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just got called out for my mental state, but you know, we stay gucci.

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excuse me, hello? why am i getting a pampers ad on my spotify? is this who we are? is this who we represent?

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requests are open!!! what do y'all want me to write for miguel?

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90210. m. o'hara

synopsis ¬ in which the anomaly on earth - 90210 isn't what miguel thinks it is, but that might just be a good thing.

pairings ¬ miguel o'hara x fem! spider person

author's note ¬ yh, i was listening to 90210 while writing this, so what?

miguel watches from a nearby rooftop, waiting for any sign of disruption to appear, his cue to swoop in and catch the anomaly unguarded.

this isn't the first time there's been a complaint regarding this particular anomaly, hell, there's a box of them in his office. why? because everyone he's sent here has failed. but, it can't be that bad... can it?

that's when he sees it, a body running across the building next to his.

he takes off after the person, his loud footsteps making his presence known as the anomaly momentarily looks back.

but as they do his eyes widen, the threat is a spider?

he gets to lost in thought to see which way the spider turns as he chases after them, running through a dark alley.

miguel grunts in frustration as he enters a clearing, his target no where in sight. he turns off his mask pinches the bridge of his nose in between his fingers as he curses under his breath. the location he started at was the only trace of them he had, now he has no idea of where they might be.

so he calls it quits, sighing as he opens his mouth to summon his ai, her name on the tip of his tongue before a sound from his side catches his attention.

but before he can fully turn around a figure runs towards him and a hand wraps around his neck, the force of the tackle almost lifting him off his feet before he gets slammed onto the hard concrete ground.

he curses at the impact, face twisting in pain before it turns into a snarl, his fangs bared at the person above him.

so imagine his surprise when he sees the face of a woman, her face twisted into the same predatory snarl, nose scrunched up and everything, her own fangs glistening in the moonlight and her eyes glowing a slightly similar red to his. imagine his surprise when he sees you.

"i'm tired of you people coming after me." you hiss, your voice the only thing entering miguel's ears as he stares up at your face.

but he recovers quickly, his own hand wrapping around your neck and pushing you off of him. you lash out at each other, your sharp long nails and his talons swiping at each other's suits.

"stop - fuck- stop it!" he grabs your arms and presses them against your chest, hissing down at you.

you hiss back, chest rising and falling as you try to break free from the position you're in, but he only presses down on your arms harder.

"what do you want?" you snap, eyes glaring up at his.

"you are a threat to the multiverse, i need you to come wi-"

"no." you interrupt him, causing him to glare down at you. "don't interrupt me when i-"

"i don't care about you and your friend's bullshit about the fate of the multiverse. all of you can go screw yourse-"

your cut off by miguel quickly lifting you up by your arms and slamming you back onto the ground. you groan in pain, flinching as he gets closer to your face.

"i don't give a damn about whatever selfish reason you've pulled out of your ass for you not to care about the fate of the multiverse. i'm not asking you to come with me, i'm telling you."

he speaks with so much venom and authority a look of slight shock passes over your face before it returns to it's previous irritated one. "well, i'm telling you, i'm not going, and you can't make me."

a dry chuckle leaves his throat as he looks down at you, his expression even more darker than it was before. one of his talons moves to the neck of your suit, hooking itself onto the material before he drags it down with a swift motion, tearing the fabric open to expose your neck and shoulder.

"what the fuck?!" you glare up at him, starting to resist him once again as you thrash this way and that.

he bares his fangs at you once again, slowly lowering his head to the crook of your neck. his eyes belong to those of a hungry animal, staring at your exposed skin until his breath is flush against your skin.

"that's not your choice to make..."

you cry out as his fangs pierce your flesh, groaning as his venom makes it's way into your bloodstream and your limbs slowly turn into heavy bricks.

he slowly releases his bite, licking the blood off his teeth and lips as he stares down at you.

"what did you... do...?" your voice comes out as a lazy slur, your eyes drooping with every breath you take as you try to move, but to no avail.

"i made the choice for you."

miguel watches as your eyes close, a satisfied look crossing his eyes as he takes in your features.

he stands up shortly after, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"lyla? take us back."

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new themeeeee

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MIGUEL O'HARA

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hi yami !! i hope you’re having a wonderful day my love! i wanted to request a ronal x black!human! fem!reader fic where reader awakens something in ronal and she’s like “i must’ve been cursed by eywa” and tonowari is like “babe, you think she’s hot 😭”

sjsjsjsjsj i hope this made sense. i’m clearly so down bad for her that i’m being incoherent. thank you for even reading this !! you’re so sweet!

