#aounung

Built for War

Awwww this idea really made me cry😭. I hope it doesn't make you cry (actually it does, so I'm not the only one who had to cry)

Have fun reading ✨

𑣲 Neteyam let’s aonung watch him fuck you. 

You and Neteyam had been mated for a while now, but Aonung — Neteyam’s closest friend — had always been curious about sex.

He had asked questions here and there, shy and awkward, never quite understanding the full picture. So one night, after a long conversation and a lot of reassurance, you and Neteyam agreed to let him watch. 

Just watch.

The three of you walked together through the quiet forest paths toward a hidden cove Neteyam knew about. The bioluminescent plants glowed softly along the way, casting gentle blue and purple light on the ground. 

No one spoke much. The air felt thick with anticipation. Aonung kept glancing between you and Neteyam, ears twitching nervously, while Neteyam’s hand stayed firmly on your lower back, guiding you.

When you reached the cove, the sound of gentle waves lapping at the sand mixed with the soft hum of the night insects. The space was private, tucked away behind rocks and glowing vines. Neteyam spread out a large woven blanket on the soft sand, then turned to you, his golden eyes dark and warm.

“You still okay with this?” he asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, heart racing but excited. “Yes. I want this.”

Aonung sat down a few feet away on another mat, looking tense but curious as his hands resting on his thighs as he watched.

Neteyam pulled you close first, kissing you slowly and deeply. His big hands slid down your back, pulling you against his chest as his tongue brushed yours. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his braids. The kiss grew hungrier, your bodies pressing closer until you could feel him already hardening against your stomach.

He gently laid you down on the blanket, the soft fabric cool beneath your back. Neteyam hovered over you, kissing along your jaw and down your neck while his hands slowly untied your top. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard in the night air. He groaned softly and leaned down, sucking one into his warm mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

You moaned quietly, back arching as he lavished attention on your tits, switching from one to the other, sucking and licking until they were shiny and swollen.

Aonung, sitting a few feet away, couldn’t help but stare for a few long seconds. His eyes were locked on your bare breasts, watching the way they moved and bounced slightly with every breath you took, the way Neteyam’s mouth made them glisten. 

He could feel his lioncloth tightening a little as he shifted and adjusted his lioncloth before he forced himself to look away, cheeks burning with guilt. He tried to focus on Neteyam’s face instead, out of respect for his friend.

But his eyes kept drifting back.

Every time Neteyam switched sides or sucked harder, making your tits jiggle and your back arch, Aonung’s gaze would flick back to your chest, unable to stay away for long. His breathing had grown heavier

When he reached your loincloth, he hooked his fingers under the ties and pulled it aside slowly, almost reverently, letting the fabric fall away to fully expose your already wet pussy.

He spread your legs wider, his big hands gentle but firm on your inner thighs as he opened you up completely. Then he used both thumbs to carefully part your puffy pussy lips, spreading them open so your glistening folds and swollen clit were fully on display. The cool night air brushed against your exposed core, making you shiver.

Neteyam looked over at Aonung with a small, knowing smirk, his golden eyes dark and teasing. Aonung was squirming on his mat, clearly trying his hardest to stay respectful to both of you. His hand was moving slowly on his lap, but his eyes kept darting back to your spread pussy, ears twitching with conflict as he fought between looking away and staring.

Neteyam held the eye contact for a moment longer, that quiet smirk still on his face, before he leaned down and dragged his big, soft tongue slowly through your folds. You moaned loudly, back arching sharply as the warm, textured surface of his tongue licked from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He took his time, licking you with long, thorough strokes, savoring your taste while his thumbs kept your lips spread wide for him.

As he ate you out, Neteyam kept glancing over at Aonung, a good amount of the time his eyes were on his friend instead of you. He watched Aonung’s reactions closely, the way his hand on his cock to feel some kind of relief on his cock, the way his breathing grew ragged, the way he squirmed and tried (and failed) to look respectful. All the while, Neteyam’s tongue never stopped working, circling your clit, pushing inside you, sucking gently on your swollen folds while you shook and moaned underneath him.

You were trembling hard, fingers gripping the blanket as pleasure rolled through you in waves. Neteyam’s tongue was relentless, slow and deep one moment, then fast and focused on your clit the next. Every time you moaned or your hips twitched, he would look over at Aonung again, that possessive little smirk returning as if he was showing off exactly what he could do to his mate.

Aonung was breathing heavily now, as he watched Neteyam devour your pussy. He couldn’t look away anymore, completely captivated by the sight of you shaking and moaning under Neteyam’s mouth.

Aonung’s breathing had grown heavier. He wanted to touch himself so bad, so Instead of pulling his loincloth aside, he pressed the heel of his palm firmly against the front of it, grinding his hard, aching cock against the tight fabric. 

The material strained under the pressure, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible as he rolled his hips slowly, rubbing himself desperately through the cloth while his eyes stayed locked on Neteyam eating you out. Every slow grind made the loincloth shift and pull tighter against his length, the friction clearly not enough but still making his thighs tense and his breath hitch.

