#ao'nung smut

[tiredmamaissy]

Behind the Façade

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Characters: Ao’nung (20) x Fem Metkayina Reader y/n (20)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, rut cycle, no foreplay, mostly sub ao’nung, mostly dom reader, slight power struggle, creampie/breeding kink, knotting, smidge of fluff, spitting mouth (kinda), awkward moment during sex, profanity

Word Count: 2.6k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: As requested. Bestie, this is for you @jiafeimagic

Synopsis: Ao’nung unexpectedly goes into rut in the middle of the night. You calm your mate. Simple dimple. Enjoy

Intro:

You and Ao’nung have been mated since the sully family sought uturu in your village. He likes to put on a brave face – a façade that he’s this big, bad bully, when really he’s softer than the flesh between your legs. His rut is more like a heat, similar to what you experience monthly - lasting for 3 days. You allow him to keep up his façade in public, being his little bitch that follows his every order. But behind closed doors, he’s yours to do whatever you want with.

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“Y/n.” Ao’nung pants.

“Hmm?” You croak, trying to open your eyes.

All you can see is the luminescence of your own skin. Feeling around with your hand, you find that the space next to you in the bed is empty. You sit up and rub your eyes, hoping to figure out where your mate’s voice is coming from.

“Y/n.” He repeats, this time in a more frantic manner.

“What is it? you ask, worried that something is wrong with him. “Where are you?”

You squint your eyes, and scan the marui pod, looking for your mate. Two heavy lidded, purple eyes float in the corner of your room, watching you intently. They're dazed and full of lust. A sinking sensation plagues your stomach when you realize what’s happening.

Ao’nung’s rut came early.

You squint your eyes, trying to make out the figure in front of you. He's sitting in the corner, with his knees to his chest and his head in his hands.

“Sorry to wake you.” He grits his teeth. “I just... I can’t take it anymore.” He huffs, dropping his head between his knees.

You get out of bed and approach him slowly. “It’s alright, I know how intense your ruts are, my love.” You hum, kneeling to his level to stroke the length of his queue. “You should have woken me earlier.”

He’s trembling, shaking his head from side to side in his knees and panting heavily – he must have been enduring this all night long. Leaning into your touch, he rubs his face into your bosom, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. You shush him, rubbing circles into his back.

“Shh. Shh, baby boy. You’ll be alright, I’m here now.” You reassure him, laying his legs flat on the floor as you mount him.

His legs are now between your knees as you tower over him, shortening the distance between your hot bodies.

“I want this.” Ao’nung whines, cupping the soft flesh between your legs. “...please.” He whimpers, looking up at you through the dip of your breasts, with inebriated, glowing eyes - begging for some relief.

“How could I ever say no to these eyes?” You whisper, moving his hands to your waist.

Using a single finger to lift his chin, you kiss him fervently, swirling your tongue around his. You shuffle even closer to him, lowering your pelvis onto his crotch – sticky from his own slick. He’s already rock-hard, writhing his pelvis into the softness between your thighs. You share each other’s hot breaths between wet kisses as your hands explore every inch of your bodies.

He’s whimpering quietly into your mouth, succumbing to the urges of his rut, trying to fuck you through your loincloth. His movements are impatient – full of desperation and desire for his mate. Unable to form a coherent thought, he allows his body to speak to you, begging to be inside of you. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping it tightly, using it as leverage to grind even harder against you.

You move your sloppy kisses down his face, planting bruise-like marks on his jawline and neck. You linger there, filling your lungs with his potent pheromones, intoxicating your body with his scent. His pheromones remind you of the salty ocean, mixed with the scent of the sap of a mangrove. You know that you wouldn’t be able to satiate him if you weren’t high, too – his rut is just too intense for that.

“Tsheylu, Ao’nung.” You mumble into his neck, moving your hand to the base of his queue.

His movements are eager, tugging at your queue to bring it closer to his. It sends small shocks down your spine as he makes the bond eagerly. In an instant, the heat and fogginess of his rut transfers to you, putting you in a trance, too. Your hips pick up speed, whining and grinding against his member whilst he kisses your shoulders.

“...please, y/n.” He lets out a lengthy mewl, squeezing his eyes shut. “...f-fuck me.”

His eyes fly open, glossy and glowing in the dim light. You witness his pupils morph into slits. He’s now at the height of it, and if you didn’t give it to him soon – he would just take it for himself. This part of his rut always frightened you a bit, he would go from begging on his knees to forcefully-taking-what’s-his in a split second. You slip the thin cloth covering your breasts over your head, and fiddle with the knot of your loincloth with trembling fingers.

“Hurry. I need you now.” He grunts urgently, untying his own loincloth in a hurry.

“I’m trying, I’m trying” you pant, struggling with the knot due to the darkness of the room.

In frustration, Ao’nung rips your loincloth down the middle and throws it aside. He’s fighting with himself, trying his hardest to be gentle with you, but he just wants to shove his knot inside of you already. He’s rubbing his veiny cock against your sticky cunt, getting off from the feeling of your clit rolling against his tip.

“Stretching. Do you need it?” he mumbles, as his fingers burrow their way between your hips, frantically searching for your hole.

“No.” You yank his hand out by his wrist.

“What I need is...” you line up his tip with your slippery hole, “...this huge cock.” You moan loudly in his ear as you slowly slide his entire length inside of you.

He lets loose a lengthy, guttural groan, finally getting the attention his cock has been begging for. He softens under your touch, burying his face into your chest, hiding his expression from you as he hums into your breasts. Gripping him by the neck, you push him away, and stare at his erotic expression.

“I like seeing your face when I ride, understood?” You purr.

Your taken aback when you realize why he hid his face. You can feel his cock throbbing in your cunt, already emptying it’s seed inside you. He’s gritting his teeth, trying to bite back his lewd noises as he rocks into you, ensuring that your womb gets every drop of his sticky cum. The pure bliss – the ecstasy that he’s feeling from the gummy, hot walls that clench around his cock is unbearable.

“Are you cumming? Already?" You ask quickly, trying to hold back your laugh.

"All from me putting it in? Fucking pathetic.” You spit, watching his face contort from overstimulation as you start moving your hips.  

“Haah.. ah... Fuck.” He lets out choked pants, glaring at you through his slits. His cheeks redden even more, he's clearly embarrassed by his quick release. He buries his face back into your breasts.

“I’m sorry, you just feel so fucking good.” He huffs, pushing himself even deeper into you, ensuring his cum makes its way into your womb.

“Shit. Still going? Was that not enough for you?" You grab a fist full of hair at the back of his head and pull him from your chest, looking directly into his eyes.

"Fuck... trying to drill yourself into my womb like that.” You drop your gaze to your sticky pelvises.

“Such a pitiful sight...” You moan, looking back up into his drunk, pleading eyes. “Now, beg.” You whine your hips on him ever so slightly, massaging his cockhead with your cervix.

He clenches his jaw and swallows his spit. “Please.” He growls begrudgingly.

You start lifting your hips off him. “Oh? That didn’t sound very genuine. I see I am not needed anymore.”   

“Wait. Fuck. P-please y/n.” he grabs your hips, pulling them back down onto his cock. “Please... I need you. I can’t live without you. Please, I can’t take this anymore.” He sobs, looking up at you with watery eyes.  

A grin plasters your face as you start riding his cock, firmly gripping his throat for support.

“I love when you listen to me.” You grind onto his cock, already feeling a little bulge growing at the base of it. “Whoa... I can feel your knot already, Ao’nung.” You whisper, feeling your face heat up.

You glance at him to see that his eyes are closed – face contorted from how good your pussy feels around his cock. He really looks like he might cum inside of you again, all from just a few thrusts of your hips.  

“Woman, you feel too good.” He groans, dipping his head back.

“I know. I know, baby boy.” You moan, feeling his tip poking against your sweet spot. “You feel good too... I can feel you heating up inside of me. Gonna cum for me again?” You chuckle under your breath.

Ao’nung’s body is taking control, thrusting his hips upwards as they chase the warmth of the slick that coats the walls of your cunt. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation – but he can’t stop rutting into you. His sweet, little moans are becoming louder in your ears as he buries his face into your shoulder. You can feel his cock jumping inside you, ready to burst and fill you to the brim with his seed.

“Talk to me, Ao’nung. What do you want?” you breathe, picking up speed.

“Haa.. ah. I want... Ngh – I want to get you pregnant...” he whines, looking back up into your eyes. “Please... bear my child, y/n...” his head slumps forward, back into your chest. “Please...” his pleads are muffled from the plump flesh of your breasts. “...I’ll do anything”

“Good boy.” You moan, chasing your own climax now.

“Ugh... it is coming, y/n. L-let me cum inside of you... Please.” he whines loudly, manhandling your hips.

Through the bond, you can feel the heat pooling in his chest as he wills himself not to cum until you give him permission. Not only that, but you can feel his enormous, veiny knot poking at your entrance, begging to rip you into two. Knowing that this is only the beginning of his 3-day-long rut, you want to start slow – so not to tire yourself out.

“No knotting yet, my love.” You pant, trying to lift your hips off him. He drives his fingernails into your hips and shoves you back down onto his knot. “Fuck. Control yourself, Ao’nung.” You whimper, feeling it stretch you out.

“Please...my love.” he begs.

He’s pushing his cock even deeper into you, trying to break through the walls that prevent his knot from popping inside of you. He’s completely consumed by his urges to turn you into a vessel to carry the heir to Olo’eyktan – to carry his son. You see his thoughts, as he imagines you heavily pregnant with his child. Soon, you feel this urge too, wanting to be his little breeding bitch.

“Oh, fuck it.” You huff, going over the edge from the mere image flashing through your head. “Fill me up, Ao’nung. Give me your fat knot.”

He rams his knot into you in one quick thrust, forcefully holding you down onto his pelvis as he cums deep inside you yet again. His tip is drilling through your cervix, directly into your womb – spurting thick ropes of his hot seed inside of you. It sends you over the edge, finally allowing yourself to release your own orgasm, pulsing around his cock as your walls milk him dry.

You slump into your mate, who’s finally feeling some sort of relief. You look down into his face as the room is becoming brighter from the suns emergence, and see that his heavy lids are finally closing – covering his dark blue eyes. He rocks into you every so often, putting you into a state of comatose, too. You’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath and calm down from your high.

Only an hour passes until he’s tugging at your entrance, trying to pull his knot out of you – pinching himself and you in the process. This is what you didn’t want from the get-go, but it’s too late now and his rut has only just started. He’s nipping at your neck, tracing your jugular with his pointed fangs, silently asking to mark his mate. You too are deep in the thick of his pheromones, feeling woozy and jaded.

“Yes... do it, ma’ nung.” You hum, feeling the bite of his sharp teeth, piercing your skin as he marks you as his.

His urges take the forefront, as he thrusts in and out of you causing his partially deflated knot to pop in and out of you. This continues for the rest of the day, in the same position. You’re completely numb now, unsure of how many times he’s knotted you, as your abused hole is just dripping with his cum.

“Ao’nung...” you croak, trying to get off him for the fifth time. “I’m hungry... and thirsty.”

“Mmnn... come” he kisses you sloppily, spitting in your mouth as a poor attempt at quenching your thirst. “...better?” he moans, still deep in a trance.

“No... skxwang. I need real water.” you groan, pushing him off you and crawling away.

He pounces on you, knocking you on your stomach as he mounts you again. He slides himself inside of you and starts bucking his hips, desperate to breed you once more - despite the extreme overstimulation. Both of you were fucked out raw, but he couldn’t help it – he couldn’t stop himself. You lay there and take it, just grateful to finally be in a new position.

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You open your eyes to see a bright room. The sun was out and shining vibrantly. The dead weight on top of you makes you winded, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You look behind you to see Ao’nung slumped over your shoulder, sleeping soundly. You groan from the soreness, reaching down to your pelvis to feel if he’s still inside of you.

The answer is simple – yes. He is. You feel a little more, to find that his knot has finally gone down enough to pull him out of you. You shove him off your back, and crawl towards the bucket of water in the corner of the pod – breaking tsaheylu.

Gulping loudly, you chug the water, quenching your extreme thirst at last. You pull away and finally take a deep breath, looking back at your mate. You're met with his delirious gaze. You sympathize with him, feeling awful that it took three full days of this to calm down.

“Oh, baby boy.” You mumble, shuffling back over to him with a cup of water. You stroke his hair – wet from sweat. “It’s over now.” You pull his limp body into your lap, supporting his head with your breast.

“Drink.” He laps up the water greedily, not realizing how thirsty he was until it wet his dry lips.

“Y/n. I love you. Only you truly see me.” He stares longingly at you, with his light blue, teary eyes.

“I love you, too ma’ nung.” You lean down to kiss his wet lips.

He pulls away from you, panting heavily. “No. I mean it. I will stay by your side for the rest of my life.”

You smile at him, feeling the warmth in your heart, and kiss him gently.  

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After cleaning, feeding and watering one another you both walk out of your marui pod to be met with the bewildered eyes of no one other than Lo’ak, Neteyam and Roxto. Ao’nung slips back into his usual self, walking towards the na’vi with an aggressive demeanor. You follow closely behind him, with your eyes locked onto your feet. It was obvious that you two were loud enough for them to hear you.

“What is wrong with you freaks?” Ao’nung spits, puffing out his chest.

Lo’ak laughs, mocking Ao’nung. “Oooh, y/n. ‘only you truly see me’.”

“Lo’ak! Come on brother. I thought the ‘I will stay by your side for the rest of -” Neteyam taunts, being cut off by Ao’nung shoving him in the chest. Roxto tries to keep his smile to himself, finding the whole ordeal amusing.

“Agh.” Ao’nung spit, rolling his eyes before turning around and walking away.

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[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober : Day 15

Size Difference

A/N: in this fic he is a mountain and you (and me) are ready to climb

Pairing: Ao'nung x (fem) Omiticaya Sully

Warnings: soft, pining, teasing, size difference scenting, fingering, p in v, belly bulge, creampie

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It's been two years since your family departed from the Metkayina clan. Two years since you felt your heart crack. Two years of sadness at leaving your second home.

You had grown accustomed quick, learned quicker of the techniques and styles of the metkayina; and it was all thanks to the Olo'eyktans children.

You missed them terribly and it grew more. Even when the war ended, even after you grew again as a warrior of the Omiticaya, you couldn't seem to stop missing them.

So you decided to visit them, decided to pack your things and strap your bags onto your ikran to be out for a while. Your heart longed to swim along the waves, so with a tearful bye from your family and a tablet shoved into your chest, you took off. Unsurprisingly, your little brother, Lo'ak, decided to join you. So together, you took off and after an 8 hour ikran flight, 2 hour break total in between stops, you grinned with pure happiness at the sight of the mountains and village beneath it, littered across the beaches. You yip loud and clear, alerting your brother, who yells in happiness.

The horn is loud, and the metkayina are immediately bustling towards the clearing along the sand. You two circle around before gently landing, and people are shoved out of the way by a grinning Tsireya. She books it to Lo'ak and tackles him into the sand, smothering him with kisses. His face is flushed as he snickers.

You grin fondly, petting your ikran and disconnecting your bags from his back.

Tonowari and Ronal greet you fondly, happy for you and your brothers safe arrival before dispersing.

Tsireya is lifting your brother from the ground when suddenly, a hand grips your bicep and tugs you into a chest. You gasp in surprise, those arms wrapping tight and completely surrounding your body. A small coil of delight stirs in your gut.

You try to crane your head up but to no avail.

"Nung! Let her go, skxawng!"

You suck in a breath.

This guy surrounding you is Ao'nung? The Ao'nung that you'd spent these last two years longing for? Dear Eywa.

The arms slowly release you, but those hands hold your biceps. You eye those hands with a gulp in surprise. You're finally able to look at him but realize you now have to crane your head back to actually make eye contact.

God. How does an attractive person get even hotter? Holy hell.

His jawline was more prominent, the left half of his face having beautiful jagged tattoos that curled over the top of his browbone. His hair too, had grown a ton, and now sported a half up cornrowed hairstyle, the rest flowing freely down his back it gorgeous silky curls. He had shot up in height, and seemingly was way stockier in muscle too. God.. his biceps alone had to be two, no, three times yours! His chest was more defined as well, and tapered down into his small waist and god you feel your face grow warm. You've been blatantly checking him out!

You lift your gaze to his immediately and inhale sharply as it seems he's done the same.. a small smirk on his face.

Sure, you grew in height but still remained shorter than the metkayina. You were stronger, more defined muscles but it was lean muscle, more agile strength for flight and life in the forest. You knew you had curved slightly as well, around your hips and bottom. Surely the avatar genes you had thanks to your father.

Your hair had grown, pulled back in those neat braids but you insisted on your own twist; braiding about halfway before allowing the rest to curl naturally. You had really grown into yourself, especially your confidence.

His eyes finally lock with yours before a cocky grin grows on his lips.

"Hey, shorty," he teases.

You snort, rolling your eyes,"Didn't expect you to sprout up like a damn tree," you turn, grabbing your bag off of your ikran only for it to get snatched from your grip,"Hey!"

He snorts,"You've had a long travel, come, I'll bring you to your marui."

You roll your eyes before patting your ikran and following after Ao'nung.

He takes up the path, people part to make space for him and you can't help the chuckle bubbling from your throat. He peers back at you, a questioning glint in his eyes before fondly rolling his eyes. Soon enough, he opens the flaps to the marui, the one that you had shared with your family. You had expected it to be vacant and empty, but you're surprised to find flowers draped around, vines drooping from the roof. You grin in delight and surprise, looking around in awe while placing down your bed mat.

"Oh, you won't need that," he snorts, gently placing down your bags.

You raise an eyebrow at him, confused, before he leads you a separated portion of the marui. You become familiar again with the layout, smiling softly, before gasping when he opens the flap.

Your old room had been shared with your sisters, but now is your own. And again, you expected it to be barren, but in it lies a huge nest bed; handmade blankets and pillows piled together. Little lanterns with glowing bugs are by the bed, trinkets placed neatly around the room. You nearly tear up at the realization that they're things that you had made with the people, crafted or caught.

You turn to Ao'nung, who stands by the entry, a small soft smile on his face.

"I- I have no words.." a watery smile takes over your lips.

"That is alright.." He says softly, pacing over to you before wrapping you up into another hug. Only this time, he crouches and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the floor as he stands. One arm cradles the back of your head, the other around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck while nuzzling your face into the crook there. You relax against him, sagging into his hold and inhale his scent. Thankfully, that didn't change; an earthy underlying musk with a soft layer of sea breeze. You sigh happily.

"Really missed you," you mumble against him, to which he laughs lightly, nodding.

"You've no idea how much we missed you," he inhales,"how much I did."

You blush and you're grateful that he can't see your face.

You both stay there for a moment, just breathing eachother in. Unfortunately the moment is interrupted when Tsireya can be heard giggling in the main room, Lo'ak talking to her.

Ao'nung sighs, gently placing you back on your feet and gives you one last tight squeeze before letting go. He takes a step back, clearing his throat.

"There will be a celebration for you and your brothers return.. I- um, I left you something to wear. I will see you tonight," he bows his head, a small smile on his face before he leaves.

You look around the room, before spotting leaving wrappings on one of the flat surfaces. You quickly unwrap it before a soft gasp leaves you.

Tsireya comes to get you for the celebration and grins as you and Lo'ak follow her.

It seems she had gifted your brother a new tewng along with new jewelry and a specially crafted arm band. He practically beams in delight. Unfortunately he also teases you of your garb.

It seems that someone, or Ao'nung, (you weren't really sure if he had made it, but your hopes were up), had made a special necklace and matching tewng for you too.

The necklace has thinned and dried sea leaves intricately twisted and beaded to drape down your chest. There are leaves too, that creatively cover your breasts, and the best part were the specifically placed pearls. There are many, a few in a bunch surrounded by vibrant beads that almost look like flowers on your skin. At the center lies a beautiful flat shell, inner portion laying perfectly below your collar bones. And the tewng is soft against your thighs, curled sea leaves and entwined threads all braided beautifully together with beads around the waist and surprisingly enough, beads and pearls drape down, clinking as you walk.

You don't recall ever feeling more beautiful.

The drums are boisterous as you arrive. Lo'ak splits off and is swarmed by old friends, and Tsireya leads you to some of yours. You all chat for a bit before Tonowari and Ronal find you and your brother, announcing your great arrival. The celebration commences and you drink fermented oceanic fruits, a warm buzz settling into your bones.

You look around for Ao'nung, a growing want boiling up. A few warriors speak to you, wanting to catch your eye but you've already been caught. For too long now.

You finally find him, and when he spots you, you sweat your heart flies out of your chest. God, he made himself a similar tewng to the one strapped around your waist. You grin, beelining to him through the crowd.

"Ao'nung!" You greet him with glee, hands catching his arm.

"Tiyawn," he grins down at you. His breath smells of the same fermented fruit,"How are you enjoying your evening?"

"It's just beyond wonderful, thank you," and in a moment of feeling bold-ish due to the buzz in your system, you lean to his ear whilst tugging him down to whisper,"Thank you for your gift, it's absolutely beautiful."

