How are you doing? I haven’t seen an update from you and a while and have gotten worried. Hope you are okay and life is treating you well.
Hi thanks for checking in! Sorry for not updating, I haven’t disappeared I promise 😊
My kids are out of school and that means I have to be their entertainment 🤣 plus my baby is just over 6 months and I feel like I’m running around like a chicken with my head chopped off
TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE
Starting with me:
Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay
@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @cuntyteardrop @glassesgirlies @leninthestarlight @bardorsomethinglikethat anyone else who wanna join tbh yay
so I was just finished with reading song of achilles, highly recommend, made me sob, and achilles pissed me off, like the pride was mental, so I thought that patroclus, my king, deserved some well deserved love and appreciation. The bigger person part is in no way at all a tribute to me because I am the petty bitch you will ever have the displeasure of coming across
basically bards are important in my book series, and that was inspired from the bard yaskier from the Witcher, and I feel like it was something he'd say about himself so I went with that.
'sunshine-snake' because "sunshine" i just decided oneday i was going to be my online name, and snake since i kind of make a hissing sound (that sounds like a snake) when i laugh sometimes :3
I used to have my most common iser name be ninjapoweredcat because that's what my dad gave me on the home computer in my youth. Then I found out what opalization was and thought "huh, that's cool" and thus opalizedninjacat.
I’m just really sentimental and get attached to things and this was my first username and now I use it a lot of places but I kinda want to change it because there’s not really a good thing to call me XD
once upon a time I wanted a user of mine to be twistingcolors, but I forgot about it, and a couple years later I actually made an account for something, but I’d forgotten what I originally wanted and thought it was twistinghalo. I honestly like it better this way, so I never changed it
Honorable mention to my other common user, Sage_brush57, because I like the plant sage and the number 7. the 5 is there for fun
When I first started playing minecraft, my username was boreal_mage. I didn't like it at first, but grew to love is. So when I made this account, I changed it to Borealis. Because I love the northern lights and Mage because I love magic.
So yea, you'll always see me as BorealisMage/Borealis_Mage
I changed it once to ErosSurvives and then @sage0clock said something like "nooo you're my dick joke mutual" (my previous user was shiny-and-domesticated-dih after god read shinyandchromediehistoric wrong) so now sage always knows who I am.
(also yes sage that was a tag for the tag game)
@shaethecrow (+ open tags cause I keep misspellings them. I just woke up)
Me and my bestie irl always joke about me being a baptized demon and them an unbaptized angel. Juliette is my "French name", it's a thing my French teacher always does cause it's easier to learn French using names that fit with the language than using names that sound kinda out of place. Also Juliette_demon_666 is my Minecraft gamertag sooo
During covid me and my friends at the time all made up these sort of code names for each other. Most of my friends who were girls had names that are usually more ‘boy’ names and vice versa because we thought it was funnier, but somehow I still ended up with the name ‘Cheeto.’ Which is still really funny to me considering they didn’t even know i was genderqueer lol
And I have synesthesia so the number 8 is a really nice shade of blue, i think just cheeto was taken lol
I have so many mutuals and there’s no way i’m going to be able to remember everyone so im so sorry if i forget to tag someone i promise its not personal lol
I named myself Limelight after a particular user on here who had a username that was basically "colorname-lawlight". Now, I didn't know lawlight was a ship name, so I just put a color and the word light. I added "invisible" because invisiblity because is the superpower I'd probably want most.
(Also limelight is an actual word and I found it cool at the time. I still do)
i love my name so much and I've created it when i was 9 lol. i combined the first time of my irl name (i love to go by it as well so idc if tumblr knows it. its Victoria) and the last name of an animal i really liked back then. but the thing is, when i first typed it out in english i pronounced vinot as "vi-not" and at the time i Really liked the phrase "why not". i was 12 and the english language still felt like the fancy langauge of american movies (it was aesthetic), so i stuck with it. most of my platforms have that name on it, i either add song names at the end (abbriviated) or some funky words. and when i came on here i just grabbed my Twitter handle. made it in 2021 to post hermitcraft on that account so. it was all the rave back then. there were quite a few "pesky" moots of mine on there
i have no clue who doesnt wanna be tagged so sorry just gonna put some peeps that came to mind @heartgamer26-art-stop @whimsicalmists @irlctubbo @epicfranb
Thanks for tagging me!
So the first part of my name is across all my socials because I do content and want to be consistent. Now the 'heart' part comes from me having a heart condition or a CHD called tricuspid atresia. The 'gamer' part is kind of obvious, I enjoying gaming so I'm a gamer. 26 is my favorite number and part of my birthday. As for the 'art stop' when I originally created my tumblr it was for my art either original or fanarts.