Neteyam groaned against your pussy, the vibration making you whimper. He sucked your clit into his mouth, two thick fingers sliding into you and curling as he worked you closer. 

You came with a soft cry, thighs shaking around his head as your pussy clenched and fluttered on his tongue.

Neteyam didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you were trembling and oversensitive. Then he moved up your body, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back slightly, breathing hard, and sat up on his knees between your spread legs. 

His eyes locked onto Aonung as he reached down and slowly pulled his loincloth down. His massive cock sprang free, heavy and hard, bouncing once before settling, the thick length swaying heavily between his thighs. Neteyam kept his gaze on Aonung the entire time, a small, possessive smirk on his lips as if showing off exactly what his mate was about to take or maybe something a little more than that.

Aonung’s hips froze, eyes wide as he stared.

Neteyam bent down again, gripping the base of his cock and teasing the fat, leaking head against your sensitive pussy. He rubbed it up and down your slick folds, circling your swollen clit with the tip, making you squirm and whimper underneath him. Your hips twitched desperately, trying to push up to take him, but he kept teasing, sliding the head just barely against your entrance before pulling back to rub it over your clit again and again.

“Please…” you whispered, voice shaky and needy.

Neteyam finally pushed forward, slowly sliding the thick head inside you. You gasped, back arching sharply as he stretched you open, inch by thick inch. He kept his eyes on Aonung the whole time, watching his friend’s reaction as he sank deeper into your tight heat.

Neteyam started fucking you with slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling as he buried himself to the hilt each time. Your tits bounced with every thrust, and Aonung’s hips moved a bit faster on his cock as he watched, eyes wide and dark.

Neteyam groaned, one hand squeezing your breast while the other gripped your hip. “You feel so good, yawne… so tight around me.”

Aonung body twitched harder now, breathing ragged as he watched Neteyam’s cock disappear into your pussy over and over again. His own cock was leaking though his lioncloth as he squirmed on his mat.

You moaned louder, back arching as Neteyam fucked you deeper, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the cove. 

Neteyam glanced over at Aonung again, eyes dark. “Open your thighs,” he said quietly, voice rough but commanding.

Aonung hesitated, ears flicking back, clearly embarrassed. But after a few seconds he slowly spread his legs wider, giving Neteyam a full view. The loincloth rode up tight between his ass cheeks, the thin fabric soaked and clinging to his heavy balls and the thick outline of his hard cock. The material was dark with precum, stretched obscenely over his bulge.

Neteyam’s hips never stopped moving, still thrusting deep into you as he stared. “Slap it.”

Aonung’s face burned, but he obeyed. He brought his hand down and slapped the front of his soaked loincloth hard. His cock twitched violently under the fabric, a fresh spurt of precum soaking through even more. He let out a shaky moan, body jerking.

“Good,” Neteyam murmured. “Now go back to what you were doing.”

Aonung nodded quickly and started grinding again, pressing his palm against his cock and rubbing it desperately against the tight loincloth. His hips rolled faster and faster, the wet fabric sliding over his length as his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against the soaked material. The sight was obscene, Aonung squirming and humping his own hand through his loincloth while watching Neteyam fuck you.

Neteyam’s eyes flicked between the two of you. He watched your tits bounce and jiggle wildly with every deep thrust, then looked back at Aonung,  at the way he was frantically grinding, thighs trembling, face flushed with shame and pleasure. The contrast made Neteyam fuck you even harder, hips snapping forward as he groaned.

Aonung’s movements grew desperate, hips jerking erratically. With a choked moan he came hard through his loincloth. Thick ropes of cum soaked the fabric, some forcing their way through and shooting onto your bouncing tits and stomach. Most of it dripped heavily onto the sand below, pooling beneath him as his cock kept twitching, leaking more cum in weak spurts.

Neteyam kept fucking you through it, leaning down to drag his tongue across your cum covered nipple, licking Aonung’s load off your skin with a low, satisfied hum. He leaned back up with a small, wicked smile, eyes dark as he slammed into you faster.

“Pull your loincloth down,” Neteyam told Aonung, voice husky.

Aonung was still shaking from overstimulation, but he obeyed, tugging his soaked loincloth down with trembling hands. His cock fell free, coated in thick white cum, still twitching and leaking, hanging heavy and spent between his thighs.

Neteyam took your head gently with his hand and guided it, making you turn your head to look at Aonung’s messy, cum covered cock. “Look at what you did to him,” he whispered against your ear, still thrusting deep inside you.

Aonung’s cock hung limp between his legs, still twitching and dripping the last weak spurts of cum onto the mat below. He was breathing hard, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, eyes glassy and half lidded from the intensity of his orgasm.

Neteyam slowed to a stop for a moment, buried deep inside you, and looked over at Aonung. “Come closer.”