BROWN SKIN GIRL. ronal & tonowari

warnings: minors dni!/swearing/black fem!reader/ronalxreaderxtonowari/allusions to smut in the end. summary: in which you, the pilot who flew norm and max to tend to kiri, end up catching the attention of both the tsahik & olo'eyktan, a/n: allllyyyyy!!!! i love you so much for this request!!! got me writing a part two as we speak.

ronal stepped back as soon as kiri woke up, allowing neytiri to rush to her daughter's side. the sully children gave thanks to her before following their mother's actions, making the tsahik's gaze soften, even if it was for a second.

she soon snapped out of her trance with the sound of tonowari clearing his throat in the entrance of the marui. the tsahik sighed, walking towards her mate with a tired expression. the couple then made their way out, walking side by side towards the beach.

"this family will be the death of me." she grumbled, carrying her basket of tools in one hand while the other held her mate's hand. tonowari chuckled at her words, shaking his head. "they are growing on you, i can tell." he replied, humming softly when ronal nudged him playfully. "they had already grown on you from the start." she teased with the hint of a smile.

"they have strong hearts, and they have learnt our ways quick, haven't they?" tonowari responded, looking down at his mate. ronal sighed, "fine, i'll give them that." her smile finally broke through, making a goofy grin form on tonowari's face, "there's my favourite smile…"

the tall na'vi's voice trailed off as he stopped dead in his tracks, staring straight ahead. ronal's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "what is it? what are you looking at…" the tsahik followed his train of sight.

and there you were, standing next to norm, deep in conversation. your hair was braided back in a similar hairstyle to neytiri's, your skin was a deep brown that glowed in the sun, your lips were glossy and brown before they turned into a shade of pink, your figure was lean and tall, well taller than the other human that had accompanied norm, and, mother of eywa, when you turned to the side the mated couple's eyes widened.

ronal's thoughts were interrupted by tonowari's tail hitting the back of her legs. she nudged him, "why is your tail wagging?" she questioned, accusingly. tonowari's eyes narrowed, "why is your tail wagging?" he countered, making the tsahik look back. and clear as day, her tail was swishing.

"eywa have mercy." she muttered, running a hand over her face. tonowari looked back at her, "you… you don't find her attractive? do you?" he questioned with a pointed expression. "do you find her attractive?" ronal questioned back. tonowari shrugged, "i mean, i don't kn- hey, i asked first." he frowned.

"so what if i do?" she answered quietly making tonowari's eyes widen. "but you do too," ronal added quickly, attempting to brush it off.

they stood in silence for a few seconds, "let's go talk to her."

meanwhile, you stood there, oblivious to the gawking taking place a few metres away from you.

you snickered, "well maybe, just maybe, eywa is real." you spoke, preparing yourself for the argument norm was about to present. "but-" you shushed him, "don't get your panties in a twist, we'll probably never know the answer. but if what that lady was doing worked, without medicine, there could be a possibility. but hey, what do i know? i'm just a pilot." you shrugged as norm shook his head.

"first of all, that lady was the tsahik. secondly, she's staring at us right now so if we're in trouble it's your fault." you turned at his words, confusion etched into your face.

and surely enough there were two na'vis, burning holes into the back of your head. you turned back to norm quickly, "oh no, you don't think she heard me, do you?" you questioned, shuddering. norm shrugged, "why don't you ask her?"

you turned once again, only to see them walking towards you. "shit." you cursed under your breath turning back immediately to norm.

"you," a deep voice spoke from behind you, making you jump in surprise before you turned around.

you looked up at the source of the voice, a tall, handsome na'vi with tied back curly hair. his eyes were an electric blue, staring down at you with an unreadable expression.

"what are you called?" the tsahik asked next, looking down at you with the same strange expression.

you were quiet for a few seconds, shocked to your core, but norm quickly kicked you in the shin. "i- er- y/n, y/n l/n." you coughed out, clearing your throat awkwardly afterwards.

"well, y/nl/n, you cannot leave." the male spoke once again. you choked on your saliva, "excuse me?" you rose one of your eyebrows and placed your hands on your hips.

"my mate means you cannot leave, tonight. there is a storm brewing in the direction you came that will last for a few days. it will be dangerous for flying in your- sky people contraption. we advise you to stay if you wish to live." the tsahik spoke, her voice was rich and melodic, very much like her husband's.

you gnawed on your lip before sighing in defeat, "is there any place for us to stay? and any change of clothes?" you asked.

ronal almost got light headed with the thought of you in metkayina clothing, skin exposed.

"there is an empty marui near jakesully's, and i'm sure my wife can heir a seamstress to make you something." the olo'eyktan smiled, a smile that sent goose bumps all over your skin. ronal nodded in agreement, shooting you the same chilling smile. you sighed, "okay."

now it was night time and you stood in front of a mirror, staring at yourself while the hired seamstress pulled at your new and improved clothing.

the loincloth made for you was, skimpy to say the least. it consisted of a thong a makeshift mini skirt made out of small shell chains that hardly hid the flesh of your ass. your top wasn't at all modest either, made out of shells once again, but it thankfully hid your now perky nipples.

the seamstress hummed in what sounded like approval, "nice body, but short." she poked at your ass making you yelp. you huffed, staring at yourself in the mirror once again. "no time for admiration, food is finishing." she reminded you, making sure you left her marui and walked towards the bonfire.