Now for the tagging. Sorry if you didn't want to be tagged but @krakenbubble @daiya-what @khaos-creator @sapphire-heart-tippy
So the name in of itself is a just referring to me making random stuff and whatever “chaos” i get into
The different spelling of chaos though is in reference to greek mythology.
Specifically the first “entity”, Khaos. Sometimes portrayed as a proper entity and other times seen more as the event, the “before” when the gods of earth and time and love hadn’t even come to be yet.
I’m really into mythology so I thought it’d be a good fit!
Next to be tagged: @strangepiine @3000-200-grains-of-salt @necrozhun @sleepybunnysnail
So the 'piine' part of my username is just because I really like pine trees, and the extra i is a holdover spelling quirk from my old username 'Dynastiies' (Although, it was Dynastiiies with three i's here, because someone stole my username, no im not salty.)
The 'Strange' part though, comes from my Persona!
He's named largely out of my feeling of being a stranger to myself sometimes! (haha...wonder why....) So when i charged usernames i wanted to tie back into him more, and since hes a tree i just said fuck it :-P
TAG YOUR IT: @sharpjay217 (even tho i know yours pretty much i think its silly) and anyone else who wants to yall are scary to tag LOL
Okay, so. I was a Warriors kid way back in the day, and while I didn't have an account I haunted the Warrior Cats Forums of the time. And I mean the old forums, the ones I think you can only find via Way Back Machine now.
But, back on track, I used to spend a lot of my time finding cool warrior names and writing them down, making little catalogs of names and combos. Sharpjay comes from that, one of the many names I found while looking around the forums, and it was the one that stuck with me.
Meanwhile, the numbers are literally just the date the first Sharpjay account was made. February 2017, I believe? The plan at the time was to change the numbers with each new account, but I ended up getting attached to it as it was and sticking with it!
Fun fact! I used to go by Sanddapple, and I think if one of my friends hadn't chosen "Sandy" as their warrior name prefix I might have still been Sandy to this day. It's what finally convinced me to switch to a new username!
Uhhhhhh, tagging, ummmmm. @5dbuckbox @cosmic-cimsoc @djfalloutwolf @lostinthe-void-666 woe be upon ye'. No pressure, of course!
thankyou for tagging me hi hello okayso. Picture. little baby me is not a warrior cats kid so much as a wolves kid. you understand. i introduced myself to my friends as part wolf this was my identity to them. and little baby me wants to play minecraft with their friends and i am forever and always horrendous at coming up with names. so of course i ask my good friend for advice and he bestows upon me ✨️ xXCosmicWolfXx ✨️ WHICH. i do not use. because even little baby me thought that would be A Bit Much. instead i tone it down to the respectable CosmicWolf88 i do not remember where the numbers came from. then. another friend and i had a bit where we reversed our minecraft usernames ? i also do not remember why ? but thus once i decided it was time to adapt the stalwart CosmicWolf88 into something much less distinctly Early Username, i pulled cimsoc from the reversed username bit and it stuck (<- that is my user in several other places atm). unfortunately as a fairly simple name it's sometimes taken before i can get it, so in those cases i expand it back to some variant on cosmic-cimsoc because it uses both other username versions and i like the mirroring effect. The End....
anyway i dont really have a good answer to this ?? like i think i just needed a minecraft username in high school and i didnt like my old one (really corny lol) so i chose it kinda randomly and it stuck? idk i'm not that crazy about it nowadays, but It's My Name Now. also the carbon part is completely separate one of my alt usernames is/was carbon9904 but it was taken on instagram so i wound up using greenscreenvoid instead. i've never had any problems with it being in use which is nice! and i think its fairly easy to remember and pronounce even if its on the long side
@valzenlux @coyotemaximum @salvificidoloris (i know why but whatever) @sealiens no pressure but yk
it's really quite shrimple! i'm a coyote therian, and my full name is maximum (after trigun maximum). for my transformers sideblog (@coyotemaximal) i just took maximal from beast wars 😭 probably boring but! i like the ring of it <3
uhh @voltaero @sphingidaes @bad-facsimile @marshmeowlow @softwaluigi @chilblainz @boxchewr @edenlogistics @mxgic-dxncing @punkrock-valentine @cakeboppop @autisticratchet (i know some of these but i'm still tagging <3)
Voltaero comes from a tf oc i have yet to flesh out beyond witty philosopher with Deistic leanings and i was tired of mh old username. Kinda boring but it’s chill
Tags: @8dontask @fallisl1fe @heycerulean i don’t know enough people and well enough to tag people </3
My username is a mash up between the best season ever and a vine! I was born in the fall, which also happens to be one of my favorite seasons because of halloween (I love spooky things!). Trees also tend to turn beautiful shades of red and orange where I live!