Aonung hesitated, then crawled forward slowly on his knees until he was right beside you both. His spent cock hung heavy and low, the tip brushing against the mat and leaving a small trail of cum.

Neteyam smiled, still buried inside you. “Get on your knees properly.”

Aonung obeyed, settling on his knees so his cock hung down, the leaking tip resting against the floor.

Neteyam’s voice was low and teasing. “Do you want to fuck her?”

Aonung looked at Neteyam, then at you, then back to Neteyam. He nodded slowly, almost shyly.

Neteyam laughed softly. “Well… you can’t.”

Aonung’s ears flicked back in surprise, then he playfully slapped Neteyam’s arm. Neteyam laughed louder, the sound warm.

“What you can do,” Neteyam continued, still slowly rolling his hips inside you, “is fuck the mat right there beside her. Just like this.”

Aonung looked confused for a second, but he nodded slowly and leaned forward, pressing his still leaking cock against the mat right next to your body. He started moving his hips, sliding his sensitive cock against the woven fabric, the wet tip dragging and leaving streaks of cum.

Neteyam kept his pace slow and deep inside you. “Match my rhythm. Move your hips the same way I’m fucking her.”

Aonung nodded again and started thrusting against the mat in time with Neteyam’s strokes — slow, deep rolls of his hips, his cock sliding back and forth on the fabric while he watched Neteyam fuck you.

You moaned softly, the sight and the feeling of Neteyam inside you making your head spin. 

Neteyam kept his rhythm steady and deep, rolling his hips in long, controlled strokes that made his thick cock drag against every sensitive spot inside you. Each thrust pushed a wet, obscene sound from your pussy as he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressing against you. He had your legs folded high, almost to your shoulders, opening you up completely for him while he fucked you with perfect, possessive pace.

His golden eyes kept flicking over to Aonung, watching his friend with dark fascination. Aonung was desperately humping the mat beside you, hips jerking erratically as he pressed his still leaking cock against the woven fabric. His thick, spent cock was sliding messily back and forth, the sensitive head dragging and leaving shiny streaks of cum on the mat. Every thrust made his heavy balls slap softly against the fabric, and his cock twitched and pulsed with overstimulation, more cum leaking out in weak spurts with each desperate roll of his hips.

Neteyam groaned low, hips snapping a little harder into you as he watched Aonung’s cock slide and smear against the mat. “Look at him,” he murmured against your ear, voice rough. “He’s so desperate he’s fucking the floor just from watching me take you.”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering as you tried to look over at Aonung. His face was flushed, ears pinned back, mouth slightly open as he panted and humped the mat faster, completely lost in the sight of Neteyam’s cock disappearing into your pussy over and over again. His own cock looked so sensitive, red at the tip, still dripping, twitching every time he dragged it against the rough texture of the mat.

Neteyam leaned down and kissed your neck, sucking lightly as he kept thrusting deep and slow, letting you feel every inch. “He can’t even stop himself… just from seeing how full you get.”

Aonung let out a shaky moan, hips jerking faster as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust. His cock kept sliding, the head catching and rubbing against the mat, leaving a bigger wet spot as more cum leaked out of him.

Neteyam smiled against your skin, eyes never leaving Aonung as he fucked you deeper, grinding his cock against that perfect spot inside you until your moans grew louder and your pussy started fluttering around him again.

Neteyam eventually brought your legs up, folding them toward your head, opening you up even more. Aonung’s eyes were glued to the way your pussy stretched around Neteyam’s thick cock, the way your tits bounced with every thrust, the way your body tensed and shook as you got closer again.

Aonung wasn’t matching the rhythm anymore. He was just desperately fucking the mat, hips jerking erratically as he watched your pussy take Neteyam over and over. His cock was sliding messily against the fabric, leaving a wet trail of cum.

You came hard like that, moaning loudly as your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around Neteyam’s thick cock. Your whole body shook, thighs trembling violently as the orgasm crashed through you, leaving you gasping and twitching underneath him.

Neteyam groaned deeply but didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, hips snapping harder, driving his cock even deeper with every powerful thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking him grew louder, creamy, slick noises as your cum mixed with the loads he had already pumped into you earlier. Thick white cum from his previous orgasms was leaking out around his shaft with every deep stroke, slowly dripping down to your ass and the mat beneath you. Aonung’s eyes were glued to the sight, watching the creamy mess leak from your stretched hole and slide down your skin while Neteyam continued to pound into you without mercy.

You were overwhelmed, body shaking hard from the overstimulation. Your hands pushed weakly at Neteyam’s chest, trying to get some relief as another wave of intense pleasure bordered on too much. “Teyam— too much… I can’t—”

Neteyam leaned down closer, his voice low and soothing against your ear even as his hips kept driving into you deep and steady. “You’re doing so good, yawne. You’re taking me so well… such a perfect mate. Just breathe for me.”

He kissed your neck softly, then your cheek, never slowing his thrusts. “You can take it, come on… breathe, yawne. Let me feel you.”

You whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body kept shaking, but you stopped pushing him away. Neteyam groaned in approval, fucking you a little deeper, grinding his cock against that perfect spot inside you while more of his earlier cum leaked out and dripped messily down to your ass.

Aonung was breathing raggedly, hand on the floor as he’s still moving on his cock as he watched the creamy cum continue to leak from you with every thrust. Neteyam kept whispering soft praises against your skin, telling you how beautiful you looked, how perfect you felt, how proud he was of you for taking him so deep while you trembled and moaned beneath him.

Aonung let out a broken, shaky sound, his whole body tensing as he came again. His cock jerked hard against the mat, thick, powerful ropes of cum shooting out in messy arcs. 

Some of the spurts landed on Neteyam’s thigh in warm, heavy drops that slowly slid down the smooth blue skin, leaving shiny trails behind. A few ropes reached even farther, splattering onto your waist and stomach in sticky bursts, the warm cum mixing with the sweat already glistening on your skin and slowly dripping down toward your navel.

His cock kept twitching violently, pulsing visibly as more cum leaked out in weaker, slower spurts, dripping steadily onto the mat below and forming a growing, glistening puddle beneath him. 

Aonung was panting heavily, chest heaving, face flushed dark and eyes glassy as he tried to catch his breath. His hips gave one last involuntary jerk, pushing his sensitive cock against the mat and forcing out another weak spurt of cum before he finally started to calm down, completely spent and trembling.

Neteyam smiled down at you, still buried deep, and kissed your forehead. “Good girl.”

Now that aonung has watched his best friend fuck his mate, it’s definitely something that played in his mind whenever he wants to jerk off.

- hello… I meant to post this Friday but sadly my family got into a bad car accident and my mom has sadly passed and my granny is critically in the hospital, and my sister is gladly okay and so is her boyfriend. I am taking a lot of time to myself but i wanted to post this mainly because writing is a passion of mines and is a great way to just forget about everything happening in my life. I love writing for you guys and I have many pre written many stories that I will post. I usually write while I’m am at work but I will not be going to work for the rest of the week. This doesn’t even feel real, I still feel like I’m gonna wake up and she’s gonna be sitting on the couch. My chest hurts, genuinely. She’s been through so much cancer, so much of her constant strokes just to die to a person who doesn’t know which side of the road is the right side. I have so many more responsibilities now, I’m paying all the bills and now I’m the official guardian for my siblings so writing is not going to be easy, but I will also try for you guys. Thank you for reading.

Metkayina!Reader

The afternoon sun filtered through the woven walls of the healing marui, casting rippled patterns across the floor like light through water. You knelt beside your workstation, carefully grinding dried seaweed into powder—ingredients for a poultice Ronal had taught you to make moons ago. The rhythmic sound of stone against stone was meditative, peaceful.

That peace shattered when several warriors carried Aonung through the entrance.

“Tsakarem!” one of them called, breathless. “Training accident—he needs attention.”

You were on your feet immediately, wiping your hands clean as they laid him on one of the woven mats. Aonung’s face was twisted in a grimace he was clearly trying to hide, his jaw clenched tight. Blood seeped through makeshift bindings around his left shoulder and ribs.

Your stomach dropped. He was your promised mate—the bonding ceremony was only weeks away—and seeing him injured made something fierce and protective flare in your chest.

“What happened?” you asked, already moving to assess the damage with practiced efficiency, your hands perhaps more gentle than they would be with any other patient.

“Misjudged a strike during spear training,” one warrior explained. “Took a hit meant to be deflected.”

Aonung’s eyes cracked open, finding yours. Even injured, that familiar cockiness flickered there, along with something softer when he looked at you. “It looks worse than it is, yawne.”

“Be silent,” you said firmly, though your voice wavered slightly at the endearment, already unwrapping the temporary bindings. “Let me see.”

The gashes weren’t deep enough to be life-threatening, but they were messy—one across his shoulder, another along his ribs. He would heal, but it would take time. You worked quickly, cleaning the wounds with fresh water infused with healing herbs, your hands steady even as Aonung hissed through his teeth.

His good hand found your thigh, squeezing gently—whether for comfort or just because he couldn’t help touching you, you weren’t sure.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, thumb stroking small circles against your skin. “Don’t look so worried.”

“I’ll worry if I want to,” you replied, swatting his hand away so you could work properly. “And you are not fine. You’re bleeding.”

The marui entrance darkened, and you didn’t need to look up to know who had arrived. Ronal’s presence filled any space she entered.

“How bad?” the Tsahìk asked, moving to stand beside you.

“Painful, but clean. No infection if properly cared for. He’ll need rest and daily treatment.”

Ronal examined your work with a critical eye, then nodded approvingly. She looked down at her son, and something flickered across her face—exasperation mixed with motherly concern and a hint of knowing amusement.

“You,” she said, fixing Aonung with a stern look, “will remain here for observation. No training, no patrol, no diving until you are healed.”