He grins, ears perking up adorably,"Beautiful gift for a beautiful woman." Then he tugs you by your waist to lean into his side.

You blush hot when he thumbs at the band of your tewng around your waist. You can't stop the pooling of arousal you feel- God, you'd never craved him more. All those years of being away seems to have boiled up hot and heavy and you shudder. You couldn't be with anyone after realizing your feelings for him. It was impossible to imagine being under- or over another navi and it not be him.

You're interrupted from your thoughts when the music changes, and the Na'vi begin a more sensual dance. Hips rolling together, more touchy against one another.

A tall navi, not as tall as Ao'nung, approaches you with a shy grin.

"Ao'nung, hello," he greets politely, receiving a respectful nod in response. The male returns his gaze to you,"I am Rádyn, we were brief friends before?"

You grin, nodding,"I remember!" And step forward to hug him lightly,"It is so nice to see everyone again, I missed it."

"We all missed having you and your family here as well," he grins,"I was wondering if I could maybe take you to dance?"

Your eyes widen, especially when the hand holding the band of your tewng changes to grip the base of your tail. You release a squeak, sucking in a breath at the jolt of surprising pleasure that rises up your spine.

"She has a partner," Ao'nung gruffly responds.

You look at him in masked surprise before nodding to Rádyn, smiling softly in thanks,"but thank you for the offer! Perhaps next time?"

He had looked down at the refusal, but grins happily and leaves.

You snicker before gasping as he squeezes your tail.

"Wait- hey!" You smack his wrist and he huffs, releasing your tail,"I do believe you owe me a dance?"

You smirk up at him, and he quirks a brow before nodding.

"Seems I do, tiyawn," he walks forward, grasping your hand and leading you into the crowd.

The beat is still sensual, and to your surprise it seems it's basically just young adults and older couples gyrating against eachother.

He grips your waist now, tugging your back into his chest,"Just follow my lead," he whispers to you, then guides your hips to move with his. His hands are so large, covering your hips, circling your stomach and he controls your movements. You lean back against him, trailing one hand up to hold high, wrapping around the back of his neck.

Your body feels like it's on fire. Hot arousal coursing down your body to pool between your legs.

Ao'nung leans his head down, mouth next to your temple,"Perfect, tahni," his voice rasps. You can't stop the shiver racing up your spine.

You turn around in his hold, pressing your chest firm to his, or moreso his abs. He fixes his hold on you, still controlling around your waist but as the beat changes slightly, he wedges a thigh between yours. Because of his height, his thigh presses right into your core and you gasp, clinging onto his biceps weakly.

"Something wrong?" He teases before rocking your hips over the muscle of his thigh. You pant, forehead leaning against his peck.

You whine breathelessly before breathing hard,"Not at all," you lean back to smirk at him. Your gaze trails down to his lips, then back up to his eyes; you can't stop thinking about dragging him off and finally kissing away that smirk.

He still sways you to the beat, but manages to grind you down against his thigh periodically. You can feel your tewng covering your pussy growing wetter and you bite your lip in a poor attempt to stifle your moans.

He again leans down to breathe at your temple,"You look delicious," he grins, then breathes in your scent,"Smell it, too."

You feel a warm blush on your cheeks, shaking your head fondly. You notice his gaze is drifting around your chest, those beads and sea leaves swaying with your movements.

"I want to thank you again for your gift," you start, breathing out softly before feeling more bold,"Perhaps you could help me take it off later?"

He jolts, eyes wide as he gaze down at you.

You immediately think you've gone too far, so you open your mouth, ready to laugh, to make it a joke, but you stop with a choked out gasp when he grinds your hips down against his thigh and leans down to your ear.

"Gladly," he whispers, then kisses your cheek tenderly.

You lean against him completely and just let him sway you to the beat, hot blush on your cheeks and arousal in your gut.

After a while of dancing, he pulls you from the crowd. You almost feel uncomfortable in your tewng now, wetness having cooled there just slightly. He drags you off to the outskirts, deciding to speak with his family as the party goes on. But he keeps a firm grip around your tail, thumb stroking the base.

After a bit, you grow impatient, staring out around the crowd. You don't even hear the conversation he is having, too buzzed and too aroused.

You huff, turning to him with a hungry look in your eyes,"I am retiring early, I do hope to see you soon?"

He smirks, nodding, before watching you leave. He follows soon after, bidding a Goodnight before booking it to your marui.

By the time he throws the flap open, then secures it tight behind him, you're buzzing with nerves. You stand there, waiting, gawking at him in surprise. You didn't expect him to be right behind you.

He takes two big steps towards you to cup your face, leaning down and smothering you with a deep and heavy kiss. You groan into him, surprised, before grabbing at his shoulders. He kisses you hard, invading your mouth wholeheartedly and drifts his hands down your body to grab under your butt, sliding you up his body until he wraps your legs around his waist. He grinds your hips down against his rising cock and you whine into his mouth before he pulls back, kissing down your neck sloppily as he walks you down to your room.

"Great mother- tahni, I have dreamt of you, craved you these last two years." He huffs, peeling the flap open,"Never wanted anything more in my life; you are a gift beyond anything else."

He's quick to press you down into that nest, dropping the weight of his hips into yours and grinding into you.

"Oh- Ao'nung, ah!" You moan, blinking fast as his movements have him grinding against your pulsing clit.

"Yeah, oh- want to make you mine," he nips against your neck,"For everyone to see. You're mine- I'm yours, all those warriors be damned."

You can only gaze at him, stifling your moans badly.

"Help- get this off," you struggle with the top.

"I'd love to fuck you while you wear it sometime.."

"That can be arranged," you giggle.

Finally, he helps peel it from your body and soon enough unties your tewng, tossing it to the side. He groans at the sight before darting down, sucking marks into your chest, sucking over your nipples as well as you whine needily.

He hurries up, seemingly impatient as he yanks off his own tewng. His cock is already out of his sheath and you gawk at it, pure bewilderment.

"What the fuck? You packing a weapon at all times?" You joke.

He snorts, rolling his eyes but refocuses, hand pressing you down soft as his other hand prods at your hole before sinking two fingers in quick, an embarrassing sound making you cover your face. He quickly spreads you open, thrusting just as fast while sucking over your other nipple. He bites over the plushy flesh of your breast and you whimper. His fingers alone fill you deeply, stretching your walls gradually and desperately.

His cock rubs heavy against your inner thigh and you can't help but reach down, taking him in your palm and stroking firm. God, your hand doesn't even wrap around it. He grunts, hips bucking against your small hand.

You smack at the wrist that fingers into you and he pulls out, then you guide the tip to your entrance.

"Please- please, hurry," your voice is shakey but wanting.

He hovers above you, absolutely huge in comparison and he grins, loving how he towers over you now.

Ao'nung presses into you, tip slowly sinking in before popping in.

You both groan. He stretches you wider than you anticipated, hissing in slight discomfort as he continues to press into you. His cock is long, thick and heavy, you've never felt fuller and he still hasn't bottomed out.

Inch after inch, he presses in. Soon but not soon enough, he finally presses his hips flush to yours. Your thighs are trembling and you're breathing heavy, but God do you feel wonderful. You glance down, and an audible gasp turning into a shocked, punched out moan. You can distinctly see the bulge in your lower stomach. He glances down before gritting his teeth hard, grunting. But his hands move up, gripping over your waist and pulling back, then quickly shoving himself back into your pulsing cunt. He begins a steady rhythm and his eyes remain on the bulge in your belly.

"Oh- fuck, fuck, Ao'nung!" You moan out, back arching.

He lifts his hands, wrapping then entirely around your waist, fingers overlapping at your back, and you suck in a gasp, but soon release a strangled moan when his thumbs press over the skin where the bulge forms.

You can't breathe, can't think, too high already on that crest and your hips roll against his. You cling to him desperately, a constant stream of moans tumbling from your lips.

You bring your own hand down to press against the bulge; your fingers press against where you know the tip lays nestled and the groan he releases has you nearly melting into the fabrics beneath you.

He fucks into you harder and faster, groaning and dipping his head down to the crook of your neck. He huffs there.

"Wanted you since forever, yawne, wanted to claim you then. Even moreso now," he grunts, hips slowing to down but heightening in strength.

"Do it, whats stopping you- oh, god!," you challenge, grinning breathlessly and breaking off into a moan as the tip rubs hard into your walls.

He exhales, then lifts you up. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders; he resumes his hard pace, almost using your cunt like a living sex toy, and god you can't enough of it. He grinds your body down, then drags you up, nearly brutal but you love it.

The raw need is evident. You were so thankful that this wasn't one sided- you'd needed him since you suffered your first heat. You remember how desperate you were, humping into your hand on the outskirts of the beach in one of the private maruis. You had wished then just like now that he would just take you, make you his anytime he wanted.

Your pussy leaks profusely, dripping down his thighs with your slick as he grinds you down onto his cock.

"Ao- Ao'nung! Please, please," you babble, head tilted back as you gasp and moan out little sounds.

"Eywa- you're even more perfect than before," he cups the back of your neck, dragging you up slightly to mouth at your throat,"Gonna' fill you up so everyone can smell me on you- in you."

Your cunt tightens around him and you nod dumbly.

He presses you back down against the blankets but then lays his weight on you, elbows coming to brace himself on either side of your head, effectively holding you down as he rolls his hips in short but mind wracking thrusts. You cling around his chest, nails dragging down his back. Your thighs are wrapped around his waist and you tighten them, making his thrusts sloppier.

"I've wanted you since my first heat- since before that," you moan out, gazing up at him.

He smiles breathlessly,"Wanted you since you first came off that ikran all those years ago."

He leans down to kiss you soft, gentle, but keeps his thrusts hard and quick.

You whine against his mouth, that coil tightening up too quick for you to prepare yourself before it snaps.

Your head goes back, disconnecting from his lips as you tighten up around him, cunt pulsing and slick squirting out of you as you cum. The moan you release is long, whiney and embarrassing as it echoes out of your room.

He moans, thrusting a few more times until he presses hard against you, hot cum filling you until it too squirts out around his cock. It creates a white ring around his base and he shudders, head coming to rest next to yours.

You breathe for a moment, still struggling but the feeling is better than anything you could've imagined.

After a few minutes, he grips around your waist, rolling over until you're straddling him. His cockhead rubs hard against your cervix and you release a strangled moan.

You look down again and sigh shakily; his cock bulging from your inner walls is even more prominent now. You really can't believe nor get over how absolutely huge he got.

The hands around your waist lift you only your drop you down his length.

You glare down at him, still breathless but he only grins innocently.

"What, you thought I was done after one round?"

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A/N: I wanted a sweet build up and I'm really happy with how this went. I do feel like I could be working on my descriptions better with outside of intimacy moments tho

Also you end up being fucked into next Tuesday and waking up early afternoon the next day, hickeys down your neck, in your inner thighs and still leaking cum from your cunt. When he said he wanted everyone to smell him on you he wasn't kidding.

Taglist:

@akoyaxs

(Lmk if you want to be added!)

[azaleaniath]

could you do a Ao’nung x Fem! sully reader? The idea is that the fem reader has some type of rough personality especially towards Ao’nung. But Ao’nung knows she’s secretly the softest person ever. Also aged up smut with Top Ao’nung? :)

I’m sorry if this sounded bad it’s my first request ever 😭

Hello anon! Thanks for the request 💙 didn't wanna go all in on nsfw but it's still spicyyy And no this wasn't bad at all! 😊

~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~

Tough lover

includes: teasing, fingering, denial, touching, cursing, insulting, enemies to lovers, flirting, aged up to 18 for legal reasons

NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+

1.7k words

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Ao'nung watched as you practiced your swimming skills in a secluded bay not too far from the village. He didn't even try to hide his stare at all. Of course you felt his eyes on your back constantly and it lead your stomach to develop a weird feeling. No matter how hard you tried to focus, knowing that Ao'nung watched every movement and every breath twisted your mind completely.

You tried to calm your senses to try to dive again, but as soon as you were submerged below the surface your arms completely lost track of themselves and you immediately kicked your way back up.

It was frustrating, even more because Ao'nung watched. You glared over to where he stood but he was nowhere to be seen anymore. 'Finally' you thought to yourself and exhaled in relief. Before you could take another breath you felt something wrap around your ankle and pull you under the water surface again.

Shrieking in surprise and panic you quickly returned to the surface all shivering as you tried to free yourself from the grip.

Soon, Ao'nung rose out of the water right next to you, chuckling at the face you made after you coughed out the water in your throat.

"You're still making no progress, huh, forest girl?" he grinned, immediately earning a punch against his chest from you.

"One day I'll feed you to my ikran and watch it slowly devouring you, fish lip."

Ao'nung only chuckled at your threat, knowing that your tough facade was nothing but a setup. He just knew that you had a soft core behind all these platings you had caved yourself into.

"Still feisty, are you, y/n?"

"At least I'm not ugly."

"That makes two of us." Ao'nung teased with his brows arching at his own words.

"What do you want?" you groaned annoyed, rolling your eyes at the sight of his visage.

Before he answered he grabbed you by your waist and and pulled you closer, guiding you into the deeper water. His touch made your heart flutter, but you only frowned at the touch.

"I'm only helping you."

You tried to free yourself from his touch to get back to the shore.

"I don't need your help!"

He wasn't surprised at your harsh voice, as if he wasn't used to that already. Over the last few months he had figured out he didn't hate you. No, quite the opposite. Ao'nung liked you. A lot.

But showing his love meant teasing, teasing and more teasing. Not just you, but all of your siblings suffered from this.

He wasn't someone to pick you pretty flowers or take you out to eat with him, he showed his feelings by trying to break through your wall, and damn it, was he eager to do so.

With squinted eyes you protested against him. "Fuck off! Let me go you little shit! Get your disgusting fish fins off me, i don't want you to touch me! Neteyam will beat the shit out of you when I tell him--"

"y/n?" he asked with his sly grin. His voice so close to your ear made you shiver.

"Open your eyes."

For some odd reason you did what he asked of you and caught your own arms tightly wrapped around his neck because you still couldn't swim properly. His hands floated in the water and held you and him over the surface with slow circling motions. You hadn't even noticed how you wrapped your own legs around his hips and he had let go of your body.

You blushed heavily as you realized how tight you wrapped your limbs around this man, but he simply chuckled at your reaction.

"Getting touchy after all, forest girl?"

"Shut up and bring me back right now!"

Ao'nung patted your head with one hand, guiding it up to look at him, and you did. There was a certain gleam in his eyes, making him seem somewhat unpredictable. His face was only a few inches away from yours.

"And what if I don't?" he teased, resting his hand on your thigh. You hiccuped at his touch, turning your face away. He was not meant to see how embarrassed you were.

"Come on, stop pretending you hate me. I know you don't."

You didn't answer.

"Shall I prove it to you?"

"Ao'nung get me back-" your voice fell silent as you felt his warm lips against your neck, trailing down to your collarbone.

Unintentionally whimpering you bit your lower lip, hoping he hadn't heard, but his chuckle said something else.

You were melting under his touch, unable to maintain your hateful expression. Physical contact between you two was nothing new, but it usually consisted of much more unpleasant punches, bites, kicks and hair or tail pulling.

Your legs shaked as his lips captured the soft skin of your neck before passionately dragging his tongue over the few marks he had left.

Without even intending to do so, your legs wrapped around his hips tighter while you bit onto your lower lip.

It was as if he took control of your body.

Both of his hands traveled from your thighs up to your hips, shivering at the touch.

"Let me go!" you protested again, even if you were aware of the fact that he did not hold you at all.

He withdrew his hands for a while and his grin only grew bigger.

"You're the one clinging onto me."

Ashamed of your own actions you tried to hide your face, pushing it against his shoulder. A deep chuckle rumbled through his body, you could feel the bass of his voice sending vibrations through you as well.

"You know", he started, resting his hands on your thighs again, "I think I like having you so close. Without you punching me and all of that. And I'm sure if you're honest to yourself, you do too."

"How would you know?!" you hissed, to which he only clicked his tongue in amusement. Ao'nungs thumbs caressed your inner thighs, forcing a few more whimpers out of you.

"You should hear yourself. These sweet noises that you make, as if your body is begging for me to touch you. You can stop playing though now, let me explore your weak side."

His hand slowly but surely found its way in between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed core.

With wide eyes you opened your mouth, telling him to stop, not to touch you, to leave you alone, but nothing came out. Your breath hitched while he massaged your most sensitive area, irregularly inhaling and exhaling.

"See? You're not even stopping me. I knew that deep down you're not as cold-hearted as you'd like to be. You like me, don't you?"

You felt ashamed. He could just make your thick walls crumble in seconds. How was that even possible? Usually you'd be the toughest in his presence specifically, but all of that was gone now.

Since you did not protest he pushed the fabric of your loincloth aside and kept stroking your folds. He could sense your arousal. Hear it, smell it, but also feel it.

Your teeth met his skin as he slipped a finger between your folds, teasingly circling over the bundle of nerves thst made you whine against his shoulder.

He lifted your chin from his shoulder to watch your expression twist in pleasure as his middle finger teased your opening to relax, and as much as you fought against it internally, you soon did.

"Oh, you should see your pretty face when I" he paused, only to push his middle finger into you while his thumb continued to cirle over your clit, "do this."

In shame you breathed out his name, bucking your hips against his hand.

He hummed, carefully observing your visage while his finger curled inside of you.

"Have you ever touched yourself like this? You feel amazing around my fingers." He mumbled, eyes focused on yours as they rolled back.

"I wonder if that pretty little face of yours could look any sweeter." You couldn't look into his eyes. You were too ashamed. All this time you had made sure to keep your guard up, not expecting he could actually break it down that simple.

Another finger was soon inserted inside of your tight core, making you squirm at his touch.

"You're so cute when you look like this."

His other hand easily slipped under the loosely woven top that covered your chest barely and in no time he found your nipples, twisting them between two fingers.

It was too much. His pumping fingers inside of you while he stimulated your clit and your breasts, you couldn't take it for too long and he could feel it. Your walls squeezed his fingers as if your body wished for them to stay in there. Your head fell forward against his shoulders as you clawed your arms around him, hips bucking against his touch. Ao'nung enjoyed these lust filled moans that spilled out of your mouth over and over again, motivating him to put some more pressure onto your clit.

It was the last bit that you needed to cum around his fingers, grinding your hips against his hand until all of his movements came to an end. He slowly pulled out of your hot core and brought both hands to your waist.

"who could have guessed? The tough forest freak, sounding so sweet and lovely" the chief's son teased, snaking both arms around your waist to that you could let go of him and rest in his arms, still shivering. A good while passed like this. It was just you and him out there, all pressed against one another. How could you ever look into his eyes again now that he knew that you had a weakness for him?

"I'll hold you, y/n." he whispered into your ear gently, wanting you to relax your limbs. His voice seemed do gentle and pure right now. Your legs slowly let go of him just like your arms. They only held onto his neck lightly anymore while you floated in his embrace.

"I don't rememeber us ever being this close without trying to kill each other" Ao'nung huffed. For the first time in a long while you finally managed to get some words out as well.

"Your chances of me killing you are higher than ever. I swear I'll feed you to my ikran." But instead of fighting against him, something deep in your stomach told you to just snuggle against him and trust him with holding you over the water surface.

"I love you too, my sweet little forest girl."

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[torukmaktoskxawng]

the perfect fit

Pairing: Aged up!Ao'nung x Aged up Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Request by: @froggieface

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, aged-up characters, rough smut, p in v, mentions of choking, nudity, creampie, cock warming, dirty talk, etc.

Words: 3k+

Taglist: @aonungmyaddiction (because you wanted to be tagged in anything Ao'nung related. I hope that's still okay!)

Prompts used: #17, Stealing or Sharing Clothes

Na'vi Words: ilu - plesiosaur like animal, marui - home/pod, tewng - loincloth, yawne - beloved, tsaheylu - the bond

A/N: Doesn't correlate with any Kinktober prompts, except for choking but we already surpassed that lol. Thanks for the wait and enjoy my first avatar x reader smut :) I did stray away from certain aspects from the original request so I'm sorry about that, was desperate to get it done.

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It all started when Ao'nung had been in an ilu incident earlier that week. When helping herd a predator away from the reef, his ilu was startled and began to buck and swim wildly to the point where the poor thing couldn't figure out which way was up or down. Amidst the chaos, Ao'nung had been flung and shoved into bystanding coral, cutting up part of his right arm. His hunting party brought him home immediately after scaring away the danger. It was only a superficial, non-threatening wound. The cut was long but not deep, and Ao'nung had barely bled, but to refrain from swelling, his mother advised him not to wear his usual adornments on his arm for the rest of the week.

This brings Y/n to her current predicament, trying to find something new to wear for tonight's upcoming celebration for the new season. Scrounging around hers and Ao'nung's shared marui, she was partially frustrated that she hadn't made something new for this event even though she had known about it for weeks. Rummaging through her things, she had come up with some old tops and loincloths she hadn't worn in a while and thought they would be perfect for tonight's event. She might as well refresh her old style and make it new and exciting as she wanted to stand out, but over the years, she had started changing her style so much to the point where none of her current jewelry matched the older clothes. So now she was frustrated with herself that she, yet again, didn't make anything new for the festivities. 

