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professional-yapper · 4 months

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Curiosity

Aonung x Human! Reader

Summary: Aonung is curious about the sky demon that came to his village with the Sullies.

Warnings: Aonung not respecting boundaries like at all, treats reader like an object kind of, manhandling, nothing serious tbh, Spider gets ragged on repeatedly

It's late afternoon, the sun at its peak, bathing the Metkayina village in warm gold.

You were enjoying yourself thoroughly, floating on your back and letting the sun warm the parts of you that weren't submerged in cool water. Your exomask was gathering a little condensation in the heat, but not enough to disturb your relaxed state.

It had been a good day. Neytiri had been growing warmer towards you as of late, though you suspected it was mostly born of a desire to please Kiri, who felt Spider's absence sorely and had turned to you to fill the gap of her token human best friend.

A position which you didn't entirely appreciate being thrust into, as a matter of fact. Sure, you missed Spider too, and you were as close to her as you were to her other siblings, but you weren't him. You didn't want the sudden responsibility that came with being their fill-in human. You couldn't crack gross boy jokes with Lo'ak, couldn't comfort Kiri over the shared lack of parents. And you definitely didn't paint yourself blue and act totally feral.

Like you said, you liked Spider, but that was something about him you never understood.

So you were happy to have this respite, even if it were a brief one.

That is, until a shadow fell across you. A large one. You groaned at the disturbance and sudden lack of sunlight, opening your mouth to tell whoever it was to fuck off, when you found that it wasn't Loak, as you had expected, standing on the platform above you, but the son of the Metkayina chief. Onung or something.

"Can I help you?" you asked, trying your best not to sound too irritable. After all, his family was hosting you and the Sullies. He was a dick, but it wouldn't do anyone any good if you mouthed off at him. Not that the desire wasn't there.

"Do you have to wear that mask all the time? I've never seen you take it off," he commented, ignoring your question as he lowered his bulk into a crouch, tail swishing across the ground behind him as he looked at you with genuine curiosity on his face.

You squinted at him, shifting onto your front and treading water as you did so. "I can't breathe your air," you replied bluntly, then, unable to resist, added an "idiot" after for good measure.

He scowled briefly, ears flicking backwards.

You huffed out a laugh, rather pleased with yourself for managing to get under his skin. "Now, is that all? Because I'm trying to enjoy the sun, and- hey! Hey!"

You cut yourself off as his large hands hooked under your armpits, lifting you clear of the water. "What are you doing, dickhead?!" you snapped indignantly, trying to pry his hands off you, kicking at his arms. "Put me down!"

It was his turn to ignore you now, instead carefully adjusting himself to sit on the edge of the platform, legs dangling above the water.

He lowered you onto his lap, and you briefly considered stomping on his dick once you found your feet on his broad thighs, but settled for folding your arms and glaring at him. He shifted his hands to your middle, presumably to keep you from falling or jumping off, and continued to stare at you.

Your cheeks grew hot almost immediately. You felt beyond exposed as he observed you, standing there on his thighs with his hands on your body, only in your damn bikini. He was just looking at first, but then began to touch you, taking your arm between his forefinger and thumb and holding it out- as much as you tried to fight it, you were simply no match for this big blue idiot's child-like curiosity in your alien form.

And it wasn't like he was unattractive. It was just that he was Metkayina royalty or something, and dumb as a rock, and you weren't Spider and you didn't have a massive boner for every Na'vi under the sun.

So maybe you were a little bitter towards the idea of human/Na'vi romance. After all, you were the unlucky bastard who'd had to sit through Spider's long talks about his various crushes. It had started with Neteyam, mature and kind and confident and altogether a pretty good crush for a young human boy like Spider. Then it had been fiery, playful Lo'ak, then dreamy Kiri, and at one horrible point you remember it being Jake. Yeah, Spider went through the Sullies like he had a to-do list.

You were nothing like that. You'd never had a crush on a Na'vi in your life.

And you weren't about to start now, even if his eyes roving over every inch of you with genuine interest made you squirm and flush.

"Do you mind?!" you said waspishly, finally getting fed up with his intense scrutiny as his hand travelled down your leg, dwarfed in his massive palm as he tried to examine the limb in question.

"Not at all," Onung or whatever his name was replied, grinning at you, teeth flashing. Jesus, they were sharp.

"Look, Onung, you can't just-" you began indignantly before he interrupted.

"Aonung. My name is Aonung," he corrected.

"Aonung," you repeated back to him, rolling your eyes. "You can't just-"

"You're not saying it right," he pouted like a little kid. Did he honestly think you cared how his name was pronounced?!

"Shut up and let me speak!" you snapped, hand lashing out and grabbing him by the ear, making him yelp as you dragged his big head towards you. "Listen, you big blue jackass, you can't just pick people up and start examining them like that! I didn't consent to it!"

"Let me go," he hissed at you, fangs inches from your face.

You stared right down his throat, unafraid. "You let me go. I'm not a toy you can fuck around with."

"Fine," he huffed, his tail thumping behind him irritably as you released his ear and he set you down beside him.

You stood for a moment, the seaspray-wet platform cooler on your feet than his thighs had been, and resisting the urge to shrink into yourself as the wind hit the place where his hand had sat around your middle.

He kept sitting there, looking rather like a kid that had been sent to time out, frowning, ears flat against his head and tail still twitching.

"Why did you wanna look at me, anyway?" you asked abruptly, looking at him. "You seemed pretty set on drop kicking me into the ocean when I first came here."

His ears drooped even further and he didn't look at you. "Cause," he grumbled.

"Cause why?" you persisted, reaching out and pushing at his broad shoulder, feeling a little braver now you were no longer at his mercy.

He glanced at your hand, then at you, a weird expression on his face that you didn't feel like unpacking.

You withdrew your hand. "Sorry."

"It's fine," he grunted, then heaved a sigh. Your eyes followed his chest as it rose and fell absentmindedly, before you caught yourself and gave yourself a firm mental telling off for checking out the big blue guy who'd just handled you like you were an object.

Not that you'd hated it. It was just... unexpected.

"You can look at me if you're that curious," you relented. "You just had to ask first. I get that you'd be curious but-"

"I didn't think you'd mind," he muttered.

"Didn't think I'd mind? When a guy twice my height literally snatched me out of the water and started handling me like an object? Aonung," you say severely.

"You're still saying it wrong."

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts for a second. "That's the best I can do."

"No, it's not."

"Oh, yeah, since you've got your degree and know every fucking thing."

"I don't know what a degree is," he pointed out, looking at you steadily.

You huff and glance around, then back at him. "Teach me, then. If it's such a big deal. Teach me how to say your name."

He just scoffed at you and looked away.

Okay. Rude, considering he'd been bitching about it nonstop.

You took the initiative and climbed back into his lap to make him look at you, gripping his shoulder tightly for balance as you stepped back onto his thighs. Thankfully of your own volition this time.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding mildly irritated, his hand cupping your hip instinctively to steady you.

"I said teach me," you repeated firmly, poking him in the chin. "I'm sick of you nagging me about it."

"I've only said it twice," he huffed.

"I've only said your name twice," you countered.

You stared at each other for a long moment. His hand was warm, gentle on your hip, and you still had your hand on his shoulder, his skin sun-warm and slightly gritty with sea salt and sand. Okay, so maybe you were kind of attracted to this one Na'vi specifically.

He sighed, looking away from you, then back at you, adjusting himself to be more comfortable, leaning back on his other hand. "Aonung," he said clearly. "Ow-noong."

You made a rather feeble attempt at imitating the sounds. You were used to the more blunt names of the Omaticaya, but the embarrassment of not getting it right was killing you a little inside.

He chuckled, thighs shifting under your feet a little, making you wobble and glare at him.

It takes you a few more attempts and much laughter from him, but you get it, or as close as you think you'll get.

"I think that's about as close as we're gonna get," Aonung said finally, voice warm with amusement as he looked at you.

You blushed despite yourself. Eywa, what was happening to you? This wasn't like you at all.

He was still gazing at you, and you realised his thumb was rubbing lazy circles into your hip.

You sighed deeply.

"Something on your mind?" he prompted.

"You're more tolerable than I expected."

A grin spread across his face as he tilted his head, ears tilting forward. "Should I be flattered?"

You just shrugged, smiling back a little.

"Well," he continued, shifting once more beneath you, heaving a sigh of his own. "I guess you'll be pleased to know I find you tolerable too."

"Well, isn't that convenient?" you snickered. "The human and the Metkayina's precious little prince-"

"Ah, shut up," he murmured, sitting a little more upright, bringing his face close to yours, before he stopped himself.

You didn't dare to move. "And what are you up to?" you whispered.

"Nothing." He smiled, slow and lazy, still rubbing soothing circles into your hip, tail beginning to thump again behind him.

Then he moved his hand to your mask, still watching your face. "Take a deep breath for me," he hummed.

You did so as your heart began to thump insistently against your ribs, hoping- no, praying that he was about to do what you thought he was going to do.

He lifted your mask off gently, and leaned forward, covering your mouth with his.

Like everything else about him, his lips were warm, firm, tasting of sea salt and some Metkayina herb, the name of which escaped you.

You sighed contentedly into his mouth, looping your arms around his neck as best you could, leaning your body against his chest.

You wanted this to drag on forever. There was no great realisation, either, beyond the simple oh. I have a crush on Aonung. No desperation in this.

It was just nice, to be here, standing on his thighs, kissing him slowly and peacefully while the brisk sea breeze enveloped you both.

He eventually pulled away and replaced your mask, looking down at you with a serene, content expression, tracing his fingers down the glass.

You couldn't help smiling, cheeks flushed as you shifted your hands to his shoulders.

"That was nice," he commented, trying to hold back a grin. "We should do it again sometime."

You laughed a little breathlessly. "Definitely."

His laughter mingled with yours, his chest vibrating a little as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the glass of your mask above your forehead. "I'll hold you to that."

I love dumb hunk himbo Aonung can y'all tell

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inlovewithpandora · 9 months

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- His Precious Tawtute -

Pairing: Ao’nung x fem!human!reader

Request: [ @teyamsbitch ] one being shorter and it being a source of great enjoyment for the other w/ Ao'nung || I feel like Ao'nung would have a field day knowing he can tower over us and use our head as an armrest and we act like we don't like it but we do anything to be near him.

Synopsis: Ao’nung wasn’t too fond of you when you first arrived with the Sullys’ especially since you were human but when he got to know you he was head over heels.

Content: Established relationship, extra fluffy, subtle spicy scenarios, soft Ao’nung, them being couple goals, just some cute hc’s

- The group = the Sully kids, Ao’nung, Tsireya and Rotxo

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting, I had a lot of fun writing this because I love soft Ao’nung! I hope it fulfills your expectations and that you enjoy!

- I loved making these hc’s so feel free to request them!

Word Count: 712

Glossary: syulang - flower || tawtute - human

Extra: Requests are open! Please read rules before requesting! || Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated🩷!

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❖ — When Ao’nung saw you for the first time, he held a dislike for you because you were a “demon”. After everything his mother told him about the sky people, he assumed that you were the same. He was cold toward you in the beginning, but with a mix of your beauty and charming personality, he began to grow feelings for you and soon after, you both became a couple.

❖ — The first thing he noticed about you was your height. In his eyes, you were the height of a child, which always caused him to crack some type of joke that you didn’t find funny or amusing.

“You are so little, I could literally crush you.”

“How are you and Tuk almost the same height?!”

❖ — He thought your height was an advantage for some things and one of them was ‘spicy time’.

“You are eye level with my waist, that will come in handy when you suck my-” Your eyes widen at his comment and you hit him in the chest, forcing him to not finish his sentence. “Shut up, skxawng! That’s all you think about!”

❖ — Whenever you and the group hang out, somehow his arm always manages to rest on your head. He saw you as his “personal armrest” and he took advantage anytime both of you were standing next to each other. You always tell him that he’s being annoying, but deep down you love him being comfortable with you in that aspect.

❖ — When both of you talked, you always had to look up to him, which gets aggravating at times when your neck starts to hurt. Ao’nung noticed this, so sometimes when both of you talk, he’d sit down and let you stand so both of you will be at eye level.

❖ — Walking around the village would be tiring for you at times especially since everyone around you had bodies more equipped for the environment. Whenever you began to lag behind, Ao’nung became your mode of transportation.

“Do you want me to carry you the rest of the way?”

Ao’nung would let you get on his back and he would take you wherever the destination was, which you appreciated because you didn’t know how much longer you were going to last.

❖ — When he started teaching you the way of water, you were eager, but it was hard for you, being human in a Na’vi environment wasn’t easy. Whenever you were having doubts or he heard you mumble about giving up, he was right there encouraging you (sometimes with spicy incentives).