The "islife" part comes from both the vine joking about the basketball term "ball is life" where Cinderella misunderstands the statement as meaning "dancing is life" and the fact that Autumn is something I'll love for life lol
After that it just stuck and now my name is Fall! (The A is pronounced like in "Alligator")
@glitchgh0sty @innome0 @sideswipesjetpack
@madcoincidence @reader-from-nowhere @cosmique-oddity @shad0w-n1nja5 @sock-has-rock Tag you're it! >:D
ive been asked a few times if my name came from Shadow the Hedgehog, but it actually comes from Ninjago!
years ago when my siblings and i used to play block city wars on our nanas ipad, they were named after something from pokemon (i dont remember what), but i was obsessed with lego Ninjago and wanted to be a ninja lmao, i tried out a few different "types" of ninja but at one point my brother suggested "Shadow Ninja" and thats stuck ever since
(the 5 at the end was only added because Shad0w-N1nja was taken)
Echora: Echo is bc I like how “echo” sound, the ending comes from my irl name (not telling 🤫 you can guess if you like)
Aura is just an additional to differentiate myself from others who may use “Echora”
My online name is Rau which comes from the “ra_au” section just fused, so Rau!
I also go by Raucarus/RaunotIcarus in some spaces which is basically my alt username, just my online name, Rau, with Icarus bc it’s one of my favorite tropes/greek myths
okay so the first two are fairly simple, i am silly and my favorite color is blue
the third one came kinda sorta from a scheme i had to get my friends to see project hail mary with me by sending them a picture of ryan gosling every day so by the time it came out they would have to go see it and now ryan gosling has just become a massive part of my personality
umm anyways here are the tags feel free to join if you wanna @wolfymakes @thefourthnorn @nachtwaechterin @itshamwich @boatemholes @
okay so this username has actually only been in use since November although I've been using it on Instagram for longer lol. my original username was stripesperhaps which is a reference to a line from sweeney todd in by the sea and also to the fact that I wear stripes pretty much every day lol. then in November I actually started to post here so I changed my user name to match my Instagram so it became itshamwich. hamwich is a reference to when magno calls haymitch hamwich on page 348 of sunrise on the reaping. I really like sandwiches and I have a funny reputation of getting my name messed up a bunch so I thought this was fitting. also I am a massive hunger games and haymitch fan lol. I really like the 2 part aspect of stripesperhaps so that's why I added the "its" in front. I do still love stripesperhaps but I have such a bond to itshamwich now lol. I love it so much and I think it suits me so I think it will be here forever. I'm itshamwich forever now lol
that was a lot lol but I like talking about this lol
also its funny when my friends read sotr and they are like "I know why you're hamwich now lol" also if they mention hamwich in the movie I'll be so so so happy lol
tags!! (no pressure of course): @boatemholes, @the-knockoff-gilbert-blythe, @rylandgraceisace, @epicmilly and anyone else!!!!
hehe thank you for the tag! my favorite number is four, so IV became my art signature, and thus became my username! the 135729 is just kind of random idk hehe
i was actually just thinking about this kind of tag game last night lol
tags if you're interested: @frankensteinmf @kit69-96 @dickesende @temprpeppr @coat-of-many-colors @stabwho @pavilarg0 @mind-dmp @cl0wnb0yyy @00frisbeedog00 @gorg-go-gay @dr4gon-the-creature @amongrascals @nightmar3ofyou @bugboyxeno @0llierawr @fiqhtclub
j and f are my initials ! so when i made my tumblr back in college i wanted to include them somewhere without giving away my full name. at the time i was in the trenches of french class, and i decided on le jardin fleur, which i know is grammatically incorrect… pls dont come for me.
it translates literally to “the garden flower” but in proper french it would be “la fleur du jardin” !
french flowers are the vibe i was going for 😌 oui oui ! c’est vraiment ! (this is also why my exclamation points social distance from the last word in a sentence… also french)
and though i took french since i was a child, i am not fluent 🥲
i’d love to know about your usernames !! but no pressure ☺️ @junebugonjupiter @wiilddogs
So for mine, I wanted something that sounded whimsical and had my fingerprint in it, but was not fandom specific.
Junebug was something my friend called me exactly one time because we were joking around and naming bugs that sounded close to our real names. Turns out I really liked it though, so Junebug stuck.
