lake next to the domain, and up the Veiled Falls. The two of you sat on the luminous stone filled dock, tension between the two of you rising. Sidon tapped his sharp nails upon the dock, nervous on what to say.
âWhat is it?,â you asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch. âMy Pearl. Lily. I have gotten to know you over the past week or so. You are truly amazing! I have never met a Hylian such as yourself before! This is a personal question to ask..yet.. are you possibly looking for something more than safety , here in the Zora Domain?â
You wince, deciding to tell him the truth. âI came here to look for a mate, Sidon. Iâm an omega. They arenât very common after the calamity,â you look down as you say it. Perhaps he has an arranged marriage already.
âMy Lily. I am so glad to hear you say that!â He looked enthusiastic suddenly. âYou see, I am one of the only other Alphas in this town myself! Everyone else is male or female, just a Beta. You are right, sweet Pearl! How clever you are,â he praises you.
You blush as he compliments you. He moves a bit closer to you. His clawed hand gently holds your head. âYou and I, my pearl. I think youâre the most adorable little Hylian Iâve ever seen. The fact that youâre an omega â that is just even more precious and intriguing to me. Be my mate, sweet pearl,â he gently asks of you, yellow eyes full of passion.
You agree, giggling as he brings you in for a kiss. He was gentle with you, although you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You kiss him back with passion, you feel your lip start to bleed because of his sharp teeth. The two of you are inextricably close now, and his two hands easily grip your hips, almost as long as your whole torso. He gently moves you closer to him, although you can feel his sharp claws pierce your soft tummy.
His smell, his lips, his eyes, all of it was intoxicating. In your grandmotherâs book, you have read that those with âsexual varianceâ (gender classified as omega or alpha â instead of male or female (what Betas had) have greater chances for passionate and intricate sexual and romantic relations. It was biology, after all.
You press your smaller body closer to him, your softness against his rougher skin. You traced your small hands over his torso, his wide shoulders <3 as you could feel him moan into your mouth. He pulls away for a second, manhandling you onto his lap, where you felt a rather big bulge forming already..<3
âYou know, sweet oneâŠI have always hoped to find someone with sexual variance⊠a little omega I could have all for myself, to love, to breedâŠ,â his voice seemed much lower now, you swore you could hear a growl behind it. âMake me yours then,â you softly reply back, gazing into his yellow eyes.
He smirks, and then uses those strong muscles of his to pin you onto the ground. A trail of wet kisses is left all over your face, your neck, your breasts, which he cups so gently, mindful of his claws, your hips. He asks if he can take off your clothes. You nod, and he does so, careful not to rip them with his claws.
âMy little grace smells so good for me,â he chuckles darkly. âThatâs all you wanted, hmm? A strong alpha to come breed you, claim youâŠ,â he whispers, his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You nod. âPlease, Sidon. Want it, pleaseâŠ,â you beg him, doe eyes meeting his.
âYou know, my little loveâŠZora actually have two cocks. I wonder how theyâll fit inside my PearlâŠ,â he chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. There you were, caged in his arms, your small hands around his large, bulging biceps, and you can feel him start to grind into you for a bit, before his cocks spring up, all hard, veiny. You almost drool, yet you stop yourself.
You have read in your grandmotherâs book that alphas have bigger cocks than betas, than omegas. They have superior strength tooâŠ
You stare in awe as the Zora runs his clawed hand over his cocks, over his ball sack, all full and ready to burst!! âSidon. Please, want it in me,â you beg of him, pathetically reaching up to him like a little girl would to her father.
âIâll give you anything you ask for, little Pearl. So sweetâŠ,â he moans, and with that, you see him gently line up his two cocks to your already soaking, wet, pussy. You wonder how his sharp teeth would feel on it ⊠<3
âSidon. Iâve never.. never had this beforeâŠ,â you tell him shyly. He reassures you with a few kisses. âI will be gentle, little love. You will get used to it, you will want more. Donât know how long I have been waiting for an omega, all to myself,â his grin showcased his row of sharp teeth, scaring and making you want him more at the same time.
You were ready. He gently began to push his pulsating cocks into you. The stretch hurt, yet since you were wet, you were ready for him. You could take it. He pushed in little by little, and the deeper he went, the more delirious you got. His cocks just stuffed you up so perfectly!! <3
Your eyes met his, your soft hands ran alongside his cheeks, his fins on his head. He has you in a mating press, and you could swear you were seeing doubles from how nicely his cocks filled you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head, as you drift away from the world, and solely focused on the moment: him.
âMy sweet Pearl. Doing so well, my love. Taking these big cocks so nicely, canât wait to breed you, my Pearl, have you carry my heirâŠ,â he moaned out, just as delirious as you were. You were his prey, to be caught, bred, owned by him!! âPlease, my prince, Sidon, please!!,â you squealed, eager to agree to everything he was saying, due to how earth shatteringly amazing you felt right now.
âMate me. Claim me. Please, sir,â you beg him, a moment of clarity in your delirium. He smirks in response, giving you a little (sharp) love bite on your shoulder. âMy pleasure, my little love.â
He starts rutting into you, faster, your little body shakes and you have to hold onto him as tightly as you could muster, burying yourself in the crook of his neck. You see stars, with his throbbing cocks inside you, youâve never felt something be so right. You feel them twitch, and with screams from the both of you, you come at the same time.
You feel his hot seed spill into you, filling you.
You fall asleep in his arms after a bit of cuddling, and he gently takes you back to the Domain, to the palace, into his private chambers. You were his now. His mate, his little grace.
Author's note: Enjoy everyone! Let me know if I should make a part two, or maybe a sidlink fic!! Pls reblog and help a writer out!! <3
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