“You got this, syulang! I’m right here with you.”

“If you hold your breath a little longer this time, when we finish our lesson, I’ll take you to my marui and do that thing you like.” He ends his sentence in a singsong tone and a small smirk on his face knowing that his words would motivate you.

After he said that, you held your breath twice the time you did before. Ao’nung was so proud of you that he couldn’t wait to take you home. He carried you into a secluded area of the jungle and happily rewarded you for breaking your record.

❖ — Whenever you and him held hands he made sure not to squeeze your hand too tight because he didn’t want to crush you. He always made sure to treat you delicately because he knew how fragile humans were to Na’vi.

“Ao’nung, can you give me a real hug? I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I don’t wanna squeeze you too tight or I’ll hurt you.”

❖ — Whenever you spend the night in his marui, both of you would cuddle together and you would have the best time being the little spoon. Feeling his big arms curled around your small waist, burying your head in his broad chest, him every so often giving your skin a soft kiss made you want to melt instantly. Him being so affectionate and gentle with you was hands down one of the things you loved most.

❖ — He loves you and your human body and wouldn’t trade you for anyone on Pandora. The only person he wants is you. You were his precious tawtute and he loved you with every fiber in his body.

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torukmaktoskxawng · 3 months

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Ever since I learned that Neteyam was also checking out Tsireya, I can only think about one thing as an Aonunete shipper:

Neteyam (and Lo'ak) had eyes for Tsireya, found her beautiful, and thought maybe the reef wouldn't be such a bad place to live (as described in the script that was released) until Ao'nung had to go and ruin it 😂

But as they all start to get to know each other, Neteyam realizes that Lo'ak doesn't just have a crush on Tsireya. It goes much deeper than that. The boy is head over heels. Neteyam doesn't do anything to stop this and is content with just having Tsireya as a friend (and oh my gosh, I love their friendship, I cherish it so much).

Then, Neteyam realizes why he's content with just being Tsireya's friend... because he's hit with a ton of bricks at the realization that he's got it bad for her brother.

I just find it funny. Ao'nung is likely used to everyone liking his sister more because she's beautiful and so kind.

I guess that's also pretty angsty if you take the trope "I liked your sister first, but I swear I'm not settling for you. You are more than I could ever hope for."

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slut4teyam · 1 year

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I absolutely LOVED your jealous fic! Like chefs kiss mwah mwah. I read it and went straight to your requests honestly I love your writing and how you put together your ~spicyness~ in a fic. I was wondering if I could put in a request for ao'nung! (Love my fish boys)

I would like to request a smut fic for rivals to lovers ao'nung x fem Metkayina!reader. The idea I had was they were rivals in like the sense of constantly trying to one up each other but since they are both of age and mateless ronal and tonowari began to worry ao'nung would not find a mate so they decide to ask the reader and the readers family about a promised mate-ship (arranged marriage type deal) since she was close to him. She asks for time to consider it and goes for a walk on the beach where she sees ao'nung and challenges him to a swimming race to a nearby island that is super small but deserted (I imagine it's kinda like one of those make out spots in teen movies) and he looses to her and in frustration of loosing to her and finally letting his feelings for her bubble over he kisses her and smut ensues.

Again I love your writing

-🪲anon

Better Known As My Rival

(Ao'nung x F!Metkayina Reader)

minors dni!

Genre: some fluff, slightest angst, smut if you're patient

Warnings: dom!Aonung, switch!reader, teasing, praising, p in v, thigh riding, swearing (please tell me if theres any i've missed!!)

Backstory: You and Ao'nung, chief Tonowari's only son, have been in constant rivalry ever since him and his friends decided to pick on you two years ago. You had stood up for yourself, pushing him away and reporting the incident to chief Tonowari, making him apologize to you. He was impressed at your self-respect and power, taking an interest in you. From that day on, he was constantly trying to one up you in every situation, and teasing you about it if you weren't up for it, making you instantly change your mind. You never thought that you'd develop a crush on him and his mocking behavior, but here you were, considering mating with him.

Ao'nung and Reader are aged up to 19+ years old!! (Other characters except for Tuk too! Tuk is 12 here, don't be weird)

You were walking along the closest shore to your Marui pod, in your home village of Awa'atlu. It was sunset, and you had just finished up your daily errands, meaning you would make it home for dinner with your family. You were looking across the shore while walking; the sky was so pretty today. It was purple, with stripes of orange peeking through. You smiled at the beauty of your planet before turning your head back to your front, a bit too late to notice a tall figure in front of you.

You bump into the tall Metkayina male in front of you, your face aligning somewhere around his upper chest. You quickly back away, and look up, recognizing and realizing the male in front of you is your one and only crush, better known as your rival; Ao'nung. You rolled your eyes as he held his hands up next to his head, with his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Woah, no need to give me that attitude, I thought you missed me." he replied to your frown, chuckling as he dropped his arms down.

"I love your confidence for assuming that" you reply with a fake smile, "now move." your smile drops as you walk past him, he just turns around and looks at you moving away before saying "I thought you'd be down to hunt outside of the reef, too bad it seems like I'll be catching the bigger fish." His sentence instantly makes you stop in your tracks and turn around, walking back to him. "Are you out of your mind? The sun is setting, by the time we get out of the reef it'll be dark!" you lecture him, as the smirk that never left his face grows wider. "Even better, the big fish like to come out at night." he replies to your lectures.

"It's way too dangerous either way, no way am I coming with you." you shrug, turning around and starting to walk your initial way again. "Seems your bravery has a limit, I guess I'll just have to win this time." he says in a mocking voice, making you stop once again, and turn around to face him before growling at him. He always did this; tease you until you had to give in. "Fine. Whoever hunts the bigger fish wins." you shout back, calling for your ilu right after and hopping on it once it arrives. He tilts his head, saying "That's the y/n I know of." before calling for his ilu as well.

slight time skip, outside the reef

You had raced your way to the reefs border, because you both tried to one up each other in everything. He had won, even though he called his ilu after you. But then again, it didn't really matter as an ilu race wasn't your actual deal. It was what came now, that you were outside of the reef that mattered. You shared a glance with the male next to you, before smiling cheekily at him and dipping down under the water with your ilu, declaring your competitions beginning. He went underwater shortly after you, catching up to you swimming deeper.

Ao'nung was behind a large rock, watching as you preyed on one of the biggest fish swimming in front of you. You had aimed your weapon at your prey, about to shoot it when it got hit by another arrow. You quickly looked at Aonung, he smirked at you as he swung his empty weapon on his back, swimming towards your prey that he had hunted. You growled while watching him with a frown, your voice getting muffled with the fact that you were underwater.

You look around, hoping to spot a bigger fish, and you do. You quickly swim to hide behind the rock closest to it, preparing your arrow to shoot. Ao'nung's distracted by the prey he stole this time, so you take your chance and capture your prey. You quickly swim back next to him with your fish, smiling cheekily as his expression darkens, accepting his loss. 'I win' you show with your hands, using underwater sign language before swimming back up as your ilu follows. He growls, doing the same as you greet him above the water.

The sky was dark now, like you had predicted beforehand, with the only light coming from the stars. Ao'nung growled at you, more effectively than when he did underwater, "Fuck you y/n" he spat out with a frown entering his face. You just burst out laughing at his anger. "Greediness only brings you more loss," you say between laughs "learn from me." you added on. He rolled his eyes, his ego clearly hurt from losing last minute. You both lead your ilus to the shore you departed from.

slight time skip

"Where have you been, son?." Tonowari asks as Ao'nung enters their home pod. "Hunting" Ao'nung replies as he places down the fish he caught while competing with you. Ronal walks up to the two males as she looks down at the huge fish. "With who'm? It is odd to hunt alone this late at night." she asks, already knowing the answer. In their eyes, you and Ao'nung were very close. They completely ignored the reasons you two were always together though, which was rivarly. "With y/n." Ao'nung replied to his mothers previous question. Ronal and Tonowari shared a glance, before smiling and turning back to Ao'nung. "Which leads us, to what we wanted to talk about with you." Tonowari speaks, adding onto his sons response. Ao'nung looks up at his smiling parents, curious to see why they wanted to talk about you.

"You are of age, and still mateless. There will come a time where you will replace your father as leader" Ronal stated. "we were considering arranging you a mate, and our main option was y/n." she added on as Ao'nungs ears perked up. "We think it would be a perfect match. Y/n's father is a respected warrior, and she is a very beautiful, strong hearted young woman." Tonowari adds on to support his mates idea.

Ao'nungs heart was beating fast. Very fast. He had only wanted to mate with you, ever since your incident two years ago, completely ruling out other options. He knew he wasn't as appealing to you though, as he always teased you, you were constant rivals after all. He had been trying to find excuses, ways to get closer to you romantically to finally ask you to be his mate- but he didn't have to do any of that now. This was perfect, he just hoped you and your parents would accept. A smile crept onto his face as he spoke, "That would be alright. She is pretty, and would make a good mate. I'm fine with that."

Ronal and Tonowari smiled, pleased that their son had agreed with them. They were worried before, thinking Ao'nung might never find a mate if they hadn't taken matters into their own hands. Tonowari called for Tsireya, requesting that she invite you and your family to their pod tomorrow morning to discuss the situation. Tsireya obliged, as Ao'nung walked past his parents, entering his seperate pod. He had only hoped, that you would agree on this decision as well.

time skip, morning of the mate discussion

You are woken up with the constant moving around and fussing happening in your household. Your parents were getting ready, but for a reason you did not know yet, they were dressed very formally. You stood up, approaching your mother, who seemed to have a very bright smile on her face. "What's going on, mother?" you ask, with confusion on your face. She turns her attention towards you, her smile growing even wider as she places her hands on your shoulders. "The Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk have invited us to their pod, they have a very important topic they want to discuss with us."

Your confused expression becomes heavier as a chill runs up your spine. Why was your crush, better known as your rival, Ao'nung's family inviting you and your family to their pod? Was it for a good purpose or not? What if Ao’nung had reported you for beating him in your rivalry yesterday as a way to tease you? What if it was to talk about mating? Your heartbeat stopped at the thought. Could this very important discussion be about mating? A blush crept up your face at the thought of mating with your crush, but then the reality of it all came. 'This won't happen, I'm setting myself up for disappointment' you tell yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted, “Get ready, we are expected soon!” your mother exclaims, as you start to walk back to your separate pod to get dressed in formality.

slight time skip, Ao’nungs Marui pod

You and your parents entered the Olo'eyktans Marui, as the Tsahìk, Ronal welcomed you, taking her index finger from her forehead towards you and your parents (I see you gesture). You do the same, as she speaks "Thank you all for coming." while leading you inside to her mate sitting on their mats. The chief looked up at your parents, taking his index finger from his forehead towards them, before looking at you, his smile growing wider, before doing the same gesture. "Please sit" he asks, as you and your parents do so. They had a smile plastered on their face the entire time, but you had confusion rather than happiness in your mind. You looked around, but couldn't spot Ao'nung, or even Tsireya. However important this conversation seemed to be, it only required you and your parents, which brought back the thoughts in your mind of this being some way of Ao'nung trying to tease you; by reporting you to his parents.

"I hope you are doing well, we have invited you to discuss a very important topic, concerning the relationship of your daughter y/n, and our son Ao'nung." Ronal speaks, instantly making your blood go cold. That bastard. Was he really willing to go to lengths of reporting you to his parents because you beat him at a competition HE had wanted, just to tease you? "We are listening" your father responded. His expression had changed, understanding that this could, in fact, be a negative discussion.

Your mother was unfazed though, the same, smiley expression on her face. Ronal looked at Tonowari, as he cleared his throat. "You may know, my son will replace me as Olo'eyktan soon, however, he is of age and still mateless." he spoke. Your heart started beating, fast. Was this discussion really about mating you and... Ao'nung? 'Don't raise your expectations, you will only face disappointment' you say to yourself, but it isn't enough to calm your heartbeat.

Ronal looks at you, before turning back to your parents. "Y/n and Ao'nung have been close for sometime, they spend most of their days in activities with each other." Ronal speaks. You and Ao'nung were rivals to each other, but to the outer eye, you were close, in a way far away from rivalry. Your heartbeat was getting even faster, overwhelming you. Unnoticeably, you tried to calm your heartbeat like you would before swimming.

"We have invited you today to ask you about a promised mate-ship between your daughter, and our son." Tonowari speaks, looking at you this time. Your parents eyes light up with a smile, as they look at each other before looking back at the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk in front of them. "We would never be foolish enough to deny, we accept!" Your mother speaks with a cheeky smile on her face, as your father looks at you with glistening eyes. Ronal looks at you with a smile on her face (which was something rare to see), as she asks you "What are your opinions, y/n? Would you like time to consider?". Everyones gaze and attention turns to you, waiting for any answer.