Then Jupiter the planet because the alliteration was nice! And also Zeus/Jupiter was always the answer when I would take those Percy Jackson godly parent quizzes in middle school.
so since i was like 8 all my usernames had star in it cuz i was into dc and i really liked starfire. i thought she was just the prettiest ever. so that was a theme all my usernames have had.
and since i wanted this to be an avatar blog i wanted something relating to it and pretty sounding. these were some name ideas i had:
eywasdream
eywastouch
eywasstargirl
eywas-stargirl
eywassong
pandorasstar
i tried ones without the star but they just didn't feel right yk. so eventually i settled for eywas-stargirl
My username actually changed a few times (I’ve been writing fanfiction since I was 13!) before what it is now. My username is actually taken from Wicked — Elphaba calls herself beautifully tragic in the movie and since Wicked has to be one of my favourite musicals, the name just stuck
You think Tonowari + Ronal & Jake + Neytiri saw Ao’nung/Suli!Reader and how they were always at each other (mostly Suli!Reader) and thought oh yeah, they’re gonna be mates
Like they saw Suli!Reader threatening Ao’nung, hissing at him, always warning him to keep his hands off her and they just knew
Obviously the war & the fight with the RDA/Mangkwan was always going to come first but once there was peace that would be a reality for the two of them?
Warnings: The first half has smut, the second half mentions smut. There is also talks of pregnancy/being pregnant, please don't read it if it makes you uncomfortable
The glow of the fire casts shadows upon the walls of this marui on the island where couples like you find an escape. It eats at the wood that gives it life, crackling and popping as the trapped sap and gas beneath the fibres are forced out in microscopic explosions.
While the fire lights the private escape you two have shielded yourself away in, there is another inescapable heat. It is burning between you and Ao’nung and has nothing to do with the flames that give you warmth or provide a means to cook food.
This fire is intoxicating and tantalizing, it is the rush of an enigma—raising the intensity of the passion but not allowing either of you to rush. This fire is conveyed through the blazing blue eyes of a Na’vi who is focused on a single goal.
Blues that know the perfect golden eyes belonging to the woman he can never get enough of, are fluttering shut. With every soft touch of his lips along the curve of your spine, Ao’nung is kissing along the edges of the scar you received from the akula.
He does not see the healed wounds as something to hide but rather something that should be decorated and adored. Those scars that you earned from protecting the life of a young hunter trying to prove himself was a mark in the clan that no one would be able to forget.
You had openly faced an aggressive akula and survived while protecting the life of the innocent yet foolish boy and to the Metkayina, that was as honourable of an act as bonding with Toruk Makto was to the Omatikaya.
“Lornusrr yuey ngaru lu.” Ao’nung’s lips follow a track down your spine though his pace is slow and unhurried, he does not rush the affection he is giving you. He is taking his time and making sure that he places his lips on every curve, every jagged or rough inch of your skin that is scarred.
He knows that you have struggled with looking at your reflection in the mirror, and that you have often looked at the permanent remnants that mar you with distaste. You may not have said it outright, but he has watched the manner in which your eyes follow the lines of those scars, and the hesitancy of your hands when choosing your clothes.
Ao’nung needs you to understand that these scars are something to be proud of, that they do not take away from the beautiful woman that has him ready to drop to his knees at a moment’s notice. He needs you to feel the love and endearment, the continuously surging adoration he feels for you, that behind every purse of his lips against your skin there is nothing short of intense desire and want.
He loves you and he is telling you that every time he lifts his mouth and presses it back down against a new portion of your scarred back. He kisses you, he whispers ‘Nga yawne lu oer’ and ‘Oel ngati kameie’ to you.
I love you & I see you – sentiments that are deeply rooted in his heart and soul, affectionate exchanges that he could never get tired of telling you.
Ao’nung continues drawing his lips down your back and over your scars, listening to the sighs that slip out of your pretty lips. You are relaxed, you are at ease here with Ao’nung on this private little island that he has taken you to. Although the term honeymoon is entirely a Sky Person’s terminology, it is a true statement to what you are doing here—you are mated, married according to the human’s, and now you celebrate together.
“You are teasing me.” Sighs turn to something audible and you shift slightly, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. While your chest is pressed against the floor and your hips are raised, Ao’nung had leaned over your back to kiss a trail from your shoulders, down your spine to the base of your tail.
There is more to the affectionate kisses that he places upon your spine and scars, Ao’nung is teasing you, taunting you. He is seducing you and bringing you closer to a place of need and desire, foreplay before the two of you will find pleasure in each other and mate as husband and wife. You have done so before, you have mated and completed tsaheylu, but this is different.
When you mate this time, there is more intimacy. This a mating between husband and wife at a time where you are closer than ever. You have had conversations that deepen the intimacy beyond physical parameters and gives you a better understanding of each other—you are open with Ao’nung, and you are allowing him to see the real forest girl that has plagued his mind from the moment your family stepped foot on the beach.
He feels you squirming when his nose hits the base of your tail, the feel of him being so close to the place where you are leaking that sweet, intoxicating honey is making you shudder beneath him. Ao’nung’s croons something sweet into your skin as his hands glide against the smooth expanse of your thighs to your hips. When he meets the curvature of them, his fingers begin to dig into the meat of your hips to keep you steady, to keep you in place.