She decides to rummage around her mate's things and immediately finds his armband, the one Ao'nung always wore but currently wasn't due to his small arm injury. Y/n beams while holding the armband, running her thumb over the sea hemp weaving and the scattered iridescent shell chips. She goes to place the band on her respective arm and feels a small pang of disappointment when she realizes it was too large. At the same time, she felt amused, and her cheeks felt warm, knowing that her mate's arms were more prominent. Scrambling for ideas on what to do with the armband instead, a small, devious thought crossed Y/n's mind.

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Later at the celebration, Ao'nung will see what devious thought that would be for himself. He hadn't been able to meet back up with Y/n before the day turned to night and the festivities rolled around.  The communal fire was set ablaze, and the drums and singing had already started before Ao'nung finally caught a glance of his lovely mate.

He and Rotxo were standing off to the side and watching the dancers swirl around the fire like a wave, working forward and back on the shoreline. Ao'nung was looking around to see if he could spot Y/n among all the dancers before Rotxo nudged him, grabbing his attention. His friend is pointing off to the long row of dancers, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and recognition.

"Hey. Isn't that your armband?"

Ao'nung follows Rotxo's gaze and his finger, finally finding Y/n in the crowd. She was wearing a beautifully beaded top and a matching loincloth that Ao'nung didn't recognize, but greatly appreciated the way the outfit looked on his mate's body, admiring how the band holding up her loincloth hugged her hips and accentuated the color of her skin, making the cloth itself look as though its covering Y/n by itself. The top was made of seagrass dyed a light blue color, so light to the point where it nearly blended in with the rest of Y/n, giving off the impression she was practically nude. Many bystanders' jaws dropped and they had to look a second time just to realize that she was, in fact, clothed, then they all continued to watch her in awe. Y/n was none the wiser, more focused on the dancing than the people around her.

And settled around her neck, acting as a choker, was Ao'nung's favorite iridescent shell armband.

Ao'nung's eyes could not leave her neck, gaze completely fixated on that very familiar armband that Y/n was treating as a necklace. It was a perfect fit, he noted in amazement and a growing fascination. A band that could easily fit over his arm was now perfectly snug against his mate's beautiful neck and Ao'nung almost envied it. He envied the fact that his armband was currently wrapped around Y/n's neck and whatever warmth that was growing in his gut made it known. The flash of hot jealousy blazes through Ao'nung's body, heating up his skin in a way the communal fire couldn't, his envy perfectly residing alongside the hot desire he also felt. He had to refrain from gaping like a fool by clamping his mouth shut, forcefully swallowing back whatever stupid sounds he nearly let out at the sight of his woman.

Y/n could feel eyes on her, all around the ceremonial fires. So many people were looking at her, and while she didn't visibly show it, her skin was hot under so much attention, but her mind was only focused on one. Her gaze flicks to the spot where she last saw Ao'nung, and to her delight, he was already staring at her, unwavering while Rotxo was none the wiser. Y/n knew that look from anywhere, and a warm stirring made itself known between her legs, fired by the heated gaze that was her mate. Suddenly, Y/n didn't feel up to dancing anymore. At least, not the public celebrating kind.

She easily slipped away from the party without any protests, waiting until the song changed to swiftly break from the dance circle. Her skin cooled as she drew further away from the bonfires, walking into the night, her feet sinking into the sand. Y/n made her way to the nearest floating pathway and lifted herself up, standing up straight and peering over her shoulder back the way she came. Sure enough, another figure had crept away from the celebration, and her adrenaline stirred once more when she recognized the hair and tattoos anywhere. The figure was heading toward Y/n, picking up speed, and so, while barely containing her excitement, the young woman turned and sprinted down the walkways weaving through the village, never taking the time to look back again until she could get to the marui.  

Not a second into stepping into her home, Y/n was ambushed by the figure that caught up behind her, a laugh forced out of her lungs when large, strong arms wrapped around her from behind and carried her further into the pod. Catching her breath, Y/n's laughter was quickly replaced by breathy moans as Ao'nung swiftly hid his face and kissed her neck. He didn't start off slow or gentle, his teeth only determined to mark and brand, especially around the area where his armband rested around her neck.

The moment she tried to grind her backside against his loincloth earned a low growl from him before he purposely pulled away, spinning her around to face him. Y/n immediately leaned in for a kiss, but instead, Ao'nung grabbed her arms and shoved her down onto the sleeping mat, just hard enough to get her to gracefully trip and get his point across. Once lying on her back, Y/n's heart stuttered with the way her mate stood over her, strong shoulders rising and falling with his heavy breaths, muscles clenching up and down his arms as his hands curled into tight fists. He looked feral, teeth grinding together to further show just how much he was restraining himself from practically tearing her apart, only doing so with his eyes, the color in his orbs vanished in exchange for the deep-rooted hunger.

Ao'nung watches his woman for a moment, her body laid out on the mat, squirming under his gaze, eyes completely fixed on him. Her top was barely covering her hardening nipples, her breasts rising and falling quickly to compliment her small, excited gasps of air. She makes a subtle movement, her knees knocking together as she closes her legs. She thought Ao'nung wouldn't notice, but all of his senses were heightened in his arousal and his eyes quickly darted to the small movement. Y/n whimpered, wishing to rub her legs together for some much-needed friction, but felt her whole body freeze under her husband's gaze, unwilling to move without his permission.

The marui slipped into silence while Ao'nung's eyes raked up and down her body, analyzing her, before another growl slipped out of his lips and he knelt down, crawling over his mate's body and pressing his hips to flush against hers. She lets out a small gasp, arching her back to meet his body heat, wishing more than anything to grind against his loincloth. Aside from pressing down onto her, he doesn't move the way she needs him to. Instead, he ducked his head back down into the juncture of her neck, his words hot and prickling her skin, "You have no idea what you do to me, wearing that around your neck. Do you have any idea how much self-control I had to quickly gain before I could foolishly march over to you and put my hand around its respective spot, right around your throat?"

She felt her whole body shiver, closing her eyes as she tried to imagine it. Her womb definitely flutters at the idea of Ao'nung marching up to her in the middle of a party, not caring if other people see when he wraps his hand around her neck and squeezes. She imagined other things, too, like Ao'nung taking her right in the middle of that celebration, never letting up until she orgasmed at least three times. 

Her thoughts are cut short as he begins to kiss down her body while his hand lightly rests on her collar, just shy of her neck, "Imagine all the restraint I had to possess before I could make it known how jealous I was to see my armband around your throat when my hands are literally right here, ma'yawntu."

His kisses reach below her belly button and her legs move on their own to create room for him, spreading apart despite the desire to rub together and create friction. She finds comfort in his weight pressing down between her legs, pushing her tewng aside as she sighs up at the ceiling, "I'm sorry. You can wrap your hands around me now, husband. Right where they belong."

"No," she squirms and whimpers as his hot breath fans over the wetness that began to slowly leak from her pussy, "You don't get whatever you want after pulling a stunt like that. You don't get to have the rush of my fingers tightening around your throat tonight. You should've thought of that before taking my armband as a replacement," his fingers that lay on her collar faintly tap the shells of her new choker, "Now, as punishment, you get to keep wearing this... and only this."

He pulls away from the heat of her cunt and she softly cries at the loss. He moves his way up her body again, removing both of their clothing as he goes, until there is nothing left between them other than the choker, as promised. And Eywa above, the moon was peeking through their home and reflecting off of the damned piece of jewelry, hugging Y/n's neck gently and glowing as if it was made of magic. She looked like a goddess, her cheeks flushed and hair in disarray, the glowing necklace further complimenting the lust in her eyes, half-lidded while looking up at her mate. Ao'nung would normally take the time to memorize this moment, distracted by her beauty and wishing to draw out every soft sigh and moan out of her perfectly formed lips. But the glint coming off of the choker quickly reminded him of the possessiveness he felt earlier, and suddenly he was going back to ravaging her body, relentless in making her squeal and move either away or toward his mouth wherever he kissed or bit down. He was charged up and barely able to form a clear thought through the haze in his head, his instincts only focusing on one thing.

She was so caught up in the bites and kisses mapping out her skin, she failed to notice that Ao'nung had moved his other hand down his own body and ran his fingers along his bulging slit, urging his huge, leaking erection to slip out. She's not given a warning before she feels his large cock slowly push into her, a little snug and making the most obscured squelching noises. Y/n stutters out a loud gasp, squeezing her eyes shut, "Ah-- agnh-!"

She's barely wet enough to make the intrusion easy, so there's a pleasant pain mixing in with the pleasure, that familiar tightness deep in her gut slowly forming, warm with a promise of undeniable pleasure. With her eyes closed, she's unable to see when Ao'nung will be fully seated into her, so the sensation that he was still slowly pushing in only heightened her desperation for more. Imagine her surprise when she thought he was all the way in and he still kept going. It was agonizingly slow and she held her breath through it all, right up until she felt the tip of his cock prod against the soft wall of her womb, his pelvis now flushed against hers once again, finally fully seating him inside her tight, warm walls.

There wasn't any time for adjusting as Ao'nung quickly pulled out and thrust back in, moving his mate up the mat at the force of his hips. Y/n could only take it, knowing her own hips would bruise in the morning by the strength of his thrusts, pistoning in and out of her wet heat, "Ah-- Ao'nung! W-Wait--"

Her words had the opposite effect, and Ao'nung's hands reached down to tightly grab hold of her legs, lifting them up into the air and pressing them down against Y/n until her knees were practically hugging her head, folding her in half. It's just the leverage he needed to go faster, mercilessly pounding into her body, showing off his fangs as he watched his cock spread her glistening lower lips apart, the tight muscle ring hugging around him now puffy from the abuse. The stretch is erotic and borderline painful, filling Y/n without any chance of leaving any room inside while her hands frantically look for a perch to hold onto. One hand grabs the back of her own thigh while the other finds its home around the back of Ao'nung's neck. The pinch of her eyebrows that usually represents pain finally smoothens out into pleasure around the same time Ao'nung noticed it was getting easier to thrust in and out, the wet slick from her pussy drenching both of their thighs and sticking whenever their hips meet. 

Ao'nung slips out a groan when he feels the tightness of her walls clenching around his length, gripping him in waves of ecstasy, "Feels... so good..."

"Don't stop," Y/n tilts her head back to lean against the mat, her neck fully exposed and presenting that sinful armband that got this whole thing started, "Oh, Eywa, please don't stop!"

"First you wanted me to wait, now you don't want meet to stop," the glint in his eye was dangerous as a grin slowly formed on his lips, presenting his fangs again. He clicks his tongue while shaking his head, "Tsk, which will it be, yawne?"

"Mmf!" Her answer is silenced by the sharp thrust of his hips pushing into hers once more, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot to make her see stars, "O- Oh! Do that again, please! Feel so good, Ao'nung-! So strong and--"

She cuts herself off when his cock thrusts back in and hits her sweet spot once more, drawing an elongated moan out of her lips. Taking a deep breath, Y/n pleasantly feels her new choker gently hugging her neck when inhaling, only for the air to get knocked out of her again when Ao'nung pulls out and shoves his way back into her dripping pussy, gritting through his teeth when feeling his length begin to tighten and leak, "And?"

Tears began to prick in the corner of her eyes. Her peak felt so close and yet so far away like a crash waving that was quickly receding back and forth, back and forth, denying her that climax, "Big! It's so big. Please, my love, please don't stop!"

A coil snaps and Ao'nung's movements suddenly turn primal. He stops thrusting for only a moment, making Y/n cry and spill her tears, desperate and frustrated for her release. He makes quick work to lie down on his side and pull Y/n into his arms, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of her. Tightening his strong arms completely around her body, he's got his mate completely restrained, pressed tightly against the front of his body as he finally moves his hips again, quicker than before and pounding into her bruised cunt without any sign of stopping. Y/n's cries and hot pants in his ear only drive the animal out of him, his arms further tightening around her like a constricting snake, taking whatever he wants without any room for denial. His cock was so unbelievably hard now and pulsing, desperate for release, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic, "Yawne... fuck, yawne I need you to cum before me. Can you do that? Can you cum on this cock before this cock cums inside you?"

The promise of Ao'nung finishing inside her thrills Y/n to the point she felt lightheaded, her imagination running wild with her pussy clenching around his cock at the very thought of it, drawing out another string of curses from him. He has one of her legs wrapped around his waist in this position, splitting her open on his fat cock and dragging his length against her walls over and over again, each time hitting her cervix with his tip, right where he knows will have her seeing stars. Her thighs begin to tremble, unable to writh against him with his arms so tight around her.

She whimpered as he purposely stopped and dragged a slow, long thrust in and out of her, not speeding up until she finally remembered to answer, "Yes-- Yes! I wanna cum on your cock, Ao'nung. I need it so bad, fuck! I need you to cum inside of me. Please, claim me."

His hips pick up speed again and she has to bite her tongue to refrain from screaming, instead letting choked-out whines escape her throat. On top of his hips thrusting in and out of her, Ao'nung also uses his arms to move Y/n up and down on his cock, her nipples dragging up and down along his chest as he does so and driving her to gasp and spill all sorts of words out of her lips, praises and nicknames and curses and none of them entirely put together. The coil in her belly is wound so tight, practically oozing out the warm honey within, but not snapping and releasing. It's all too much and not enough to the point that Y/n is dumb on words and spewing nonsense. 

All she could smell was sweat and arousal and him, eyes still stinging with tears while the inside of her thighs are full of slick and Ao'nung's cock, pulsing inside her whenever he thrusts in, just as desperate to let go. She tilts her head up to look at him and watches as he grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together with eyes screwed shut, trying to focus so as not to cum early. He's whining and moaning, hissing between his teeth, his sweat sticking his curls to his face. He opens his eyes and looks down, seeing her eyes on him. Without a second thought, he reaches a hand up and curls into the hair on the back of her head, pulling until she bares her neck to him. Pain blooms where he pulled her hair and further blooms on her neck as he sinks his teeth into it, his growl vibrating into her skin and sending shockwaves down her body, "Cum for me, mate. Cum on my cock now."

She screams, holding onto him for dear life as the coil finally snaps, sending both herself and Ao'nung over the edge. Her walls were sporadically fluttering around him as she climaxes, strangling his cock until Ao'nung let out a guttural noise and his cock finally spills everything inside her, coating her walls and spurting thick ropes into her cervix. He couldn't help the loud panting groans he let out into her neck as his balls continued to empty, keeping it all trapped inside his mate.

He initially tries to stop, stilling his hips while continuing to pump and fill his love to the brim, but then her hands find his waist and urge him closer. Her voice is broken and a little hoarse as she desperately grinds down onto his dick, "Keep going... keep going, please!"

He does what she begs for and it's fucking amazing. Ao'nung had to grind his teeth together so that his moans and whimpers weren't heard outside of their marui, his cock now oversensitive from the continuous friction, a feeling he's never felt before since he's never fully ridden out his high. The friction also hits Y/n's clit with how close they're pressed together, and her eyes roll back into her head as another wave of pleasure runs through her, though more calm and minuscule compared to the last.

Ao'nung finally slows to a stop but doesn't pull out, keeping his softening cock inside of her, too warm and comfortable to even think about moving, her walls now rhythmically pulsing around him. The exhaustion doesn't hesitate to take over, arms and legs wrapped around one another to a point where it's uncertain where one begins and another ends. Y/n pleasantly wonders if she should wear Ao'nung's armband more often, and perhaps the next time he decides to fuck her to oblivion they will remember to form tsaheylu before they get too desperate to properly think.

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Y/n's ceremonial outfit is a small nod toward Marilyn Monroe's "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" dress, when the dress gave off the initial impression that Marilyn was nude and sent the audience gasping in shock when she walked on stage and took off her coat.

[neteyamyawne]

OKAY WAIT- Submissive Ao'nung begging to make Tsaheylu while you overstimulate him into a needy lil brat??? "Y-yawne-" - "Shhh~"

(Yes, Im just as awkward-----^)

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Y'all are getting fed cuz ohh boy am i ovulating 😭

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For @neteyamswillow, my current bbg, Ily!!

Smut under the cut mdni!!!!

He whimpered as he reached your waist to pull you off his overly sensitive pulsating cock, your wet folds sinking down on him with another breathy moan Tumbling from your lips.

His attempts were good for nothing as fat tears rolled down his flushed teal cheeks, your hands on his chest, chasing your upteenth orgasm as he begged to go slow, fucking him low and slow, drawling out the climax as much as you can, making him suffer in immense pleasure.

He looked up at you with teary eyes, mouth agape as he panted heavily leaning against the palm tree, the bark digging into his back but he didn't care, all his attention was on the way your pussy swallowed his cock like a snug glove designed for him, but the overwhelming sensation was making him go CRAZY as he watched your hips roll over his, your lewd moans were music to his ears, the jiggle and bounce of your tits were just enough to make him loose himself in you.

His tail thrashed like a wild cat, biting down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud, your Siren eyes knew everything, your submissive little plaything loved it when you-

"what happened, big boy? Go on, scream out my name, say my name, let them know who you belong to"

You crooned in his neck as he moaned, his grip on your waist tightened as he felt himself getting closer to another nerve-wracking orgasm "um'ma please- please go slow, yawne, fuck!-"

he groaned loudly as goosebumps spread through your body when he came and painted your red walls white, thick ropes of cum coating your pussy, not long before you came after him, gushing over his twitching cock still buried deep inside you.

You laid on top of him, both of you a panting plie of mess as his breath staggered, your face in his neck, planting soft kisses on the smooth skin of his chest and neck, sucking playfully time to time, his hands roaming on your back and hair.

He whimpered softly holding your hand softly and brought his braid forward for you to see, the pink tendrils of his queue dancing together "y- yawne- pha- please" begging you desperately but be was cut off by your kiss on his lips, silencing him into oblivion as his lips moved against yours, pulling you closer.

"shh shh~ I know I know" you whispered, your breath fanning over his lips, resting your forehead on his as you brought your kuru over and connected them, both of your gasps filled the air around you, your minds intertwined together on a level above a physical understanding.

"Ole nagti kameie" he whispered, tail wagging behind, forehead to forehead, nose to nose as he smiled softly.

"Ole nagti kameie"

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[heyybaejjk]

༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ human boyfriend ao'nung hcs <3

pairing: human!aonung x human!fem reader

summary/notes: boyfriend ao'nung headcanons, human & in high school. ao'nung & reader are both 18.

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood! making out, implied smut but nothing too far

A lot of his peers from school assume he's just some muscular, hot headed guy with an ego so big, when in actuality he's not.

He was, until he met you.

People change, people don't change. He was the first factor.

People naturally assume Ao'nung is the type to just buy you expensive shit that have no meaning, but he really puts thought into every little thing he buys or crafts himself.

Also assuming that your relationship with Ao'nung was going to end after one month.

How could that possibly happen if he is head over heels for you?

Mans is caught off guard by the thought of you, even when you're not there with him physically

Brags about you, his kind and sweet girlfriend 25/8 just because.

"Bro my girl is so fucking cute, she met my mum yesterday and brought her flowers. like??? if you want me to get on my knees, just say so babe. My dad and Tsireya love her already... AND OH MY GOSH, my baby sister, Luna, Y/N held her for five seconds and Luna was already so smiley and giggling. Like yeah Luna, I get the same feeling,"

"We've heard this shit for the last 10 minutes" his friend rolls his eyes playfully.

When he's playing basketball with his friends, he's the type to shout "Oi, this is for my missus" before shooting the ball, and making it in.

Laughs at Lo'ak when he attempts to shoot for Tsireya but misses the hoop completely 😹

"Mean ass airball" is all Ao'nung says while chuckling

Bites back to the mfs who want him, even when they know damn well he's got a girlfriend

He posts about you every hour of the day, how could anyone not know ☠️

rayraybae has sent you a message!

rayraybae: hey you got some fine ass back muscles

m.nung: i will literally make a film of my girlfriend leaving scratch marks all over my back, back the fuck up.

Ao'nung says before blocking the user that texted. Rolling his eyes, he places his phone on the night table of yours. Sitting up from his position, his arms wrap around your waist as you sat on the edge of your bed. He lifts you easily on his lap as you let out a soft squeal. "Ao'nung!" you softly say, blushing intensely.

"Let me hold you, baby," he says smirking into your neck, pecking along your shoulder trailing up. Whispering into your ear, "I want us to try something."

Grabbing your phone and press onto the camera icon before hitting record. Placing your phone on the side table while his phone lit up with notifications. Getting the perfect landscape angle of the both of you, as he lays on top of giving your neck slow and sensual kisses. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his phone repeatedly turning on and off, yet he ignored it as he was too busy with the lovemaking you were about to do.

That little thing he said before was half true and half untrue.

Truthful to making you scream his name while scratching his back, recording it all

The untrue factor was sending it.

He respects you and knows your boundaries (every relationship has boundaries ofc) he only really said it to her because bro just loves to argue and brag about his girlfriend

Every recording you make, whether on his or your phone stayed between you two.