Your mother and father look at you with a smile and pleading eyes, begging for you to accept, while Ronal and Tonowari look at you more demandingly. No way this was happening, no way you were being arranged as a mate with your crush, better known as your number one rival. You were overwhelmed, especially with the glares of the four adults sitting next to, and in front of you. You gulped, trying to think clearly. If you accept, you would eventually be mated with your crush, and become future Tsahìk of your clan and village. However, your crush was an annoying tease, and he didn't seem to have any romantic interest in you, which led you into considering if you really wanted to mate with him after all.

You gulped once again, as you finally managed to answer. "Can I please have some time to consider?" Your fathers gaze darkened, as his nostrils flared up, mad that you would even think about denying an opportunity like this. Your mothers smile dropped, as she turned back around to look at your father. Ronal placed a hand on your upper arm, before speaking. "Of course, but you must know, we will look for other mates if you cannot decide until tomorrow night."

You nodded nervously, standing up before your parents did along with Ronal and Tonowari. After countless apologies, you left the Olo'eyktans pod. You had separated from your parents before they could lecture you, as they continued their way to your family pod while you did to the shore closest to it. You were overwhelmed with the new topic, considering the good and bad sides of mating with Ao'nung. You took in a deep breath before looking down at your feet, watching the sand change shape with your every step. Your head shot right back up after seeing another pair of bigger feet facing you, just to realize its the only person you hoped you wouldn't see today- Ao'nung.

You looked into his eyes, you had to admit they were beautiful, just like the ocean. He looked right back, before his usual smirk crawled up his face. "It must be fate, we always seem to come across each other on this shore now, or you just miss me that much." he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes at his behavior. Eywa, he was such an asshole. "What do you want this time?" you sighed, knowing he was only approaching you for competition. His smirk grew wider "How about a swimming race?" he asked.

It wasn't as bad of an idea as you thought, your home- the sea, was where you always went to whenever you felt overwhelmed or stressed. "I'm okay with that," you replied, "where do we start and end?" you added on, catching him off guard. It was rarely that you accepted his competitive ideas easily, so he had gotten used to teasing you until you had to. His smirk grew wider, as he leaned in. "From this shore," his next move brought a blush up to your cheeks. He held you by your waist, turning your body towards the sea, and got behind you, hovering his head over your left shoulder while pointing to a somewhat nearby but isolated island, "to that island." he added on.

You gulped at the feeling of him so close, your body was tense. You could feel his breath on your cheek when he turned his head towards your face. Eywa, you were sure he'd seen you blush because he chuckled lightly. He quickly backed away, but you were too startled to move. "Need a quick breathing exercise? Or are you good to win?" he stated, teasing you about your current condition. He always found a way to, which got you back to focus. "I think YOU'LL need the 'quick breathing exercise' after I beat you." you bite back, as he looks you up and down, then up again. "We'll see about that." he replied, as you both walk into the water, getting deeper to the point where you'd be able to dive.

"Three...Two...One!" you shout, as you and Ao'nung dive into the water at the same time. This was an unfair race- Ao'nung was bigger than you in body proportions. He had a bigger tail, bigger arms, it was an advantage! He started off way ahead, but he underestimated you, as he was so into looking back and chuckling at you being behind, to realize you had gotten so close to him, almost passing him. He looked back once again, but you had switched sides from his right to his left, and flicked your tail harder, taking you one step ahead of him. You hit his left arm with your right hand, gaining his attention as you chuckled at him. He growled underwater, trying to catch up to you but it was too late, you had reached the island.

You got out of the water laughing, moments before Ao'nung did, growling. You moved away your hair from your face as you looked back at him, aggressively walking out of the water onto the plain sand. Your laughing quickly stopped though, as you realized the genuine frustration on his face when he got closer to you. "How the fuck are you always winning? Hm?" he growled out, catching you off guard not only with his words, but also with his face leaning in closer, leaving inches in between the two of you. "Huh? What do you mea-" you managed to speak out, but you were cut off. "Why are you so fucking skilled? It's driving me insane, how impressive you are." he blurted out, looking right into your eyes.

You felt your whole body heat up at his words, you certainly weren't expecting this. Your eyes, that have been on his previously, darted away to his chest, and then later on to his biceps. Eywa, he was toned perfectly, and it made him so attractive. You were too distracted in your own thoughts to notice he had backed away, looking up at the sky before dropping his head back down. "You know y/n, ever since you pushed me away and reported my actions to my father I've been deeply in love with you." he confessed. You felt your heartbeat noticeably get faster, as you unknowingly walked towards him. He looked up at your vulnerable facial expression, before looking to his left as you got closer to him, inches remaining between the two of you once again. You looked at his lips, before speaking. "I guess your feelings are mutual."

His ears perked up, as he turned his gaze back to yours, noticing your attentions on his lips. He leaned in closer, and you could swear you felt his lips brush against yours. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a low voice. Eywa, the feeling of his lips moving, inches away from yours, it turned you on so much. "You idiot, just do it already." you whispered back, eyes now on his, which staring right back into yours. His right hand went to cup your right cheek, as both of your eyes closed before he kissed you. Your hands met his toned chest, making their way up to wrap around his neck, as he pulls you in by your waist, your kisses continuing passionately.

He kisses your upper lip with his tongue, asking for entry to your mouth, which you allow. Your tongues fight for dominance, because you and Ao'nung try to one up each other in everything. You lose this round though, as he completely dominates over your tongue, his usual smirk crawling onto his mouth while still making out with you.

Your kiss is cut when he places both hands on your waist as he sits, pulling you down on top of him. Your legs were sat at the side of his, as you continued your previously cut make out session. Your left hand holds the nape of his neck, while your right remains on his shoulder. His left hand is holding you firmly by your back, as his right is on your hip. You slowly started to gring against him, feeling his hard on grow even bigger below your heated cunt. He groaned at the feeling of you moving on top of him, as your kiss became more heated.

He slowly breaks the kiss, as the hand that was on your back goes to grab his braided queue, looking deep into your eyes as he holds it in between the both of you. You do the same, connecting both ends and creating your Tsaheylu bond. Ao’nungs pupils dialate, as he begins to kiss all over your neck, both hands now firmly hugging you. Your mouth widens and your eyes close at the feeling of his strong emotions, while your arms wrap around his neck.

Quickly, this moment of pure emotion and vulnerability turns into desire and lust, as Ao’nung throws you onto the sand behind you, quickly placing himself on top of you, with his right hand untying your loincloth. Eywa, his toned arm next to your head, supporting his whole body alone, it was so sexy. He backed away onto his knees after throwing away the piece of clothing he had untied, taking in how wet your womanhood was. He began untying his own loincloth, his gaze never leaving your inner thighs.

You gulped at the erect size of him. He directs his gaze to your face, smirking when he notices you staring at his lower stomach. “Like what you see, hm?” he says, Eywa he was such a tease. “Mhm.. I do actually” you manage to reply, his smirk growing wider as he places himself on top of you once again, kissing you roughly. You grind you hips, a light whimper leaving your lips as your inner thigh brushes against his cock. He looks down, carefully placing himself in front of your entrance, before slamming in while he looks back at you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as your mouth widens into a moan. His pupils grow wider, as your Tsaheylu was still connected. He continued thrusting into you, deep but slowly, as you couldn’t control your moans. “Ao’nung.” you managed to speak, gaining his attention instantly. “Yes y/n?” he replied in a raspy voice, “Fuck me faster” you breathed out- and Eywa, your words were like his key. His upcoming thrusts were faster, as they were already deep, making you a moaning mess. His left hand held your right thigh, as your hands scratched onto his upper back.

"You're so impressive, fuck, you're taking me in so good." Ao'nung panted out, smirking at your moans. Your eyes rolled back into your head at his words, but you've had enough of being dominated by him. With a swift move, you threw him off of you onto the ground, and got on top of him while slowly lifting yourself up and down on his length. He was fully laid down, smirking at you, as you placed both hands on his chest for support. "So skilled, looking so pretty while bouncing on my cock." He lets out a load groan after his sentence, as you teased him, lifting yourself to the point where you almost take his cock out of you, before slamming onto it back again.

It was your turn to smirk now, as his eyes laid onto your breast, getting squeezed together by your arms placed close together on his chest. "I want this off, princess." he smirks while tugging on your top. "Show me some of your skills hm? Take it off for me." you reply, and oh Eywa, his skilled hands, they rip it off of you in one swift move. You moved both arms behind, and placed them on Ao'nungs legs, your smirk growing wider as you displayed yourself for him to see. He looked at your body, taking in how you bounced up and down on his dick, as your breasts did so as well. Eywa, he loved this view so much, it got him so close, and he knew you were too because of your constant clenching around him. But no, he wasn't going to cum like this, and he wasn't going to let you either. He wanted to make you cum, so he held you by your waist and rolled the both of you over, regaining his position on top of you. His thrusts were faster than ever, and you felt the knot in your stomach about to explode.

"I'm gonna cum Ao'nung" you breathed out, reaching out for his neck and pulling him in to kiss him. He kissed back, "Me too princess, you got me so close." he growls in between. Your hands went to grip his shoulder, and you scream out his name when you reach your climax, releasing all over him. His thrusts got sloppier, and you felt him take himself out of you right before coming all over your stomach and breasts. His head fell back, as you clasped your thighs together, missing the feeling of him in you.

He looked back at you, smirking. "I win in dominance" he said while tilting his head to his right. You rolled your eyes while chuckling, as you separated your queues before walking towards the shore. Ao'nung caught up, as he helped wash off his seed from your upper body. It was sunset, and it was magical.

slight time skip, morning after

You and Ao'nung have been love birds all night after your mating, cuddling and swarming each other with kisses. This morning, you swam back to the shore you had departed from yesterday, and you were currently heading to his family pod to announce your mating. "Can't wait to tell the clan you're mine now." he smirked as he intertwined his hand with yours, walking you through the village. You chuckled as you walked with him, "Calm down! Tell your parents first." you said, as you stepped on the dock leading directly into his family pod. People had stared and whispered at you and your mates intertwined hands while you were walking, but you hadn't cared because he was yours, not theirs.

Your mate enters the pod before helping you in, hands never leaving each other. Ronal and Tonowari, who have been sitting down previously stand up to face the new couple. You take your index finger from your forehead towards them, as they do the same gesture, before Ao'nung lets go of your hand just to wrap it around your waist.

"Me and y/n have mated, she will be my Tsahìk when the time comes."

Omgg I genuinely apologize to whoever requested this, I wrote it so bad :( It was challenging because I’m such a perfectionist, I hate this fic and how long is it but I hope you guys can somehow enjoy??

Thank you so much in your support on my other fics! I’m currently working on a Lo’ak one, and lord is it toe curling.

Until next time,

-dero

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hnsoka · 5 months

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Genuine sketch this time

I wanted to draw something dramatic

#art #artists on tumblr #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar fanart #sketch #aonung #aonung atwow #avatar aonung #aonung avatar #aonung x reader #black and white #monochrome

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 8 months

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You are making me start shipping Aonung x Spider, i don't know how, why or when (i mean i know when) but im starting thanks to you.

I don't know how to feel because originally i didn't like Aonung but now i see him with Spider, and i don't know.

Gosh, anyway i cant wait for part 5!

(The fanfic series in question)

This fanfic series doesn’t contain any ships, only slight pining! I don’t write stuff like that but I see your vision 😂

Truth be told, I don’t like Aonung much either, so I wanted to explore his possible dynamic with a character who most certainly won’t let his shit slide. Spider is Neteyam on steroids minus the manners and status. He follows his own moral code, isn’t famous for listening to any kind of authority and is fiercely, FIERCELY protective of his family, so even if this was a ship series, he wouldn’t have touched Aonung with a ten foot pole until he showed substantial change. Not only surface-level, but in his world-views as well.

Spider is humble to a large extent, sure, but knows his worth and won’t let others speak shit about him. I’d say he’s much quicker to start a fight than even Lo’ak.

To add to that, the Sully kids are Spider’s biggest treasure, he loves them more than anyone so if his siblings are not 100% accepted in a space, don’t expect him to put up with it.

#atwow #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar spider #spider avatar #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #atwow aonung #Aonung atwow #avatar aonung #Aonung #aonung avatar #avatar headcanons #atwow fanfiction

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the-atlas-sister · 9 months

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lexthewanderer · 1 year

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#aonung #aonung edit #aonung ATWOW #avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow edit

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pandoraslxna · 1 month

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Cocky!Aonung talking shit about splitting Human!Reader in two and pounding her small demon pussy, but all his control thrown out the window when he bottoms out due to how tight she is. Like it’s driving him fucking crazy and he’s holding back so much. AND READER KNOWS.