Because one you feel the warmth of his breath against the back of your thighs and the nudging of the tip of his nose against your dripping pussy lips, you try to pull away. It is an instinctual reaction that has you trying to pull away before he can even get his lips on you, to have that enticing honey gracing his tongue.
“Ke tsun nga oetuyä tivul, ma yawntu.” Ao’nung grips your hips and pulls you back toward his mouth, crooning the words that fall from his lips as a threat and a vow.
You cannot run from me, my beloved – you will not escape the clutches of your mate that wants you.
His eyes are half-lidded from the expectation of pleasure that he will indulge himself in, with you tied together in this heated exchange that will set the precedent for your relationship. This feels like the beginning of your relationship, the true start to the intimacy that will bleed from one to the other, a coupling as husband and wife that are bonded for life.
“Oel ngati kameie.” Ao’nung whispers against the back of your thighs while you are lying in a position where your cheek is pressed against the fur he laid down for you, with your back arched and your hips raised. “I love you.”
Everything he does, he does with intimacy and love in mind. Every action, every subtle movement of his hands, his lips, even the way his fingers move against you, it is all to bring you pleasure and make you understand how much he loves you.
“I love you too.” You return the devotional words, spoken without any reservation or any tendrils of a lie. It is the truth and it is the honesty that marks itself as historical in your relationship, it is the starting point of newness in your mateship.
After this night, Ao’nung will carve a new bead for your hair, a new part of your songcord to mark the night when you had fully, truly given into the Metkayina boy who loved you for years.
He breaths against the back of your thighs before he follows a trail of tahni’s toward your sweet core, the honeyed arousal that drips is a testament to your want, to your desire. He is patient, he will string this interaction out for as long as he feels he needs to. Once he latches his mouth onto your pussy lips, you respond with a long-awaited moan.
“Ao’nung…” his name falls from your lips with saccharine coating every vowel and consonant, the sound is music to his ears. It is the way you moan his name that becomes engrained in his mind, a siren’s song that he will recall when he is gone from you on hunting trips or late at night when you have left to visit your family.
Ao’nung’s tongue is flattened against your pussy, tasting and sucking the arousal that is seeping from your cunt, the taste of you is powerful. Sweet like the juice of a dawn fruit, freshly sliced and fully ripe; a glimmer of saltiness like the reeds that they harvest and grill along their fish. You are the perfect balance of the two tastes; another clear sign that you are made for him.
Ao’nung is following the cues of your moans and whines, the whimpers that fall so easily from your lips as you react to him feasting upon your pretty, soaking heat.
Every subtle motion of his tongue against your swelling, soaked pussy lips is acting in conjunction with the nudging of his nose against your clit. You are grinding your hips against his face, desperate to feel more of his mouth and his tongue upon you, to get more from him as you sink into a greediness that he is elated about.
“I know.” He inches back and speaks two words that deliver an understanding of you and what you need, of the kind of desire you are craving. When he pulls his mouth off of your cunt with a slow draw, you turn your head and look at him behind you—golden eyes narrowing and your lips forming that little purse that he interprets as a visible sign of your annoyance.
Annoyed that he stopped, annoyed that he is not continuing with the pleasure.
“Mawey, ma tsìve'a, rä'ä sivi tìkawng.” Ao’nung croons softly and runs his hands up your hands and over the roundness of your ass before he dips them back down again to spread your thighs.
He uses the strength of his hands to keep your legs parted before he dives back in again, this time his lips find the hard nub of your clit. He sucks that sensitive little bundle into his mouth and receives a shocked yet pleasured shriek from you that comes as you try to squirm away from him.
“I told you, you cannot run.” Ao’nung slides an arm around your hips and under your waist, to hoist you back into place. He uses his thicker forearm to keep you in place, to hold you where he wants you while the fingers on his free hand are gathering up your slick and pushing it back inside your heat.
“You cannot run from this.” He murmurs against your clit, only pausing to speak before he is back at his task of sucking on your clit.
His fingers slowly work in and out of your cunt, taking a pace that is more languid than you would have wanted, but Ao’nung will not rush. He will not allow himself to rush through this moment because you want all that pleasure at once. This is an opportunity for you to let go of the feeling of always needing to be in control and allow yourself to be freer to experience pleasure.
No inhibitions; no holding back.
“Rutxe, rutxe, rutxe…” You push you hips back against him, seeking more than he is giving you. Ao’nung’s lips form a smirk when you push back, and he knows you can feel the rise of his lips against you. He is continuous in his task of pushing his thick fingers in and out of your cunt, simultaneously going between sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit.