Posts a lot about you. His insta story, his tiktoks, twitter acc = all about you. Lets you make tiktoks on his account to show you off

But sets his comments only for his mutuals, he doesn't fuck with the comments that talk about you as if you aren't his.

Hell, his bio on everything is "@y/nnnnn 💓" or "i love my girlfriend."

Trusts you 100%, doesn't force you to give him your passwords to anything nor asks to check your phone

Spams your camera roll so much, like a lot.

Once he sees your phone without you around, he's already on your camera roll

"Mama. Mama, come. I got y/n's phone, she's in the bathroom. Pose with Luna. Smile Mum." he says with a hushed tone, smiling with his arm around his mother's shoulder. Ronal chuckles at her son's actions, the newborn baby in her arms, she lays her head on his shoulder as she sees in the camera her newborn baby lying against her chest.

"Hey! Let me be in it!" Tsireya quietly whispers before making her way beside Ronal, kissing her cheek as Ao'nung presses the shutter button.

That happened last week because now Ao'nung was smothering kisses all over your face while you giggled after he saw your new lock screen.

He loves to send paragraphs

Loves typing (even writing letters) paragraphs all about you. From the way your laughter sounds like a melody from Eywa, how your smile along with your pearly white teeth make him also smile, how your soul ties him in.

He loves pda, but not the type where you both makeout with each other's tongue down your throat

(i have a couple from my school who does this & it makes me wanna cry cos literally stop & go to class pls.)

Holding hands, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, hugging, kissing your knuckles (uses you as an armrest to tease you but stops when you elbow his side.)

Forehead kisses, kisses on the cheek & pecks, that's how far he'll go in public.

in private, BROS GOING HAM DURING MOUTH TO MOUTH SESH.

"Nung," you let out a breathy laugh as you feel your boyfriend trail kisses from the side of your mouth down to your neck.

"Hm?" he mumbles, lightly sucking and licking the sweet spot of your neck. You moan lightly, too immersed in the pleasure. "O-oh!" you gasp slightly, your hands now on the back of his head, bringing him closer.

"Nevermind, keep going," you say as you feel Ao'nung smirk into your neck.

Loves to spoil you.

Whether it be with clothes, makeup, shoes, stuffed bears. Anything.

But his most favourite are handmade gifts

He loves it when you shyly hide your squeal of excitement to everything, but when he pulls out an origami rose that he sprayed with your favourite perfume rather than an expensive stuffed bear, he loves seeing the glimmer in your eyes

Since you're his baby, he's already got both the handmade and the expensive shit hiding in his bag.

As he pulls out the bouquet of paper-coloured flowers from behind his back, he watches as you hide your squeal with your small hand, a bright blush appears on your face as you bring him into a tight hug, your head on his chest. You pull away before rocking from side to side shyly as you look to the ground, hiding back a smile as you hold onto the bouquet softly.

"Thank you, Nung, they are absolutely cute. I love them," you say politely, your nose slightly red. You stand on your tippy toes as you kiss his cheek. He smiles gently at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, walking with you. "Well, I love you."

He will fight for you, doesn't care if the person is taller or more muscular (as if he's not already the tallest mf in school 🧍‍♀️)

Will never, ever bring up the fact that he got his ass beat by Lo'ak when he was 15

If Lo'ak were the one to bring it up to you, he'd definitely tell Tsireya about all the stank ass piss stains he used to leave on his bed when he was sixteen.

Neteyam told Ao'nung this because he just felt like it. Or maybe Lo'ak just pissed him off that day, who knows.

Safe to say that if they sparred now, Lo'ak's ass is 6 feet underground.

But they're best friends now, won't ever happen.

"He what? Where the fuck is he?" He angrily says, throwing his bag off his back harshly. You look around frantically, "Nung, really. It's okay," you calmly say as you grab his bag before following behind him, trying to grab one of his arms.

"No, no, no, he touched your thigh when you told him to stop."

He walks around the halls and finally spots the guy he was searching for. Rushing up to him as you call out his name from behind, stopping as you figured it was no use. Grabbing him by his collar, he harshly throws the guy up against a wall. As people surround the two, you can only watch as his friends try and pry him away from the poor, shaken up boy. Lo'ak who made his way beside you, grinning at the sight.

"I would've gotten my ass beat if I tried to intervene," Lo'ak snickers. You roll your eyes before push his shoulder roughly as a joke.

Both your faces cringed and heard the crowd grow loud as you heard something from the crowd crack. A few seconds later, you see Ao'nung being pulled away from the crowd as the guy on the ground holds his nose, blood staining his hands.

You look over to your boyfriend who had an angered expression on his face, his shirt being pulled at as four of his friends pushed him back. His shirt slightly riling up, revealing his define V line and toned abs. "Touch my missus again, I'll fucking knock you out." You hear him yell out.

"He deserves some good head," you blurt out. Lo'ak side eyes you so fucking hard.

He walks you to class <333

If you have a class together, best believe mans is seated next to you

But if he knows one of your best friend's in the same class, he rather you sit with them

He feels like you spend a lot of time with him & rarely with your friend group, so he feels slightly guilty

Although you feel the opposite as you've sorted a way to spend time equally with both him & your friends, you give him a soft peck on the lips for the lovely thought

If you do sit together though, it doesn't necessarily mean he'll be distracting you with kisses and secret whispers of affection

He knows education means a lot to you and knows when and when not to be affectionate

You do still hold hands under the table often, or link arms.

You both take notes, help each other out, ask each other on what you've misheard from the teacher

He does give your thigh or hand a comforting squeeze when he notices your brows furrow or a slight pout on your lips form, an overwhelming feeling taking over your body as you look stumped on a certain task

You both are mature people and can communicate, so he lets you speak your thoughts rather than going ahead and helping you immediately, if that makes sense

Only when you really feel like something is too much and you can't talk or communicate properly like you both usually can, that's when he drops his shit and soothes you.

"Would you like some help, baby?" he whispered soothingly, his hand comfortingly caressing your thigh, as he notices your confused expression. The rest of the class was too focused on their sheets of paper. You were too caught up in your thoughts that you let your hands massage the temple of your head. You shake your head, signalling no.

"It's okay if you don't know the answer immediately, sweets. You don't need to rush," His hand now on your back, sliding up and down slowly.

For a few seconds, he lets you take a breather, and you finally answer with a broken voice and a small whisper. "Can you help me please?"

"Of course, lovely," an arm around your shoulder and he kisses your temple. "Which part are you stuck on? We can break it down and solve it."

Doesn't give any care about who you're friends with, even if they're a guy. Will warn you or hint if he knows something is up with certain people.

Is protective, will always be there behind your back to defend you.

He has friends that are girls, but aren't close with them either. Even if he is close with another girl, bro never touches her. Just a simple dap is good enough to him.

As soon as he gets the "I got something to tell you." text from a girl.

Blocked. Sorry, but he literally blocks them.

He knows exactly what that six worded sentence means because those were the exact words he said to you before confessing.

He has a girlfriend and only has eyes for you, they should know better than to pull shit like that 🤷‍♀️.

my fingers hurt... from typing of course 🧍‍♀️ ANYWAY thats all i got, im tired LOLOL <333

[nilsavatar]

DAY 2 - EATING OUT

Parings: Ao'nung x Fem!human

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI, no use of Y/N, SMUT in the end, fingering, praising, size difference, soft-dom Ao'nung, fluff Ao'nung, oral (f receiving), slow-burn, ANGST, mention of KirixSpider. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: After Kiri's seizure, against all odds Jake convinces Ronal and Tonowari to agree to the temporary setup of a human camp at Awa'atlu. Ao'nung is against it, but meeting Spider's twin sister will change his mind about the aliens. Or at least about her.

Word Count: 6,6k

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In the eyes of any Na'vi, human beings knew nothing but destruction. They killed, they plundered, they looted, they stole.

Ao'nung was no exception, despite never having had a chance to meet one. His opinions were based on tales — far from flattering —, testimonies from the not-too-distant past, and the tulkun carcasses moored offshore. A single precise hole pierced their palate to the brain. Too precise to be an accidental wound. Therefore, when his parents agreed for a temporary lab to be set up near Awa'atlu following Kiri's seizure, Ao'nung fiercely opposed it. Never had he leveraged his title as he did that day.

"I appreciate your stance, ma‘itan (son), but you are not yet olo'eyktan. Until then, you will do as you are told."

He might have done as he was ordered, but that did not imply that he would become familiar with the ketuwong (aliens). Or so he believed. One thing about humans still eluded him. Something that would systematically dismantle all his beliefs.

Their immense complexity. Capable of atrocious cruelties, harbored in them also an incredible goodness. A combination of oxymorons made up the intricate human nature. Malice and kindness. Destructiveness and creativity. Cowardice and tenacity. Ignorance and intelligence.

Hatred and love.

Even the lowliest creature, as that who’d usurped and appropriated his world as if they had the authority, had beauty. He saw it in how they dealt with Kiri and the kind smiles they looked at Lo’ak from afar. They seemed to empathize with his discomfort and the feeling of being different, as they were just as out of place as he was on Eywa'eveng (Pandora). Even in the sympathetic or unaffected strains with which they accepted the coldness and suspicion of the natives. Neytiri included.

When contemplating the woman, the boy frequently pondered the reason for the intense hostility; after all, her husband was formally one of them. He knew their story though, as everyone on Pandora. His father himself was a constant reminder of it by the almost inexplicable condescension he reserved for the Sullys.  The legendary Toruk Makto and Palulukan Makto. The chosen ones who led the clans to victory against the Sky People. The same ones who now walked among the reef people with their tails between their legs. Quite literally.

He experienced firsthand the feeling of being a letdown and living in the constant shadow of a flawless sibling.

Tsireya. His sweet little sister, the family's ray of sunshine, was both loved and hated by him. At times, he found comfort in the idea that, if she did not exist, perhaps their parents would be less strict with him.

Na'vi and Terrestrials weren’t so different after all. The same conflicting feelings coexisted in their hearts. The same inconsistency. Like loving an alien in an artificial body, but abhorring his origins. And now that he had a way to deal with them every day, even if from a distance, he realized more and more how much they had in common. At first glance, they might have seemed absolutely diverse. Humans were so small in comparison, so vulnerable. A simple, well-aimed kick could have shattered their fragile bones. They looked delicate, their skin velvety soft. Women at least, from what little he had deduced observing the only human girl on the island. 

Celeste Socorro.

Besides her small size and complete unsuitability to survive on the satellite, her colors were all wrong and seemed to lack uniformity with other specimens of her species. A commonality, it appeared. Their hair varied between disparate shades, their complexions tended to be warm and earthy, and there was no trace of blue excluding the irises of some of them. Celeste wasn’t one of those, though. Her eyes were black; a sun-dried bark brown color made it challenging to distinguish the pupil unless carefully scrutinized. Straw-blond strands, often gathered in a loose ponytail, ran halfway down her back. A few unruly wisps fell to the edges of her mask. Like other humans, she had a sense of modesty that he couldn’t get. Her body was almost entirely veiled by clothing, which didn’t compliment her frame.

Another reason for calling her odd was he couldn't explain why he was interested in her. He should have felt disgust, or at least indifference, but instead, none of this seemed to shake him when his eyes rested on her petite figure. Indeed, he had even found himself looking for her in the crowd. It usually took place at times of maximum distraction. When none of his duties could occupy his day and he loitered around the village. Thoughts wandered, confused until they took the form of the girl. He was frequently bombarded by reality itself. As if to shout in his face that he could not elude her.

Today was no exception. Irritated as never by Celeste's visage intruding on his mind to pay attention to where his heavy legs were taking him, her voice infiltrated his ears. Looking around, Ao'nung realized he was right near the Sullys’ marui. Inside, Kiri was styling Celeste’s hair, while the girl held in her small hands a monitor depicting a scan of Kiri's brain — something he had learned in that brief time in contact with the aliens. From the way the halfbreed rolled her eyes, she was familiar with her friend’s rather authoritative recommendations. 

He had a certain fascination with tawtute (human) contraptions, despite having a fictional feel to native eyes. They were the preserve of a technological development aimed at minimizing the fate of their physical weakness.  He somehow admired their perseverance, their intellectual flare, their nearly utopian idea of progress, but at the expense of what? They had lost any kind of attachment to their intimate and spiritual sphere, chasing answers that did nothing but create new questions and new quests. That same progress that had been born with good intentions to improve their conditions, to help, to save, had repeatedly set them against each other. Because, apparently, the instinct of prevarication and the lure of power were stronger than anything else. Devoid of unified purpose, they were nothing more than a dull shell of flesh.

An incredibly cute wrapper if they had asked his opinion about the human girl without an avatar.

“Even though I know he isn’t our father, he has his memory. He’s built on his genetic code. I can’t help but wonder if a side of him loves us. If he loved our mother.” The silence that had fallen was suffocating when she spoke again. “It seemed like it when he recognized us. The way he looked at us. He wasn’t just surprised; his eyes were the same Jake has for you. He had the eyes of a father, even if it lasted only for a moment. Spider and his mouth,” she mumbled in a bitter laugh. “That’s the only way I can keep my wits, knowing that my brother is in his hands.” 

Brother, he didn’t know she had a brother. But thinking about it, he made a brief connection to the human boy the Sully siblings often mentioned, and everything became tremendously obvious. Ao'nung wondered about the number of others who shared their situation. Terrestrial children born on Pandora. Normally, that would have made his skin crawl, but not today. Not as he eyed Celeste.

“We'll set him free," Kiri said with the sweetest of smiles adorning her face in a purple blush. Her gaze lost in emptiness as expert fingers danced over the fragile scalp of the girl sitting in front of her, intent on sorting the top section of her hair into soft braids and joining them in a single one. The remaining locks fell in graceful waves over her shoulders and around the small of her waist. Celeste snorted sourly, "When? When will your father decide to stop burying his head in the sand?" Her friend’s hands froze as she winced at the viciousness of those words, at the suffering that flowed from the rigidity of her posture. Her expression, once infused with tender hopefulness, now radiated immense sadness. Kiri knew deep in her heart that her parents would do nothing to take Spider back. Neytiri despised them as humans and Jake… Well, Jake felt pity for the Socorro twins, he saw himself in them. Having them around was like reliving the half-life he had before he became Omatikaya. A feeling for which he would give anything to never have to face it again, to bury it along with his past. Because, in a way, he felt like he had stolen the serenity he now had. From Tsu'tey. From Grace.

From Tommy.

They’d all lost their life for him to gain something instead. He’d gained a home, a mate, a family. Enough for him to no longer be invulnerable. If once he had nothing to lose, now he had everything to lose. He would do anything, make any gesture to safeguard what was his greatest strength, but above all, his greatest weakness.

Even sacrifice an innocent kid.

"Cel-" “No, don’t make up excuses for them. Don't insult me by saying they're waiting for the perfect moment to rescue him. They ain't gonna do that. As long as Quaritch doesn’t pull enough strings to force your parents out, no one will do anything.” Celeste’s eyes burned like glowing embers as she stared into Kiri’s liquid amber ones. Sorry to bring this up. I hoped our reunion would be better. The joy of seeing you again, my BFF, my sis, lingered with me. But… you bailed on us and left us to face the RDA alone.  The Omatikaya are standing up to defend the rainforest. The Timpani are their allies now, and the Tawkami are helping with the injured. All this while you were here checking out the sights, learning the way of a new clan. But, as soon as you needed us, you remembered the ones you left to die.” Kiri knew her friend was right to be resentful, to feel wronged, that her heart was bleeding in terror over her brother’s plight, but now she was being unfair. ”Did you think we asked for this? Hiding among strangers? We lost everything. Our home, our people, our status. We don’t belong anywhere, we just have ourselves.”

However distorted by the mask, Celeste’s expression was all too eloquent. She knew way too well what it felt like to be at the extremes of a stray cat. “It’s always about you, huh? But we're talking about Spider here. Quit whining about how much you miss him, moony-eyed whenever you talk about him. When Neytiri decided to leave him behind, you didn’t fight back. You didn't protest when Jake said it was too risky to go back for him.” “Why did you?” “With Neteyam holding me back! A fully grown male Na’vi clutching a small human girl as if I were a viperwolf puppy? What could I have done? Tell me.” Kiri couldn’t answer. “Exactly. Nothing. I am powerless before you.” The tawtute woman stood up toward the entrance furiously, but just as she was about to cross the threshold, she turned one last time to implant her shining, weeping eyes on her dear friend. It's scary to think what they're doing to him. They’re probably brainwashing him with nonsense. The more he stays with them, the more they drive him away from us. Spider's heart is tough, but we Sky People can be corrupted in a jiffy. Especially when they know how to get under our skin and give us a sense of belonging. When on the other side, they have our father.” “Nash and Mary are your parents. Norm, Max. We are your family!” “This is right if you leverage on logic. But let's be real, when has logic ever worked?” A heavy sigh lightened her lungs. “Sorry if I’m dumping it all on you. You have nothin’ to do with it, you have no fault except lovin’ him as much as I do.”

Maybe even more.

“It’s just—.” The tremor in her voice prevented her from finishing the sentence, but the meaning was painfully clear. Celeste was worried about Spider. She was terrified. “We lost him. Even if he manages to come back to us, he will never be what he used to be.”

Perhaps following her hadn't been the smartest choice. They hardly knew each other, and this sudden concern of his was undoubtedly misplaced. Why would she, a human, want to open up to him, of all people? The Metkayina prince, who had never had the courtesy to hide his dislike for her people. Who had never reserved a kind word for the Sullys, let alone for an abandoned little human girl like her.

There was the risk she would misinterpret his intentions — Lo’ak had warned her about him. At worst, she would take him for a creep. But he just couldn't help himself. The way she had come out of the marui, the scowl on her face, plain to see despite the stark reflection of the sun on her mask, and her hunched shoulders. Everything about her, whether it was her warm smile as she played with Tuk, the dedication with which she analyzed every new thing that came her way. Even the misery that filled those intense dark eyes, now flickering with tears, drew him in.

Celeste sat on the seashore. The heavy combat boots, which seemed to have seen better days, had been tossed to her right side as now the waves' soothing motion caressed her feet. Her toes fiddled with the sand while her gaze wandered to the horizon. The gentle breeze from the ocean tousled her half-leaved braids, dragging with it the distant calls of animals.

Ao’nung stood dumbfounded behind a palm tree, trying to gather the courage to approach her. What could he have said to her? It’s not like he could just show up and sit next to her, engaging in who knows what sort of conversation. Up to that point, they had hardly spoken to each other, leaving out forms of convenience. The guy wasn’t Lo’ak or Neteyam. He wasn’t someone familiar enough to even just sit beside her in silence, for his presence would be comforting to her. Nor did he own that innate coolness and likability Rotxo had. Maybe it would be the girl herself who would come to him.

“Don't bother taunting me now that there's no audience. I'm not in the mood for your immaturity.”

Well, roughly. At least it could be considered an icebreaker.

“I don’t plan on messing with you.” "Stalking must be a habit of yours, then.” That had taken him by surprise. He was convinced she hadn't noticed, but the girl had read right through him. She was more receptive and aware of her surroundings than he imagined. And to say that Ao'nung had even been careful to cover his tracks. “I remind you I grew up in the middle of the forest. It’s called mere survival,” she stated as if she had read his mind. “You’re just an open book,” confusion painted on his face (he didn’t know what a book was), “You’re very expressive, it’s easy to catch what you’re thinking.”  “Is that so?” commented in a whisper as he took a seat to her left. “It explains a lot of things.” “If you’re not here to torment me, what brings you here?”. “We started off on the wrong foot.” “That’s an understatement.” “I expected Lo’ak to tell you about how I behaved when they arrived. About the incident at Three Brother Rocks.” “Another euphemism. Anyway, I didn’t need to be updated on the hard time he had here with all of you. I was prepared for what was going to happen. I don’t blame you, you know? Probably if the roles were reversed, we humans would have done the same thing. It’s only natural to fear the difference, especially when they have done little to show their good side. But if you’re trying to apologize, it’s not me you have to ask.” “If it’s all right with you, I would simply like to sit here. We don’t have to talk.” She sketched a smile. “Something tells me that even if I told you I’d rather be alone, you’d still stay.” Ao’nung seemed to weigh his next words, although an eloquent smirk was making its way onto his lips already. “This is still my island. No one can tell me to leave.” “The island of your clan.” “Indeed.” “The Metkayina have so many islands, I’m sure the next chief can go wherever he wishes.” “I suppose so, but this future chief wishes to be here,” he deftly twisted her words, a hint of sarcasm dirtying his voice. “Of all the territories of my people, this beach is my favorite. It’s secluded, hardly anyone ever comes here. It’s not a suitable spot for fishing, perfect if you’re looking for solitude and a place to empty your mind.” “It’s your safe haven, then. My bad if I took it from you, I didn’t mean to.” She made to leave, but Ao’nung stopped her. The grip on her hand was incredibly light, cautious, almost caring. “I don’t mind sharing it with you.”

