A/N: this is just a short drabble (this is my first time ever posting my work so omg omg I'm nervous😮💨)
(Oc and art by: @zestys-stuff )
Ralak watches you bite back a moan as he laps up your juices, two fingers thrusting into your tight hole. He grips your thighs, delving his tongue into your pussy.
"Oh fuck." You whimper, grinding against his mouth. He smirks against you, continuing to tease your wet cunt. You move a hand down to his hair, gripping it tighlty. He let's out a low growl, tongue now thrusting into you.
Your grip on his hair tightens, you tilt your head back as you feel your orgasm coming.
"Gonna cum for me, baby?" He asked, seductively. You nod, eyes rolling back.
"Shit, Lak!" You mewled, Ralaks looks up at you and couldn't help but let out a low moan at the sight. Your back was arched, mouth wide open and head tilted back as you reach your orgasm.
"Oh fuck." You pant, your body goes limp as you try to catch your breath.
Ralak continues to suck on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm
"Ralak, it's so sensitive." You whine, trying to pull away from him. He chuckles as he removes his mouth from you.
"Did so good for me, tìyawn. Now be a good girl and stay still so I can fuck you good." He rasps, moving to kiss you.
|| : Content Warnings : just comfort; caring! ralak; reader having a tough time; suggestive parts, no smut; ralak undresses and dresses reader; mentions of ralak and reader's kids, they're with reader's family; reader is a sully
|| : Synopsis : 'when you try so hard and still feel like you aren't enough, ralak is here to make everything better.'
Hot tears prickle your eyes as you sulk to your's and Ralak's shared pod, your tail dragging lowly behind you leaving a trail in the sand. The cool breeze on your skin only makes your face burn hotter as your fuck up from earlier hangs on your conscience heavily.
You had been trying to make yourself useful to the clan. It began when you heard a few women mumble about you during an early communal meal that you attended by yourself. You were retrieving fruit for you, your mate, and your children when you heard Kiko and Mawä, two gatherers that you've had brief interactions with, poke fun at you after an arranged gathering party, foraging ocean flora.
Sure you weren't the greatest at it, but you're built for the forest, not the ocean.
"She's such a rìk eltu [leaf brain]! Made the group late with her antics. She dives like a child!" A young metkayinan woman groans to her friend, talking behind her hand in an attempt to shield their conversation.
"Be nice, Kiko! Ronal said be patient with the forest people, especially Y/N! They're already unfit for the ocean but she is behind, even for her own." Another woman interjects, her words are kinder, yet the pity lacing them is gag-worthy. Only making you feel feeble and inadequate. The truth settling in your stomach in a nauseating churn, making your spirits heavy.
You'd been trying to pull your weight with the gatherers, after Ralak bestowed you with confidence, not wanting you to feel couped up in his marui. You thought it was going well, sure you were taking your time but you always made sure to grab more than enough for the clan as you gathered.
You did have a hard time in your own clan, being smaller than most adult na'vi. There were things you strived at, even though you fell short at most things, but those skills are of less importance to the sea clan. You offered to help Ronal with the wounded, but the woman turned you away. Stating that she didn't need any more healers crowding her tent. Weaving is another strong suit of yours, being that your mother has taught you the traditional methods of Omatikayan weaving, but after your interaction with Ronal, you were far too insecure to approach the weavers.
This afternoon, you and the other gatherers were in the forest behind the village of Awa'atlu. You thought because you were getting a chance to work in something close that resembles home, that it would be easy to excel. Wrong.
There was a plant in the middle of one of the rivers that cut through the island of Awa'atlu, and you offered to retrieve the needed leaves from it's branches, when one of the Metkayinan women asked someone to gather it. The woman snickered at what you assumed was your eagerness to prove yourself, but nodded away to the plant. You went out into the knee deep water, the current strong but not enough to knock you off your stable footing. Your basket of freshly gathered yovo fruit on your hip when you could've, should've left it on the river bank.