"here goes nothing…"

you walked into the clearing, trying to ignore the stares being given your way as you squeezed pass groups of metkayina people, careful not to step on anyone's tail.

the fish you were given was smaller compared to everyone else's, but you didn't mind, you wouldn't be able to finish anything of that amount. you sighed as you looked around the sea of people, wishing the sully's hadn't stayed in to tend to kiri.

so you decided to head down to the beach, sitting on a rock near your helicopter and eating with the eclipse being your only form of entertainment.

you had also been given a wine red drink that smelled like it would taste like grape fruits. you took a sip, humming softly at the taste, it did taste like grapefruits, but sweeter.

ronal watched you from a distance, sitting next from tonowari as they ate in silence. "wari?" she nudged him, "hmm?"

"did you see what she was wearing?" she asked, taking small sips from her drink. tonowari's ears perked up at the topic of you, "no, unfortunately. did you?" he replied. ronal shook her head, still looking at you.

"she's alone." she stood up, drowning her drink. tonowari looked up at here with a confused look, "so?" he asked. ronal rolled her eyes, "let's go talk to her." she didn't wait for a response as she made her way to you.

your plate was empty now as you sat, legs apart, drinking the remains of your beverage. from the warm fuzzy feeling you felt it was probably the na'vi version of alcohol, not that you were complaining though.

you were about to get when two people joined you, those people being tonowari and ronal, of course.

it took a while for your eyes to adjust in the faint light, but as soon as you made out their faces the feeling of sudden self awareness took over you. "oel ngati kameie, tsahik, olo'eyktan." you spoke, sliding off the rock and gathering your things.

"not so fast, little one. we came to see your clothes…" tonowari trailed off as he took your appearance in. ronal did the same, visibly tensing up.

you subconsciously crossed your arms over your chest, "yeah, um, thank you for getting them made, and for the accomo-" you were cut off by a pair of lips smashing onto yours and a pair of hands pulling you back onto the rock.

you pulled away, heart racing as you were met with ronal's face. and hey, maybe it was the alcohol but as soon as you caught your breath you pulled her in for another kiss, moaning into her mouth as she pushed you against the surface of the rock.

you had almost forgotten about tonowari until you felt a hand start to tug your loincloth down your face, exposing your heat to the cool breeze.

ronal pulled away, slightly panting as she looked down at you. "let's welcome you to metkayina, properly."

© amesvertes 2023

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FANTASIES OF A LOVED ONE. neteyam

warnings: angst/semi-fluff/no use of y/n/death/implications of fem!reader

summary: in which you have a tough time coming to terms with the loss of your mate.

a/n: i'm sorry y'all ;-;

"this is not healthy-"

you yank your arm back from neytiri, hissing at her words. "no, i am going to see my mate."

"sweetheart, neteyam is de-" she tries to reason with you once again, eyes shining faintly wit the threat of tears. "waiting for me. neteyam is waiting for me." you cut her off, voice ice cold as you turn away from her, storming out of the marui.

so many emotions invade your mind; anger, frustration, sadness.

jake says you are going through something people on earth would call 'the five stages of grief.' but that is not true, you can't grieve for someone who is not gone.

to you it may seem that way but to your friends, your family, you are driving yourself into madness. hanging onto the tearing thread that is your mate's spirit. it's self destructive to say the least. sure you get to see him, but at what cost?

you spend time in an imaginary world, a temporary imaginary world, just to have to wake up again. just to have to face an empty marui, alone in the morning all over again? just to have to cook a meal, alone in your empty marui again, knowing you're only cooking for one person?

deep down, you know it's pathetic. but you can't help it, you can't help holding onto the fantasies your mind creates; fantasies of a loved one.

the journey to the metkayina spirit tree is a desperate one as you will your ilu to swim faster.

you barely have time to take in what used to be the beautiful scenery of the marine life as you ride past. it is still beautiful, but not as beautiful as it used to be without another pair of eyes accompanying your own.

your heart rate picks up as soon as you arrive at the glowing tree and you hop off your ilu, swimming closer to the large tree.

you hastily grab the braid surrounding your queue, extending it before you even reach the vines of the tree.

a sigh leaves your plump lips as you close your eyes and hover in front of your usual vine, one that goes deeper into the tree, allowing you the comfort of seclusion.

your tendrils connect to it causing a shiver to run across your spine.

when you open your eyes again you are met with the roof of your marui.

it must be mid morning, judging by the strength of the sun. a sudden sense of urgency causes you to bolt upright. you're late for the hunting party, for the second time this month.

a groan of frustration leaves your throat as you lay back once again, rolling over.

