Tattoos

Tattoos

Pairing: Tonowari & Ronal / Reader

Word Count: 1,297

Warnings: Minor Way of Water spoilers, minor pain.

Summary: Every Metkayina receives a tattoo after an important life event, and tattoos hold a deep meaning. After defeating a beast to protect your people, the time has come for you to receive another.

Tattooing was a sacred practice to your people. A tattoo on one's chest represented safety and security. Tattoos on one's arms were the marks of a warrior; signifying strength. You were due for the latter. You sat in your home, head bent forward as cool hands swept across your back. Ronal was nothing if not thorough. You shuddered while her fingertips took their time tracing their way across your skin, the pads of them making a journey over your left shoulder blade and onto your arm itself.

"It should be here." Her hand grasped the top of your bicep. It wasn't far from your first tattoo; a circlet of dark waves around your muscle that you had received as a young hunter. "The mark of a warrior." Her hand lingered longer than it needed to, filling your heart with warmth. Though you weren't fragile in the slightest, she still handled you gently. It was endearing.

"I am not a warrior," you stated bluntly. "I hunt."

She squeezed your shoulder once firmly and let go, rising off of her knees to cross the floor of your shared home. You didn't turn; listening to her movements rather than watching them. You heard her shuffle around and knew she was gathering the necessary items to complete your ritual.

"You are a warrior." Her footsteps were becoming closer once again. The netting beneath the two of you dipped as she joined you once more. She knelt at your side and took your arm in her hands again. You turned your head to meet her gaze.

Passionate.

Ronal was passionate. It was one of the things you loved about her; and you would never deny that fact. Your love for her was something to be proud of.

"If that is what you say," you relented. Truthfully, trying to refute anything she said was a waste of time. She had a comeback ready for everything, iron clad points always in tow. Even now she smiled wryly. She leaned forward, rewarding your agreement with a gentle touch of her forehead on yours.

"It is." You felt her breath against your face when she spoke. You yearned for her to move closer. To break the gap between you. But at the same time, you reveled in the tenderness behavior a simple forehead touch. She pulled back, her head turned towards the entrance of your home. Your eyes followed hers. In the entryway was a form you recognized well. The completion of your heart. Tonowari's head was tilted every so slightly to the side with question.

"Is it ready?" He asked.

"Nearly." Ronal's fingers moved up and down on your arm, digging ever so slightly into one spot. It was her duty to find the perfect spot to mark your skin with ink. The place that Eywa would approve of; and the place that you would approve of. "Have you come to watch?"

"I have come to help." Amusement punctuated his words. He stride forward and knelt down in front of you, joining both you and Ronal where you sat. He reached out and took your other hand, cradling it in his palm. "Are you feeling well?"

You scoffed, playful. "Ma Tonowari, I have been tattooed before," you said. "I am not a baby."

"She is feeling fine." You yelped when Ronal delivered a swift pinch to your arm, gathering a small bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger. "No disrespect, ____. Be kind."

She reprimanded you like you were a child. You huffed. Your banter was light-hearted, as always. You would never say anything that would truly upset your mates, just as Ronal would never do anything that truly harmed you. Tonowari watched the both of you exchange words and a fondness overtook his expression. You looked up just in time to spot it. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he smiled. The warmth they held. You twisted your lips into an exaggerated pout.

"I am sorry," you said to him. "Forgive me."

"Enough of you," he said, setting his second hand atop yours, keeping it held gently between his. "It is time to begin. If you feel pain-"

"Do not be soft," Ronal interjected. "There will be pain." There was a pause in her words where her own softness leaked through. "It should not be extreme."

"It will not be." You flashed her a reassuring smile, displaying your fangs with the expression. "I am a warrior. Remember?"

"I should have known you would use that." She grabbed your arm a final time, her fingers forming a circlet on the limb. You dutifully fell silent and turned away. While you weren't a coward, you still didn't enjoy the feeling of watching the tattooing practice. Especially when the practice was going on you. Soon after you turned, pinpricks of pain scattered across your flesh. You grimaced.

"Breathe." Tonowari's hands clasped yours firmly while Ronal worked. You dutifully took a deep breath, air rattling through your lungs. The pain wasn't awful. You were slowly getting used to it. Ronal was quick and efficient. You could hear her murmuring to your left, small prayers to Eywa and recollections of your accomplishments. Despite the pain that came alongside the ritual, you couldn't help but revel in the way she held your arm. A tight but gentle grip. A firm, yet somehow lenient hold. Your thoughts could be full of her forever and somehow it still wouldn't be long enough.