She pulls his hand off her hip and glides it over the bulge he’s making in her stomach🥴 she turns her head to look back at him “Your so big stretching me out so good.” She’s just teasing the fuck out of him (Size kink go brrr)

Sincerely,😩

Ruin me

adult Ao‘nung x female human reader

Words: 5k

Summary: Ao‘nung thinks he’s no match to any human males and could easily ruin you for all of your kind. Oh, was he wrong about that.

Warnings: explicit smut, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, Ao‘nung is drunk, dirty talk, slight degradation, cowgirl position, oral, switch!Ao‘nung

adult Ao‘nung art was made by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

Translations:

tawtute = human, sky person

paskalin = honey

naer = alcoholic drink

Music, the flickering light of the big fire, the stink of naer [alcoholic drink], some metkayina dancing around the fire place while others told stories that emitted great laughed from all around them. Not exactly something you wouldn’t find enjoyable. Normally. The music was okay, but maybe if the booze wasn’t as disgusting you could find it in yourself to get up and dance with Kiri, but sadly eywa hadn’t granted you this luxury. So you just had to suffer through it, sober and bored, while everyone else seemed to have the time of their lives.

Being the only human in the village sucks. It makes you miss home more than anything, and you can’t help but drift off into happier memories. The omatikaya knew how to celebrate. They also knew how to make you feel welcome. Here, you didn’t even dare raise to your feet and join the cheerful dancing. Not sober, though. Afraid of weird looks from the metkayina that had never before seen a demon this close and still hadn’t grown very fond of you, you decided to stay put for the night.

After a while, Lo‘ak nudges your side and shoves a drink under your nose, but you decline with a put-on smile. Then he shrugs and chucks the liquor by himself. His careless way of drinking the entirely too strong metkayina booze earns him a frown and playful claps to the back of his head by his older brother, and it’s the only thing emitting a slight giggle from you in hours.

So here you were. Stuck between your drunk childhood friends and their new friends, watching people drink and grind (they could call it dancing as much as they wanted, it was obscene grinding and nothing would persuade you of anything different).

The olo’eyktans eldest, Ao‘nung or whatever the brats name was, was standing in front of the group, giving a speech about whatever. You can barely hear the words droning from his mouth, too apathetic to translate them in your head. You lost interest in whatever he had to say a long time ago, not that it was ever there to begin with.

Oh, you could definitely do without Ao’nung. He wasn’t exactly an enemy, but certainly not a friend. Not to you, not after everything he did. Ao’nung was the type of person whose name was known in the village. You realized that on the very first day here. The type of person who everyone loves, mostly because they’re intimated of him. The type of person that could snap his fingers and woman would fall to their knees to please him.

Technically, he had never been rude to you. But that didn’t matter. He was a horrible person by pure association.

Ao’nung carried himself like he owned the island. Well, perhaps he would, someday. But leading and owning are two entirely different things. Something it seems he hasn’t realized just yet. So yes, he’s an asshole. A cocky asshole that has no idea what it’s like to be thankful. What it’s like to be appreciative. He gets everything handed to him on a silver platter and is constantly showered with admiration and attention. And the worst thing of all is, that he believes he could own you, too.

"Oh I could", Ao’nung chuckles, and it’s the first thing he said that you actually registered. You catch the way Neteyam rolls his eyes shortly after giving you the look, and it’s just now that you snap out of your thoughts and realize what was being said must’ve been about you.

"What?" You frown.

"Ruin her", Ao’nung says completely over your head. He’s grinning, talking about you as if you weren’t even here with them and it’s only making things worse. "I could ruin her for all of her kind with ease. Just look at her, she’s so tiny. She probably can’t even take all of it."

"Bro", Lo’ak makes a face of disgust before breaking out in laughter, "don’t be fucking weird."

You sigh, heavily, and then roll your eyes so hard it stings a tiny bit. Not this again, you think.

"What? You don’t think I can, little demon?"

It’s not the first time this topic was bought up by the metkayina man and you know for a fact that it won’t be the last. And what only makes this worse is, you can’t even blame his words on the alcohol flowing through his system. Yes, he’s clearly a bit tipsy, but it seems this has been a topic he frequently occupied himself with. Like a challenge. And maybe that’s what it was for him. Truthfully, you were something new to him. Something exciting. Certainly a new way to proof himself to be the best, a challenge to see if he could actually ruin you. To have the foreign little demon submit to him.

"Fuck off", you tell him with a smile, the english rolling off your tongue so smoothly it makes Lo’ak and Neteyam stifle a laugh to not give away what you just said.

Ao’nung, completely oblivious to your words, grins even wider. His tail wags behind his back and his ears perk up and god, he looks so much like a stupid little puppy waiting for a treat. And as much as watching Ao’nung embarrass himself further because he once again tried and failed to sweet talk his way into your pants, it was late and you only had so much patience left in you today.

So you got up, excused yourself, turned around and walked away, back in the direction of the little camp that was set up for you on your stay with the metkayina.

Except you were stopped just a moment later, by a hand around your wrist, spinning you around and nearly making your mask go flying.

"Whoah, whoah, where do you think you’re going?" Ao’nung laughed, just a bit too loud in his drunkenness. "Party isn’t over yet, paskalin."

"Let me go", you sighed, trying to wriggle yourself free, but his grip was like iron.

"Oh c’mon, loosen up a little. It’s like you don’t know how to have fun! Do I really have to teach you?” Ao’nung shook his head, making soft yet still very audible tsk-tsk sounds. He then lifted the cup in his hand and held it in your face. "Drink."

“No thanks", you politely pushed his hand away. "I prefer the omatikayas naer. It’s sweeter."

This made him laugh again, as if you had just made the best joke he’d heard in ages. “Oh, pretty, you don’t drink for the taste!” He emphasised the word taste, making it sound as if he was trying to explain something to a six-year old. The way your rolled your eyes at him made his face break into a sharp grin, and at this point you genuinely wondered if he thought rolling your eyes at someone was the human equivalent to flirting.

"Okay, no drinks, I get it. Then what do you say about us ditching the others and have some private fun instead, hm?"

"You’re drunk, fish lips, and you know my answer. It’s the same as always."

"And? C‘mon, I’ve been dying to get a taste of you", he chuckles, cocking his head as he looks down at you. "Let me show you how good I could make you feel. I mean what I said earlier, and you know it." For the last part, he leaned down enough so his lips brushed the lobe of your ear as he spoke lowly, "Don’t be shy, let me ruin that pretty little tawtute pussy. I know you want it."

God, he was so insufferable. You knew that you would probably never hear the end of it if you didn’t finally do something against this...

Glancing back over your shoulder, you watched the others lost in their drunken chitter chatter, too distracted to pay you both any mind. Good. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go somewhere else", you said with a shrug and to your amusement, looked back at Ao’nung at the exact moment his brain had processed what you had just said. There was a split second in which his face dropped in utter confusion, before he proudly puffed his chest out and licked his lips in anticipation.

Saying he was like putty in your hands was a fairly humble brag at this point. In truth, he was all yours– fully and completely yours. He just didn’t know it yet.

Watching his wide curious eyes scan the makeshift labs full of sky people technology was a sight better than anything you could’ve ever dreamed about. You love that the big cocky guy seems so out of place here, as he clumsily ducks under the doorframe to your bedroom. Closing the door behind him, you then feel his gaze on you. Ao‘nung doesn’t make much of an act around hiding the lust in his eyes as he watches you discard your mask to the little table next to the door, practically eye-fucking you already.

"Sit down", you tell him, biting the inside of your cheek to hide the amused smile wanting to spread on your lips. You want to play along for a while longer, just for the fun of it. "Straight to the point, huh?" Ao‘nung smirks as he does as instructed, the bed creaking under his weight. "I knew you wanted this just as much as I did."

You shake your head with a giggle as you step closer between his spread thighs. "You’re just so tall", you bat your pretty long lashes at him, talking in your most seductive voice as your hands reach out to wander from his board chest to his shoulders, before your arms encircle his neck. "It’s easier for me to do this when you sit down", you say in a hushed whisper, before pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth, then one more properly on-center. Ao’nung parts his lips, greedy and desperate, but you just ignore him, kisses his bottom lip and bites it softly. Bites it again, harder this time, raking with your teeth until he can feel it swelling up a bit.

And then you kiss him nowhere near chastely. A sigh escapes you and you let it ebb into a soft moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth. His mouth is messy and clever, but you’re making these little noises that are starting to turn him on so damn much, you just know he’s going dizzy with how good it is.

Ao‘nung groans into it, his hands immediately running up your thighs and backside, boldly grabbing a handful of each one of your ass cheeks. He‘s greedy in the way he kisses, taking control of all movements and you let him. For now. Until his mouth’s almost numb from kissing.

Ao’nung hasn’t done this much kissing since he was fourteen and had his first girlfriend, and he definitely hasn’t ever been kissed like you kissed. It’s the perfect mix of submissive, yet so filthy and dirty, it makes him as hard as a rock. Your ass fits right into his palms and he kneads the supple flesh, attempts to spread your cheeks and nearly rips the seams of your jeans.

He‘s so impatient, it would’ve been cute if it didn’t worry you that he would skip the foreplay completely and just pound you into the mattress. This guy needed some relief first, you decided.

After a while of sucking on each other tongues, panting against each others lips and kissing so hungrily, there’s spit running down his chin, you gently push yourself away with a hand on his chest. His eyes are still half lidded and his lips are parted once you’ve put some space between you both and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of his desperate state. He’s so easy, you think to yourself.

Your hands then wander from his tattooed chest, further down his toned stomach, skimming over his muscles and past the cord that holds his loincloth together. The sound of him sucking in a sharp breath once your palm runs over the outline of his hard cock makes goosebumps appear all over your body. God, no wonder he was acting so cocky all the time. Ao’nung was huge. More than just proportional to the rest of his body.

The look in your face must’ve given your thoughts away, because the metkayina man then grins and chuckles, "I told you, paskalin. I will ruin you."

A smile pulls at your lips at that and then you sink to your knees between his spread thighs. It takes both of your hands and a little help to get him out of his loincloth, but the effort is rewarded with a mouth watering sight.

Ao’nungs cock is long and thick, the same pretty cyan as the rest of his body, hard and flushed and standing upright, slowly dripping pre-cum. You could even see it twitch to the rhythm of his rapid heartbeat, wordlessly begging to be touched. You lick your lips at that, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed.

"You want to suck my cock, hm?" Ao‘nungs hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen bottom lip. "Think you can take it?"

"I can try", you say in hushed whisper, smiling up at him with those big doe eyes you know will drive him insane. His cock throbs heavily as you run your small hands up the inside of his thigh, then grabbing his length with both of them. He’s too thick to close your hands entirely around him, but that only adds further to the exciting flutter in your stomach.

It’s just a lick, from base to tip, at first. One quick run with your tongue. Ao‘nung makes a noise, clearly made in an effort to keep himself from moaning and you grin mischievously. You start shallow and easy. Somewhat slow and lazy. Just working him up with kisses on his smooth tip and kitten licks along his shaft. As a reward, he makes soft, low groans every now and then. It encourages you to pick up the pace and go deeper.

Your lips wrap around the head, tongue glued to the underside and then you slowly suck him in as far as he could go before making you gag -which wasn’t much, considering that his tip almost filled your mouth out completely. But you managed to make it work, your hands coming to help and stroke every inch you couldn’t reach.

Ao‘nung let out a strangled moan at the tight heat your throat formed around him and then tangled his fist in your hair. "Fuck, that’s good…"

A glance up reveals a pair of lust darkened eyes staring down at you, his bottom lip sucked in between his sharp canine and his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure. You chuckle and hum around his cock, tasting the musky, earthy tang of his pre-cum dripping onto the back of your tongue as you suck and slurp around his cock.

Ao’nungs noises are slowly growing louder and more frequent, but they aren’t out of control. Yet.

You let the tip of your tongue flick against his slit, and this time the metkayina didn’t even try to hold back a moan. "Great mother– shit, keep that up and you‘ll make me come!"

At this, you pull off and look up with a wicked grin that quickly turns into a little pout. "Not yet, big boy. I want you to hold it.” Your tongue darts out again to give the head of his cock a seductive lick. "Hold it so you can come inside me, yes?"

Ao‘nung swallows thickly, trying to compose himself and keep his calm, and then nods. "Get up here then, c‘mon", he huffs, sounding a little too breathless for his own liking as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to your feet. Your clothes were off faster than you could even process with the speed of an extra set of hands that were just itching to feel every inch of your exposed skin.

"What a pretty little demon", Ao‘nung cooed as his eyes raked over your body, his hands groping at your ass and hips, one of them running up to knead your tits. "Always knew you’d be a sight." He then places a couple of open mouthed kisses on the warm, soft skin of your breast, his lips closing around a nipple to gently suck before he released it with a wet pop.