"is something wrong?"

there it is, the only voice on pandora that is able to soothe your aching soul. neteyam sully's voice.

you prop yourself up on your elbows with a smile, staring lovingly at your mate. "you made me late, again." you try to hide your smile, failing miserably when neteyam tackles you back onto the surface of the hammock.

you laugh when he pouts down at you, "you don't want to spend the day with your loving," he pauses to kiss your cheek, "strong," another kiss to your collarbone, "sexy," you laugh as he moves to kiss your ear, "amazing mate?" now he attacks your face and tickles your sides, causing loud laughs and snorts to leave your throat.

you wrestle with him in the hammock, giggling each time you hiss at each other teasingly.

this constant movement leads to the hammock swinging this way and that, causing a euphoric dizziness to cloud your senses as you finally climb on top of the blue na'vi.

"i win, you skxawng." you laugh out, staring down at neteyam's handsome face. his bright yellow eyes bore into yours as he wraps his arms around your waist.

a small sadness creeps up your neck as you continue to gaze down at him and you feel a tear run down your cheek.

neteyam frowns, cupping your cheek softly. "what's wrong? why are you crying?"

you sniff and shake your head, smiling at him in awe, "i'm just happy to see you."

"i'm happy to see you too."

this is the sadness of it; in reality you are not laying in a hammock, exchanging sweet nothings with your lover. you are alone, hanging onto fantasies of a loved one.

© amesvertes 2023

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hii not a request but i just want to be a nerd real quick

i’m studying the na’vi language and in your post about how jake , tonowari , quaritch , and tsu’tey would react to you sucking their balls during head , i noticed under quaritch there is a quote that says “i’m your whore, yawne”

i just wanted to say that “yawne” means beloved but is an adjective and would be used like this; “oeru lu yawne nga” = “to me, you are beloved”

if you want to say beloved as in beloved person, you can say yawnetu , which is a noun meaning “loved one” (you can also say yawntu, which is the shortened version)

also, “ma” has to be used when referring directly to someone . so it would be like “i’m your whore, ma yawntu”

your writing is great and i know it isn’t the biggest deal just thought i’d be nerdy and tell ya :) 🩷

lmao, thank you for pointing it out! i'll definitely refer back to this in the future!

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i'm writing a neteyam angst ._.

edit: here ;-;

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your writing ??? INSANE. i will be sat for your eventual book publication 🤭

nah cause you gotta add me to your taglist in every single fic you write, i love the way you write ronal!!!!!

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ronal is more than a want, she's a NEED

⋆ can you blame her for the way she feels?— ronal.

warnings: smut! milf! ronal. reader is 18, she is of AGE. age difference, cunnilingus, fingering, switch!ronal, switch!reader, making out, impact play, nipple piercings, overstimulation, squirting, mommy k!nk.

notes: for the sake of the story, ronal and tonowari have an open marriage, 'kay? 'kay. written as fem!reader. this is a modern au!

tagging: everyone who reblogged my last ronal piece and may be looking for more !

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you close your eyes and pray to eywa for patience as you gently push tsireya off of you. she's absolutely gone, a bottle of malibu and several other terribly mixed drinks down the hatch.

you shift to support her by the waist, holding her hair back as she bends over and moans.

"reya, baby, you've got to throw it up. it's the only way you'll feel better, okay? i'm gonna call your mum."

she was pissed at lo'ak for something that was totally misconstrued and as a result, she dragged you to a party she'd learned about via two girls in her "intro to international relations" lecture. and now, like usual, she was sad and completely wasted, clutching onto you while crying about how she hoped he doesn't want to break up with her.

based on the texts you've been receiving from both lo'ak tonight, the boy is practically out of his mind with worry and anxiety. you had texted back of course, because you loved both of your best friends separately and loved them more together, and assured him that tsireya was okay and going home with you.

you'd arrange for them to speak tomorrow. beside you tsireya finally empties her stomach, her mascara streaming down her face as she cries herself through it. you'd arrange for them to speak the day after tomorrow.

you rub her back and soothe her, tucking her hair back and kissing her shoulder. she's going to be okay, she always was. you were just glad that she always adhered to the buddy rule when it came to going out. you hated not knowing if your friends were safe, especially when you got wind of the invite lists to some of these parties.

but it was fine. the two of you were eighteen, in the prime of your life, and trying to ignore that the end of this summer coincided with the beginning of your university years.

"[nickname], can you please call mum?"

"yeah, of course. you'll be okay, reya."

"i love you," reya says to the grass as she breathes through her nose.

"i love you even more," you respond like usual, slipping her the mini water bottle you'd stashed in your vintage coach clutch.

she tries to thank you but you wave her off, focusing on dialing ronal's number and getting her to her bed. the phone rings for what seems like ages and eventually the line clicks, the warm echo of tsireya's family trickling through the line.

"hello?" comes her raspy voice, the words slurred as they stem from the end of her laughter.

"ronal?" you say and you feel the shift through the line.