And then of course, there was Tonorwari. Strong was easily the word that first came to mind when your thoughts were of him; though he was far more than that. He was kind. He was respectful. He murmured as well, but his words were not for Eywa. They were for you.

"Brave," he was saying. "You are brave."

"It is a tattoo," you replied.

He shook his head and slid one of his hands up your arm. Ronal held your left. He held your right.

"You earned it through bravery," he said. "And you are brave receiving it."

The mere sincerity of his words made your heart beat faster. It was as though the organ was trying to beat hard enough to make itself jump and escape out your throat. Your mates gentle smile turned knowing. Knowing, and teasing.

"Breathe."

You gnashed your teeth together in a mock-snarl, letting him see your fangs. He bared his teeth back once, indulging your playful antics. Then his gaze slid to Ronal's work. You suddenly became aware of the fact that the pain had stopped. He had distracted you, you realized. He drew your attention from the tattooing process, and now it was done.

"What is it?" You asked. You could see a swirling symbol of darkened blue and black on your skin, but it wouldn't be recognizable as any shape until it fully took to you.

Ronal sat back on her heels, admiring what she had done. Admiring you. Again, your heart kicked furiously. You imagined if it could speak that it would likely warn you it was about to explode.

"Water," she responded. Her finger traced a faint shape around the mark, mercifully not touching the raw skin itself. "Surrounding the beast."

"Sentimental."

She huffed and lifted herself up partially, pressing her lips to your hairline. "You are welcome," she said.

You closed your eyes contentedly. This was where you belonged; with your people, in your home on the sea.

With your mates in the place you shared, which was sacred to only the three of you. That was enough to keep you happy for as long as you lived. The memory of your joy would live on long after your death, forever kept alive in Eywa for anyone who wished to listen.

"Thank you," you responded.

So I did a thing

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It’s NSFW (Minors Dni)🔥

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Ready? 💙

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Enjoy babes!

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Blue Neon 💙

Leo x OC🥵🤤🌶

I have another tiny Earthspark moment I want to bring attention to, obviously SPOILER if you haven't seen the show.

In episode 9, when OP and Megs are having their initial disagreement, there's a two second period where a lot of great little moments fly by. First we get Megs and his unbeatable scowl, and OP looking more than a little frustrated with his husband.

Then, Mo calls out to "Mr. Optimus" from across the way, drawing their attention. Both immediately look less grumpy.

The camera then begins to move quickly, making it very easy to miss what happens next... Megatron smiles.

I made another slowed down GIF just to try and catch it more clearly, because it is BEYOND sweet to me that Megs is so close to this family that their mere presence lifts his mood.

If you need me I'll be crying the happiest little tears~

asking raph for literally anything, is SUCH an ego boost for him. Specifically only when *you* ask him to do something, with your long pretty lashes. Looking up at him, “Raph, could you change the light bulb in this room for me?”

It never fails to send a shiver down his spine or give him like, asmr tingles in his brain.

with all of the fuzzy, tingly feelings going on.. he can never resist any request from you. With a half smile and a daze look in his eyes, staring down at you. “Sure sweet stuff. Can’t have you stacking up boxes again. could’ve killed ya’ self.

He gets a little jealous when you ask his brothers for stuff. He wants to be the only one you need, you know?

Anytime you ask ANY of his brothers even for the tiniest thing like “hey can you get that off the shelf?” He ALWAYS gotta say something.

“Why does he need ta’ do it?” Huffing and shit, he’s such a pissy baby.

Shit hits the fan when it’s Vern or Casey. He’s sitting down? Nah, he’s jumping up to do it himself. He’s a few feet away? Man is SPRINTING

I think you would find it funny and adorable. How he just wants to be the one to help you. After you guys get together, he calms down a bit. The jealousy isn’t as high as it was before.

To me, Raph has some issues with feeling insecure. So, when you ask him to do these things, I don’t know it’s like.. it makes him feel wanted.

TW; porn with no plot(?), afab!reader, female pronouns used for reader, male masturbation mentioned, creampie (use protection irl<3), dacryphilia. 18+ ONLY. Minors stay away.

Raphael 110% makes you beg for him when you two have sex.