“Mother—”

“Do not argue with me.” Her tone left no room for debate. Then she turned to you, and you straightened instinctively under her gaze. “You will care for him. Change his bandages twice daily, ensure he rests, keep the wounds clean.”

Your ears flicked back slightly. “Tsahìk, of course, but—”

“You are steady. Patient. Trusted.” Ronal’s eyes held yours meaningfully, then flicked to her son with unmistakable amusement. “And you are the only one he will actually listen to. My son is… particularly motivated to please his intended mate.”

Heat flooded your face. Aonung made a sound of protest that his mother completely ignored.

“Besides,” Ronal continued, her tone almost playful now, “you two are to be mated soon. Consider this practice for tolerating him every day.”

“Mother,” Aonung groaned, his ears flattening.

But Ronal just smiled—actually smiled—and placed a hand on your shoulder. “He likes you very much, tsakarem. Use that to keep him from being foolish.”

After she left, you turned to find Aonung watching you with an expression that made your heart skip.

“She’s not wrong,” he said quietly. “I do like you. Very much.”

You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as you returned to treating his wounds. “Then perhaps you should try not to get yourself killed before our bonding ceremony.”

His good hand caught your wrist, pulling you closer. “Worried about me, yawne?”

“Someone has to be, since you clearly don’t worry about yourself.”

“Mm.” His thumb stroked along your pulse point. “I like it when you fuss over me.”

“I am not fussing—”

“You are.” His smile was warm, genuine. “It’s cute.”

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The next morning, you arrived at the healing marui with fresh supplies, only to find it already occupied.

Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk Sully sat around Aonung in a loose circle, while Tsireya perched beside her brother with an amused smile. They all looked up when you entered.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Tsireya said brightly. “Maybe you can make him stop complaining.”

“I was not complaining,” Aonung protested.

“You said the bandages were too tight at least six times,” Lo’ak countered with a grin.

“And that the mat was uncomfortable,” Kiri added.

“And that you were bored,” Tuk chimed in helpfully.

Aonung’s eyes found yours, and despite the teasing, there was heat in that gaze—the kind that made you very aware that you would soon be his in every way.

“I was simply stating facts,” he said, but he was looking at you like the others weren’t even there. “Though I feel better now that you’re here.”

Tsireya made a gagging sound. “You two are disgusting.”

“We’re not even mated yet,” you said, setting down your supplies with burning cheeks. “Now everyone out. I need to change his bandages.”

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” Lo’ak called as Tsireya herded them toward the exit.

“That leaves them a lot of room,” Kiri muttered, which earned her a shove from Lo’ak.

Once they were gone, the marui felt suddenly smaller. More intimate. You knelt beside Aonung and reached for the bandages around his shoulder.

“Alone at last,” he murmured, his good hand immediately finding your waist.

“Aonung.” You tried for stern. “I need to focus.”

“I’m not stopping you.” But his fingers were tracing patterns against your skin, distracting and deliberate. “Just… enjoying the view.”

Your face heated. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re beautiful.” His hand slid higher, brushing just below your breast bindings in a way that made your breath catch. “Especially when you blush like that.”

“Your shoulder—”

“Is fine. You’re an excellent healer.” He tugged you closer, until you were pressed against his uninjured side. “But I think I need more… personal attention.”

“The Tsahìk will have my head if these wounds get infected because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“My mother knows exactly what she was doing, putting you in charge of me.” His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “She’s not blind. She sees how I look at you. How I can barely keep my hands off you.”

You did know. Everyone knew. Aonung had never been subtle about his desire for you, even before the betrothal was official. The way he found excuses to touch you—his hand at the small of your back, fingers brushing yours, pulling you close during festivals. And lately, he’d become bolder. Just yesterday, before the accident, he’d cornered you behind the cooking marui and stolen a kiss that left you dizzy, his hand squeezing your backside as he pulled you flush against him.

“We are not yet mated,” you reminded him, though your resolve was weakening as his thumb traced the curve of your hip. “There are… proper ways—”

“Proper is boring.” But he said it fondly, pressing his forehead to yours. “Though I’ll wait. For you, I’ll wait.”

You softened, cupping his face gently. “Just a few more weeks.”

“Too long,” he complained, but he was smiling. “I want you now. Want to wake up with you every morning, fall asleep with you every night. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“They already know, skxawng. You make it very obvious.”

“Good.” His hand slid down to cup your backside, squeezing in a way that was becoming familiar, possessive. “Want everyone to know what’s mine.”

“Aonung!” You swatted at him, glancing toward the entrance nervously. “Someone could walk in—”

“Let them.” But he released you, settling back with a satisfied smirk. “My future mate, taking such good care of me. What would people think?”

“They’d think I’m too patient with you,” you muttered, but you were fighting a smile as you finally began unwrapping his bandages.

The wounds were healing well. You cleaned them carefully, aware of every point of contact, every time your fingers brushed his skin and his muscles flexed beneath your touch.