"[name]? are you alright? is tsireya alright?"

"yes! yes, everything is fine. reya just had a bit too much to drink and my mum isn't home so i didn't want to take her back to mine. i just think it would be best for her to be at home."

there's a stale silence so you continue in the hopes of making things less dire for tsireya when she's coherent enough to bear the weight of both her parents' rage and disappointment.

"would you mind swinging by and picking us up? i can text the address. if not i'll get an uber and drop reya off before going home. i just don't want to leave her alone."

maybe it's the way something strong trickles through the last sentence, maybe it's the way your voice dips a little sadly when you speak of going home to your great, empty house. whatever it is, it does the job and ronal agrees to come to get the two of you.

thanking her profusely, you tuck tsireya into your side as you walk stiltedly to the bench a couple feet away. you sit carefully, tucking her face into your neck to let her fall asleep comfortably. you pull the edge of your oversized fur coat so that it covers both of you, clutching your bag in your fingers as you anxiously await the familiar headlights of ronal's car.

you think of how different the two of you must look. tsireya had chosen a sparkly mini dress in the brightest shade of turquoise she could find. it settled luxuriously aginst her sepia skin, matching the jeweled hair sticks you'd gifted her two years ago. they hold up what's left of her half bun, the rest of her hair spilling across her shoulders and into the neck of her dress.

her legs mesh against your low-rise jeans, the dark denim enhanced with a mural of na'vi phrases in white graffiti. they're custom, made for you by rotxo who was heading to fashion school soon. you were so psyched to get a pair of collectibles before he got big. he definitely was going to get big.

paired with those is your overlapping chain halter top, the rhinestone embellishments making it glitter seductively against your stomach. it's cropped, leaving a strip of skin showing that leads to your barely jean-clad hips. your fur coat is the final piece, massive in size and a blinding white that you've managed to keep pristine throughout your years of having it.

your hair was down, streaked through with streamers of blue and white to make it a little less boring. you'd stacked necklace upon necklace on tonight, enjoying the way they fell in the crevice of your pushed-up cleavage. your cowboy boots are definitely a stretch in terms of matching, but they're comfortable and your fave. besides, you're confident enough to make anything look like it belongs on you.

in the words of lo'ak and company: you look like a "motherfucking rockstar". you'd smiled at the compliment and laughed.

"i hope so," you had said in response. "my mum is one."

soon enough, headlights flash through the neighborhood and against the walls of the apartment complex. you nudge tsireya awake and intertwine your hands, determined to complete the homestretch and get her ass in bed.

ronal pulls up the curb, stepping out and slamming the door irritably. you wince and kiss tsireya's temple in reassurance as she tenses up. she takes shit so personally when it comes to her parents, so you're going to try your best to do damage control.

you open the backseat door and get her in, arranging her so that she doesn't go pinwheeling across the leather. you sling your bag in beside her and take off your coat, settling it on her lap to keep her warm. god, you hope she doesn't vomit again. this shit was both older and more expensive than the car itself.

you shut the door and climb into the passenger seat, sighing and pinning your hair up with the help of your prussian blue claw clip.

"thank you," you say into the quiet, and ronal looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

"i'm glad you called me," is all she says, and you lay back, closing your eyes.

"please don't be too hard on her," you say carefully. "reya just—she's been having a hard time and will be okay. you know she takes everything to heart so just be careful with her tomorrow morning?"

ronal says nothing but you open your eyes just in time to catch her nodding. you close them again, satisfied.

"you're a good kid," she says after a minute.

you smile and without looking at her you say,

"i'm so glad you finally can admit that you like me."

she scoffs and you laugh, adjusting your top over your tits. you're cold and your nipples are hard and you are so aware of the woman next to you.

"[name], i am old enough to be your mother."

"and i'm old enough for you to fuck," you say blithely.

thank the all- mother that tsireya is out cold right now. she knows a little of what you feel for her mum, you don't hide it. but still, some things are too much even for the people you love.

"[name]!" ronal says in shock and you laugh again.

"eywa, baby. loosen up," you chide.

you swear she speeds up.

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when you get to ronal's residence, tonowari is standing on the porch waiting.

you like her husband. you think it's cool that they have an open marriage and honestly, he thinks it's a little funny that you fluster ronal so much. he once told you that if you made it happen, he'd have nothing to say.

he smiles at you and thanks you for looking out for tsireya, squeezing your shoulder. you tell him it's not a problem because it isn't. you love her so much that sometimes you think you're going to fall apart. if you weren't already knee-deep with her mum, you'd probably be fucked up over her.

it was a hard thing to understand. but you would never leave her alone at a party, would never let her be self-destructive on her own. you will always be there to hold her hand and let her know that someone was beside her and this will pass. she'd grabbed onto your hand in kindergarten and had never let go. she had seen you at your worst.

you would always take her home.