“Despite growing up among you, I am always surprised how different the concept of personal space is between humans and Na’vi.” “Are we intrusive?” he chuckled. “You touch quite a bit! Especially the hair,” she gave him an elusive smile. “To braid each other’s hair is a way of strengthening bonds. We take care of one other.” “On Earth, we call it grooming. it’s a socialization technique.” “What I said.” Celeste was careful to add that specialists used this term to describe behaviors observed in the animal kingdom. Although they also fall under it, people dislike to be compared to animals, and the Na’vi were no exception.

Styling her hair had become a routine since they had established that uncanny friendship. If it could be called that. Celeste wouldn’t have been sure where to place it, really. So many were the unspoken things between them. Talks that couldn’t be addressed without prodding the touchy attitude of one or the other. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach from the occasional intense glances. As if her insides were all of a sudden twisting around, tearing her breath away.

Although they had not put up posters, it was pretty obvious that Celeste was getting close to someone local. People began asking questions. 

As if catching them together frequently wasn’t already a blatant response.

So many minor details that make up a bigger picture. Starting with the very braids and nacre pearls that adorned the girl’s hair, in a style that differed altogether from Omatikaya customs. And ending with the perpetual jubilation that seemed to have taken the place of severity over Ao’nung’s face. This one aspect clearly demonstrated that something was happening between them.  The attitudinal shift was way too remarkable. He was no longer so grumpy or difficult to deal with. He now seemed to have grown accustomed to the human presence in the village, even paying daily visits to the lab, driven by curiosity and eagerness to learn. His interactions with Sky People were nearly quotidian, so much so that he had adopted some English terms into his linguistic repertoire. A language he was picking up incredibly fast and had become common ground with the Sully siblings. They had yet to reach a point where they could call each other friends, but it was a step in the right direction. Who knew it would take the influence of a tawtute girl for them to establish a truce.

In any case, this had not been enough for Neteyam and Lo’ak to stop keeping an eye on her, still weirded out by that unexpected connection with such an asshole — somebody who seemed to show his genuine side only to her. They didn’t trust him fully, although he had shown he respected her and was the sole one able to bring a sincere smile back to her beautiful face.

They were her brothers after all. Their duty was to protect her.

As the man traced an intricate weave of braids starting at the crown of her head and extending a little further back anchored by bright blue beads from Nom’s Delight, Celeste didn’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “You’re better than I thought at this,” she said, observing the effort he was putting into it through a hand mirror. “When you have a sister, you are forced to learn.” “You’re the one who makes her look so fabulous with those hairstyles. I thought was your mother doing.” “She would like to, but she’s got no time. So...” “You act like it bugs you, but deep down you love doing it for her.” No response other than a resounding snort and an eye roll that did not escape the mirror. “it’s nice. It’s your way of showing her your love.” “I guess we all end up succumbing to our sisters in one way or another.” She chuckled, “I assume so.” A sudden veil of sadness darkened her eyes, although the shadow of an affectionate smile lingered on her rosy lips.

“And... how are things? Got used to the reef yet? You have met no one like us before.” The sudden change of subject served as a clear distraction from thinking about Spider. But, however poorly, it succeeded as an attempt, Celeste was still grateful to him. “To be honest, I saw pictures of you. I already had an idea of what you looked like. Yet seeing you in person is a whole other thing.” She was staring at him. “May I?” she asked, extending her hand toward the stake on his arm. Celeste was surprised at the hard but flexible texture. She had imagined it cartilaginous, but there was clearly a muscular structure underneath the fin-like membrane. She traced the entire outline of the excrescence. From the elbow to the wrist and then along the back of the hand where the pinky finger started, which appeared far more robust than the Na’vi of the forests. Like the rest of their frame. Taking advantage of her own petite figure, the girl wedged herself under his arm so she could analyze his back muscles. Defined and prominent, they followed the line of a chunkier ribcage.  If the Omatikaya sternum had always seemed pronounced, the Metkayina’s was bulky.

Ao’nung trembled under the imperceptible touch of her fingers as they came down to graze the base of his solid tail, and he blushed. A violet-pinkish tint colored his nose and cheekbones, making the azure of his eyes even more vivid. He had to hold his breath as he turned just enough to hide his face.  In vain. “I’m sorry. I went too far. It’s a susceptible spot, isn’t it?” "It's all good," he shrugged and shook his head. "Hey, fun fact, humans used to have tails," she said with a chuckle and a hint of guilt. As if it were an attempt to make it up to him. “Well, it wasn’t really a “tail” per se. It was more of an appendage. 25 million years ago, this mutation happened. It left only a handful of caudal vertebrae to form the coccyx.” Ao’nung stared at her raptly. Although he didn’t understand a significant part of what she said (too many specific English terms were mixed in with the Na’vi), it fascinated him to hear her talk about such distant and complicated topics. “Believe it or not, we have a small tail when we're embryos that eventually merges with our spine.” “I can’t picture you with a tail.” ”Me neither. A human with a tail,” she laughed. “I’ve heard of rare cases of babies being born with a tiny stump, but it is removed.” The boy scratched his throat, another slight blush clouding his cheeks. “Which one do you like best?” “Hmm?” The way she tilted her head doubtfully was tremendously adorable. “Which kind of tail do you prefer? Ours or the forest people’s?” The girl took her chin between her teeny tiny fingers. “Actually, never crossed my mind. I didn’t really consider how it looks, just how well it adapts to the environment. You Na’vi are built differently than us humans, with a physical differentiation that we do not have. Nor do other species that lived on Earth, as far as I know, with rare exceptions.”

Like dogs, she restrained herself from saying that. Celeste supposed he wouldn’t like being compared to a pet, in scientific terms or not. "But if I had to pick, I guess yours is more unique. To the forest natives I am used to, though, so…” The answer he received did not meet his expectations, yet it sufficed for Ao'nung's pride. In its own way, it was equivalent to being told he was better looking than Lo’ak or Neteyam. Or whatever other male there was in the Omatikaya clan.

“Want to check out anything else? Dunno, the stripes or the nictitating membrane. But I gotta submerge my head for that one or it won’t come out.” He said the last sentence in a pensive tone. “There is one thing I would like to look at. That's not really a physical trait, it's more of a cultural thing.” “What is it?” “Your tattoo.”  Not waiting for an answer, she took his arm between both hands, running her gaze over the elaborate tribal pattern that dyed much of his arm black. From the wrist to the deltoid, and a small portion of the trapezius and pectoral. Segments, waves, and stick figures that showed achievement, status, and social position. Each addition was a rite of passage, a goal attained, and his role in the clan. The art of tattooing was a widespread practice. All tattoos were considered a gift from both Eywa and the clan. They were unique and told the story of the individual’s life. In particular, arm tattoos represented the more exposed protective shield of the seawall, meant to protect the Metkayina from dangerous wildlife lurking within their oceans. Thus a hunter, a warrior, somebody strong who could provide for the clan. "This one's more pigmented," Celeste noted. “It’s recent. It symbolizes the secure embrace of the central island. Someday, I'm gonna be the olo'eyktan. I'll be responsible for looking after my people, both inside and out, keeping them safe and leading them.” Absentmindedly, she traced the outlines of the design imprinted at hip level and outlining the pelvis, causing him a shiver that she pretended to ignore.

“You know, how I learned about Metkayina is kinda funny.” The sentence sounded totally random, but it still aroused his interest. The Socorro twins weren’t the sole human children born on Pandora; others had preceded them during the first colonization attempt. They were the fruit of unlikely loves and irrepressible passions that took place on sleepless nights at headquarters. Where the risk of accidental death and the fear that they had not really lived took over, silencing all appropriate doubts. All those children were grown up enough to survive cryo, unlike Spider and Celeste. But although they had left Pandora, a trace of them remained.; a legacy from when the base still communicated regularly with planet Earth. Cartoons. Of them all, the little girl’s favorite was the Little Mermaid. A veritable obsession, Spider and Lo’ak would complain, earning a tugged smile from Neteyam and a frown from the child herself, for, from that moment on, legends about mermaids became her main interest.

“It is uncertain they exist, but here on Pandora there is a sea folk who are close to them.”

"As foolish as it may sounds, when I was growing up I wanted to find one.” Ao'nung let out an amused snort. “Silly, isn't it? They are an Earth legend, it's impossible to find them here on Pandora. Yet, the thing I wanted most in the world was to see one. Even if only from a distance. When Jake would take us to play near the coast, I would always stare out to sea, hoping to catch a glint of the sun bouncing off the scales. After all, what could have been more extraordinary than a fish-tailed human who could breathe underwater. It gave me an inexplicable sense of freedom, hope. I guess I wanted to be one of them to escape the reality of being born in the most inhospitable place possible for my species. A child who belonged to nothing and no one, confined behind a mask. You know, it was right around that time that I first heard about you. From Norm." "Norm?" "The scientist I came here with." The boy's lips drew a silent O. "Norm showed me documents about you, explaining your communion with the sea. How your bodies had adapted to swimming and apnea.”

"Like mermaids!" She commented ecstatically, with childlike wonder in her big brown eyes. Norm laughed, "Something like that.”

"I think you are the closest thing to a siren. Or a sea monster." He attempted with a sly expression to which the man replied with a smile and a quick shake of his head."From the way you describe them, there are female specimens." "On no, there are also tritons, their male counterparts. They just aren't mentioned often in fairy tales. In the past on Earth, role diversification was very pronounced between men and women. The latter were discriminated against to the point that they weren’t allowed so many things, including traveling by sea. Women aboard ships were said to bring bad luck." Ao'nung's disgusted expression said a lot about his opinion on the subject, Humans really are that stupid. Yet, he didn’t utter a word, preferring to keep listening. "Since legend has it that the people of the sea feed on human flesh-and the only seafaring people at that time were men-they were described as women of rare beauty and a bewitching voice. By singing they hypnotized sailors who, dragged underwater, drowned."

"You tawtute have interesting stories," he said dangerously close to her face in a melodious voice. "Sorry to disappoint you, but my legs do not turn into fishtails in the water, and my voice has no such power," he smiled cunningly, and Celeste was tempted to deny that last statement. "I do confirm, though, that I have a taste for human flesh. I could eat you in one mouthful."

Her heart lost a beat. The allussiveness at the bottom of his eyes made them a very dark shade, of the usual vibrant blue there was hardly a trace left. Ao'nung wanted her. Here and now. On that same beach that 

had been more often than she could count witness to their growing closeness. More than she wanted to admit. She would be lying if she claimed not to have noticed how the Na'vi looked at her, with a fondeness she was not used to. How his hands rested that extra moment on her. Perfect reflections of the behavior she also displayed toward him, unable to restrain herself. That candor was disarming though, totally unsuspected.

They weren’t just friends, that was evident by now.

But as she searched for something to say that was not unintelligible babble, he did something even more surprising. Gently he pulled Celeste onto his lap, with one hand encircling her back, and the other tilting her neck back just enough to bring her face close to his. And slowly, without ever looking away, he rested his forehead against the glass of the mask. He closed his eyes, inhaled and finally placed his lips against the surface. Parochial in the face, at first the girl did not know what to do, yet a little encouragement — Ao'nung's fingers pressing a little more on the nape of her neck — was enough to induce her to approach the glass. It was weird to describe what she felt. Despite the barrier, on the other side she felt the pressure of Ao'nung's kiss, his lips molding against the smooth surface.

Their first kiss. Just as strange as them.

She sensed him smiling against her lips as he returned the kiss. He sank his face into her neck and, for a long moment, the two just breathed, reveling in each other's warmth. After the gentle start, her fingers slid over his ankle and up his calf, then over the knee that brushed against his pelvis. Certain that no one would find them there, what was left of Celeste's clothes scattered across the sand. Believe it or not, Ao’nung was the sweetest man in the world in bed, cuddling her by whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Their bodies rocked together as they listened to the creaking of palm trees and the rustle of the sea sliding against the shoreline. And she melted in his strong arms, malleable as clay. There was something indescribable in the mischief that shone through his eyes, soon replaced by impatience as he laid her on the ground. Celeste shivered as he positioned himself between her legs. The coils of her stomach tensed as he brought her shins to the sides of his head and anchored himself to her thighs. It was very tender and affectionate the way he caressed her, "Don't hide from me." Slowly she opened her legs, allowing a glimpse of the folds, wet and glistening. She yearned so much for him to touch her, but even without speaking Ao'nung had already noticed, staring at her through impossibly black eyelashes. He slipped two fingers into his mouth, smeared them with saliva, and brought them back down to slide over her clitoris. Without warning he peeled back the fabric and pushed them inside, swirling them upward, and she gasped. He removed his fingers only to put them back in her mouth and swirled his tongue around to taste some of her flavors. He kept his eyes on her as he emitted a little mumbling around his phalanges, his 

smile was salacious, "Tasty." She was about to say his name when he lifted that last flap of fiber between them and purred. A small smile pressed against his knee pleased by such surrender. He kissed him softly, languidly, but when he dragged. his lips over her inner thigh, his voice was dangerously excited, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." She was breathing heavily, absolutely humiliated to be there, with her legs spread apart and her vulva squished in the face of the raven-haired man who seemed so eager to have that perfect face splattered with her. On the beach to boot. Ao'nung leaned forward, arms firmly hooked at her knees to block her movements, "Let me know when you're about to come," for a handful of fleeting seconds she let her heavenly smile return. He watched her features, savoring every single expression as she turned into a disaster of sobs and gasps, "I want to eat you.” Jaws teasing the elastic skin, tongue titillating her clitoris, phalanges rhythmically violating her, reveling in the way her heels tapped on his massive shoulders, how her back arched in unnatural poses. As his fingers churned in circular motions to stimulate that much sought-after spongy pad, she felt mounting inside her the nagging sensation of having to go to the bathroom, just at that crucial moment. She tightened her pelvic muscles. "A-ao'nung... s-stop… I have to p—" "It's squirt," quivered the man's voice, one corner of his mouth lifted higher than the other, staring at her so haughtily, so victoriously, "Relax, let go," he hissed.

"N-no, please, I'm not comfortable." "Making people uncomfortable is what I do best." He wanted a show. That sentence seemed to cast a spell on her, because with another hit, she felt something thicken in her pit, she clung to the boy's hair, "I can't hold it anymore!" The man lifted his fingers and, before she could lament the loss, replaced them with the tip of his tongue. His wet fingertips held her widened opening, diving between her thighs to devour her in a way that made her gasp and tug at her dark locks, "God, Nung... I'm going to...," escaped her by closing her knees around his head. Ao'nung growled upon hearing that new nickname as he lapped at every crevice between her walls. The tip of his nose brushed against her spongy nub continually, but only when he moaned did he decide to gather it between his lips, sucking it greedily; the same with which he moistened them when the spray hit him. The final stimulation he needed to climax. "At last," he exclaimed panting as he ravenously cleansed her. She felt the viscosity of her own arousal sticking in her inner-thigh where Ao'nung's moist cheeks brushed against her. She was stunned, breathless and exhausted as he rolled onto his back and laid Celeste on his chest. A proud smile colored his face. He stroked her chin, relieved to look him straight in the eye, those sharp, criminal eyes, and haphazardly dusted the grains of sand from her hair and later from her body.

Blissing in the warmth of the sun, the tenderness of his embrace, and the comfort of his heart, Celeste snuggled against his chest, closed her eyelids, and dozed off. A soft smile adorned her lips.

In Ao'nung's arms, she was finally home.

For the tattoo description I took inspiration from this AMAZING picture, created by the indescribably talented @cinetrix

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

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The way she looks at me you | Chapter 1

- Pairing: Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader x Ao'nung x Lo'ak

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Summary: Love isn't always reciprocated. You learn to live with heartbreak and move on to live your life, even if it's hard. But when you find comfort in someone unexpected, Neteyam starts to realize that he did have feelings for you. He was just to used to your love. But...is it too late ?

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Warnings: IT'S TWOW SCENARIO BUT THEY ARE ALL AGED-UP (NETEYAM, AO'NUNG AND READER ARE 19, LO'AK IS 18) AND THERE'S NO WAR AT THE END, very clumsy/shy/socially awkward and naive reader, reader is a Na'vi but not a Metkayina nor an Omatikaya (OC Na'vi ? Like an ice Na'vi or something like that, she has a squirrel tail so her nicknames is 'Squirrel'), Neteyam is kinda mean in this one, blood, xenophobia, bullying, swear words, fight, angst, fluff too lol, smut

Chapter's warnings: Unrequited love, swear words, argument, reader is self-deprecating, bestfriend!Lo'ak needs its own warning, public humiliation, bad English (not proofread)

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It started as a crush. You would look at him, at the way he was skipping by you on his Ikran's back, beautiful, proud, just like a warrior. Neteyam was the best match in the clan, and you were not the only one who agreed to this statement. So why would he look at you ? Stranger you. You were sure that he was something you could never have, you were just you.

Pretty 'you' who would craft and imagine new way to live, to improve everyone's life, adamant that progress and science was the future. Pandora was wonderful and the biodiversity too, so many possibilities, there was so much to discover ! But you were not a Omatikaya, you were not fitting in.

And yet, despite everything you thought and everything you said to Spider, your brother in arms and in misfortune, you were pretty well accommodated to the Na'vis way of life. You were not like him, you were not... wild. In fact, you were rather shy and silent, kind and attentive. And just like Spider, you waere a stray among the Sully family. They liked you, sure, but you weren't a part of their culture, even less than your brother.

So you learned their way, you tried to fit in. You tried to hunt; you ended up being the one hunted. You tried to dance; you ended up on the ground with half of the tent. You thought that maybe, with your knowledges about Pandora's biodiversity you could be a good healer; you almost poisoned someone. So why would someone like the mighty Neteyam look at someone like you ? Yeah, it would not happen any time soon, it would not happen at all. You would keep watching him from afar and imagine what your life would have been like if you were born 'more useful' - your words.

Moreover, you had been raised by the scientists/biologists before being entrusted to the Omatikaya, so some of their…traditions, were deeply fixed in you. The clothes, for example. You could not get used to the idea of running around half-naked and butt-naked when you have been taught to wear clothes since you were a child. All the more reason why you fit in even less than Spider who walked around shirtless all day long. You were 'too human' despite the fact that you were a Na'vi. The Omatikaya did not like to see you walking around their village in pants or t-shirts - you never wore anything else and Norm always made sure you had what you needed. It made you more...different.

So you slowly drifted away from the Sully and started to sleep in the Avatar's basement, at the lab, blaming your lack of self-confidence for losing your best-friend, Kiri. The last year was even worse, because the Sky People were back, and you could not help anyone.

"Oh Eywa, just go and talk to him ! It's honestly getting on my nerves. I can barely see you now, Spider says that you're hanging out at the lab when you should be with us !" Kiri growled, emphasizing on the word 'us' to let you know that she was disappointed in you and in your choices.

"What would you want me to say ? Oh, hi ! I'm that dumb girl who almost killed someone last week when she tried to cook , nice to meet you Oh! son of the Olo'eyktan, best hunter of his generation and best match of the clan !" you rambled at an incredible speed, kicking the air while laying on your back.

"Well, you should probably stop at 'Oh, hi !'." a voice said from behind you. A voice that the you two were very familiar with.

"Kiri, push me off the cliff, please." you begged your friend on your knees, wanting to get swallowed and disappear in the ground.

"Hum, I'm not about to do that. Face the consequences." Kiri wheezed, looking at her older brother as he sat on her left, at the other end of you.

"You know, he's good."

"What..?"

"The man who ate what you cooked. He's feeling better. You shouldn't blame yourself for something like that, he just has a weak stomach." Neteyam smiled, trying to reassure you, seing how distraught and uncomfortable you were around him.

"Oh. Yeah. Good."

And it was like that every time. When Neteyam would come talk to you, you would blush and stutter, not being able to form a whole sentence. You would end up listening to whatever conversation was going on and quietly disappear without anyone knowing. According to Lo'ak who absolutely loved making fun of you, you were 'a lost cause'. And you knew that you were a lost cause, you just could not do anything about it.

"Bro, why don't you just tell her ?"

"What ?"

"It's mean, you know that she's head over heels for you. We all know it." Lo'ak rolled his eyes, annoyed at his older brother for acting like he did not know what he was talking about. "I don't know what's going on in your head but if you don't like her you should just tell her."

"Yeah."

Neteyam did not like being reprimanded by his younger brother but even he could tell that he was unfair with you. He was nice, just like he was to anyone else, but he should not, knowing well that you had feelings for him. He was far from stupid, he always noticed the way your freckles would glow whenever he would smile at you, the way you would stumble over your own feet when he would help you climb a rock. He thought that you were cute. But that's it. He felt bad for not being able to reciprocate your feelings, but he was not in love with you. He had to take care of his family, he had to improve his skills in order to become a great leader, just like his father.

The boy knew that he had to talk to you, and the sooner the better. But he couldn't bring himself to break your heart.

"We don't want her around here."

"Please..."

"With all due respect, Toruk Makto, she's not one of us. Your family decided to raise her, she's your responsibility."

Behind the curtain, your face went pale. You felt like you had a lump in your throat. You knew all of this. That you were not an Omatikaya, that you were basically a stranger who was lucky enough to find shelter chez the Sully's family. And yet hearing it from someone else was hard. But what hurts you the most was the fact that Jake was pleading to the new chief to let you here. He did not wanted you around anymore.