"We should make sure to get you ready for me", Ao’nung whispered before he continued to lap at your tits. "Get you all nice and wet, stretch you out for my cock", he said after a long drag of his tongue over your sensitive skin.

"Yeah", you breath softly, letting your head fall back as you enjoyed the feeling of his tongue tease one nipple, and then the other. "We should."

"How does the tiny human want me then, hm?"

A mischievous smile spread on your lips as you straddled the big na‘vi, making sure to shuffle in position by letting your cunt drag over his cock which emitted a sharp hiss from the man under you. Both of your arms were now back around his neck, your chest pressed tight against his as you arched your back for him.

"Want you to finger me before I ride you", you whispered lowly into his pointy ear, before licking along the soft shell. You giggle at the way it twitches in excitement of hearing your desires, before Ao‘nung wraps a strong arm around your middle and reaches between your thighs from behind with the other.

He makes a low sound, between a groan and a growl, as his finger glides through your slippery folds. He locates your clit with ease and teases the little bundle of nerves by drawing featherlight circles on it. Sweet gasps of pleasure tumble from your parted lips and directly into his ear and he grins. More arousal seeps out of you the more he plays with your clit, and it doesn’t take him very long to grow impatient and let his fingers wander to the source of it. Your tiny hole clenches with the need to be filled and Ao‘nung let’s out an appreciative hum as he pushes his index finger past your entrance with minimal resistance. You’re so wet, so ready to be taken, he thinks. But you’re also tight, he realizes quickly.

Wriggling the second finger inside is more of a challenge, but you still take it. Your moans grow louder as he begins to push his fingers in to the last knuckle, thrusting them in and out slowly, curling them just right for your legs to tremble.

Once he deems you ready enough and his impatience seems to get the best of him, Ao’nung retreats his fingers and grabs your hips to position you right above his cock. He presses you down to where it lays hard and heavy on his stomach, then guides you by the hips to run your cunt up and down his length, lubing himself with your arousal.

"Think you’re ready for me, paskalin?", Ao’nung asks, but his voice sounds more strained that he would like admit. He’s so precious, holding himself back so much. And he’s was doing so well there. He’s not even inside you yet but you can feel his cock pulse, so close to the finish line already.

For a moment you debate if you should shake your head and make him eat you out first, just to see how long he can hold it in. You knew that would be mean. But that was exactly the point. He might be as hard as a rock, but you had the patience of a saint, and could easily drag this out. But the thought of him finishing early over how tight you are is just so much better.

"See for yourself", you purr into his ear, before leaning back with a hand on his chest, the other one grabbing his length and positioning it to nudge against your entrance.

"Go slow, tawtute. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, do we?" Ao’nung chuckles confidently, but the sound is quickly cut off once you lower yourself onto his cock. "F-Fuck", he gasps, his hands on your hips suddenly tightening. He groans through gritted teeth, feeling your warmth embrace the tip of his cock. Letting him stretch your tight hole, you pause every couple of inches, just slowly making progress. But it was enough to get Ao’nung on the verge of loosing his composure.

Squeezing his eyes shut, all he could feel was the suffocating heat all around his cock, swallowing him whole, inch after inch. All he could do was lay there and try to control his rapid breathing, groaning loud and deep the further you sank down.

You’re so tight, so incredibly tight, it’s like nothing he has ever felt before. It was a vice like grip that squeezed his cock for all it’s worth and you hadn’t even started to move properly. Exhaling another shaky breath, he finally felt you snug against him, which made him pry his eyes open slowly.

"What’s wrong, hm?" You said, cocking your head at the man below you. "You’ve always got such a mouth on you, pretty boy, what happened?"

Ao’nung couldn’t even react, his breath cut off completely and his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your hot walls pulsate around his length.

"Bit off a bit more than you could chew, huh?" You giggle softly. Looking down at yourself, you couldn’t just feel but see the very prominent bulge of where his cock was nestled deep inside you.

"Fuck, you’re so big", you said with a smile. Ao’nungs eyes were so heavy with lust as he stared at you, biting his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper in order not to loose himself right here and right now. But you weren’t making it very easy for him.

"Look how much you’re stretching me out", you whispered, before taking his hands from your hips and repositioning them to rest and the bulge of your stomach. "You’re so deep inside me, can you feel it?"

And then, torturously slow, you lifted your hips up. The combined feeling beneath his big palms and also his cock, of him sliding out of you, drove Ao’nung close to madness. He was almost completely out, only the tip resting inside you, when you stopped. You could see the self-restraint in his feverish gaze, his pupils grown so much his eyes were almost fully black now.

"Ready, big boy?"

He wouldn’t possibly know what to be ready for, so he just nods, drunk of lust.

You don’t sink down nearly as slow and carefully as just a few minutes ago when your body still had to adjust to his size. You slam yourself down and Ao’nung makes a sound that’s close to a punched out moan. He feels the head of his cock nestled against your cervix, pressed right against the opening to your womb and it makes him physically shudder.

His back arches and then your hands find leverage on his chest and you start bouncing on him.

"Oh eywa", the metkayina gasps loudly, "Are you trying to kill me?" The soft, velvety walls of your cunt squeeze around him at his words and his eyes almost cross at that. "You– shit, you feel so good. You’re so– so tight, fuck!"

Instead of a verbal response, you just grin and decide to let your body do all the talking for you. Starting with a pace that he least expected now, moving your hips hard and fast— lifting yourself up and down on Ao‘nung cock and spilling moans that he felt deep to his core. His cock almost slips out each time, before you slam your hips back down, turning him into a moaning, whimpering mess.

Ao’nungs toes curl at the feeling of your tight heat swallowing him over and over again, and you felt the way his cock throbbed heavily inside you. He was so close, so so close. His mouth was slightly agape as he watched your breasts bounce with every thrust, providing the perfect view of yourself, moving how you pleased without a care for anything else. There was so much salvia pooling in his mouth, Ao‘nung felt like a starved man forced to stare at his favorite dish right in front of him.

With the way you plunged his cock into your pussy over and over again, deeper with every thrust, he was certain that it must feel like he was already in your stomach. And you were moaning like that was the case. The sounds you knocked out of his throat were a mixture of groans, grunts and sweet whimpers, whenever his dick knocked on your cervix like an iron hammer –until it was all too much for the poor man.

"I- Stop, shit, slow down", he managed to force out, his hands squeezing your hips so hard you knew they would be bruised by tomorrow. That didn’t stop you from riding him, though. "Eywa woman, you’re gonna make me–"

"You’re eating your words yet, hm?" You cut him off, switching from bouncing to grinding yourself against him, circling your hips as if you were trying to spell his name.

"H-Huh, what?", he tries, but fails to understand what you were trying to say, once your walls seem to suffocate him, squeezing around his length particularly hard. "Oh sh-it!"

A smile pulls at your lips. You’re enjoying this far too much.

Leaning forward you press your lips against his, then move from his mouth to his jaw, places open mouthed kisses on his throat and up to the tip of his ear. Your blunt teeth graze his lobe and then you whisper, "You said you would ruin me for all of my kind. But who’s ruining who now?"

"Okay, I- I get it", he says in a breathless moan. "Shit, please, you–"

"Say it", you demand with a harsh thrust. "Who’s ruining this big, strong warrior for all of his kind?"

"Y-You!" Ao’nung groans, his hips raising off the bed as if to chase the tightness of your cunt as you lift yourself up and then down again. "You do, fuck, you’re ruining me!"

"Hmm, you’re so loud", you hum, "It’s like you want everyone to hear how good the little tawtute’s making you feel."

It's not enough, the slow drag of you pulling out, and then the harsh thrust of him filling you up again. It’s not enough but it's also too much, too good! Ao’nung can't take anymore.

"I– I’m gonna come!" He groans, throwing his head back in bliss. "I can’t– ca- hngh– you just feel so good, I’m gonna fucking come!"

"What, already?", you giggle, "That’s so sweet."

His excitement suddenly overwhelms your control, and he thrusts up into you, fast and hard as he begins to come. He drops his head onto the mattress, suddenly weak with the pleasure rushing through him, and his cock jerks inside your warmth. You feel the pulse of his blood pounding, pounding, and Ao’nung pushes in one last time as deeply as he can.

"C‘mon, do it then", you say between moans, your voice bouncing from the sheer force of his jackhammer-like thrusts. "Come for me, baby. I want you to come inside me, make me feel good."

Sweat was already beading at his forehead, curses being hissed through clenched teeth as he held you steady and plunged his cock into you over and over again.

Ao’nung couldn’t think straight anymore. You were still so tight, so good, every inch of his cock sliding into you made his brain turn into goo. It felt like waves of water rushing over him, drowning him in the feeling before something pulled him out and his lungs finally filled with air.

Ao’nung comes hard, shaking and squirming beneath you as his hot seed fills ever inch inside you there is to fill. The sheer intensity of it is enough to help you tumble over the edge with him, and you find his lips just in time to moan into each others mouths, tongues curling and lips sucking the other in. It’s so filthy, so wet and messy, it takes you a hot minute to realize the na‘vi underneath you has grown limp before you stopped grinding against him.

You go still for a minute, just smiling at the mess you’ve made out of the man that had so much to say about ruining you earlier that night. And then, almost casually, your hips roll up in a gentle thrust. Ao’nungs breath catches on a noise, and even he isn’t sure if it's pleasured or pained, nerve endings still flayed and raw-open. He’s so overstimulated from the tightness of your human cunt, he shudders when you finally lift yourself up and off of him.

Finally, Ao’nung pushes himself up to one elbow, words forming on his lips, but they're lost on a ragged gasp as you gently push him back down by his shoulders.

"What- what are you doing?" He chuckles in disbelief, his eyes eagerly following your every movement. His cum still oozes out of you in a thick flow, the sight alone so obscene it makes his cock already half hard again. His hands reach out to hold you, but you remove them, before shuffling to straddle his head.

"You can still talk, Ao‘nung. And when I say I’ll ruin you, I mean it. Now lay back down and let me see what else that dirty mouth of yours is good for."

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professional-yapper · 4 months

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Aonung x Omaticaya! Reader

Summary: Aonung doesn't understand why you won't pay him any attention

Warnings: Aonung, reader's kind of mean if you squint, favouritism towards Rotxo (not a warning more of a given), mention of Aonung getting threatened and punched, reader being violent, Aonung being delusional and irrational and entitled, Aonung getting the fuck bit out of him, hes in the wars today, penis in hole sex

"Forest brat!"

You groan internally, gritting your teeth, not looking up from the top you're making for yourself. Aonung. Probably coming to harass your sibling again, like he didn't learn his lesson the first time.

The memory of his stunned face after you punched him square in the nose warms your heart.

He should've known better. Right from the get-go, you made it clear you weren't going to tolerate any shit from him.

And yet here he was, somewhere behind you, calling you forest brat like you hadn't threatened to carve your name into his chest so his family would know who killed him.

"That's not my name, fish boy," you reply serenely, not turning around, threading another pearl onto your top. "What are you doing here, anyway? Did your daddy make you come apologise for being a jerk?"

"Maybe I'd actually apologise if you weren't so mean to me," Aonung pointed out, sitting down beside you with a bump and stretching out in the sand like he owned the place. Well... you guessed he kind of did. Or his parents did, anyway.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you drawled sarcastically, keeping your eyes on your work. "Maybe I wouldn't be mean to you if you hadn't bullied my siblings and I from the day we set foot on this stupid reef."

"I don't bully you," he countered.

"Because you're scared of me."

"No, I am not!"

"Aren't you?" you asked, glancing at him, mouth curving into a sharp smile.

"Shut up," he huffed, rolling onto his back and covering his face.

A few minutes passed, the only sound being the clink of the pearls against each other as your top formed slowly under your patient hands and the sigh of the sea.

"What's that?" Aonung began, right as you said, "So why are you here?"

You stared at each other for a moment before you rolled your eyes. "I'll go first. Why are you here if not to apologise, Aonung?"

"Bored."

"Oh, I didn't realise my only purpose in life was to entertain you."

"Would it kill you to be nicer to me?" he whined. "You're nice to Rotxo."

"Rotxo doesn't harass my siblings because they don't look like he thinks they should."

Aonung gives you a look, and you relent with a sigh, recalling how Rotxo had been the first to point out your tails. "Well, he realised the error of his ways, anyhow. You haven't." You poked his forehead for good measure.

He caught your hand in his, looking up at you with something of a smirk, like he enjoyed getting under your skin. "If I did realise the error of my ways?..."

You ignore how warmth sparks in your chest at his touch. "I still wouldn't give you the time of day. You're not appealing to me as a person, regardless of whether you're a bully or not," you reply calmly.

He groans and lets his head flop back on the sand, letting go of your hand. "You're killing me, forest brat."