you bypass her dad, eyes softening at the sight of him carrying her bridal style inside their home. your own exhaustion creeps up on you, kissing at your cheeks and making your eyes heavy. you place your coat on the couch, laying your bag on top as you make your way to the kitchen.

you rub a hand over your face and go about searching for the chamomile and honey tea tsireya specifically stocked for you. the box is a bit hidden but you find it, settling for a chipped, green mug to drink it out of. it's only a few minutes before the electric kettle does its job.

you make sure to turn off the light as you leave, trudging upstairs to make yourself comfortable in the guestroom. halfway up you realize you forgot your belongings downstairs but you could really care less. you slip into your room, shrugging off your jeans and top and folding them so that you place them on the white wood dresser.

you're left in your bra and panties, the garments a deep navy with a diamond star on both the bra clasp and the sides of your thong. you can't sleep naked because you wake up too self-aware, but this is close enough.

a curse slips out as you struggle with the heavy duvet, your claw clip slipping and sending your hair tumbling about your face.

"fuck it," you mutter and you climb on top of the damned thing, grabbing the blanket at the foot of the bed to make do.

there's a knock at the door and you resist the urge to scream, calling out for the person to enter instead. ronal cracks it open and leans against the door frame, the position drawing your eyes to her full hips.

"tonowari wanted me to make sure that you didn't drink too much either. you handle it differently," she says in explanation, her face unreadable.

you sit up, forgetting about your state of dress, and smile gently.

"yeah, 'm okay. thanks for checking."

ronal says nothing, eyes trailing over you before she recovers. you take the time to look right back, eyes drinking in her soft curves and stern face. her cheekbones are so defined and lend it making her ice-blue eyes even more piercing, her lashes accentuating how large they are.

her skin is the same summery brown as her daughter and you wonder what she looks like flushed with pleasure. her hair is pulled up in a severe ponytail, the length and rich black of it reminiscent of fairytales. 

she's so fucking beautiful and you're choking on it.

"ronal," you begin and she tilts her head to look away from you.

'[name]," she says in warning, but you don't want to stop.

you slide out of bed and walk over to her, reaching out to hold her hands loosely. you're giving her room to pull away and yet she seems to move forward.

this is new territory and you don't want to fuck it up, but the truth is you think about her every day and when you're not it's only because you're not thinking at all. you lean forward and find that you're slightly taller than her.

this makes you smile crookedly, your hand coming up to loosen her ponytail. she looks at you as if to reprimand you and you want nothing more. you tilt her head up, closing the gap between your lips with urgency.

you let out a sigh and wrap your arms fully around her, falling into the kiss and savoring it. her hands are stiff until they're not, her fingers coming down to cup the flesh of your ass through your lingerie. so much of it is spilling out of the thong anyway, and she takes advantage.

you moan, your pussy soaking through the lace in anticipation. you lick into her mouth and savor the way she trembles against you, backing up so that you can close the door properly behind her. you press her against the wood, bringing a hand down to slide it up her shirt so that you can cup her tits.

she's so warm and more importantly she wants you. her desire comes out the longer she touches you and it fuels you, making your legs a little weak. as if sensing your loss of control, ronal pushes you down so that you're starfished across the bed, your chest heaving.

she looks down at you, eyes doing a vicious analysis of your fucked-out state. eywa, she's barely touched you. you're so fucking pathetic. mindlessly, almost bored, she reaches behind you and undoes your bra.

your tits spill out and ronal tugs on your piercings, making your back arch until your spine almost cracks. she huffs out a laugh and bends down, sealing her mouth around your right nipple and sucking hard. you moan high and dig your hands into her hair, bucking up against her weight.

she pulls off with a pop and holds your hips down, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. you lock your body into obedience, trying your hardest to work with her. she smiles at that and tongues at your left nipple, suckling softly while pinching the other.

you're trying to stay silent but the pleasure is crawling up your throat, begging to be let out. every touch is cutting and if there was blood, you'd be lightheaded from the loss.

"ronal, please. please, touch my pussy. it's begging for you, fuck," you whine.

"is it?" she asks casually, pulling off your chest and leaving it slick with spit.

you nod and she watches you, eyes dark. there's a second where neither of you moves and then her hand raises, coming down to slap your tits harshly. the pain is part of what makes you gasp but the sharp heat in your stomach that follows is the other. she observes your reaction and does it again, making sure to catch her palm on your nipple piercings.

you scream and she covers your mouth, eyes narrowing. she slaps at your tits again, groping them with no thought to their sensitivity. the rough handling makes your cunt squeeze on air and your eyes dilate.

ronal is not as unaffected as she seems. her own face is flushed and she's wet through her sleep shorts, her silk cami falling wildly down her shoulders.

"ronal," you whisper and she hums, rocking down onto your stomach to give herself friction.

"ronal," you say again and she looks at you.

there's something tugging at you in the back of your mind and you give in to temptation, watching her carefully as you speak again.