The leaves clung to the branches a lot stronger than your anticipation allowed and you lost your stable footing when the leaves didn't give. Your bare foot dug into the sand to stabilize yourself but your foot landed on a sharp root. You and your basket crash into the water as you jump to cradle your now sore foot.
The sting of the water burning through your lungs was no match to the amused laughs and pitiful groans that hit your ears when you break through to the surface. Through hair that clings to your face, you watch as the water carries away your finding, food for the clan, down the river. The purple fruit bobbing in the water. Your ego shatters as you brush away your sopping hair, making eye contact with extremely annoyed gatherers. Tired eyes of people ready to go for the day glaring at your shocked and coy expression, as the inconvenience of your actions renders them busy further into the day than they'd originally planned. Oh, Eywa. Why me?
A purple flush paints your rich blue skin as you recall the incident. Fingers clenching around yovo fruit - obviously not collected by you - bruising the skin of the fruit for your little family as embarrassment courses through you at the memory. The disappointment and annoyance of the men and women before you. How plenty laughed at your woeful preform, entertained by the forest na'vi falling face first into the river.
As you draw closer, you hope your mate and children wouldn't mind the slightly bruised fruit. They wouldn't, they never do. You could do no wrong in Ralak's eyes, and your kids looked at you as if you hung the tahni in the skies yourself. You knew that, but with the way most of the Metkayina looked at you as an inconvenience. You fear that your family looks at you just the same.
The door of your Marui is flapping in the wind that pushes your burning tears off your face. The sight of Ralak's large silhouette moving inside causes you to dry your face. Ralak had enough to worry about as is, Tonowari still having the man perform eyktanay, although he gave that title up when the two of you settled down. It wasn't frequent, just enough to the point that Ralak would be stressed. You couldn't layer your less serious inconveniences to the clan duties your mate struggled with.
You enter the threshold of your home, trying to refrain from getting Ralak's attention as you calm yourself from today's unfortunate events. And for a second your inconveniences slip from your mind, your Marui pod far more empty than it usually was, only the noises of your mate reaching your ear. "Where are the kids," your voice is a lot more harsh than you intended for it to come out as, as it makes Ralak whip around in shock. The fruit falls from your hands and the both of your wince.
His eyes soften at your appearance, soft dark blue face hardened in stress, there are dried tear tracks lining your cheeks. He can clearly see how your wet clothes leave puddles where you stand but he says nothing of it, just offering a kind gummy smile. It would've melted away your worry if you weren't so terribly stressed out. "They're with your family, Jake just came for them, said they wanted to take them for a picnic." Ralak makes his way over to you as he speaks, crossing the Marui in seconds with his long, defined legged, running a hand along your skin comfortingly as he passed to tie the door shut.
You nod at his words, your body deflating as a sigh leaves your lips. You turn from Ralak to peel yourself out of wet clothes, shielding yourself and your shame from the man. The wooden boards of the Marui croak under his under foot, allowing you to now when he's moving closer.
Your hands reach behind your back, fingers struggling to untie the knot of your top that rests in the middle of your back. Your finger keeps missing the loop as you struggle to undo the top. Cool hands brush over your flush skin, and you jolt as Ralak breathes into your hair. His large hand wraps around your wrist delicately to not hurt you, just to stop you.
"I've got it, paskalin. Allow me." Ralak's words are soft yet firm, the man set on helping you release some of the stress. Even if you are a bit hesitant. "It's fine-"
"Nonsense. I insist, my mate." His fingers pluck the knot that keeps your top up, the wet material hitting the floor with a splat. The air on your still damp skin is cold, but you don't feel much of it, hot with embarrassment. Ralak's touches are grounding, alleviating your worrying mind as he rids you of your damp clothes. And the smell he's putting out is calming, your body reacting to the scent instantly, body growing less tense. Ralak leaving smoothening touches along your skin as he does so, before hanging them to dry as he picks them up and walks off. A 'are is placed around your shoulders, keeping your damp body warm until Ralak can find you something suitable to wear.