“You have gentle hands,” he said quietly, watching your face. “I think about them sometimes. About how they’ll feel—”

“Aonung.”

“What?” His expression was pure innocence, but his eyes were dark with promise. “I’m just saying, after we’re mated, I look forward to your… healing touch.”

You pressed a little harder than necessary on his ribs, making him wince.

“Behave,” you said firmly, though your own thoughts were straying to dangerous territory. “Or I’ll tell Ronal you’re being difficult.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He laughed, then immediately regretted it as his ribs protested. You couldn’t help but smile as you finished applying fresh bandages, your movements efficient but tender.

When you started to pull away, his hand caught yours.

“Thank you,” he said, serious now. “For taking care of me. I know I’m… a lot.”

You squeezed his fingers. “You’re mine. Or you will be soon. That means putting up with you is my privilege.”

Something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes. “Say that again.”

“Which part?”

“The part where you called me yours.”

Your heart raced, but you met his gaze steadily. “You’re mine, Aonung. Even if you are reckless and teasing and—”

He pulled you down into a kiss that stole your breath, deep and claiming, his good hand cradling the back of your head. You melted into it, into him, forgetting for a moment about propriety and healing and everything except the taste of his lips and the way he made you feel—wanted, cherished, desired.

When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing hard.

“Few more weeks,” he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding down your spine to squeeze your backside again, pulling your hips against his. “And then you’re mine every night. All mine.”

“Aonung, you need to rest—”

“I’ll rest.” His smile was wicked. “After one more kiss.”

You should have said no. Should have been responsible and proper and all the things a tsakarem should be.

Instead, you leaned down and kissed him again, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him, the promise of what was to come.

Until voices approached the marui.

You jerked back, heart pounding, just as the entrance flap pushed aside and Ronal stepped in, followed by Tonowari and Jake Sully.

They all stopped.

Ronal’s eyes took in the scene immediately: you straddling Aonung’s lap, his hand very obviously on your backside, both of your lips swollen from kissing. Her expression remained perfectly neutral, but you swore you saw deep amusement flickering in her eyes.

Tonowari coughed loudly, looking anywhere but at his son. Jake looked like he was trying not to laugh.

You scrambled off Aonung so fast you nearly knocked over your supplies, your face burning hot enough to glow. “Tsahìk, I was just—the bandages needed—”

“I can see the bandages have been changed,” Ronal said dryly, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Very… thoroughly, it seems.”

“Mother—” Aonung started.

“I also see,” Ronal continued, moving closer to examine his shoulder while you wanted to dissolve into sea foam, “that the wounds are healing well. You have done good work, tsakarem. Very attentive care.”

The way she emphasized ‘attentive’ made you want to sink through the floor.

“Thank you, Tsahìk,” you managed, not quite meeting anyone’s eyes.

Ronal straightened, fixing her son with a look. “I trust you are not making the tsakarem’s work more difficult with your… restlessness.”

“No, Mother.” But his eyes found yours, holding them with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Though I confess, having her close does make me feel much better.”

Tonowari groaned. “My son, perhaps—”

“Oh, let them be,” Ronal said, waving a hand dismissively. “They are to be mated in weeks. Better they are comfortable with each other.” She turned to you, her expression softening. “Though perhaps next time, ensure the entrance flap is secured. For privacy.”

Your face somehow burned hotter. “Yes, Tsahìk.”

Jake was definitely trying not to laugh now. “We should, uh… we can come back later—”

“No need,” Ronal said smoothly. She gestured for you to continue your work. “The tsakarem is nearly finished, I’m sure.”

As the adults discussed patrol schedules and reef boundaries, you tried to focus on organizing your supplies with shaking hands. Aonung caught your wrist, pulling you close enough to whisper.

“Worth it,” he murmured, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You’re terrible,” you whispered back.

“And you love it.” His fingers squeezed your hip possessively. “Just a few more weeks, yawne. Then I can do much more than kiss you.”

The promise in his voice sent heat pooling through your body.

“Behave,” you hissed, acutely aware of his parents mere feet away.

“Make me.”

You pinched his uninjured side, making him flinch, and he laughed quietly—that warm, genuine sound that made your heart do strange things.

Ronal glanced over, her expression knowing. “Aonung, stop tormenting your intended. She has work to do.”

“Yes, Mother,” he said dutifully, but his hand found yours beneath the supplies, fingers intertwining.

As you gathered your things to leave, he tugged you down for one more whisper.

“Tonight. Meet me at our cove after eclipse. Please.”

Your heart raced. The cove was your secret place, where he’d first told you he wanted to be yours, where you’d stolen countless kisses hidden from prying eyes.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” you murmured.

“I’ll rest better after I see you. Touch you. Kiss you properly without an audience.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

“After eclipse,” you agreed softly.

His smile was brilliant, possessive, full of promise.

As you finally left the marui, you could feel his eyes on you the entire way. And when you glanced back, he had the audacity to wink.