"We can't take her, she has nothing to do with what's happening, she doesn't deserve it !"

Silence arose in the tent and you knew. The Olo'eyktan decision was final. Now, you had nowhere to go, no family, no friends, and no news of Spider. You were going to be alone, maybe that was your fate after all. Maybe the Sullys had only delayed the inevitable…

You lowered her head and walked on, your steps a little faster each time. In the distance, you heard Jake's voice calling out your name but it was too late, you were already gone.

"You don't know where she could have gone ?"

"No, and I already checked the lab. Norm says she hasn't been back there since…what happened with Spider." Kiri interjected, her voice growing smaller as she continued her statement.

Jake hugged his daughter before taking his head in his hands and sighed, "This is my fault, I should have been more careful, less…desperate."

Watching his brother pacing back and forth, the oldest of the siblings finally spoke with a detached tone while giving wooden beads to his mother who was sitting next to him, "She would have stayed here anyway. She had to find out one way or another. We gotta pack."

"Are you fucking serious ?! Do you hear how insane you sound ?!" Lo'ak snarled and walked briskly over to his older brother who immediately stood up. Their father stepped in between the two boys and their mother put down what she was busy with, standing up, causing silence in the dwelling.

"She's not one of our own."

"But… I like her… I don't want her to stay here !" Tuk cried with tears in her eyes, frowning at her mother. "And you !" She directed her angry gaze at Neteyam, "I'll never understand how she could fall in love with a skxawng like you !"

The eight-year-old girl rushed out of the tent crying, ignoring the calls of her family members. Kiri looked at her older brother with disappointment and at her mother with a hint of sadness before walking away to look out for her sister, leaving only her brothers and parents in the tent.

"Just because you're afraid of what's going on between you doesn't mean you have the right to talk about her like that, skxawng."

Before he could even be reprimanded by his father, Lo'ak had stomped out of the tent, deliberately shoving his brother in the process. Jake sighed and rubbed his face, facing his mate.

"Neytiri, I know I am asking a lot from you. To flee, to leave your people and your home. But no matter the physical differences between Squirrel and us, she is still a Na'vi. We have raised her since she was in her cradle, you have seen her grow, you have taught her to speak, to walk. Just because she has more fur on her tail or slightly larger ears doesn't mean she's not one of us. She's in the same boat as all of our children."

"Why leaving her here, then ?" Neytiri hesitated, knowing full well that she had been harsh in her words. It was true. She had raised her as her own daughter, why treat her any differently than Kiri ? Especially since her younger daughters saw her as an older sister. It did not matter how many days and nights she had spent in the lab with Spider - that is, more than she had spent with the Sully - she was still a member of their family. But Jake wasn't entirely honest, she wanted to hear the truth from him.

"Because she's different !" Jake raised his voice in frustration. He knew those were the words Neytiri wanted to hear, and he had finally said them. "It's just that- We could have saved her a life of running away because she's not like us. They would never have been able to know that she was with us. I wanted to spare her…"

"My Jake… You are good. She'll go with us. As for you…" she turned to her older son who shook uncomfortably under her piercing gaze, and then continued, venom in her voice, "That's not how I raised you. Your brother is right, no matter what happens between you two, you have no right to talk about her like that. A woman in love is not a foolish woman, she deserves your respect. Go get her."

"Yes mom..."

Lo'ak could recognize those cryings with his eyes closed. He was so used to it. After getting mad at his brother he had gone back to the place where everything had changed. The place where everything had been turned upside down many times. He knew that you were going to be here. Where your brother was taken from you. And he was right. So when he arrived, he let the sound of the weepings guide him.

"Hey, crybaby."

"Leave me alone…" you whined, the words coming out of your mouth unintelligibly, causing Lo'ak to let out the laughter he was desperately trying to suppress. "Stop laughing at me !"

"Alright...crybaby." 

What he said caused another round of tears and snot, which made him laugh even harder. You really were a funny person, no matter what you did. So knowing that his brother had so little regard for you and your feelings made the young man's blood boil. He sat beside you and decided to keep quiet, choosing to contemplate his surroundings. This broken pod, this damaged machine. This place must have had a lot of value in his parents' eyes, and it had taken on even more value when these Avatars had run away with Spider. Because he was not able to protect all of you.

"He won't come home again…" you muttered, stroking the grass at your feet and hiding your face in your bushy tail.

Lo'ak looked at your small frame sitting in the middle of the clearing and opened his mouth several times, trying to find the right words. He knew that no matter the years you had spent by their side, never would one of them replace Spider. Part of him resented his mother for not fully accepting you two, but part of him was glad it had happened. Because through it, you two orphans had created a bond that no one understood. But now, the Sky People teared your brother away from you and if it was not enough, his family was going to abandon you.

"He will. I don't know how but Spider will come back. I don't care if I have to go get him, I will. When I'm old enough to do what I want, I'll bring Spider back to you."

"Pfff-" you sniffed, resting her head on your knees as you weakly laughed at Lo'ak, "You're too scared of your mother to run away."

"What are you talking about ?!" Lo'ak said indignantly as he rushed toward you, tackling you on the ground "Take back what you said !"

"Skxawng !"

While the two friends were having fun fighting - or rather being beaten in the case of a certain someone - Neteyam, who had just arrived, had stopped a few steps away from the scene, watching them fooling around. Her idiot brother - his words - had quickly found her when he was the reason he had just been reprimanded by their mother, what right did he have to enjoy himself ?

"Lo'ak ! You know very well that you have no right to be here." Neteyam interrupted them, making his presence known as he approached the two disheveled-looking young adults.

You pushed Lo'ak from above you and tried to stand up. Tried. Since your strength had not moved Lo'ak an inch. You glared at him when you saw his condescending look and gently sank your fangs into his shoulder, effectively making him push himself off of you.

"You're insane !"

"You should have had moved ! And I didn't even bite hard !"

"You should have had more strength !"

"You want me to bite you again ?!"

"You kitten !"

"Argh ! Take it back !" you rushed after the boy who ran away, past Neteyam, leaving him alone in the clearing as he watched, amused, your retreating forms. He had never seen this side of you. It was…funny.

"Well…" Neteyam shrugged, following the two children young adult to go back home.

Watching the Sully bid farewell to their friends and former clan members was difficult for you. It reminded you that no one would come to say goodbye. Because no matter what relationship you had with the Sullys, with Jake, who was the leader, you had never been accepted by the Omatikaya. You were too different.

Your skin was not blue like theirs, it was more of a blue-gray, your eyes were not yellow or amber, again, they were grayish, and your tail was unlike those of the forest people, it was extremely bushy. All those differences, as well as the mystery of your origin had created a mistrust towards you that you had not been able to dissipate as the years had passed. It was not for lack of trying though. But even your behavior was different from that of the Na'vi women. They were proud and talented in at least one field, never hesitating to speak up their opinions. You were sure that you had none of these qualities.

"Are you done with packing ?" Kiri asked as she walked towards you, a pained and jaded expression on her face.

"Yes, for a little while now, your mother helped me." you smiled at your best friend, gently stroking the Ikran's head who was following his rider like a shadow. "I thought that…maybe…you were going to leave me here…"

Kiri remained silent, not knowing what to say. She did not want to lie and let you believe that your family was planning on taking you when they had chose to run away, but she couldn't bear to see that embarrassed little smile on your face.

"You can't live without us, you can't even fish." Lo'ak said as he shoved your shoulder, causing you to crash into Kiri who grunted in displeasure. "Whoops, I didn't think you couldn't remain standing up either."

"Whoops, I didn't think you couldn't remain standing up either." you repeated in a high-pitched and mocking tone while rolling your eyes.

Lo'ak grabbed you and headlocked you, rubbing your scalp until the only thing you could feel was a burning sensation.

"Hey- Hey! Don't use my secret move on me !" you complained as you tried to get out of his grip, clawing at his forearms while trying to sink your fangs into his skin. Playfully, obviously.

But Lo'ak was used to your ways, so he had made sure to put his arm as far away from your little canines as possible. "You shouldn't have taught me that then." he laughed out loud, continuing his torture on your helpless body, while Kiri watched what was going on with a smile.

"It was to defend yourself from the bullies ! I'm not a bully, let go of me skxawng !"

"Kids." a firm voice caught the attention of the group of three. You turned your heads at the same time and were greeted by Neytiri's stern gaze. "Behave, you still represent the Toruk Makto."

Lo'ak quickly let go of his hostage and looked around, pretending to be innocent under your outraged gaze. Trying to make yourself very small, you nodded towards Neytiri and preferred to move on the other side of Kiri, far from the young man who was abusing you. Before leaving you discreetly but strongly pulled his tail and moved quickly away from him, sticking your tongue out as you did so. Gesture which did not go unnoticed by the female warrior's sharp eyes, who chose to turn a blind eye and who smiled as she leaved to return to her mother. The three troublemakers decided to sit in silence, their mounts not far behind.

"By the way, aren't you going to say goodbye ?"

"Already done." Kiri shrugged, fiddling with the end of her shawl that had been offered to her by you on a cold day.

"I don't want to."

"Just say you don't have any." Kiri laughed and shoved his shoulder, making you laugh as you tried to hide your face behind your hand.

"Dumbass."

"Moron."

"What am I hearing ? Insults ?"

Neteyam approached his brother and sister, Tuk walking happily beside him, busy eating a fruit her grandmother had given her. 'An exception', apparently. When she saw you, her sister at heart, she rushed into your arms, stuffing the sticky fruit into Neteyam's hands, who laughed softly while he was screaming in his mind in indignation.

Opening your arms wide, you welcomed the little girl with a tight embrace, blowing gently and affectionately on her ears, a genuine smile on your lips.

"I'm so glad you can come with us ! I don't know where we're going but I'm sure that there will be lots of new things and places to discover, it will be amazing !"

"At least one of us is happy about this." Kiri rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today.

Smiling, you opened your mouth but suddenly froze, your gaze slowly turning to the boy who had joined you. Your freckles suddenly started to glow as you tried to cover your face behind your fuzzy tail, effectively hiding yourself and Tuk who just beamed, happy to be able to touch the tail that she liked so much. Neteyam's smiled widened and he chuckled, taking a sit next to you, sitting closer in purpose. He loved seing your face glow, you were cute. On the other side, the two siblings were trying really hard to muffle their laughing at seing the elder girl plead for help with her big round eyes. Lo'ak tried to talk only to choke on his own breath by dint of containing his laughter. 

Kiri smiled and eventually asked her older brother, "Dad didn't told you were we are going ?"

"No. I really tried to worm the information out of him but he won't tell me."

"Ugh, it's so annoying." Kiri huffed before laying and side-hugging you, "Thanks Eywa you're here."

You loosened up a bit and laid on the tight embrace of Kiri, thanking Eywa that you had someone like her to take care of you. Funny brother number one, good looking brother number two and cute little sister number three were just a bonus. After all, Kiri was the first who approached you. Out of curiosity, sure, but still the first.

"Are y'all ready ?" Jake asked as he got on his Ikran's back, his actions soon followed by his family members.

"No." Kiri complained despite knowing that it wouldn't change the situation.

Her father turned a deaf ear and took off, waving one last time to the people watching him from below. They all looked longingly at the mountains that had protected and sheltered them. They flew over the forest and remembered the places where they had played, the childhood they had enjoyed. But it had all been taken away by something Jake knew all too well, human greed. Now they had to find refuge elsewhere. Far from everything they had ever known.

As you reached the shore, you watched, saddened, the looks on the family's faces. Your gaze turned to your best friend who had tearful eyes, sorrow clear on her face as she seemed to say goodbye at the forest one last time. Lo'ak, back straight, did not seem to be hurting as much as the rest of his family. You could see that he was moved, but you would not blame him for not mourning a place where people had been so mean and distant to him. Conversely, the expression on Neteyam's face surprised you. He had an iron grip on his mount's equipment and his jaw was clenched. He watched his home disappear out of the corner of his eye and you could have sworn you saw his eyes shining with unshed tears. It was hard for them, of course. But it was even harder for their mother, who had lived here longer than any of them. She just looked away, refusing to believe that this was a farewell. Jake, like you, frowned at the sad scenery that was playing out before him. But it was his role. A father had to protect his family.

You spent days and nights flying over the landscapes of Pandora. Mountains, deserts, coasts, oceans. You had spent nights huddled around the fire in the hope of warming up, after telling each other stories of adventures each had experienced - Tuk's were the most amusing, while Neytiri's were the most fascinating and enriching. They told of the adventures of a warrior, when her clan was fighting against the sky people, when she had ridden the big Thanator. When she told her adventures, you could not help but look at her with shining eyes. Neytiri was strong and formidable, an admirable person, indeed. You could not help but look up to her, you were so different.

After spending nights crying in silence, hoping no one would notice you snuggled up in your hide, and days dozing on the back of your Ikran, nearly falling into the infinite water below you, you were proud to say you had crossed 'mountains and tides' to get here. At this place where Jake wanted them to go. You had crossed an imposing coral reef, with natural pools and strange inhabitants, and then flew around the village to alert everyone of your presence. You were not to be seen as enemies. At least, that's what you thought, after your strange parade.

You and the Sullys ordered your Ikrans to land on the edge of a beach, facing the largest tent and everyone who had gathered to see who dared to trespass on their village. On wobbly legs, you stepped onto the ground and, immediately, your eyes widened at the feel of the sand beneath your feet, your tail wagging like a happy cat's behind you. It was the first time you had touched the strange gritty thing under your feet. Of course, the Sully kids often went exploring, but whenever you strayed too far from the lab, you turned around, refusing to go any further. So, before leaving the forest, you had never seen a beach and you had never touched sand.

"Warm..."

"I would rather say hot." Lo'ak whined as he followed you, stopping at your right, Neteyam right next to him while Kiri stood on your other side.

"Well, get used to it, it's our home now. I guess." Kiri whispered, eyeing the others, just like you, mentally taking notes of everything that made them different from her friend and her family.

Their tails, their hands, even their clothes. Everything was different from what you all were used to. But you two were far too tired to enjoy it. Especially now that you were surrounded, and the other Na'vis did not look happy.

The crowd parted to let two young boys who were probably your age past. They passed Jake and Neytiri without even greeting them - not that they cared as they were too busy trying to calm the crowd - and headed to Neteyam's side, not even trying to hide their hostility. The two Sully respectfully greeted the other two who merely walked behind them, glaring at their wagging tails. You stifled a laugh in the palm of your hand at the sight of Neteyam's surprised expression. It was obvious that these boys had not come here with the idea of making friends. To your dismay, this little noise was enough to attract the attention of the taller boy, who frowned at the sight of you. He nudged his friend's side, pointing with his head at your imposing bushy tail.

The two boys snickered and approached your distressed form, who had round eyes, like a deer in the headlights. The three Sully watched the scene unfold in slow motion, ready to pounce on them if they bothered you; the taller boy reached for your extra appendage, ignoring your obvious discomfort, but just as he was seconds away from grabbing it, a girl appeared, smacking his hand and scolding him.

Lo'ak relaxed and quietly approached you, noticing that you had wrapped your tail around your hips like a belt. He took one last look at the trio before paying attention to what was happening in front of him. The leader of the clan arrived and each of the Sully's greeted him respectfully, the boys receiving a glare from Neytiri who silently told them to behave.

"Tonowari." Jake greeted the leader, solemnly, trying to be friendly despite the urge of his situation.

"Jake Sully." Tonowari greeted back, nodding to Neytiri, acknowledging her presence. "What brings you here ?"

"I come to ask for asylum for me and my family."

The rest of the conversation was just background noise for you, who were clutching your tail tightly in your hands, looking a few times behind your back at the three young adults. Your gaze met several times that of the boy with the bun. You could swear he had not looked away from you since the beginning, as you felt a piercing gaze on the back of your head. Repeating to yourself to ignore him, you closed your eyes tightly and accidentally bumped into Lo'ak, who looked at you, confused, before bumping back into you. Frowning, you pushed him a little harder, earning a glare from him as he suppressed his urge to pull your furry ears for fear of being severely reprimanded by his parents. So he contented himself with looking at the satisfied expression on your face, relieved to see you release your hold on your tail.

"-they're different from us." a woman said, bypassing Jake and Neytiri to examine Tuk's slender tail, before striding over to Kiri, grabbing her hand and looking at her five fingers with what looked like disgust. "They have demon blood…"

Kiri forcibly removed her hand from hers, clearly displeased. The pregnant woman overtook you and grabbed Lo'ak's hand, putting a show in front of her people to show his fingers, humiliating him publicly, under the helpless look of his brothers and sisters.

"Me too ! Look, Ronal, look at my hand ! Five fingers !" Jake raised his hand high, using himself as an example.

"Um… And besides, you brought… a pet ? A distraction ?" the woman directed her gaze at your small silhouette next to Lo'ak, who, under the pressure of the stares, tried to hid behind him. "What's that ? What's that tail going to be used for, cleaning up ?"

Humiliated, the target of the mockeries, you, felt your face heat up and your freckles light up. Knowing full well that what Ronal was waiting for was a reaction from one of them to justify her refusal to host you all, you remained silent and bit your lip, lowering your eyes so that no one would see your eyes glistening with tears.

You were sensitive. Your relationships with your peers had not always been peaceful. There was a time when just a reproachful look could make you cry. All the more reason why your friendship with Lo'ak had surprised many. The boy only teased you all day long, laughing at the way your tail would ruffle when you were upset. But, thanks to him, you had also made tremendous progress. But perhaps, in this village you would regress. You were sure of it considering the turn of events.

Feeling Lo'ak move next to her, you looked up at him to see a frown on his face, as he glared at the chief's wife. Knowing full well he was about to do or say something stupid, you grabbed his tail, as you were so used to do when you wanted to warn him about something, or prevent him from doing something stupid. Apparently, Neteyam had the same idea because his hand landed a few milliseconds later on yours. You two looked at each other briefly, and then you quickly pulled your hand out from under Neteyam's. Now you had another reason to be embarrassed. But this time, instead of holding back your tears, you had to hold back your screams of joy. You had just touched your crush's hand, it was a memorable moment, unforgettable. It had not taken much to divert your attention from the laughs of the other Na'vi.

By the time you had recovered from the physical contact with your best friend's brother, the tension in the air had increased - by the time Neytiri had spoken, and then subsided as Ronal and Tonowari gave in to Jake's request. Blinking once and then twice, completely lost as you were just coming out of your own little world, you were greeted by the sight of the girl who had scolded the two boys, smiling as she asked you to follow her.

Following the march, the family moved towards the tents which were a bit further from the main tent. Kiri and you couldn't help but look around, ignoring the looks of others - or not being aware of it in your case, amazed by what was in front of you. Stretches of water as far as the eye could see, racks filled with fish instead of meat, fish that none of you had ever seen before. Everything was strange and different, yet so fascinating.

"Maybe after we settle in we could go exploring…?" you asked softly to Kiri who nodded.

"I'm coming with you." Lo'ak turned around and said, slowing down so he could be at your level.

"You're not invited." you answered, sticking your tongue out at him while grabbing Kiri's arm, using her as a shield the moment Lo'ak had taken a step in your direction.

The three young adults tried their best to stifle their antics for fear of incurring Jake's wrath. Minutes later, Tuk joined them teasing her big brother with her sisters. Gradually, the volume began to increase and the shoving became harder while Tuk enjoyed jumping on the bouncing net path. They attracted the attention of villagers, which in turn attracted the attention of Jake, who turned at full speed in their direction, already preparing to scold them. Neytiri stopped him before he could open his mouth, putting her hand on his forearm and shaking her head.

"They are young, they still have a lot to learn and now even more. Don't prohibit them from having fun."

Jake fell silent and watched his little family from afar, watching them trying to stifle their laughter at the sight of Lo'ak getting his tail pulled by Tuk, who had made it her duty to defend you. He smiled softly and continued on his way, telling himself that some amusement after this long journey could not hurt anyone.

Neytiri nodded to herself, satisfied with her mate's choice. As she was about to follow him into the tent, her gaze fell on her eldest son who was at her right, having followed them closely throughout the journey. He stood apart from his siblings, watching the scene unfold from afar. Frowning, she put her hand on his shoulder and invited him to come forward slightly.

"Aren't you going to play with them ?"

Neteyam shrugged and looked away, following his father. But the last look he gave them did not escape from his mother's sharp eyes. A look of envy, and perhaps of jealousy…

To be continued...

[tiredmamaissy]

listen 👂✋aonung crying cus you wont let him cum

🔞🔞mdni; adult!aonung

"oh, my sweet boy, no need to cry. Just tell me what you want." You coo, working out a squelching noise with each squeeze of your hand.

"i-i have been, oh - fuck. please! i need… ngh - to f-fucking cum! please." he whimpers, hips spasming in your hand.

you can’t help but giggle a little, watching this grown man squirm and tremble under your touch. you could feel his cockhead heat up even more in the palm of your hand, getting all red and swollen, pulsing at the rate of his heartbeat - just begging to burst and make a mess on your hand. it’s been half an hour already, you’re so impressed by how long he’s been holding up. it almost makes you want to reward this poor thing by letting him cum, but you couldn't have that. not when he's made it this far.