His actions are all comfort, touches soft and relieving as your mate cares for you, guiding you to the plush pile of sleeping mats. It makes your heart race as you think about how attentive Ralak is. He didn't need to ask what was wrong to know something weighed on you heavy. The whole thing brings tears to your eyes, the stress of today and Ralak's quiet tenderness.
The redolence of Ralak permeates through the air, clinging heavily in the damp atmosphere, and you keen at the earthy, musky scent. Drooping and tearful eyes watch Ralak return with your clothes, things he's made for you. And the dam just breaks. Honestly your eyes hurt from all your tears. You so desperately wanted to fit in with the people and though there are those who love you, important people to you, those that rejected your efforts hurt.
Ralak's heart shatters at your sobs, he'd been the one to encourage you to partake in that gathering party. He wanted you to get out there and find something you enjoyed, and get you out of the house. His plan failed miserably and now you are in your shared bed, soaking the moss cover in tears.
"I- I'm sorry, I really tried! I fell in the river! I got called a leaf brain-" You sobbed dramatically as you try to explain the situation to Ralak, throwing your arms in defeat as you crumbled in on yourself when he gives you a brief look of confusion due to your jumbled words. Your mate's comforting scent is not yet strong enough or fast enough to calm you as you choke out tearful apologies. All Ralak can do is comfort you, and he does it without thinking.
Large hands cup your tearful face, Ralak brings you to look him in the eyes. The pads of his thumbs brush away your tears, and continue to do so as they fall. Only dropping from your face to dress you hastily when your tears stop briefly. A sigh rattles your chest as you feel Ralak moving you over to slide in the bed beside you. Grounding hands tuck you into his chest, smoothing over your damp hair. "I know you tried, Paskalin. I am sorry."
One look at Ralak's face and you can see the regret on his face. You wanted to earn your place with the clan so bad, so you'd been so excited because of his recommendations, your mate encouraging you to do anything, especially the things you loved. Clearly you were the problem, the only one of your siblings to still be so behind. Ralak did amazing training you for your Iknimaya, yet the insecurities latch to your spirit. "Y-you don't have to apologize, Lak. It is not your fault that the women talk or my lack of skills. I passed my Iknimaya yet I am still useless to the clan." You laugh bitterly through your tears, and it makes Ralak kiss his teeth.
"You do not lack the skills, tahni. You are an excellent gatherer when given the patience that my people should have. They lack the understanding of uturu." It takes a lot to make Ralak angry, you could count on one hand, how many times you seen your mate genuinely angry. Not upset, not mad, angry. "They squawk like ilu, nì'eveng. You are not useless."
Ralak gives your head a soft kiss, although his hands shake with anger. He pulls away from your shared embrace, you deflating slightly at his lack of warmth and comfort. You watch his stalk around the Marui, seemingly looking for something. "Lak? What are you..?"
You see him reach into your basket of weaving products, before pulling out a few of your works. You watch as he pulls out a few mats you've made for the house and fishing nets you'd been working on for Ralak and the other fishermen. The works are intricate, a raw display of skill and culture. No one can weave like the Omatikayan people. While you could do the gathering with a bit of trouble, weaving is your happy place. You put your emotions into every little intricate part of the design. And Ralak would never deny that you're amazing at weaving, even if you don't feel on par with the clan and the other skills.
"You can out-weave any Metkayinan I know." Ralak speaks lowly, calmly as he walks to where you sit, in your bed of thick sleeping mats you wove to keep the two of you comfortable. The net is made up of a harder, more durable seagrass, the kind that's harder to find due to how close it grows around the edge of the reef. He gives you a knowing look as Ralak watches your face heat up at his compliment. "These are works of art. This damn thing gets me more compliments than the ones I've created." He can't stop the smile playing on his lips when he watches you grin at his self deprecating words, although he's hardly joking.
"I know you may be a bit hesitant to meet with the weavers, but if you'd like to accompany me and weave more things for me," You love making nets for Ralak, how he'd revere everything you've made, and not just because you were his mate, and gifting him things. But because you are truly talented, gifted in the ways of weaving. Every piece made with love, skill and patience. "I'd treasure every creation, and I know the fishermen would appreciate your efforts as well."