I think the second or third time you guys have sex he’s suddenly on this “beg for me” bs.

Don’t get me wrong! It’s hot, I like it you know. But this man…. He’s mid-fucking you and he just stops abruptly just to press you against him and still himself inside you.

You are both on the brink of finishing, both shaking and whining. You have tears in your eyes, you were so ready to cream his dumb cock. “Raphie! Why! I was gonna cum”

“I know baby.. I know. But I need you- f-fuck to beg for my cum inside you. Please baby jus’ do it”

He wants- no scratch that he *needs* to hear you say it. Before you guys even got together, he was fucking his fist almost every night to the thought of you whimpering and begging him to fuck you.

He doesn’t want that to be only a mere fantasy, he wants you to be desperate for him as he is for you.

You’re a little confused at first. He keeps twitching inside you. Making you whine and squeeze around him in turn. “I wanna cum, Raphael, please.” Tears are streaming down your face at this point. Your lower lip wobbling, cheeks flushed from the stimulation and embarrassment.

The high-pitched whine you give with your “please” is music to his ears, but it’s not enough. He won’t lie, he’s being greedy in this moment. Soaking in the view he’s getting, trying to memorize everything.

Normally he hates seeing you cry, breaks his heart. But you look so pretty. It’s like sparkles in your eyes. It makes his dick pulse, watching the fat globs of tears go down your pretty face.

His big hands squeezing your thighs, feet perched on top of his shoulders. He lowers himself down to your jaw, lapping up your tears. Planting his hands on the bed next to your shoulders. He’s bending you in half this way, making you whine in his ear.

His cock somehow reaching deeper. “You can do better then that. Beg for it, or you don’t cum.” He’s panting hotly in your ear. His hips jolting against you.

You moan at the action, you finally catch on to what’s happening. You bring your hands up from where they were tearing at the sheets to force him to look at you. Hooking your arms around his neck.

“Come on, please Raph. Wanna feel your cum inside me.” Your delicate hands now placed on each sides of his face, looking straight into his eyes. Hazy with lust and desire staring down at you. Your own beginning to tear up again.

You start babbling and whining at him now, your voice is so loud. You bet that everyone can hear you right now but you can’t seem to care. Your moans consisting of ‘please’ ‘fuck me’ ‘come on, want your cum’

Groaning at your words, he lifts one hand to hold your jaw. Messily kissing you, licking inside your mouth. It’s more or so just you moaning in his mouth while he makes out with you.

He takes both of his hands to tightly grab your hips to start vigorously pumping in and out of you. He stops kissing you to lick and bite at your neck. Your yelps mix in with your moans when he nips at your neck a bit too hard.

“Y-ya’ so perfect, sweet stuff. So so perfect. All for me, yeah?”

He angles his cock to hit your sweet spot, knowing he got it when you let out a high-pitched “Raph!”

“You’ve been such a good girl”- when he feels that tight pressure around him, hindering his pace, he knows he said something right. He has a wild smirk plastered on his face.

“And good girls-“ he starts rubbing your clit at a rapid pace “-get ta’ cum.”

Your orgasm hits you right away. You see stars as your insides spasm around him. Your whole body shaking, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out. You look so fucked out.

Raphael grips onto your hips like a life-line. Pressing himself as though he could possibly get any deeper inside of you.

Little whimpers escape your throat as you feel the hot sticky spunk fill your pussy.

You keep squirming under his hold. The overstimulation to much for you to handle, but he’s too strong and not really all there. All he can hear is his own heartbeat as he’s filling you up.

Getting out of his stupor, he slowly slides out of you, hissing at the sensation.

He manhandles you so he can lay on his shell with you on top of him. Rubbing your back as you both calm your breathing.

He has a cocky smirk on his face when you go to look at him. “Ya’ wanna be my good girl, huh?”

“You’re one to talk, sadist!” You have a goofy smile on your face, a slight blush from previous activities and for being exposed.

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Raphael has to dress you and carry you in the morning and for basically that whole day afterwards.

His brothers definitely look a little peeved the morning after.

it’s ok if u hurt my feelings

give me your rAW.

UNAPOLOGETIC.

GUESSES. . .

I will always value Indigenous peoples' criticism of Avatar and Avatar: The Way of Water over anyone else. This blog supports any Indigenous person's decision to boycott the film and to speak out on the director's anti-Indigenous statements.