"ah. not yet, love. hold on a little longer, alright? can you do that for me?" you pull away your hand, voice feigned with innocence.

he shakes his head franticly, desperate for some relief. "please! no. no, no. i - i really can't. please, listen to me." his hips buck as a few droplets of tears crash onto his flushed cheeks.

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[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 19

Threesome

A/N: hi I think this was my favorite

Pairing: Neteyam x (fem) Omiticaya reader x Ao'nung

Warnings: pining, teasing, tail play, fingering, oral (fem receiving), p n v, creampie, multiple orgasms, slight voyeurism

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You distinctly feel the two pairs of eyes on you as the festivities commence.

It was celebrating you and a few other navi, along with your friend Kiri.

Now, 4 years ago you had decided to leave with your best friend. When the sullys had decided to leave, you had talked to your adopted father, Norm, and he had relented. He had shoved that tablet into your chest and made you promise to call him all the time, to which you've done.

And off you went, following your friend. Norm was almost convinced you would either mate Kiri or remain by her side forever, anyways.

But no, there were no feelings for your friend, as easy as that would be. She knew you and you knew her, almost like soul sisters.

That meant she also unfortunately knew of your silly little childhood crush on her older brother. At first it was just that; a silly little crush. But over the years, and as you grew and found out things you were attracted to, the oldest Sully boy seemed to check every box.

And unfortunately, as your luck may have it, so did another one.

Ao'nung was strong, resilient. As soon as he pulled his head out of his ass, he took charge of being the next Olo'eyktan. He was cocky, but humble now. He was a good warrior, a kind nurturer. He was the other side of the same coin with Neteyam.

Now, Ao'nung didn't exactly strike you as your type at first. He was an ass, he picked on Kiri and her brothers and tugged your tail one too many times to count.

But thankfully, it seems what with Lo'ak punching him in the face, then later the sully boy taking the blame for what happened at three brothers rock, he smartened up. He and Neteyam even got closer, they often sparred and learned from one another.

Your feelings for them only grew more and as soon as Tsireya had learned of your ever growing crush on her brother, she made it her mission to set you up with him. Then there was the issue with the other one. Lo'ak made it his mission to get his brother to finally see you.

So you had the lovebirds trying to set you up with someone, but not the same person.

What a headache.

You're finally able to slip out of the crowd after being tugged into a dance with Kiri, she snickers as you stumble, a little disoriented from the swaying.

"Shut up," you huff, taking a drink from one of the carved cups.

"Hey, yo, you got eyes on you," your friend smacks your arm, spilling part of your drink.

You hiss lightly, rolling your eyes,"Who?"

You're wiping your hand and wrist dry when she snorts, so you look up at her with your browbone quirked.

"Oh, shit," she chuckles.

"What??" You look around. You do feel the eyes, but you can't seem to find them.

"So, here's the thing," she turns to you, a shakey shit eating grin on her lips,"Lo'ak and Tsireya have been trying to set you up with their brothers, but neither of them know."

"Excuse me- what now?"

"Tsireya is trying to set you up with Ao'nung," she covers her mouth to stifle her laugh,"And Lo'ak is trying to set you up with Neteyam, and neither of them know."

Your jaw drops and you blink in surprise,"Uh- since when? Why? I- oh god, that's so embarrassing," you cover your face with both hands after putting your cup down.

"Since a little before you were training to claim your tsurak, since you becoming an adult and all needs some celebrating, and because you've been pining over them for forever," the last part comes out as a playful whine, and she takes your wrists and tugs your hands away from your face,"And quite frankly, you need to get laid. You've been alone for a while.. you shouldn't have to soldier through those heats alone, you know."

She almost seems worried, at first, but snickers at her own words.

You huff, thinking of a rebuttal but none come to mind,"So then, who do I choose? Your brother, or the ass who was mean to you?"

"Oh, come on now," Kiri rolls her eyes, smacking your shoulder lightly,"We've all but forgotten that, we were all kids."

"Yeah, yeah," you start, crossing your arms defensively.

"Hey, don't get all huffy with me," she yanks your arms down,"Just.. don't be so reserved anymore. You deserve to go and have some fun- but please, spare the details. I'd rather not hear of your escapades with either of them."

"But- I-"

She backs up quickly, giving you two thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd of dancers, surely to go and find Spider.

You sigh, picking your drink up and sip at it. You try to think, still feeling those eyes on you before a rough tug at your arm has you spilling the liquid.

"My drink- hey!"

"C'mere, I have someone I want you to talk to," Lo'ak smirks, dragging you somewhere.

Only, you're stopped, another hand wrapped around your other arm and tugging. You spot a grinning Tsireya and you whine as more of your drink is spilled to the sand.

"Come, come, wait, Lo'ak?" She looks at the boy with wide eyes and he mirrors that look,"What are you doing?"

He then grins,"I'm setting her up with someone," then tugs you to the side.

Tsireya keeps her grip firm, not relenting.

You snort at this, huffing at inspecting your cup and seeing nothing in it.

"What do you mean? I'm setting her up with someone.." Tsireya narrows her eyes at him.

Thankfully, it seems Eywa has blessed you to not have to literally be in the middle of this.

Only to curse you all over again.

A warm hand gently touches your back, and another, your shoulder.

"Sister," A raspy voice speaks,"I do believe Mother was looking for you."

You peer over your shoulder and go bug eyed at the sight of the ever growing Metkayina prince. He smirks lightly down at you.

You snap your head around, gazing at the oldest sully child. He only stares at his brother, seemingly telling him with his eyes to leave. Tsireya grips Lo'aks upper arm and drags him off, bickering.

The hand on your back guides you forward, and you realize quickly that it's Neteyam. Ao'nung has seemingly split off somewhere.

You're honestly at a loss for words. You look back at Neteyam in shock and he chuckles.

Thankfully, on the opposite side of the fire and dancing, there's logs to lounge on. He brings you to some far off, away from the noise enough that it's almost private. Several palm trees surround the particular area he's brought you to and you can't help but feel nervous.

Just as soon as you sit, Ao'nung is back with a fresh cup.

"I had seen that they had spilled your drink," he grins lightly.

"Oh- thank you," you grin back, taking it and sipping the cool fruit juice. You bring the cup down, watching as they settle on either side of you and you shrink in on yourself, unable to think of something to say.

Thankfully someone else does.

"Congratulations on your achievement," Neteyam speaks soft, proudly.

"Yes, that is truly a great step, you have done well," Ao'nung nods, turning to you as he straddles the log.

You blush lightly, nodding,"Thank you- was a lot of effort but truly worth it all."

You see Neteyam turning towards you and you gaze down at the drink in your hands,"So, uh-" You clear your throat,"What's up?"

Neteyam snickers quietly, turning away for a moment. Ao'nung grins cheekily, leaning to the side to catch your eye; you do end up gazing at him, wide eyes and nervousness clear.

"Nothing, tahni," he teases,"How are you enjoying the party?"

"Oh- it's great! Kiri and I danced a lot, Tuk joined for a bit but was dragged off by some other kids," you grin lightly.

"We saw, yes, I'm glad you've enjoyed the night so far," he scoots closer,"Got your eye on anybody?"

"What- huh?"

He smirks, tilting his head, but Neteyam speaks up,"Has anyone here caught your attention?"

"I- um, I don't know," you blush heavily, shrugging, then sip at your drink. God, this is a nightmare and a dream.

"Really, now?"

"Okay, Ao'nung," Neteyam grins lightly, shaking his head before redirecting his attention to you,"Sorry, he's been wanting to tease you for a while."

"I- what?"

"We started to notice that our siblings were," he smirks,"to put it shortly, trying to set us up with you. But they were doing so separately.."

"So one day, after sparring, Lo'ak had come by and I happened to overhear-"

"Oh, you were blatantly eavesdropping, Ao'nung," Neteyam rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

"Anyways- Lo'ak started to talk highly of you and low and behold, we've all been played!"

You snort out a laugh, shaking your head fondly and your shoulders slump as you relax,"Kiri had just told me before she left."

"So," Ao'nung draws out, scooting even closer. You idly feel Neteyam closer beside you, now seemingly straddling the log as well.

"So?" You question, nervous all over again.

"We wondered why they want us to be set up with you," The male behind you rasps,"Have you perhaps got something to tell us?"

By this point, Ao'nung has slid closer to you and leaned into your space. You're leaning back, nervous but only lean into Neteyam. You're suddenly very aware of the fact that you all are very much still outside, and you swear you can distinctly feel some lingering gazes of surely some jealous Metkayina women who see you as a potential threat. Taking a quick glance, you huff a sigh of relief, you're just out of sight for anyone to really decipher that it was you with two of the most sought after males.

"No- Nope, I don't," you mumble, blushing hotter as you struggle to keep eye contact with the metkayina.

He gently takes your free hand, dragging it forward and kissing along your knuckles. You choke on a gasp and he grins, turning your hand over and kissing your palm, slowly working up to your wrist.

"How about now, yawne?" Neteyam asks gently, now completely pressed into your side. He trails his fingers lightly up your spine, then back down, thumbing at the base of your tail.

You bite your lip to muffle the whine bubbling up from your throat.

"Come on, stop- stop teasing me," you mumble, looking away from them.

Ao'nung then grasps your left knee, lifting it and dropping it on the other side of the log, making you straddle it too. Your drink spills a little, but you don't care this time, and Neteyam gently takes the cup from your hand to drop it to the sand, spilling it. The metkayina gets even closer now, and you gasp as Neteyams hands grip at your sides to drag your back into his chest. You lean against him completely now and you feel your face grow even hotter if that were possible.

"Okay, enough teasing," Neteyam sends a warning look to Ao'nung,"We just want to know of your feelings, if they're returned, really."

Your eyes grow comically wide,"Returned? Wait, wait," you look at Ao'nung in confusion,"I- what is happening right now."

"We like you, and we'd love to have you for the night," Ao'nung is straight to the point, seemingly restless from dancing around the subject despite enjoying teasing you only moments ago.

"If you'll have us.. we can give you pleasure for the evening," Neteyam speaks soft into your hair, hands gently caressing your forearms.

Your breathing gets slightly heavier at the thought. God.. the things you have imagined while alone in your marui would make Eywa blush..

You swallow thickly, blinking up at the man in front of you,"No teasing?"

"Of course not," Neteyam reassures you.

Ao'nung grins,"Maybe not here," only to receive a smack on the shoulder.

You ponder it over for a moment before nodding softly. Ao'nung is quick to lean in, only to be held back by Neteyams hand on his forehead. He grunts in annoyance.

"Are you sure? Yes or no, tiyawn, your comfort is top priority," his voice is soft and tender.

You nod quick, clearing your throat,"Yes- yes, I'm sure."

Neteyam lifts his hand, and Ao'nung cups the side of your jaw to angle your face as he kisses you deeply right away.

You release a surprised noise, sighing into him as he licks into your mouth and you can't stop the whine you let out into his mouth. Neteyam leans down to press soft kisses against your shoulder.

Ao'nung kisses hot and fast and by the time he pulls back, kisses trailing down your throat, you're panting for breath.

Neteyam takes the other side of your jaw and turns your head to kiss you too. He kisses soft, sweet and tender, gently tonguing at your lips and diving in slowly. The lips at your neck suck marks, soon moving down to your clavicle and you jolt back with a surprised gasp at the hand traveling up your thigh.

"Can we- can we go somewhere private?"

The boys nod quick, taking your hand and lifting you from the log to lead you off. Thankfully it's only a few moments walk, but that's due to Ao'nungs impatience and he lugs you over his shoulder and takes off down the bouncing paths as you shriek out with giggles, to his own private marui just on the outskirts. Neteyam chuckles as he follows you both in, turning to tie the flaps closed before turning to you and grinning lightly.

You blush, suddenly everything hitting you and those nerves pile up. You watch as Ao'nung is cleaning parts of his marui, making his bed nicer. It seems Neteyam realizes your nerves rising, and comes over to cup your arm.

"Hey, if you change your mind or anything makes you want to stop, you tell us, ok? Your comfort is most important, no matter when, you tell us," he speaks reassuringly.

You nod and smile lightly in thanks,"I will, I promise."

"Good girl," he mutters before cupping your neck, angling your face up and kissing you softly once more.

Now it's Ao'nung that crowds in behind you, lifting your hair out of the way and again kissing your neck. You shiver in delight especially when four hands start to caress your body.

Two glide along your sides, tracing the ridges of your ribs, rolling up the notches of your spine and almost massaging up your back.

The other two cup your neck, trailing down your chest and glide over your breasts, down your sides and the thumbs dip into your navel to settle on your hips.

Neteyam disconnects from the kiss to press his lips down your jaw and along the column of your throat, and Ao'nung is quick to tilt your head, leaning down you kiss you deeply once more.

He pulls back after a moment, thumbing at the strings holding your top up,"Can I take this off?"

You nod quickly, breathing heavily.

"That breathless after a kiss? Thought I taught you better, paskalin," Ao'nung teases and you roll your eyes, then he's quickly untying the top as Neteyam peels it off, tossing it to the side.

Ao'nung groans, peering over your shoulder as your nipples harden up just slightly. He trails his hands up, cupping the underside of your boobs.

Neteyam cups your lower back, presses soft kisses down to your clavicle and nipping there, then quickly down to your chest. He kisses over the soft skin, then makes eye contact with you as he licks over your nipple. Your hips buck, a broken gasp seeping from your puffy lips.

He wraps his lips around the bud and teases, suckling lightly. You moan out as Ao'nung drags a hand up to pinch at your other nipple.

Your tail whips between Ao'nung's legs, smacking his calves and he chuckles at this, stepping back just an inch and bringing his other hand down to grab the base of your tail.

You yelp, eyes fluttering and head tilting back against his shoulder.

"Oh?" He grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck. He rubs his thumb at the skin around your tail, teasing the base and you whine, cutting it off as you bite your lip.

Neteyam lightly nips your nipple between his front teeth and you jolt, arching your back and pressing more of your flesh into him.

Neteyam releases your nipple, descending down your front,"I must taste you, paskalin," and he kneels before you. A shot of adrenaline races up your spine at the sight,"Great mother, you are divine."

You huff, blushing hot.

Ao'nung latches his head over your shoulder to watch as Neteyam unties your tewng, helping as he unlaces it from your tail, and its tossed to the side quickly. The metkayina ends up using his foot to spread yours, making you spread your thighs and Neteyam shoves himself through. He tenderly kisses your inner thighs and you sigh shakily, groaning when Ao'nung returns his attention and hands to teasing your nipples, pinching the softening buds to harden them up again.

The Omiticaya lifts one of your thighs, laying it over his shoulder and eyeing your pussy. It's wet, slick having gathered at your inner thighs already and he groans, taking in your scent greedily before he licks hot up your folds, delving his tongue between them by the top and locating your clit.

You bark out a moan, hips rolling and you lift your hands to cling to Ao'nungs forearms.

"Oh, f-fuck," you gasp out in surprise as his tongue curls over your clit, stroking over the sensitive bud relentlessly.

Ao'nung sucks marks into your neck and lightly grinds his growing cock into your backside as he watches.

The Omiticaya between your legs moans against you, then gently lifts a hand to prod at your dripping hole, pressing in,in,in, until he's knuckle deep.

You moan lowly, drawn out, nearly overwhelmed with the pleasure of him suckling on your clit and pulling that finger out then thrusting back in to your pulsing walls.

"Good girl," Ao'nung praises into your neck and you whine breathlessly.

Neteyam adds another finger, then recreates his pattern but quirks his fingers around, almost searching and-

"Oh! Fuck, wait!-" You jolt, hips bucking your cunt against his face.

He fingers into your gspot, grinning as he licks over your clit lazily.

The fingers teasing your nipples, tongue on your clit and those two long fingers fucking into your clenching cunt has you babbling incoherent words, shrieking out a moan and your back arches, head craning back as you cum. You heave for breath, blinking blearily and whine as he still drives his fingers into you. Your thighs clench and he chuckles, finally pulling out, and you sigh in relief.

"We're not done, tahni," Ao'nung grins into your neck before lifting you quickly and walking over to the bed where he lays you down. Neteyam follows behind silently, then kneels above you on the bed, watching and lazily untying his tewng.

Ao'nung unties his tewng quickly, then quickly moves between your thighs to bully his head through, weaving his arms up and under your thighs to grip the your hips, holding you in place. Once satisfied with his grip, he licks hot and rough at your folds, searching until he finds your clit. He licks over it teasingly then sucks just right and you cry out, thighs clenching around his head as you try to push at his head but he only grins into you, continuing to eat you out like he hadn't eaten in days. Neteyam strokes his cock languidly, sighing out of his nose as he watches you arch into Ao'nungs mouth.

"Please- Oh, shit, fuck," you whine, pleading for him to stop or to keep going, you don't know. All you know is that this is heaven despite your clit being oversensitive. Your hands grasp into his braid, tugging and he growls into your cunt.

He disconnects from your clit only to press his tongue into your waiting hole, the bridge of his nose perfectly grinding into the bundle of nerves as he fucks his tongue into you. He's enjoying this so much, he grinds his cock into the bedding.

You're reaching that crest quick, moans and whines are tumbling out of your mouth as you drag his face into your pussy. Everything snaps, you cry out desperately as you cum again, right on his tongue. He moans into you as your walls pulse around his appendage. He drags it out for a few moments and you whine, weakly pushing him away and he chuckles. He rises, and you blink up at him and shiver at the sight. His nose, chin, lips, even dripping down his neck is your slick. Shiny and a lot.

He grins,"You taste so sweet, paskalin."

You blink lazily, but then your gaze then snaps down to his waist and you swallow thickly.

He's huge- that same light teal color with a deeper blueish purple color at the base, small ridges flaring up around the base and those little tahni coming up in a pattern.

He comes in close, stroking himself after wiping his face of your slick. He gently cups your hip in one hand, lifting you slightly and prodding at your hole with his cock.

He gazes up at you,"Ready?"

And you nod quickly,"Yeah, yes," with a rasp.

He presses in, and there's little to no resistance so his tip pops in with ease, slowly filling your walls.

You choke on a moan, head craning back in shock. Neteyam watches, gently cupping your cheek and nodding at you, whispering praises that have your body lighting up even moreso.

Soon, Ao'nung presses completely inside, hips flush with yours. He grinds into you, leaning forward and bracketing his arms on either side of your head, then he pulls out, only to thrust back in. He tests the waters a few times, then finds a good rhythm, building up his speed.

All you can do is release punched out moans and whines, clinging to the underside of his biceps.

The Omiticaya sighs, fist speeding up around his cock and reaching down to thumb at your nipples.

Your cunt tightens around Ao'nung, pulsing hot and wet, slick leaking from your hole as he fucks into you quicker.

You feel it coming, unable to breathe for a moment as this one came around too quick, and your back almost hurts as you arch upward, crying out as it gushes through you. You cum hard, collapsing against the fabrics and struggle to catch your breath. He's relentless, though, continuing to drill his cock into you at a near punishing pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside and his pubic bone almost smacking against your clit. He finally leans down, groaning into your neck and biting the side of your neck lightly as he presses his hips flush to yours, cumming deep into you. You sigh shakily, bones like jelly and your chest heaves.

He takes a moment, and Neteyam brushes his thumb over your cheek tenderly while brushing away some stray hairs.

Ao'nung finally pulls out, gentle and slow, and you groan as your cunt clenches around nothing. Cum spills out of you and the metkayina grins at the sight.

He's quick to lean down, lifting you gently. You go with ease, after all not feeling your bones makes you pretty pliable.

"Neteyam, lay down, sit down, whatever," Ao'nung instructs, turning me around in his hold to face the Omiticaya.

Neteyam sits back, leaning against a beam and cups your hips as Ao'nung brings you closer,"Can you take me as well?"

You lick your lips, grinning weakly,"Not a quitter," and you chuckle weakly.

He grins, shaking his head before gripping the base and aiming, other hand clinging to your waist and Ao'nung gently guides you down onto his friends cock.

You whine, head tilting back onto Ao'nungs shoulder when you finally take Neteyam to the hilt.

The metkayina keeps you there for a moment and you breath shakily.

The Omiticaya reaches so much deeper at this angle, tip kissing your cervix.

You moan airily, hips gyrating on the cock and the shaft rubs at your inner walls perfectly.

You're then lifted, then thrusted back down his length with a broken cry.

Again; lifted, then dropped, completely at Ao'nung and Neteyams mercy as the metkayina fucks you onto his friends cock.

"Great mother- how are you still this tight?" The sully groans, fangs bared in a pleasured grimace. He moans, panting as your pussy clenches around him, not wanting to release him.

Ao'nung keeps helping you, and you're beyond thankful because you could not feel your thighs.

Slick drips down onto Neteyam, making every time you're dropped down create a wet slap. Your moans are drawn out, incoherent and desperate despite having already came 3 times.

"Look at our good girl, Neteyam," Ao'nung praises and you whine, embarrassed.

Neteyam grins, hand squeezing your hip in appreciation before drifting the other hand down to thumb at your sensitive clit.

You choke on a cry, your hands weakly trying to slap the hand away but to no avail.