He is working you up to your first orgasm, and all his hard work pays off when your pussy tightens around his fingers and your squirming increases. Your voice is nothing but a series of moans and jumbled words, a toss up between Na’vi and human, none of it makes sense yet it is conducive of what you are feeling—of the pleasure that is making you see stars.
He increases the speed of his fingers, the thrusting digits that are pushing and pulling, the motion of his fingers that fill your pussy are ushering you toward an intense orgasm.
“Fìtseng po lu, fìtseng oeyä ma tì’eveng sìltsan.” Ao’nung praises you as he fingers you through, watching with absolute delight as you gyrate your hips against his hand, grinding back against the sensation that is delivering white-hot pleasure that slams into you.
Over and over, you moan his name, you give him exactly what he wants. Until your body, which was once tense, now relaxes and almost collapses against the furs he laid down for you. With your orgasm rising and falling, with your body become lax again beneath him, Ao’nung places one more lingering kiss against your clit.
He slowly removes his fingers from your sweet cunt and watches the remnant of your sticky cum, and arousal mix into a combination that clings to his skin.
Ao’nung slides his arm out from under your waist and uses his clean hand to rub a slow circle into the small of your back, massaging your skin. You look back at him once more, golden eyes meeting his blues and you watch as he lifts his hand, using his tongue and mouth to clean your cum from his fingers.
“I am not finished, paskalin. We have all day to enjoy one another.”
Lightning cracks outside the marui, illuminating the sky that has become shrouded in darkness from the eclipse. Thunder rolls behind the flashes of lightning, a welcoming of the storm that is hitting the island, eliminating any opportunity to go outside and sit under the blanket of stars.
Instead of retreating outside, you and Ao’nung are embracing each other in the soft shifting glow of a fire. The cracks and pops of the flames that eat at the wood as sap or trapped gas release in micro explosions, are aiding the Pandora’s natural and ethereal soundtrack that ushers in the late hours of the night.
You are straddling Ao’nung, your mate is resting below you while you are feeling the heat from his body that brings a rippling shiver to run down your spine. It was not enough for him to kiss his lips down your spine and trace every jagged edge of your scarred back, now he is tracing the same scar with his fingertips. While you are straddling his lap, feeling the softness of his touch and the warmth of his body beneath you, you are reminded of everything you had done that morning.
Ao’nung, who let you sleep in because you needed the rest, had cooked your breakfast. He had watched you slumber and roasted some vegetables he had gone and harvested fresh, with some flatskate fish that he had brought with you from home. He had greeted you with the freshly cooked food on a pandoran shelled plate with tea made from your favourite blend of herbs.
He kissed your forehead and fed you from his own hand before the two of you had cleaned the marui, after which you had settled into a slow session of intimacy. Hours of lovemaking, where you took each other in different positions made up most of the day.
Ao’nung had spent hours pleasing you, with his fingers or mouth; both in tandem when you were demanding. There was never a shortage of his attention as he was determined to redo your initial mating properly now that you had come to a deeper understanding of each other.
The hours you spend entangled with each other in the morning had bled into the afternoon. He had let you rest when you required it, keeping you warm by the fire or wrapped in blankets that were stored here or the one that you brought from home. He watched over you while you had slept, fed you when you were hungry and opened you up to deeper conversations when neither of you were starved for each other.
The evening had gone much like the morning, with Ao’nung insisting on you relaxing while he had cooked you dinner. He fed you from your own hand and the two of you fell back into bed with the other, with you taking charge and you taking him from above. Your lovemaking, the sound of your fucking which was fuelled by nothing less than all-consuming desire, had lasted until well past eclipse.
When the two of you connected your kuru’s, you could feel everything he did. The way his heart beat in his chest and the rush of emotions when you were grinding down on his cock. The overwhelming sense of love that almost felt stifling. It was not contained easily; it was an endless river that coursed through a valley of devotion. It was all felt while your queues were connected, anything unspoken was passing through those feathery tendrils that were intertwined.
Just as you could sense and feel everything from Ao’nung, he could feel everything you were experiencing. The anxiety that was always there at the back of your mind, the feeling of freedom you had found after you had let your guard down and allowed him to see the real you. It was all there, passing back and forth from one to the other while the two of you were deep in the motions of physically expressing your love.
In the aftermath, you and Ao’nung had remained in the position you held wherein you were straddling him and he had been running your fingers down your spine. Your kuru’s were still connected, you were also connected through the physiological pieces of you that fit together as if you were created by Eywa for a moment like this—soulmates, destined to complete the other.
Your head rested on his chest, hands tucked under you. Ao’nung’s fingers trailed along your spine up and down from the base of your tail to the space between your shoulder blades. You were warmed by the fire and the heat from his body, embraced by the lover you had once hated and the Metkayina who had become your greatest ally.