Just a few more weeks, you reminded yourself.

Then he would be yours completely.

And somehow, you knew those weeks would be the longest of your life.

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Ao'nung x Fem! Sully! Reader

↳ ꒰content꒱Angst, Comfort and no Comfort

↳ ꒰TW꒱ Bad Grammar!, Family issues, mentions of scars (not SH!!)

Taglist : @herdarlin @synxconcept @who-ishana @nxutella

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You stopped Expecting Things from your Family a Long Time ago. It was always The Same, The Family doing Everything together leaving you all by yourself. you understand that your Siblings don't always have Time for you especially since two of your Siblings have special Training, Tuk your Youngest Sibling tried to Include you to Everything which you appreciated so much but it hurt Everytime Lo'ak said no to you Joining them. You Tried so Hard to include yourself, To think you weren't left out, to Feel like you're also Part of This Family but it hurt more and more Everytime.

paring: Aonung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan x older!Metkayina!na'vi!reader

warnings: one-shot | non-canon | angst ( + with happy ending) | age-gap between characters | teenage love | internalized trauma/angst | MDNI | +18 content | hurt/comfort | misunderstanding/miscommunication | implied sexual connotation: lime | mentiones of sensitive topics such as: emotional & physical abuse / -sive relationship - anixiety - jealousy - ostracism - violence (please let me know if there's something missing)

author's note: the ispiration for writing this story was the lyrics of Song To The Siren by This Mortal Coil and my very own interpretation of the text of the song. i also wanted to try writing something different for Aonung character, showing off the slightly different side of this young Metkayina warrior - mature and compassionate, detemined to proof his worth to reader.

Summary: When his quiet infatuation with you begins to take a shape of true feelings, Aounung is forced to confront the painful truth that you may never be his. Thought being promised to someone else, he decides to go agaist Eywa's will and get you back. It is as he alone seemed to perceive your pain - the one you have been living with, while everyone else would rather see in you the murder of your late mate.

Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile 'Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle

Your very being seemed touched by something unspoken, and all through the village lingered rumors of the certain young Metkayina woman drifted throughout the village — one that told of how you had lured your former lover only to poison him thereafter. Spun from others’ conjectures and carried in wary—sometimes accusatory—glances, you were seen in the village ever less often. With his songcord in your hands now—unassuming, its plant fibers slightly frayed, interwoven here and there with strands of your hair, and a lone black pearl that marked it as a keepsake of your first meeting—you were often seen alone at the sea’s bend, along the path that led to your once-shared marui on the very outskirts of Awa’atlu village. Gaze absent, fixed somewhere far beyond the horizon, as the daylight gave way to the encroaching night.

You were once thought to be one favored by Eywa, graced with uncommon beauty and rare talent among the women of the Metkayina—gifts that earned you many admirers among the men of your clan, including the chief’s own son. You two were around the same age and knew each other through his younger sister and your childhood friend Tsireya with whom you used to spend a lot of time under watchful eye of her mother, spiritual leader and Tashik of the clan, taking on the path on becoming one of the Omatikaya's tiretu. As her apprentice, you accompanied in performing on ritual and spiritual functions, presiding over great ceremonies, as well as singing songs and communicating with Eywa. Your closeness with Great Mother reflected in the love and devotion with which you approached and cherished every living being, in your thoughtfulness, and in the almost innate intuition that guided you through even the most difficult decisions. But beyond all, it was your ability to listen which drew people to you—and Aounung was no exception. You found yourself spending hours listening to his stories—a fleeting escape from your everyday life— followed by teasing of his and friends and your shared laughters that filled the air beneath Awa’atlu’s night sky. For most of the time you happened to treat him with same acknowledgement as any other clan memeber, dismissing his attempts to steal your attention, as well as one-sided glances cast in your direction. Despite trying to act all grown-up and mature around you, he always seemed like a younger brother to you, and his overbearing confidence, the way he so readily gave in to his emotions only seemed to confirm it.

Sully!daughter!reader and first born

Aonung x reader (lowkey enemies to lovers)

Neglectful Sully family

Reader being so well-behaved was the reason Jake & Neytiri wanted more children but Neteyam became the golden child, Kiri became the miracle child, Lo'ak needed constant supervision and Tuk was the baby.

Tuk isn't really at fault, though. When she can, she still talks to and loves reader.

Ronal and Tonowari accept her into their own family and Ronal even starts training reader to be a future tsahik.

Aonung and reader mate without telling Ronal and Tonowari but they don't mind.

Confrontation between Sully family and Aonung's family at the end. Sully family feel guilt but accept that reader isn't part of their family anymore.

I think Spider is still captive under the RDA in this but not too sure.

Edit: I had to scroll through my entire list of liked posts but I found it. Turns out it was also in 2 parts.

Credits: @aurora-starwars

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/aurora-starwars/802482047689113600/an-angst-request-coming-up-reader-is-jake-and?source=share

Pandora in Bloom post

Below are the amazing fics posted thus far in the event!