"One can only hope. And why are you so desperate to be around me, anyway?"

"I'm not. I said I was bored, and you never pay me any attention."

"Oh," you grin, glancing down at him, poking him in the ribs. "You're jealous of Rotxo."

"Not just him," Aonung corrected but didn't deny it.

A flush began in your cheeks at how shamelessly open he was with you. You knew your siblings thought Aonung was whipped for you and that was the only reason he'd stopped bullying them, though you still thought he would at the drop of a hat, and even Rotxo and Tsireya had implied Aonung had a thing for you.

And here he was, lying in the sand close to you, whining that you didn't pay him enough attention. Unbelievable.

"You're so incredibly entitled, Aonung," you said severely. "Where do you get the nerve to even talk to me?"

Aonung's mouth curved into a lopsided grin. "Comes naturally."

You rolled your eyes. "So why is my attention so valuable to you?"

Aonung shifted, looking deliberately anywhere but at you. "I said it's not. I'm just bored."

"Can't you bother Rotxo or any of your dumb friends?"

"I wanna be here with you."

You blinked at the bold statement, staring at his face for any signs of insincerity. "What an odd thing to say," you managed finally, your heart rate picking up the longer you gazed at him.

"Is it?" he hummed, rolling onto his side, resting his chin in his hand as he looked up at you, ears angled forward playfully. Then his eyes strayed to the half-made top in your lap. "That's pretty. You'll have to model it for me when you're finished," he said lazily, touching it lightly with his fingertips.

You sucked in a breath, turning your flushed face away as his fingertips grazed your thigh. Accidentally, surely. "Not fucking likely. I still hate your guts."

"Yeah?" he mused, eyes focused on the top. "I like that."

"Great Mother," you cursed, pushing his head away. "Quit acting like that."

"Like what?" he said, looking rather pleased with himself, tail wagging a little across the sand behind him.

"Like you're drunk," you scoff at him, rolling yourself away. Trying to, at least.

He's fast for someone who's been acting drunk for the past few minutes. He rolls with you and then he's on top of you, pressing you back into the sand, forearms either side of your head and knee nudging between your thighs. "I'm stone cold sober," he chuckled in your face, eyes flashing, fangs curving over his bottom lip as he smiled.

For once, you have nothing to say, staring up at him, chest heaving and slick pooling between your thighs even as you try to ignore it.

"You look good beneath me," he commented, gazing down at you. "Should be like this more often."

"Aonung," you breathe, hating how wobbly and desperate your voice sounds. "What are you-"

"This," he cut you off. "This is what I'm doing." His mouth presses against yours, tongue sliding between your lips- lips that are slack with surprise, though not entirely opposed to your current situation, given the heat building in your stomach.

You moan, arms sliding around his neck, arching into him as he licks into your mouth, practically devouring you like a starving man. "So fuckin' beautiful," he sighed, nipping at your bottom lip playfully.

"Shut up," you hissed bashfully, turning your face away.

"Oh, yeah, now you're getting defensive?" he teased, pressing his knee against your loincloth. "Think I can't feel how wet you are for me? Soaking right through your loincloth just from a little kissing." He laughed a little then pressed a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, looking at you with an expression that makes your stomach twist. "Still hate me now?"

"Decidedly," you sigh, pressing up against him as he slides an arm around the back of your shoulders, holding you against him as he begins to lay wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"Oh, yeah, I believe that," he murmured, grazing his fangs along your collarbone as you whined. "Come on, beautiful, give it a rest."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You not fighting me every step of the way and letting me fuck you like we both want?" he grunted, shifting himself to pull off your loincloth and his. "I think that'd be great."

"Tough-" you began, then choked on air as his stiff cock nudged at your hole, making your hips buck up into him.

He hissed at the contact, pressing his face to your neck and holding himself still for a painfully long moment, both of you shivering.

You couldn't believe this.

You were mere seconds away from getting absolutely rawed on the beach by the Metkayina prince. Out in the open, where anyone could see. And you didn't even care, which was probably the worst part. Or maybe the worst part was that you wanted him so fucking bad, even if he was a bully and a dick and a great big whiny baby to boot.

Then he pulled back a little, looking at you intently, tracing your face with his fingers in a gesture that was so tender it hurt. "You want this?" he breathed.

"Yes," you replied raggedly, and slowly, painfully slowly, he slid into you, one hand tracing down the back of your leg to hook it over his hip, allowing him to reach a depth inside you that made you see stars.

You whined, throwing away your dignity in favour of pleasure.

"Fuck," he grunted against your jaw, rubbing his cheek against yours- scenting you, you realised, and the realisation that he was fucking claiming you made you lock your leg tighter around him without thinking, arching into him impossibly, trying to bury him so deep inside you he wouldn't be able to pull out. "Fuck, you're so good, so tight, fuck-"

"Aonung," you whimpered, ignoring how pathetic that sounded as your nails gouged red lines into the backs of his shoulders.

"You markin' me up?" he huffed, pulling back slowly before beginning to thrust, long, slow, deep strokes that punched the air from your lungs and reached every sweet spot inside you and then some. "Want everyone to know, huh?"

"Shut up," you whined, throwing your head back.

"Shut me up," was his only response before he took matters into his own hands and kissed you again, slower this time, gentler. "Great Mother, you're so good, gonna make me come already-"

He took his time, despite your best efforts to get him to fuck you harder, fucking into you slow and sweet, bringing you towards an orgasm as slowly as he could, kissing along your shoulders and collarbones, holding you so tight your body was practically molded to his.

"Ao- Aonung-" you choked, clutching at him as the familiar sensation approached. "I'm go- I'm gonna come, fuck-" Your legs locked around his hips, making it near impossible for him to thrust, but he managed.

"Yeah, me too, beautiful, I got you-" he gasped against your throat, hips stuttering against yours, cock pulsing inside of you almost painfully.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned shrilly, fangs glancing at his shoulder before you sunk them in properly, vision whiting out as you came the hardest you've ever come in your fucking life.

"Oh, fuck," Aonung whimpered, thrusting one last time and burying himself as deep inside you as he could, head falling limp against yours as you clenched around him, his seed coating your walls in pulses.

You both remained in that position for a long while, until your post-sex-hazy brain cleared enough to register the taste of blood on your tongue, and the warm blood trickling down your chin.

You immediately released him, jerking your head backwards, body stiffening in fright. "Shit, Ao-"

Aonung just whined at the loss and the way you clenched around him anew, still entirely lost in pleasure. "Quit moving, I can't come again, I'll die," he groaned against you.

"No, idiot," you said, touching his shoulder tentatively. He hissed as your fingers came into contact with the savage bite, ears flattening. "Your shoulder."

Aonung, grizzling and whining like a little kid, twisted his head to try and see. "'S hot," he concluded, shrugging and trying to kiss you, the movement making his cock twitch inside you again.

"It could get infected!" you insisted, holding back a moan.

"Oh, shut up about it and let me hold what's mine" he grunted, shifting backwards, slipping out of you, then flopping down on the sand on his back and pulling you down with him, tucking you into his side.

"Oh, I'm yours now?" you said, immediately distracted, trying not to smile like an idiot.

He squinted at you. "You reek of me and currently have my come so deep inside of you it's practically in your guts. Yeah, I think you're mine."

"Fuck, you're vulgar," you sighed, curling into him and resting your head on his chest.

"You'll live."

This was not meant to be a smut like at all @wjehfshs heres more dumb himbo Aonung I hope it's ok 😭

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inlovewithpandora · 10 months

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- In The Shadows -

Pairing: Ao’nung [19] x fem!Sully!reader [19] (ft. Ronal & Sully Brothers)

Synopsis: When you and Ao’nung first locked eyes it was like love at first sight. After both of you officially became a couple Ao’nung started to worry. He was scared that his reputation would falter if people knew he was with a ‘four-fingered freak’ so he decided to keep you hidden from the world, which mutilated your heart in the process.

Content/Warnings: Secret Relationship, Ao’nung being a butthole, Ao’nung having two personas, emotional manipulation, lying, light fluff/kissing, suggestive content/allusions of sex, heartbroken reader, man-handling, arguing, crying, mention of bruise, angst, hurt w/ comfort, strong language, Ronal being nice and accepting, the sully brothers ready to kill Ao’nung

Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this fic for weeks now and it’s finally finished! I was inspired to write this when I listened to Love In The Dark by Adele

- I hope you all enjoy!

- Please excuse any mistakes!

Word Count: 3.7-3.8k

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When you and your family first came to Awa'atlu Ao'nung immediately caught your eye and you lit a sparkle in his. Both of you drew to each other like a magnet and ever since then both of you became inseparable. When Ao'nung asked you to become his girlfriend you were head over heels. You were so ecstatic to finally have him, to claim him as your boyfriend.

When you began to tell him how you were excited to do romantic things together like walking around the village with your hands intertwined with his or riding ilu's together his ears pinned to his skull. "I was thinking that maybe we should keep us a secret..."

"A secret? Why?" You questioned while scanning his ocean blue irises, trying to figure out the reason why he would rather keep this love to himself instead of sharing it with the world.

"Because, you know how my mother is and I just don't want her to get upset and try to separate or forbid us." he muttered as he gazes down at the ground, trying not to make eye contact with you so you wouldn’t see through this facade.

"You really think she would do that to us?" You didn't want to keep your relationship a secret, you wanted to freely be with him without any restrictions.

"She could and I don't want to lose you. I would rather be with you in the shadows of the night than not have you at all" he emphasizes his point by taking his hand and cupping your cheek, holding intense eye contact while he continues to persuade you.

The words falling from his lips sounded sweet but it was all lies, he's feeding you words that are filled with pure deceit. He spins you into this web hoping that his sugar-coated words were enough to get you to agree and in the end they were.

You agreed to the secret arrangement. For you as long as you had him it was enough, no matter the circumstances.

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Being with Ao'nung was amazing. He was sweet, kind, and loving. After Dark, when both of your families were fast asleep the two of you would sneak to the jungle and indulge in nightly swims inside the small bodies of water. Watching his chiseled physique glisten under the moonlight, his wet black hair flowing down his back as it stuck to his skin, and the smile on his face was a majestic sight.

You couldn't avert your gaze from him no matter how hard you tried. "Come on syulang, get in the water instead of gawking at me." He teases, his infamous smirk plastered on his face as he caught you basically undressing him with your eyes.

When you realize you were caught a purple hue spreads across your cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed that he noticed your wandering eyes. You moved your feet from the jungle floor and walked into the cool body of water. You swam gracefully toward Ao'nung and once you were close enough to him you planted your feet and stood in front of him. "I wasn't gawking at you, I was just...admiring you." A soft smile tugs at your lips as your finger trails up Ao'nung's abs and chest, wanting to feel the body that you loved to claim.

As your hand moves across Ao'nung's teal skin he could feel his level of desire and lust increasing the more your hand grazes different areas of his skin. He moved his hand down the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, causing your breasts to press lightly against his chest. "I love when you admire me but I think it's time I admire you now." When he finishes his sentence he pulls you in for a heated and hungry kiss, devouring your lips as if they were his favorite thing in the world.

Ao'nung gently taps the back of your thighs, indicating that he wants to pick you up so you grant his access, jumping up slightly and wrapping your slender legs around his torso. Without breaking the kiss, he carries you to the mossy jungle floor and lays you down gently as he continues to show your body affection.

He trails wet kisses down your frame until he reaches your loincloth, "I waited all day to have you like this..." he verbalizes softly as he unties your loincloth and pulls it down which exposed your slick-covered core, "you look so beautiful syulang" Ao'nung's murmurs as he dives between your legs, ready to devour you as if you were his prey.

You loved this Ao'nung, the one who showered you with affection, took care of your every desire, and the one who treated you as if you were the most delicate flower on Pandora.

It's the other Ao'nung you didn't like... the Public Ao'nung.

When you were out in public Ao'nung blatantly ignores you as if the love that both of you share is nonexistent. Whenever you walked in his direction he would turn away, around his friends he would look you up and down with disgust-filled eyes, and he wouldn't even utter a word to you.

As you walked through the village you saw Ao'nung and his friends standing near the pier. When Ao'nung looked over in your direction you gave him a loving smile and a wave. When his friends saw this gesture their faces scrunched up, "Why is that freak waving at you Ao'nung?" One of his friends asked

Ao'nung shrugs his shoulders "I don't know, that demon blood is probably messing with her brain" his comments earn laughs from the whole circle which boosts his ego. He wanted to wave back and flash you a smile, run up to you and give you a loving hug but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let his friends see him in that way with you so he looks at you with cold dead eyes before turning back and chatting with his friends.

This side of him you hated, the two of you would have the best time the night before or sneak off during the day and show each other some much-needed affection, and then when he got around other Na'vi he would even bat an eye at you.