Your mate. Your husband.
You inhaled a deep, clear breath to revel in the clean scent of the rain and the saltwater blowing in from the ocean. You paid special attention to the scent of your husband that was below you, your cocky and arrogant mate who had loved you for years. Ao’nung, your darling boy who you had once hated, was now the grown warrior who knew you better than you knew yourself.
“I saw you crying when you were younger.” His fingers come to rest upon the base of your tail, tracing small patterns into your skin while he talks. Beneath you, his chest rumbles in a purr with every word he speaks, as he confesses a secret from the past. “You were homesick, you wanted to return to the forest. You cried when you thought no one was around.”
You don’t lift your head from his chest, but you crane your neck to look at him. His blue eyes are casted down as your golden eyes rise, to meet each other in the middle. There is recognition that passes, an insight into the past that makes things clearer about Ao’nung and his insistence to insert himself into your life.
While you had reasons to dislike the Metkayina boy who had called your sister a freak and tried to drown Lo’ak, you had often misplaced your negative emotions about being in Awa’atlu upon him. You were under a lot of stress, faced with responsibilities that your father had placed on you as the oldest girl in your family.
You had kept as much to yourself as possible, by keeping yourself guarded and not allowing many people to get close to you, you had maintained as much of the good behaviour your father expected of you.
But in secret you were hurting, when no one else was around, you were incapable of keeping up the image that was expected of you. You had left the village and found somewhere private where no one would see the daughter of the great Toruk Makto crying—because when there was the threat of the RDA, weakness was not an option.
“It was the first time I could see you as you really were, yawne.” Ao’nung speaks, resting his chin on top of your head while you listen and hang onto every word that he speaks. “You were a scared 16 year old who was ripped away from your home, seeking uturu with Na’vi who were so different from you. The RDA was hunting down your family, and you might not have ever seen your forest again.”
“You saw it?” You rephrase his statement as a question and your throat feels constricted as you ask. “You saw me crying?”
“You were pretty like that, ma yawnetu.” His arm tightened around you, as if he has to protect you from some unseen threat. “Crying so openly. I was accepted into the clan, I passed my iknimaya and I knew what my future would hold as Olo’eyktan. When I saw you crying, I made a decision that you were part of that future. Whether you had wanted me to be or not, I made myself promise that when you were ready, I would be a safe place for you to land.”
“You knew even then?”
“I knew before you did, ma vrrtep.” When Ao’nung speaks, you draw yourself closer to him, almost curling up against his chest and lower abdomen, like a nantang curling up against it’s mother.
You lie against him with your kuru’s connected, and when you can see a picture forming in his mind of children, of a pregnancy that will occur from your constant and consistent love making, a ghost of a smile forms on you lips.
You both know, and acknowledge, that there is little chance that you will leave here without being blessed with a pregnancy.
You know that scene in Avatar: The Way Of Water where Tonowari yells/commands Lo’ak and the others to sit? That is the same kind of energy Ao’nung brings/will bring in the future when one of his children tries to mouth off to their mother
Disrespect
Summary: He doesn’t allow anyone to disrespect his wife, especially not his children
You called him Atanvi, little spark, long before he had ever been born.
Atanvi, even in the womb, was one who was full of life and constantly on the move. He was a baby-to-be that would keep you awake for hours but kicking and rolling, making his presence known.
Atanvi had earned his namesake moments from taking his first breath, kicking and screaming like he was angry at the Great Mother for waking him from the sleep he’d had in your womb.
He was born after three girls—a son, with three older sisters who doted on him like he was their own. You had loved your boy just as much as Ao’nung had, yet your little flame had been a mama’s boy from the moment he took his first breath.
He was a perfect blend of the Metkayina who fathered him and the Omatikaya mother who birthed him. Blue eyes with swirls of gold like his older sisters, thinner arms and thicker tails—features that had given his older sisters advantages despite what some in the clan thought.
The little firecracker that had the charming nature of Ao’nung and your inescapable stubborn yet powerful attitude. He was his mama’s shadow, going everywhere you had went while holding onto your tail as if he was going to get lost. He was a child who loved his sa’nu almost more than he loved his sempu. Although Atanvi had enough room in his heart for both his parents, Ao’nung knew you were the favourite.
As the years had passed and Atanvi had grown older, he had desired to chase after the hunters that were a few years older than him. He had watched his uncle Lo’ak, the mate of the tsahik, fearlessly prepare and go on hunting trips or raids. Atanvi had looked on with stars in his eyes and hopefulness that he too would become a big strong warrior.