Your face heats up at the compliment as Ralak shows your designs, marveling at the unique design. He looks truly in awe, not just with your work but with you. His blue eyes look past it to relish in the smile that's on your face. "You create beautiful things, Tahni." Ralak says before putting the unfinished net back. He makes his way to you in quick strides and he drops to his knees. He gathers your hands in his own, his blue eyes burning with certainty. "And you have the skills to be Metkayina. You are Metkayina, you have been since you sought out uturu and I am sorry that some of the clans people forgot the true meaning of uturu."
And as his words sink in, you smile and shake from his grasp, wrapping your arms around him gently. A small thank you leaving your lips as you burrow your head in the crook of his neck. And you truly are thankful, thankful for the way your mate comforts you.
|| : Author's notes : this is a drabble of @zestys-stuff 's oc Ralak, he is such a lovely character. And @tiredmamaissy wrote an amazing series on him! I highly recommend checking both the creators out! This isn't edited and I had fleeting motivation working on this and I hope it doesn't show, I feel like the ending is horrible, so I may come through and change it😭 I wanted to create a comfort drabble for Ralak but I can make a part 2 to this that's smutty 🤞🏼
na’vi x human!reader who likes to do her own pretty long nails and he’s obsessed with her scratching his back/scalp massages every time she gives herself a new set 🫶🏽
Warning: smut no plot MDNI SMUT UNDER THE WARNING 18+ oral f receiving
Summary: you tease ralak on his diving and breathing skills, he makes sure to rectify
Request: yes
"Do you trust me paysyul" he purrs in your ear as you both swim together in the water just outside his pod tucked away from the rest of the village you could indulge in things like this skinny dipping under the stars. You smiles softly looking up at him as he has a dangerous look in his eye almost feral "what is it?" You ask confused. "I did say I could show you how good my breathing skills better than I could tell you so let me show you" he purrs
You whimpering feeling his tongue hit your sensitive clit the rough friction making you grip the root of the mangroves the sunk deep into the water below you. He held you tight his fingers keeping your hips secure on his lips as your legs wrapped around his shoulders.
"Ral~ fuck" you whine your walks fluttering around nothing as he sucks hard on your swollen clit. His response his thick finger slipping deep inside your desperate cunt gripping and sucking his fingers deeper inside. You buck your hips bitting your bottom lip as you whimper in delight. He groans against your clit as his fangs graze over the sensitive little bud. All of this over a teasing question about his diving skills. Your body dips as your grip falters his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers pressed and abused your greedy little gspot that love to gush just from a little attention. "Gonna cum" you whine out the thick tight knot in your core close to snapping as you felt him lap and suck at your overstimulated pussy. Unable to stop the chord snaps and the high washes over you as your legs shake and spasm around his head. Seeing stars with his tongue swirling inside as he swallows every last drop of your juiced. You look down to see a calm smirk on his face "that was number 3 would you like to continue testing my diving skills" he chuckles holding your limp body in his arms. You blush "I think I got the idea" you gasps still shaking. His warm chuckles filling your ears as he carries you back to shore.
There's nothing better than spending quality time in your home, with your mate, by the fire
Original character / art above by @zestys-stuff 💚
tags: smut. rainstorm. ralak soaked [and sexy] from the rain. external fingering/clit play/stimulation/orgasm [f receiving]
notes: lets see how many more girlies i can get to join the ralak cult , hehehe . enjoy x😘
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✗ NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI ✗
Loud thundering could be heard in the distance, dark clouds slowly making their way towards the village. "The storm looks pretty bad ma'yawntu'' You say over your shoulder, standing just outside your home, grabbing Ralak's attention.
''Then I will need to leave now to gather wood and other supplies'' His husky voice sounds from inside. He was busy securing lose pieces around the mauri, storm-proofing everything before he heads out.
Slightly panicked, you rush over to him, ''But what if you don't make it back in time?''scanning him with wide eyes. He stops what he doing, and looks down at you. He loved it when you made a fuss over him- secretly. He would never admit it to you.