"Pleasepleaseplease," you whine, groaning in desperation.

Ao'nung kisses your neck, rolling your hips up and down, quickening the pace and grinning at your desperate cries and moans.

You don't even have time to prepare for this one, it practically sucker punches you. Your pussy clenches again around the cock, seemingly milking it, and your vision blacks out as you cum, head tilted back in a silent gape. You squirt and it leaks down onto Neteyams navel.

Ao'nung just keeps bringing you up and down before the Omiticaya finally grips your hips tight and tugging you down flush on his cock. He groans deeply, also tilting his head back as he cums into you.

You remain on him for a while until you're able to come back to your senses, breathing finally normal and blinking blearily as you slump against Neteyam.

Ao'nung had spent that time to grab water, towels, and extra blankets.

You're in and out of sleep, only waking when Neteyam gently lifts you off of him and groaning at the emptiness, then when they're cleaning you gently.

They manage to wake you long enough to drink some water, dabbing away the sweat across your forehead and chest.

You're dozing off officially when they set you down in bed, curling up on either side.

They whisper praises, kissing your lips, cheeks, shoulders.

You slept real good that night.

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A/N: I am so eepy

Taglist:

@akoyaxs

(Lmk if you want to be added!)

[greeneywa]

Ao'nung dating deaf and mute reader part 2

In private...

He is not that touch-starved but yk he still clingy asf you are just not allowed to not be in his arms also HE IS INTO NECK KISSES LIKE FR MA BOI IS A SUCKER FOR YOU TRHOAT AND NECK!!! Also he is not shy around his parent he can and he will kiss you infront of them he won't go extra yk but still he is not afraid to lovingly kiss you while you visit him at his parents marui and to be honest his parent dont care as long as yk y'all are not doing the "extra" y'all even got your own kiss language yes kiss language for when y'all are being intimate (if y'all want I'll explain this later in a nsfw part 3)

Only 6 person I've seen him being touchy and affectionate toward you and they are his parents,your parents, tsireya and rotxo

Jealousy

He is def not jealous like come on he is the chief's son the most handsome and skilled metkayina boy on his island and lets be honest he had his fair share of girls before you so he is not jealous or insecure quite the opposite if you cheat on him you are the one who is loosing...to be honest you are the one who get jealous because he is not cold toward other girls like he don't flirt with them, but he talk nicely , he smile,he even compliment since you can't ear you don't know what is he saying but sometimes you do sign to him

"What do she want ?" And he'll be like "just to know if I can give some hunting lessons to her younger brothers" he sign back and it was true," why did you speak so nicely to her?" You sign "im just polite" he sign..

You were pissed and he knew it so he did what work best to get you back in the mood ......

SEA SHELL PICKING DATE!!!!

(Traduction: you running around the beach looking for pretty Sea shell while dragging him he love seeing you happy and being bubbly sometimes you'll catch him stare at you in awe and when you sign to him "What wrong ?" He sign back "nothing to worry about princess " then you smiled at him and he kissed your forehead before tangling your hands together and keep on walking around the beach)

His family

Tsireya is your number one shipper and fan she always knew her bug bro have a sweet spot for you

Tonowari is supportive after all you Are the daughter of Toruk Makto and a good influence for him

Ronal was not having it and she still struggle a bit but since she is the only with Neytiri that is against it she shut her mouth and just sulk in a corner

Your family

Jake was just like tonowari (also it's a good opportunity yk)

Neytiri couldn't believe her ears...her precious little baby with this ugly,stkinky,humpy dumpy looking fish!!!

But since you are happy..she stay silent

Neteyam Accept it but he keep an eye on Ao'nung He still don't fully trust him

Lo'ak was about to complain then he remember that he have tsireya so yeah he keep quiet.Kiri was disappointed...just that....disappointed in you lack of taste (also because she hate him)

Tuk was shocked but she quickly shrugged it off

Argument

Y'all never argue,cause Ao'nung is in fact very mature he knows when he fucked up something so when there is some kind of disagreement y'all always "talk" it out and it works y'all have hardly ever argue..and when it happens Ao'nung know that he can be pretty mean and say pretty hurtful things so when he is mad at you he walk away it's actually very easy to get on his nerves he get mad very quickly so if one day you see him walking away alone one the beach dont follow him dont play the " I'm the only one who can calm him" cause he will shamelessly snap at you or anyone

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[torukmaktoskxawng]

Warning: mentions of somnophilia, nsfw, and smut

Minors DNI

What if, and hear me out, your Na'vi lover decides to fuck your avatar while your link is broken and you're somewhere else in your human body

[quicktosimp]

Sit, Stay, Good Boy

Summary: Aonung is acting like a brat again; it seems he forgot his last lesson.

Here's a visual of the genitalia: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53553106

Aonung/Na'vi!Sully!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Impact play, Cock Torture, Dom!Reader, Sub!Aonung, Humiliation, Degradation, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Alien Genitalia

“Damit!”

Turning my head, I look over and see Lo’ak; he was holding his nose, blood poured through his fingers.

“Lo’ak, are you okay?” I scrambled to my little brother, pulling his hands away so I could assess the damage.

“What happened this time?” Kiri asked, following closely.

“Ma’Itan!” We both parted for Sa’nu as she pulled Lo’ak further into our marui.

Lo’ak didn’t fight Sa’nu as he tried to wave us off, “I’m fine. Fishlips is in a mood today, and apparently, I got in his way,” His voice mumbled by his hand.

Sa’nu managed to peel his hand away, showing us the start of purple bleeding from the bridge of his nose and into the corner of his left eye, and it is already swelling shut. Rage flashed through me. This bastard targets my brother whenever he’s in a mood, and I am sick of it.

“That cursed boy keeps doing this! I do not know why Jake will not take these matters to the Olo’eyktan, but if he doesn’t, I will deal with your father myself,” Sa’nu grumbled as she weaved through the salves and ointments on in the rafters. 

“It is alright, Sa’nu. Aonung is mostly on good terms with me. Let me see if I can get to the root of this. It would be better to handle this ourselves than to disrupt the Olo’eyktan,” I explained softly.

Neteyam has always been known as a strong leader, but as his twin, I was meant to be the soft healer, but it wasn’t underappreciated when it turned out I was an excellent diplomat. My calm demeanor has always been good when I have to butt into things. 

Sa’nu frowned, her brow creasing with worry, but it was Lo’ak who spoke first, “Bad idea, Sis, he’s already hit one of us today. I don’t want you to be next.”

“Ma’Ite, I agree with Lo’ak. The Olo’eyktan’s son has already struck your brother today; I cannot promise that I will be able to handle this rationally if another one of my children were to be harmed,” Sa’nu explained worryingly. 

I walked over and hugged her, “It will be alright, Sa’nu. Aonung has done nothing more than send barbed words my way. I do not think Aonung is barbaric enough to lay a hand on me,” I was soft but firm in my reasoning.

I could feel Sa’nu’s sigh against my braids as he hugged me back, “You are far too stubborn. Even if I told you not to, you would still go and meet him.” She pulled away, holding me in her outstretched arms, “But you will take something for your protection,” Her words were final.

I smiled and nodded my head, “Of course, Sa’nu.”

“I still don’t like it, but if Fishlips does anything, make sure you get him good, Sis,” Lo’ak grumbled.

Sa’nu sapped her head at Lo’ak, “You will do well not to antagonize him; if I find out that these brawls have all been started by you, not even Eywa will be able to find you,” Her words were harsh, but her eyes betray her concern.

Using the distraction Lo’ak provided, I slipped away, all the while grabbing my weapon. It is my favorite, made of braided pa’li hair that is connected to a hand-carved wooden handle. I spent hours carving and painting it to my liking. Sempu said that it was similar to a tawtute weapon called a whip. I love it nonetheless. I use it for many things, such as dancing and reaching for things. I even used it to grab onto branches out of my reach and swing through the forest with it. But for now, it will have a different purpose.

I walk the sandy beach of Awa'atlu. Many others wave at me, and I wave back. As the calm Sully who helps and plays with the children, I was accepted quickly along with Tuk. Others looked on, seeing me as friendly and relaxed. Not one of them knew that I was on a mission. And not one could comprehend that the following actions could be my own. 

I walked further away from the village to a quiet, isolated spot. Forgotten by many, but it is a place that I know Aonung visits when he’s upset. Looking around, Aonung was nowhere to be found, so I settled into some of the rocks nearby and waited. 

It wasn’t long until I heard the sound of feet on the sand. Peaking around, I see Aonung, his face marred by this anger. To others, his face would bring fear, but I felt nothing but righteous anger for what he did to my baby brother, but I held those emotions under a tight, calm facade, and I will not budge from it. 

Unknowing of my presence, Aonung walked by my hiding place, and I struck. Using my whip, I wrapped the length of it around his ankle and pulled. Aonung quickly fell, his face now buried in the sand. As he recovered, he spun around, snarling until he saw my face. His face turned to one of fear as his ears pinned back, and his tail became stiff. 

“Please, I’m so-”

“Shut up, I didn’t say you could speak,” I snapped at him, my face completely cold.

Aonung audibly shut his mouth quickly as he looked up at me, waiting for my next move.

“Now sit pretty,” I commanded him.

Aonung moved into the proper position, on his knees, legs spread, ankles touching, arms behind his back, and his chest pushed out.

“You will nod your head yes or no to my questions, understand?” I questioned blankly.

Aonung quickly nodded his head, afraid of angering me anymore.

“Did you hit Lo’ak?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.

Hesitantly, he nodded his head yes.

“Did you approach Lo’ak first?” 

Again, he nodded an affirmative.

“Did Lo’ak antagonize you first?” Knowing that Lo’ak would have retaliated, I love my brother, but he’s stupid.

Slowly, he shook his head.

“I see. Last question: did you strike first?” 

Aonung’s eyes widened as he stared up at me. I waited for his response, giving him the time to answer. And he did, slowly nodding his head, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re being a good boy for me and telling the truth, but that doesn’t excuse your actions. You sought a fight, and you struck my brother unprompted,” I wrap the length of my whip into a coil and hold it out so the handle is facing Aonung, “Tell me, how many lashes do you think you deserve?” 

Aonung leans in and kisses the handle before muttering, “25.”

I sat and looked at him stonily, not allowing him to see how shocked I was. 25 is not a number I would have thought of, with my hand maybe, but with my whip, absolutely not. 

I brought the whip under his chin, lifting it up into an uncomfortable angle, “You really are trying to be a good boy for me. But I will not accept your ridiculous request. I will just have to think of something."

I circle around him, watching his reactions. Aonung sitting in his proper position, not moving a muscle. Thinking about a suitable punishment. This has been an ongoing problem; thus, the punishment must reflect that. But 25 lashes with my whip would cause far too much damage. It would leave him bloody and raw. But if it was over several days…

“Stand,” My voice was firm.

Aonung stood quickly, his arms still behind his back and his feet shoulder-width apart. I trailed my fingertips across his shoulder blades and down his back. While mostly gone, there are traces of my previous marks, sealing my theory. 

“I’ve come to notice you act out every time you’re almost healed. So, to save my sanity and my brother's face, we will be working on a new routine. Every night just after eclipse, you will join me here and will take five lashes or 15 spanks. This will continue until I can trust you to behave yourself,” I back up and point to the rocky wall, “Remove your tewng and assume the position.”

Aonung quickly obeys, untying the straps of his tewng and folding it neatly before he walks over, kneeling in front of the rocky wall and placing his hands high on the wall, giving me the perfect angle for his back.

I readied myself behind him, unrolling my whip, “For tonight, I will add five additional lashes for the stunt you pulled today. You will face a total of ten lashes tonight. Is that understood?” 

“Yes, Sumtsyìp,” Aonung responded dutifully.

“Good, now count,” With that, I raised my arm and cracked the whip.

The resounding sound was loud as the braided pa’li hairs met his skin.

“One,” Aonung said, attempting to sound unbothered.

I raised my hand again and struck the whip. 

The muscles of Aonung’s back flexed as he gritted out, “Two.”

Once more, I raised my hand, but I flicked it twice this time, sending two lashes back to back.

“Three, four!” Aonung’s voice was louder as he fought to stay in place.

I quickly laid one more on his back before he could catch his breath.

Aonung moaned as he stuttered out, “Five!”

I walked closer to Aonung, needing to asses the physical damage and his mental state before continuing. Upon closer inspection, Aonung’s back had five red lines crisscrossing along the back, raised but not broken. Aonung heaved in a breath, his chest stuttering. I grabbed his chin, making him face me, and the sight broke my heart. Tears were streaming down his face as he sucked in sobs. I caressed his face as I brought my lips to his in a tender kiss. 

“You’re being so good to me, Aonung,” I gave him gentle praise, “You don’t have to worry about anything, just let me take care of you,” I kissed him sweetly again, soft but passionate, before I pulled away, “Are you good to continue?” I questioned him, needing to know before I continued.

“Ye-yes, I I’m good,” Aonung stuttered out, his voice low.

I caressed his face one last time before I backed up, assuming my previous position, “Five more to go.”

I raise my arm higher, aiming for untouched skin, flicking my wrist so it lands across his upper back.

“Eywa! Six!” Aonung’s voice was high and whiny, making me wonder about his intentions.

Deciding to test my theory, I aimed lower, down near the tailbone; a quick flick and there was a new mark.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Seven!” He moaned, rolling his hips.

I couldn’t stop the giggle that left my lips, “Is my naughty boy acting like a slut?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry, Sumtsyìp, I didn’t mean to,” Aonung tried to apologize.

“Don’t worry slut, I’ll take care of it after,” I slipped back into my unfeeling roll with ease, quickly aiming for his back twice.

“Shit! Fuck,” He moaned, making my cunt throb, “Eight! Nine!” He remembered to count.

“Good boy, I almost had to give you more,” I praised coldly, “Now turn around and face me, hands behind your head,” My instructions were clear.

On his knees, he slowly turned to face me, his arms behind his head, chest pushed out. Aonung’s pretty little slit housing his sex organs was relaxed, the tip of his cock peeking out.

“You really are my little slut, but don’t worry. I’m here to take care of you; I always am,” I said softly before quickly whipping across his slit.

Aonung’s eyes went wide as he knelt over, his face in the sand, as he gasped for breath. His legs shook, but that didn’t stop his hips from rolling. I watched him with amusement, waiting for him to count, but it seemed that while lost in his sea pain and pleasure, he forgot. While thinking about how I was going to punish him for miss counting, I expected the lashes on his back. Raised, and would leave bruises, but no slit skin, and not a drop of blood. Absolutely beautiful.

“Sit up,” I demanded.

Slowly and shakily, he does. Leaning back up on his knees, I could see now that his cock had slipped out, hard and covered in sand. 

I sneered down at it and toed it with my foot, “That thing is going nowhere near me, covered in sand. But if you must, you can take care of it yourself.” 

Aonung looked at me as if I was Eywa herself, “Thank you, Sumtsyìp,” And his hand drifted to his cock, the base of his cock is the same light blue as his skin, lightening into a pretty baby purple at the tapered tip of his cock; the shaft is covered in spines similar to that of his kuru. Aonung started at the base, gripping it firmly before slowly moving upward, the spines flexing and bending under his touch, then moving back down, away from the tip, which I had struck.

“Oh fuck,” He moaned breathlessly, his head tilted back.

His mouth opened wide as he licked his lips, making me eager for more. So, I closed the distance between us and threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him to my relaxed slit. I didn’t even have to ask before Aonung latched on; his free hand came up and wrapped around my hip, holding me in place. All the while swiping his tongue across my slit. The wet muscle was eager to enter into me. 

“Such a good boy,” I growled, pulling his hair more, giving me a whimper in return.

Always crafty with his tongue, Aonung pushed through with ease, wiggling his tongue around my insides. I moaned as I rolled my hips into his face, covering him with my slick. Thank Eywa Aonung doesn’t have a gag reflex; his long tongue is able to slide deep inside me while my inner tendrils wrap around his tongue and trail into his mouth. My tendrils wanted to lock him inside me, thinking that it was a mating. Each wiggle and thrust of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure through my body. 

“Oh, that’s my good fucking slut,” I groaned.

I could feel Aonung’s hand working underneath me and the moans that traveled through my core. I looked deep into Aonung’s eyes, his big blue orbs filled with lust, love, and devotion, as he pleased me, and I knew I would give him the world in return.

“Cum for me, Nung,” I ordered softly.

Aonung’s eyes widened as his body shook, his hips thrusting erratically. His spurts of cum landed on my leg and foot. By Eywa, his moans and deep vibrations are mixed with the sounds of his whines, feeling like a tawtute vibrator but playing my favorite song. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Nung,” I rolled my moaned as I came. I rolled my hips as I rode my high. My thighs shook as Aonung continued to pleasure me. All I could think about was his tongue and sparks of pleasure that flowed through my body as I gasped for air. 

“Such a good boy, such a good fucking boy for me. My slut, no one else's,” I growled as I ripped him away from 

my slit, bringing his face to mine.

“Yours, always and forever yours,” He whispered reverently, his eyes telling the truth.

No matter how many bumps we encounter, we will always have each other.

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༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ The Boy's A Liar [16+ content]

pairing; ao'nung x reader

summary: "we're never doing this again." you knew your boy well. he in fact, will be doing it again. he just needed a little push.

warnings; slight smut, swearing, implied smut at the end.

pulling away from your tight grasp, ao'nung felt his body relax as his previous overstimulated member pulled out of your slick. his cock still hardened at the sight of your juices glistening on his bone. a whimper leaving his mouth, a small whisper leaving as well. shit.

"never... again." a huff coming from ao'nung's mouth as he got up. adjusting his loincloth back on, tying the two strings together to stay latched on his small waist. his once hard bone grew soft as he stood still for a few seconds. sweat ran down your forehead as you got up as well, tying your loincloth to your much small waist as well as placing on your beaded bra.

"that is what you said yesterday, ao'nung." you smirked, walking closer to the taller figure. a finger playfully making its way on his broad shoulder. gripping your wrist tightly as he pulled you closer, placing his palms on your waist.

"i know, but that top you wore today was so fucking distracting. but i mean it this time. no more of this. tsireya wouldn't love this at all, you know this." ao'nung stated, before slapping the flesh of your ass. you let out a yelp as he smiled downward to your state.

the mention of your best friend was a way to pick at your heart strings, ao'nung knew that. fucking your best friend's older brother was something you never expected, but here you two were.

roughly, your hand quickly reached the back of his head, pulling by his hair rather harshly. you watched as his head went backward slowly, a low moan leaving his mouth. you were beyond annoyed at the boy that stood before you.

"do not speak to me with such tone as if you are not the one who's underneath me, whimpering for a single release just with the touch of my fingers. you can deny it all you like. we both know who will come crawling back all hard and in heat." each sentence was a harder tug at his hair.

disobedient was a word to call ao'nung. everything about him was disobedient. you hated his shit attitude. he spoke to you as if he isn't the one begging to release. as if he wasn't the one who quite literally begged you to be his first ever person to fuck with. you hated how he spoke to you with such a disrespectful tone in his voice. but either way, you were always to put him in his place, especially when he came back to you. yearning for your touch. yearning for you to make him feel good. you loved him when he was a mess. but the little act of him being 'tough' was something you hated. however, you were always able to tame the little bitch of yours. always.

slowly releasing him from your grip, you pushed him out of your tent. "i'll see you here again, maybe, tomorrow? or at eclipse?" you asked with a smug painting your face.

with a scoff, ao'nung already made his way off. "i'll see you never, i promise you that."

rolling your eyes at the figure, you made your way into your marui. your boy always said that, but his actions never collided well with his speech.

you had a conversation - more like eavesdropped - with some of the people in the village. overhearing the story of how the olo'eyktan's daughter, who was your best friend, who also held great responsibility, letting an outsider bond with another outsider. lo'ak and the infamous payakan.

so it was no doubt that if lo'ak was involved, then so was tsireya. additionally, if tsireya was in it, then so was your little fuck buddy; so you made the effort to dress all pretty and accidentally walk pass the olo'eyktan's hut.

as you made your way around the enormous hut, you saw the back of ao'nung's head. your eyes fell on his stripey back, his muscles slightly tense. with a simple flick of your hair, you made your way past the olo'eyktan's tent.

as you walked by, you felt the eyes of ao'nung. you felt his intense gaze, yet you chose to walk rather slowly, letting your hips move along with every step you made. paying no mind to the boy, his nose twitching at the scent you held. you rubbed the very same herbs tsireya gifted you on your neck. the very one you knew that made ao'nung go crazy while he fucked himself into you senseless. the very scent he loved to smell on your neck while you ride him, with your arms around his neck while he planted his arms around your small waist.

by the time you already made your way back to your hut, leaving his, you heard the very footsteps of ao'nung behind you. surprise, surprise.

"what the fuck was that?" you heard his voice growl as he forcefully turned you around. smirking back at his angered facials, "what was what?" you asked innocently.

"you know exactly what i am talking about." ao'nung says.

"well then, if you're so worked up about it. come and fix it in my hut, yeah?"

that being the last thing you muttered before, you both ended up in your marui pod, doing what only Eywa wished she could unsee.