Over time you just grew to accept his foul treatment even though it broke a little piece of your heart each time. You knew this is what you had to endure to be with him so you just sucked it up and dealt with him and his two personas.

Every time you feel like it was becoming too much, that this burden of secrecy was gnawing at your core you would play the words he spoke to you the night he asked you to become his 'I would rather be with you in the shadows of the night than not have you at all'

Knowing that he would go through this just so his mother didn't find out made you feel like he truly loved you and that you could handle the way he treats you in public because he has to deal with worse when trying to hide it from Ronal.

If only you knew his true reason behind keeping you a secret...

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As you walked toward the village you saw Ronal struggling to carry some of her healing supplies, "I can help you carry those Ronal" you give her a soft smile, grabbing the items she was struggling with so you could lighten her load.

Ronal looks down at you for a few moments before stiffly nodding her head, "Follow me" You trailed behind her as she walked into the healing pod. Once you were inside you placed everything on the floor.

As you were about to turn around and walk out you heard Ronal call for you, "Come sit with me"

You walk over and sit down next to her nervously as you tried to figure out why Ronal wanted you to stay. As you sat down she handed you a mortar and pestle that was filled with a numerous amount of herbs. You began to crush them lightly, turning them into paste consistency as Ronal began to speak.

"You know I wasn't too fond of you and your family when you first arrived, I thought that you wouldn't be able to pull your weight around the village but you proved me wrong" While she speaks she doesn't turn to look at you, instead she focuses on making herbal remedies.

Ronal did have her doubts about you and your family since you were forest people but now that she has watched each one of your family members excel in their way of life you all have earned her respect.

"Tsireya told me that you were training under Mo'at as Tsakarem back in the forest..."

You immediately nod your head in agreement, "Yes I was" You loved learning from your grandmother. Being able to learn all her techniques and skills made you proud to be her grandchild, proud to be the heir of the Tsahìk title.

She turned her head and finally faced you, "How about you come by a few times a week and take lessons with Tsireya? I know she would love for you to learn alongside her" Ronal knew you had potential and she wanted to help mold you and not let your skills falter just because you left the forest.

Hearing her say that made a bright smile appear on your lips, you were already excited for your future lessons, "Yes I would love that!"

"Come by tomorrow after lunch. Tsireya and I will be waiting for you"

"Thank you for this opportunity Ronal"

"You're welcome" She grabs the mortar and pestle from your hands and begins to shoo you away, "Now run along and have some fun" She gave you a small smile, the first time you'd seen her smile since the Tulkun returned.

You say your goodbyes to Ronal and then you begin to walk through the village. As you walked along the bouncy pathways you were so happy, happy that you were now going to be doing the thing you loved which was practice healing and you were even happier that Ronal approved of you.

Knowing that she liked you made your heart feel like it would burst at the seams because it meant you wouldn't have to hide your relationship with Ao'nung anymore. You didn't have to love him in the dark any longer, you both could be together whenever and wherever you desired.

You were so excited to tell Ao'nung what just happened, to tell him that he no longer had to worry. You began wandering all over the village to find him so you could tell him the amazing news.

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As you walk near the beach you saw Ao'nung standing near the ilu pen. Your lips curled into a smile as you watched him feed and care for the ilu’s. This is the Ao'nung you loved to be around, the persona of him you adored. You step off the pathway and began walking on the sand so you could talk to him.

"Hey, sayrìp! Are you almost done here because I—" Your sentence became lodged in your throat when you felt Ao'nung's hand tightly wrap around your bicep as he dragged you along the beach to somewhere that no one could see or hear the two of you.

"Ao'nung what are you?—" Once he was somewhere he felt no one could see he let you go and shoved you into the huge boulder behind you which made you wince.

"what the fuck do you want?" He growled as he towered over you with fire in his eyes, "Why are you coming up to me in public?! You know I don't want you coming up to me where people could see us!" His voice was deep and dark, he was honestly scaring you. He's never handled you this way before, seething with anger and getting physical.

"I-I just wanted to t-tell you that I was talking to your mother and—"

"My mother?! You were talking to my mother?!"

"Yes...She was just telling me that I could—"

You could feel anger radiating off his body, hearing that you spoke to his mother infuriated him because now his lie could no longer be in effect, "Why did you talk to her?!"

"Well... I ran into her while I was walking in the village. I helped her carry some things to her healing pod and then she told me that she wanted to train me. She likes me Ao'nung. We don't have to hide our relationship anymore, and you don't have to worry about her forbidding us," You place your hand on his cheek and cup it gently "W-We can truly be together now."

Ao'nung's veins run cold as he feels your touch. His lie has now shriveled up to the point where he can't use that as an excuse, "No we can't, we can never be public." he moves your hand from his face and looks down at the ground.

"What? W-Why not?" Your brows furred as your voice raised in confusion, you couldn't understand how this wasn't the right time when Ronal wasn't an issue anymore.

"Because I said so, that's why!"

"That isn’t a reason Ao’nung!" The tension between both of you was thick, you could see something swirling inside Ao'nung. It was as if the words were at the tip of his tongue, about to be spoken but you could tell there was some restraint.

"Tell me Ao'nung! Tell me!" You shouted in his face, trying to make him spill his guts, trying to pull the truth out of him.

"I don't want to be seen with you okay?! There I said it! Are you happy now?!"

Your ears pin down as your lips begin to tremble, "D-Don't want to be seen with me? I- Ao'nung what are you talking about?"

"I don't want my friends to see me with you, the clan will think I'm a skxawng for dating someone with demon blood. My friends will think I'm crazy for dating someone that isn't Metkayina." Ao'nung continues to ramble, telling you the multiple different reasons why he didn't want to go public with you.

Hearing each reason of his reasons made your eyes gloss. Hearing him refer to you as a 'demon' made you feel sick to the stomach, "That's how you think of me Ao'nung?! You see me as a demon?! You don't want to be with me because of what people will think, what your stupid friends will think?"

"Yes, I care what they think! They're my friends, the people grew up with! I'm future Olo'eyktan, I have to care about how the clan sees me!"

"S-So that's all you care about? Your fucking reputation?" Your voice begins to heighten as your body runs hot from the whirlwind of emotions twirling inside you, "All this time I decided to take all your shit because I loved you and I thought you were sacrificing for me and you were lying the whole time?!" the tears that were welling in your eyes were now streaming down your face.

You couldn't believe Ao'nung would do something like this to you. You took up with his harsh words, treatment, and actions, and he just attempted to hide you away as if you were a deranged person who needed to be concealed.

"Do you even love me Ao'nung?! Was that a lie too?!"

"N-No that wasn't a lie, that was true." Ao'nung did truly love you. Your beautiful voice, the way your Omatikaya accent presented itself whenever you were happy or excited, the way your eyes twinkled under the sunlight, everything about you Ao'nung loved. It just wasn't enough to make him love you in the light of day which hurt you the most.

"I still want to be with you syulang..." he places his hands on both of your shoulders, gliding his thumbs against your midnight blue skin. As he spoke he began to feed you those same sugar-coated words, the same words he used to make you his girlfriend. His way with words were hypnotizing, he was beginning to get you in the frame of mind for you to agree.

For you to agree to keep being his secret lover, in the shadows of the night. But you could no longer handle being his secret anymore.

"No..No..No" you shake your head, swatting his hands off your skin "If you don't want to be with me in public, I don't want to be with you at all... so what do you say Ao'nung? Do you want to be together in public this time, for us to enjoy each other in the light of day?" Your amber eyes were glimmering with hope, hoping that Ao'nung would finally change, that he would finally be with you fully and not be ashamed.

"I-I can't y/n, I love you but I can't..." A single tear falls from his eye, knowing that he hurt you made him feel bad but he valued his self-image more.

Your tail wagged aggressively behind you, knowing that he didn't fully want you crushed your soul, "SCREW YOU AO'NUNG!" You hissed as you shoved him so hard into his chest that the wind was knocked out of his lungs, "You're a real kalweyaveng! A fucking jerk! I hate you!" You loved him, every fiber in your body loved him, and the fact that he used you, played with your emotions as if you meant nothing cut deep.

"I'm sorry syulang but I-"

"Save that weak ass apology Ao'nung and stop calling me that! You don’t even truly mean it! Every term of endearment you’ve spoken has been a lie because if it wasn’t we wouldn’t be in this fucked up situation! I don't EVER want to talk to you again!" You stormed away, red hot with anger, nonstop tears staining your cheeks, and your body ached from feeling heartbroken.

You went to your marui and you were thankful that no one was home. You went to your room, pulled your privacy curtain open, and plopped onto your bed. As you cried into your pillow your thoughts couldn't do anything but consume you.

You began to wonder why Eywa decided to inflict such torture on you, wondering why Ao'nung couldn't love you properly, wondering why he was ashamed of you, and why he could only love you when no one else was watching.

As the volume of your sobs intensified your head began to throb in pain. You couldn't even concentrate on your surroundings anymore, the only thing you could hear was your painful sobs.

Neteyam got home from finishing his clan duties, ready to rest for the remainder of the day. As he walked through the mauri he didn't see anyone but he heard cries and sniffles. When he realized they were coming from your room his tail began to curl up behind him, he hated hearing you cry. Since he was your older brother he wanted to protect you and keep you safe.

"y/n are you okay? What happened?" He pulled back your privacy curtain and it revealed you laying on your stomach with your face buried in your pillow.

"L-Leave me alone Neteyam, I *sniffle* don't want to talk about it" You sit up and place your feet on the floor, trying to wipe the tears that were continually pouring down your cheeks.

Neteyam took a look at your whole appearance and as his eyes scanned your arm he could see a purple bruise which angered him but he didn't show it because he knew that wouldn't help you in your fragile state.

Neteyam sat down next to you while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his embrace, "tsmuke please tell me what's wrong, I want to help you. Bare your soul with me so I can understand the reason for your tears."

feeling Neteyam's warm embrace, his soothing voice and his calming presence caused more tears to flow harder down your face as you opened up. "I-It's A-Ao'nung," your voice is soft as you speak, trying to repress your crying hiccups from surfacing.

Neteyam's brow bones furrowed at the mention of Ao'nung, "What did that skxawng do?"

You took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself somewhat together so your words could be coherent when you told Neteyam the story. "We were dating, a couple." Neteyam's eyes widened at the newfound information.

He of course didn't know you were dating him or that you were even interested in Ao'nung which caught him off guard a little but he continued giving you his undivided attention.

"I just broke up with him because I found out that he didn't want to be seen around the village with me. The only thing he values is his friend's opinion, he didn't even truly love me enough to be with me in public. He manipulated me, making me believe that Ronal didn't want us together so we had to keep it a secret but in reality, he didn't want me to ruin his stupid reputation."

Neteyam's jaw tensed as he processed your words. He was shocked at first but it quickly turned to fuming anger, "Did he give you that bruise too?" A growl rumbled from his throat as he once again looked at the purple handprint around your bicep.

"When I tried to talk to him he snatched me up and shoved me because he didn't want anyone to see us together" As you relive the event that just occurred you could still feel Ao'nung dark presence around you. His coldness was still on your skin and that only made you feel worse.

"I'm gonna kill him for hurting you." saying that Neteyam was mad was a complete understatement. Knowing that someone hurt you emotionally and physically, manipulated and played you like you were an idiot made him want to go ballistic.

As Neteyam continued seething with raw anger while trying to comfort you to the best of his ability Lo'ak walked in, "What's up you guys?"

Lo'ak felt the anger and tension in the atmosphere which made him concerned, "What happened?" Lo'ak looked between you and Neteyam waiting for someone to give him some answers

"Ao'nung happened, he treats our tsmuke like shit and thinks he can get away with it."

Hearing you and Ao'nung in the same sentence instantly made Lo'ak pissed, he didn't even need to hear the full story. He could see you were hurting and that was enough for him "Let's go kick his ass"

Watching Lo'ak pound his fists together as he cracks his knuckles weren't a good sign, "Please don't fight him, I don't want you both getting in trouble with Dad over this" Lo'ak was already in trouble for starting an argument with some boys in the village and this would only add fuel to the fire.

"I don't give two shits about getting in trouble with Dad right now, Ao'nung is going to pay for hurting you. Plus when Dad hears the full story I doubt he'll even be mad anymore." Lo'ak said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the mauri and toward the village.

"Now tell me where that bitch is so I can cave his face in." As you looked up at Lo'ak you could see the rage stirring up inside him just waiting to be unleashed.

You knew this was definitely going to end badly but you didn't care because Ao'nung deserved it.

Every punch, kick, and insult your brothers give him he deserves because he decided to love you in the shadows.