'' I'll be fine tanhi '' He reassures with a smile, lifting his fingers to brush over your face. So beautiful. He could never get over how gorgeous you were, and how lucky he is
You know better than to argue with him. When his mind was set, that was it. With a sigh through your nose, he gently nod. He was so stubborn
He reaches out to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and resumes what he was doing. Butterflies gather in your stomach from the gentle gesture when more thunder booms outside, breaking you out of your thoughts. You grow more nervous by the minute
He finally finishes the important, bigger tasks, then begins to head out, '' I won't be long, I promise ''
You watch as his figure disappears into the forest headed inland, missing him close by you already
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The storm begins within no time. Hard rain beating down on the ocean and sand, with the waves retreating and crashing over and over again. Right after he left, you tried laying in your shared bed, hoping that would relax you.. nothing. You tried working on some new tops and loincloths to past the time.. nothing. All you could do was wait and pace. You stand, grabbing your blanket. Wrapping the material around you and turning your back towards the entrance, knawing on your inner lip from stress. He still isn't back yet. What is taking him so long?
As if right on queue, you hear heavy footsteps behind you. You quickly turn around to find your mate in the doorway, completely soaked from the rain.
You were in awe. He was heaving from rushing, trying to get back home, back to you. The water highlighted every toned muscle on his body, slowly dripping downwards. His drenched curly hair plastered against his skin, some strands stuck to his forehead.
'' I'm sorry for keeping you waiting'' He lets out lowly, ''Let me get a fire started..'' He drags everything he has collected near your fire place, unpacking and settling it
You blink a few times with no reply, making your way to the bed. The image of him a few moments ago replaying over and over in your mind. What you would give... or rather, what you would do to have him like that over or underneath you. With his deep moans vibrating throughout your ears. Your cheeks flush and thighs squeeze together from your dirty thoughts. You can almost see it clear as day as if it were really happening
But then a voice, err, his voice calls out as he is bent down right in front of you,'' if you are cold, then you need to be sitting over there'' gesturing towards the lively flames. Your eyes dart between his face and the fire, trying to regain focus, remembering where you are and what you are doing. You get up and make your way over, with him following closely behind.
''Thank you'' you chirp. Your knees facing the heat, his legs caging you in on both sides. He has not dried off, at all. ''Ralak! you are still soaked!'' you gasp and whine, trying to bend away from his cold frame, ''then help me get warm,'' he pokes, locking you in close with his arms.
As he pulls you closer, you can feel something on your back.. Ah. Seems as though he has gotten pretty excited too. He notices you've gone still, and uses this moment to brush your hair from your shoulder to begin planting kisses over the smooth teal skin. You lean back into him, enveloped from the warmth of the fire and the heat from your face that is shooting sparks all over your body.
He takes his hand and snakes it between your legs and under your band, locating your bud and gently rubbing it in circles. You gasp while slightly arching your back from him
''mmm Tanhi'' his voice sounding predatory, like he has been craving you and your body the entire time he was away. He uses the other hand to have a firm grasp on your leg to keep you open. The pressure on your clit and pace increases. A moan escapes, and you begin to see stars, feeling the build up from deep within. The onslaught of his mouth makes his way to your neck, leaving light bruises in their wake.
''Ralak, I- '' you plead, nearing your climax. The mix of sensations becoming overwhelming. He begins to rock his hips, chasing the friction up against your lower back, moaning into your ear. Your close, so close. The mixture of his moans and the pleasure he is giving you pushing you closer to the edge
You groan through your teeth, ''I'm gonna c-'' but your words were cut off by his complete switch in pace, abusing your bud until it is throbbing from overstimulation
You began convulsing as your white hot climax washes over you, struggling in his hold. He continues massaging you, teasing your entrance every now and then.
You have to close your legs over his hand, the sensation becoming too much.
You could hear the smile in his voice ''You were so good for me''. Out of breath and a little out of it, his comment managed to force a smile of your own to appear on your face