"mommy, please."

she exhales loudly, thighs trembling around you as the term of address sits in the air between you.

"fuck," she says, and you can't help but grin wickedly.

ronal rises off of you and settles against the headboard, spreading her legs open slowly. blood is rushing through your head, the flow of it so loud that your thoughts are blocked out. you watch as she shoves her shorts and panties down in one effective movement, the fabric pulling away from her with a slick squelch accompanying the wet string of her arousal that comes with it.

her pussy is so gorgeous and you say as much, admiring the brown folds that give way to an angry pink. her cunt is puffy with need, the lips a little large. she's not shaved all the way, a little thatch of hair sitting pretty between her thighs.

you crawl on your knees, sinking into the 'v' of space she's left you. you're eager, almost drooling with the desperation to both taste and please her. ronal groans softly as you run a finger through her folds, canting her hips into the touch.

"make me cum, [name]. make mommy cum."

"whatever you fucking want, baby," you breathe out and she shakes, positioning her hand on the back of your head to push you down.

you lick a wide strip up her pussy, moaning shamelessly at the musk of it. she tastes so fucking good. you want her on your tongue forever. you lap at her again, nosing further into her cunt till your nose is wet with her juices. she shivers and clenches around you, pushing into your tongue.

"yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh," she moans, long and drawn out.

"does that feel good, baby?" you murmur, spitting into her pussy twice before rubbing it in.

she glistens and you chase the sight, stimulating her clit with kitten licks that drive her insane. you're teasing her, taking your time and riling her up. she curses and pulls your head back by your hair, eyes blown wide with her need.

"you talk all that shit and can't even eat my fucking pussy properly. get the job done or i go back to my fucking husband."

your face contorts at the mention of tonowari and you yank ronal forward, slapping her pussy until it's red. she throws her head back and twists her nipples, letting out the most delicious noise you've ever heard.

"yeah, i may be talking shit but i was right about one thing. i'm old enough to fuck huh? old enough to make this pussy drip like a waterfall. this is for me," you say, your voice dangerous. "isn't it, mommy?"

ronal scowls and you grin, victorius.

"okay, okay. i'm sorry, baby. let me give you want."

your pussy is screaming to be touched but you ignore your urges, hellbent on making ronal lose her mind.

you go back to eating her out, sliding a finger in alongside your tongue. she tenses at the stretch before relaxing, humming in satisfaction. you slip another in, crooking them and relishing in the muffled scream that flows from her throat.

you pull back, removing your mouth and adding a third finger as an apology. you fuck her hard and fast, watching the way her mouth opens and her eyes flutter closed. she's focused on the feeling and you could cum just from this.

"come on. come on, baby. cum for me, yeah? just like this."

she's so wet that her cunt is leaking down your wrist, your fingers sounding obscene as you pump them in and out of her. you lean over her, your hair curtaining her face as you come in close.

"you can do it, mommy. just cum for me and then you can touch me too."

her eyes open and she's looking at you and you smile slowly, your teeth gleaming and your lips swollen and red. she latches a hand onto your shoulder, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"cream on my fingers, baby. let me lick it off," you croon, tucking a fourth finger inside of her full cunt.

she's so close, you can feel it.

"mmhmm," you taunt her, "i know you want to. i want you to feel good. it's the least i could do."

she's confused about how she's lost control but you don't let her think about it too much, curling your fingers so that you can scrape at her gently with your nails. she arcs up and you catch her, still talking her through it.

"fuck, i'm not asking for a lot, mommy. can't you cum for your daughter's best friend?"

that gets you what you want and you watch ronal's ruby-red mouth fall open, her pussy spasming as she squirts across you and the duvet. you keep fucking her, relentlessly. she tries to close her legs, tries to turn to the side but you just force them back open.

"uh-uh. you're gonna take it," you hiss through your teeth.

she holds your biceps and you lean down for a kiss, biting her bottom lip till you draw blood. you pull away, your lip gloss smeared across her mouth. the sight does something to you, flips a switch.

you want to fuck her up. you want to leave her stained.

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OMG A FELLOW RONAL WRITER ???? AHHHHH!!!! anyway i’m ally and i’m so happy you follow me !!!! i love ur blog it’s beautiful !! (i’m also a totally spies truther!)

HIIIIII! RONAL IS LITERALLY THE LOML! it's so nice to meet you! I'm Yami and stawppp cause ur blog is literally so pretty! totally spies made me who I am ong

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totally spies was that bitch, prove me wrong

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how jake, tonowari, quaritch and tsu'tey would react to you licking/sucking their balls during head

you nasty as hell (me too twin)

JAKE watches you with hooded eyes, taking in your fucked out expression as he guides your head up and down on his cock. he groans at the sight, closing his eyes momentarily and throwing his head back in pure bliss.

spit mixed with pre-cum runs down your chin as a result of his roughness. your sight is blurry with tears and jake almost feels sorry for you. his pretty little mate, choking on his hard cock, but then he reminds himself of how much you love to be a mess for him.