@itskekeelise Let Me Take Care of You - Lo'ak x mom!reader, prompt: 17. sunburn Meant for you - Neteyam, prompt: 4. being given flowers Brighter than the Stars - Tarsem, prompt: 2. Stargazing Sweet Dreams - Neytiri (platonic), prompt 36. Making a Wish Forgive Me, My Son - Lo'ak x mom!reader, prompt: 40. lost track of time Dreaming of You - Tsu'tey, prompts: 28. "Thank Eywa you're awake. I couldn't wait"

@mournest Outsider - Jake, prompt: 33. reader's never been in love until now, Yearning - Jake, prompt: 34. mutual pining

@junebugonjupiter Tie My Heart into Knots - Tonowari, prompt: 19. getting stranded on an island Nothing to Me Now - Tarsem, prompts: 6. “I will always protect you”, 11. Right person, wrong time Kick - Jake, prompt: 30. pregnant reader Bless You - Tarsem, prompts: 6. "I will always protect you", 37. Baby Pa’li/Ikran Set Me Free - Tsu'tey, prompts: 6. “I will always protect you”, 34. Mutual pining Up to Something - Jake, Prompt 8. Pulling a Prank Swims and Seashells - Tonowari, prompts: 7. Afternoon Swims, 38. Collecting seashells Gifts and Surprises - Tsu'tey, prompts: 13. Berry picking/Ripe fruit, 22. First time parents, 39. Pregnant reader Best Parts of You and I - Tonowari, prompts: #7. morning swim, #22. First time parents, #29. Braiding hair Let's Talk - Tarsem, prompts: 32. Canoeing, 33. Reader’s never been in love until now, 34. Mutual pining Worth it - Tsu'tey, prompts: 3. Grumpy x sunshine, 8. Pulling a prank, 34. Mutual pining Eywa's Plan - Jake, prompts: 5. Sunsets, 38. pregnant reader and 39. collecting seashells

@astronautcalledastro Birthday Gift - Neteyam, prompt: 25. Happy Birthday

@cottoncloudcake Purple-Faced and Completely Yours - Lo'ak x Tsireya, prompt 29. braiding hair "Happy Birthday, Tsu’tey” - Tsu'tey, prompt: 25. Happy Birthday Snack - Jake, prompts: 20. "i dont bite..much", 4. river day

@euphoriasjguk Storms and Stars - Jake, prompt(s): 6, 10, and 15

@l-auteur-fleur You're My Home - Jake, prompts: 10. Heat lightning, Summer storms & 23. Swinging in a hammock Times Like These - Jake, prompts: 12. Summer festivals, 29. Braiding hair -> Bonus Scene

@fireflynavi Cup Half Full - Jake, prompt: 1. being introduced to human coffee Doing Yoga - Jake, prompt: 18. early mornings before the heat sets in

@mrssullyy Counting your Stars - Lo'ak, prompt: 15. tracing tahni/ freckles Unexpected Beauty - Jake, prompt: 28. “thank eywa you’re awake, i couldn’t wait-”

@writingunknown Dare to Believe - Tarsem, prompt: 14. both are in love but neither know it Staycation - Neteyam, Prompt: 26. Staycation

@snatahni Let's run away for a little while, my love - So'lek, prompts: 4. River/beach day, 21. Traveling, 24. Camping

@karma-reader “I can only love you for the summer” - Lo'ak, prompt: 35. “I can only love you for the summer”

@aruscape breaking bones, mending hearts - Neteyam, prompt: 31. broken bone

@snitchesgetnobitches Restless - Jake, prompt: 22: First time parents Lovefools - Neteyam, prompt: 30. Sunshine x sunshine and everyone is sick of it

@vanillabaee Late Night Confessions - Neteyam, prompt: 2. Stargazing, 14. They’re both in love, but neither know it, 16. “I have no idea what I’m doing”

Spider: wait what do you mean I’m your son???

Ronal, Tonowari, Jake, Neytiri: Yes—

All the adult are staring weirdly against each other because of the other sudden words

Spider: So…I’m going back to do my chores—

Ronal, Tonowari, Jake, Neytiri: No, you go back home—

Spider: alright…but which one…

Ronal: Of course our Marui

Neytiri: What your Marui. Besides he is our boy

Ronal: Excuse me! You haven’t claim him yet!

Spider standing between the bickering. Spider slowly walk away then run to his friends as fast as possible to avoid any further tension.

When he got back, he was called to the elder because 4 parents want to adopt him, and he get to decide who will be his new guardian.

Spider: uhhh I’m sorry they’re all guardian and parental figure… I can’t chose wether to pick either

Elder: we have an ideas if you want to hear.

After the elder told Spider that he could stay each family house for each 2 weeks, then move to the other. Spider accept the plan.

At first, both family are anxious wether Spider would pick one of them first, so spider let the elder pick result on Ronal and Tonowari go first.