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fkarelyxoxo · 3 months

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Golden boy ✨✨

#myart #aonunete #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #human au #hes 20 21 in my human au #hes also holding aonungs surf board

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cordyce · 1 year

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ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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aoyum · 1 year

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Confess.

neteyam x gn!metkayina reader, lo’ak x gn!metkayina reader, aonung x gn!metkayina reader, roxto x gn!omaticaya reader

fluff, a PINCH of jealousy, lips on lips, mentions of blood, fighting

how their feelings for you come to the surface

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im aware that aonungs is way shorter than the rest.. 😞 #FREEAONUNG. LO’AK AND ROTXO ARE A PAIN TO WRITE, ESPECIALLY ROTXO. JESUS

Neteyam;

You intricately weaved one string through another, licking your lips in deep focus. Your hand searched the ground for a bead, sliding it onto the two strings once you found one.

You failed to realize that someone had been approaching from behind, flinching hard when you felt the feather-light touch on the small of your back. Snapping your head around you were met with the familiar sight of Neteyam, pulse quickening with nerves instantly.

“Skxawng,” you hissed, gripping onto the necklace like a vice, “you scared me Neteyam.”

He laughed, the sound resonating through one ear and out of the other. It was a sound you could never tire of. “I am sorry,” he whispered, shifting his body to move in front of you, “what are you making?” he asked when he noticed the object in your hands.

“A necklace,” you said coolly.

“For who?” you sensed hesitation in his voice, flicking your gaze up at him without adjusting your head.

“Well, I can’t say. it was supposed to be a surprise,” you mumbled, hinting to him subtly.

His lips formed a tight line, uncertainty etched over his face. A hand reached out and planted itself over yours firmly. At this you froze your ministrations and looked back up to him slowly.

“Who is it for?”

“Neteyam—”

“Oh, come on,” he urged. You sighed and looked down.

Crawling around him, you stopped behind him and he twisted his head to watch you. “Za’u, move your hair.”

He wasted no time in doing so.

You wrapped it around his neck and tied gently, beads clinking against each other while doing so. You moved again and examined the jewelry on his neck.

It was a perfect fit.

Smiling proudly, you drawled closer, locking eyes with him. “Luckily, you arrived just as I was finishing,” you smiled, gaze wandering all over his face.

Neteyam looked at you intensely, an indecipherable expression on his face. Butterflies swarmed the pit of your belly, your heart beating erratically. Opening your mouth to speak again, his golden eyes dropped to your lips.

“Made for you. Only you.” you whispered, fingers still looped around the string of the necklace.

“Yeah?” he grinned, gaze never leaving its place on your lips. You nodded and Neteyam leaned in close, too close. Nerves were attacking your better judgment and you were failing to think of anything other than the close proximity between the two of you.

His eyes darted to yours for some kind of approval, and approval was all he found.

Connecting his lips with yours, a warm hand found solace on your mid-thigh, his free one tugging you in by the waist.

The two of you remained like that until both were quietly gasping for breath.

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Lo’ak;

“Come on bro, it’s now or never,” Neteyam said in a hushed tone, shaking his younger brother by the shoulders.

The pair was staring at you from afar, watching the way you splashed and played around in the water with their sisters and Tsireya. “You’ve been holding out for forever,” he insisted, giving Lo’ak an encouraging push.

He groaned, rolling his shoulders in exasperation. Lo’ak began making shallow, hesitant steps towards the water, insides churning with trepidation. As he neared the water, you took notice and paused, smiling at him.

“Lo’ak! Come! We were just about to swim,” you waved him over, turning on your heel and venturing deeper into the water. He quickly rushed over and ducked his head underwater.

You were already several feet under, but you stopped to look up at him.

“Hurry,” you signed, remaining still while waiting for him to catch up.

He swam as quickly as he could, when he reached you, you intertwined your hand with his and swam toward the rest of the group.

As you did so, Lo’ak had to refrain from pulling you back. He wanted to take you somewhere you could be alone to tell you, but he silently followed alongsuit.

You stopped at the large rock that everyone typically practiced breathing at and hoisted yourself onto it, followed by Kiri and the others. The group sat around in a circle and began to engage in conversation. Lo’ak, of course, choosing a spot next to you.

After a while of chatter you found yourself growing bored, so you wordlessly slipped away and into the water. No one paid much mind, other than a certain someone.

As you dove deeper, you really took into account just how much beauty the reef held, reaching out to touch the beautiful scenery and animals. Spinning around, to say that you were surprised to see Lo’ak, so close into your vicinity of space, would be a major understatement.

His eyes widened and he moved back immediately, signing a quick apology before moving closer cautiously.

“Come to the surface? I want to tell you something.” you watched his hands, meeting his eyes and nodding slowly before resurfacing.

You pushed the hair out of your face as soon as you breached the water, Lo’aks head popping up not too long after you. “What’s up?” you asked, brows furrowing slightly. You watched as he looked back to everyone, turning back to you and grabbing your arm gently before guiding you behind a larger rock.

You were confused, but played along without complaint.

“Listen, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes. Nervousness slowly began to trickle into your system as you grabbed his shoulder, brows furrowed deeper this time. “What’s this about Lo’ak?”

“I like you,” he spat abruptly, “I like you so much.”

You froze, hand slowly slipping from his shoulder. His own hand burst out of the water and held it, searching your eyes for any twinge of rejection or disgust.

Your bottom lip quivered a bit as you registered his words, face flushing and heart racing. “You like me? You’re sure of this?” your voice sounded nothing like you as you spoke.

“I’ve never been more sure— not of anything—” he whispered hastily, eyes glowing with desperation.

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When you’d returned to the others stuck to each other like moth to a flame, you would have expected some reaction out of them. But not an ounce of shock came from them— any of them.

You were told with utmost smugness that you ‘showed hardly any restraint when the other was around’, and that the attraction between you two was palpable to anyone who had eyes.

Sheepishly, you lowered your head and leaned further into Lo’ak, who greedily took in the feeling of your touch and returned it with enamored words and embraces.

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Ao’nung;

The last thing you’d probably ever expected to see was the eldest son of the Olo’eyktan stumbling into your marui.

“What?” you blinked, taken off guard. It wasn’t quite a question, but then again, you wanted answers.

Ao’nung stood wordlessly, eyes boring into yours. The awkwardness of the encounter had the temperature feeling hotter than it really was.

You stood and took a few steps, stopping right in front of him. Still, he was quiet. He grabbed onto your forearm and dragged you outside, pressing your backside into the soft material of the marui.

“Everything oka—” you wanted to ask, but this had Ao’nung sighing loudly and dropping his head, as if he was getting ready to say something he really, really didn’t want to say.

“Ao’nung!” you heard the familiar voice of Rotxo. It sounded extremely close.

Almost as if it was coming from the opposite side of your—

His head lifted with quick speed, bringing his body impossibly close to yours. You were utterly trapped between the exterior of your home and the warmth of the boy you were head over heels in love with.

“Let me kiss you,” he pleaded, breath fanning over your lips. The request alone left you breathless and took all words from your mouth. Sounds of multiple hurried footsteps were heard from around the marui, hinting that Rotxo was approaching quickly. Too quickly for Ao’nungs liking.

He hissed in frustration, meeting your gaze.

“Okay. Yes.” you whispered, in a matter of seconds his soft lips were on yours.

“Ao’nung you wuss!” Rotxo’s laughter resonated through the air, “I knew you wouldn’t—” his sentence quieted and never finished. You pried one eye open, not so much that it was noticeable, but just enough to see the look of astonishment on their faces.

The sight alone had you smiling into the kiss, bringing your hands to his chest while his fingers gently caressed the skin of your outer thigh.

Their footsteps could be heard walking away, yet you wanted nothing more than to continue feeling his touches.

He was first to break the kiss, leaving you chasing his lips for more. He gazed at you through hooded lids.

A smug grin broke out onto your face.

“Did you wanna tell me just what that was, Ao’nung?” you queried, voice full of amusement.

He clicked his tongue and lifted himself off of you, walking away.

Your jaw fell slack and you took off after him, yanking his tail playfully, “Oh no! We are not done here!”

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Rotxo;

Rotxo had a genuine staring problem.

From the day you and your family arrived at the Awa’atlu village, seeking a safe sanctuary, he would eye you up and down until you had to move yourself away from him.

Furthermore, whenever his friends would hurl insults at you, he would take to defending you and your siblings against their harsh words.

Apparently, it was extremely uncharacteristic of him, as you’ve caught him and Ao’nung quarreling about it once or twice.

“Seriously, what’s gotten into you?” Ao’nung grumbled, throwing a fish to an ilu. “I’m starting to think those freaks have really gotten into your head.”

Rotxo stood in silence beside him, glowering at his side profile. When Ao’nung turned to look at him, a wide grin broke out onto his face “Don’t tell me they already have?” he scoffed, chest rising and falling with laughter.

“Cut it out, Ao’nung.”

The teasing smile faded slowly, with him now staring at Rotxo with a hardened jaw. “Or what? Gonna get your freak friends on me? They’re not even real Na’vi, Skxawng.”

Rotxo hissed, fangs gleaming as he flaunted them.

Ao’nung mirrored his actions.

It was obvious what was next to come, and just as you were about to step in, the sound of a horn sounded out.

Many Metkayinas rushed out of their homes, jumping onto their ilu’s hastily.

In the distance, long and heavy fins could be seen lifting up in the water.

The Tulkun had returned.

Ao’nung glared at Rotxo for a moment longer, before turning and running to join the others.

You were too busy watching him to realize that Rotxo had spotted you, staring at you with an intensity that had goosebumps rising on your arms. You crossed your arms and tentatively held his eyes, slowly backing away to join the others as quickly as you could.

Now, you were put in the same position, watching as he and Ao’nung began to argue over how defensive he was over you and your siblings.

Ao’nung was first to lunge at Rotxo, knocking him onto the ground. He growled, standing quickly and whirling around, slapping Ao’nung clean across the face with his tail.

He was grabbed by the ankle and knocked down once more, the left side of his face making a collision with the ground.

You cringed, knowing it would more than likely leave a nasty mark.

He lifted himself and climbed on top of Ao’nung, bringing his fist down to his face several times before he was pushed off, now being Ao’nungs turn to land a few.

While the situation was beyond humorous to you, you figured it would be best to put a stop to it before it got any worse.

Quickly moving on the sand, you mustered up all of your strength and shoved Ao’nung away, defensively standing in front of Rotxo.

At first, he wore an expression of anger, and then realization.

“So this is why you’ve been acting like this, huh? Over some five-fingered dreamwalker,” he chuckled dryly, wiping some blood from his split open lip.

You hissed, eyes darkening. “I am no such thing. Leave now.”

He circled around you, eyes never leaving your form. Stopping for a moment, he tilted his head, examining you thoroughly.

Rotxo had stood ages ago, only now taking the spot next to you.

“Are you so stupid that you cannot understand what I said? Leave. Now.” you seethed, glaring daggers onto him.

Scoffing, Ao’nung slowly backed away and left, never bothering to look back.

After a stretched moment of silence, you turned to look at Rotxo, only to find that he had already been looking at you.

There it was— that same stare with the intensity that had you feeling like he was burning lasers into your skin with just his eyes.

“Za’u,” you grabbed his hand and led him to your marui.

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You had gathered all your medical supplies and was now kneeled in front of Rotxo, gently taking care of his wounds.

Lightly dabbing his open gashes with a disinfectant, he sharply exhaled at the sting and grasped your wrist without realizing it. When he did though, he was quick to snatch his hand back, at this you smiled softly.

“All done.” you reassured him, packing up whatever leftover material you had and throwing away used items. You failed to realize that Rotxo watched your every move, eyes never daring to leave you.

When you turned your attention back to him, you took notice of the newfound glint in his eyes.

“Why do you stare at me all the time?” you asked while sitting yourself in front of him. His ears perked up and he looked away instantly.

“I do not,” he said, defiant.

You scoffed, moving your head so that you could meet his eyes. He refused to look at you, standing abruptly. “Thanks for the help,” he grumbled, making an attempt at stomping away, but you were quick to grab hold of his hand.

“Rotxo, do not leave. I am truly curious.”

He paused, internally battling himself. It wasn’t long until he gave in and fell to the ground before you.

“I don’t think you are a freak.” he whispered so quiet, you almost didn’t catch it.

You blinked, a smile pulling at your lips. “Ah. How reassuring.”

“No! …No.” he seethed, tugging at your wrist firmly. “You don’t understand what I’m saying.”

You traced patterns into the back of his palm, searching his eyes with furrowed brows.

“So tell me what you’re saying.”

A few beats of silence passed as Rotxo averted his eyes, nervously pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth. It took ages before he finally mustered up the courage to look at you.

“Oel ngati kameie.”

©olangi 2023

za’u = come

oel ngati kameie = i see you

skxawng = idiot, moron

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