"just like that, babygirl. taking my cock so nicely." he grunts, hips rutting towards you with no mercy.

you look up at him, taking in his beauty before an idea pops into your head.

his eyes shoot open as soon as you remove your mouth from his girth, cocking at eyebrow at you, a warning on the tip of his tongue. that is until he feels your mouth somewhere much lower.

he hisses at the sensitivity, hips bucking as he lets out a lengthy moan. you whimper against his balls when the feeling of his hand tangling into your hair invades your scalp. "does it feel good ma'jake?" you ask innocently, returning your mouth to his balls shortly.

"fuck, feels so good. gonna let me cum in that slutty mouth of yours after, yeah?"

TONOWARI gazes down at you in awe from his sitting position, watching as you untie his loincloth and place love bites onto his toned stomach.

you finally untie the knot, pulling it down almost immediately to see his cock spring out. the olo'eyktan chuckles at your eagerness, running his hands through your loose curls. you stare up at him in awe, left hand toying with your sopping cunt in an attempt to relieve yourself of the overbearing neediness you have for him to be inside you.

"what is it, little one? you want up'pa to fuck you instead?" he mocks, leaning closer to your flustered face. he loves seeing you like this, his mate, the tsahik, all shy when faced with the sight of his cock. you shake your head, "i wanna make you feel good."

he raises an eyebrow at you, "is that so? then why do you hesitate?" he questions. you gnaw at your lip, "i wanna do something new, can i?" you ask, looking up at him with hooded eyes. he smirks, leaning back slowly, "how can i say no to a pretty face like that?"

you return your gaze back to his cock, placing your mouth around his leaking tip and sucking. tonowari lets out a satisfied moan, sighing in pleasure as you start to pump your free hand up and down his thick length.

you release his tip with a pop, moving back a bit and spreading your legs even further to lower yourself to a part of him you have never paid much mind to before. the olo'eyktan stares down at you with interest as you ask him to spread his legs a bit wider.

you exhale a shaky breath before sliding your tongue down to the base of his cock, staring up at his his unsuspecting face as you take one of his thick balls into your mouth.

tonowari lets out a string of curses as you begin to suck on it, switching from one to the other ever so often.

"great mother, that's a good girl." he breathes out and you moan against his sack at his praise. "such dirty things you do for me, hmm? but they always feel so good."

QUARITCH looks down at you with a slightly surprised expression, your request hanging in the air between your bodies.

is this something the na'vi people enjoy? questions swirl in his mind for the few seconds he stares down at your kneeling figure, watching as your tail swishes lazily from one side to the other.

he sighs to himself before nodding, "if you want it so ba- shit!" he hisses as you take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking it eagerly and pumping his cock.

his hand finds it's way to your hair, pulling at it in an attempt to distract himself from the pleasurable sensory overload that invades the soldier's mind.

you swirl your tongue around each of them, licking the base of his cock in between your short breaks. a sense of pride bubbles in your chest at the thought of you, and only you, being able to turn miles into a grunting mess, it also turns you terribly on, making you eager to have him cum so he can just fuck you already.

"fuck, baby, such a whore for wanting to do this, aren't you?" he scoffs in between grunts.

"i'm your whore, ma yawntu." you moan against him. the colonel grunts at the foreign nickname, "and don't you ever forget it."

TSU'TEY moans into the air of the forest, fucking your mouth with animalistic grunts leaving his mouth every so often. your nails dig into his thighs as you simply kneel below him, moaning around his girth and taking as much as you can like the good mate you are.

you can feel him twitching in your mouth, a sign along with the sloppiness of his trusts that he's getting even closer to his orgasm. you try meeting his thrusts eager to get him to cum inside of your mouth, moaning at the feeling of his hands starting to tug your hair back and push your head back onto him with each thrust.

"s-shit, tiyawn." he thrusts one last time before his thick seed spurts into your mouth and down your throat. you pull away from him, panting and struggling to catch your breath as you stare up at your mate, lust written all over your face. but no, you want to please him even further.

"my love, can i try something?" you ask, using one of your hands to pump his cock. tsu'tey hisses, still sensitive from his last orgasm, but he nods, "whatever you want, yawne."

your tail swishes from excitement as you smile up at him, your free hand sliding in between your legs to ease the dull pain of your neglected clit.

you kiss along the bottom of his shaft, stopping briefly at his balls. tsu'tey looks down at you momentarily confusion invading his face, confusion that turns into pleasure as soon as you take one of his balls into your mouth.

he curses, throwing his head back. the sensitivity of his cock mixed with the pleasure o this new found feeling drives him wild, hisses and groans leaving his lips like a sinful song.

"mother of eywa," he groans, "you should try your little tricks on me more often."

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