He was only 11 when he started pulling away from his sa’nu, when he had wanted to do more with his Sa'nokä tsmukan—his uncle Lo’ak—than with you. Atanvi was on the cusp of entering the training roster and being assigned a group he would train with. Ao’nung was wise to know that your little boy growing up would have affected you, that it would have tugged on your heart and made your forlorn to see—even if you were happy he was strong.
By 11 he had decided that he no longer needed his sa’nu, his mama, and wanted to be like the other hunters. He had entered the training roster, he had begun to surround himself with future warriors, hunters and scouts for the Metkayina.
It was different with Atanvi than it was with your girls—your girls always needed their sa’nu for advice on courting, on navigating the complexities of stupid boys who thought they were pretty. You had never felt them pulling away from you like Atanvi had, you always had this special bond with your girls that was reminiscent of Ao’nung’s bond with his girls.
Atanvi was different, he had seen those big strong hunters like his uncle, and he wanted to be them. He pulled away and you stayed close, offering the comfort of a mother that he never seemed to need.
As much as Atanvi had been trying to distance himself from the embrace of his mother, he had never been disrespectful. He was a little hunter to be who still spoke kindly to his sa’nok even though he thought he didn’t need her anymore.
However, as most growing boys are that think they do not require their sa’nu hovering, Atanvi had started to change his attitude. He was starting to talk back, ignoring the requests you had given him to help his sisters or help around the marui, to do chores that he’d always done.
Your little boy who once cried whenever he couldn’t see you, had started to think that he didn’t need to listen to his mama. It hurt you, his growing distance had hurt your heart but you were quiet about your sadness, withholding the truth from Ao’nung to spare a fight. You knew that Ao’nung would not take the attitude from your boy, just as you knew that Atanvi was going through a phase.
That’s why Ao’nung was so taken back when he heard Atanvi’s disrespect. It had happened when we he 12 and was helping prepare some tools and weapons for a hunting trip. He was supposed to go with his uncle Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Roxto and his son—the future mate of Avanti’s older sister.
Ao’nung had been checking the nets, crouched by the dock where the rest of the supplies were sitting. In the corner of his eyes he could see Atanvi speaking with Lo’ak, handing his uncle spears and knives ready to be stored in the canoe. His son was standing as confident as Ao’nung had once stood with his thick curls held in a manner like his own, tied with reed wraps you had made him.
“She is annoying, she will not leave me alone.” At first he had thought his son was talking about a girl, and was Ao’nung had almost felt nostalgia over the annoyance that you had felt when Ao’nung hung around. The idea he had in his mind when Atanvi was speaking was that there was a little ‘eveng who had liked him.
“That is what they do, that is their job.” Lo’ak had side-eyed Atanvi, the corner of his lips dropping as he frowned.
“She is always on my ass about eating, or about doing my chores. She babies me. I am tired of it. I am not a baby. I wish sa’nok would just shut up sometimes.” Atanvi had spoken freely, thinking that his uncle would understand how it felt to have a protective mother.
“What did you just say?” Ao’nung tosses the net to the dock and rises to his full height, catching the attention of Lo’ak, Roxto and his son, and Atanvi.
“Sempul-” his son knew he had screwed up the moment Ao’nung had stood and looked toward Atanvi.
“What did you just say about your mother?” Ao’nung asked again, hoping to the Great Mother that he had not just heard his son correctly.
“It is just that she is too much, she is always trying to control-”
“Sit down.” Ao’nung commands of his son, closing the distance between them, trying to keep composure of himself and the rising protective nature.
“Sempul-”
“Sit down!” He raises his voice, much like his father had done with many years ago when Lo’ak had gone to find his spirit brother.
When Ao’nung raises his voice, Atanvi flinches and immediately drops to the rattan platform, knees crumpled under him. He is looking at his father with apprehension and a little fear, because he hasn’t just insulted his mother but he has insulted the Olo’eyktan’s muntxatan.
“Sempul I was just-”
“Enough.” Ao’nung raised his hand and breathed through his nose, watching his son with narrowed eyes. “Why are you talking about your sa’nok that way? Do you think that is okay? That is is right with the Great Mother?”
“I am not a baby anymore, sempul! I am training to be a hunter, a warrior. She worries too much. Have you eaten? Are you rested enough? You need to do your chores ma itan—” Atanvi is cut off by Ao’nung’s growing irritation and a low rumble of his chest as a hiss starts to building.
“She might be your sa’nok but she is my muntxate.” Ao’nung’s jaw becomes tense, ticking as he grinds his teeth. “You do not disrespect my wife, I do not care if you are frustrated or you think she is babying you. That is my muntxate, ma itan. My wife.”
“Your sa’nok does more for you than you understand, and you will one day miss her coddling. You want to be a big strong hunter, you want to be a mighty warrior?” Ao’nung crosses his arms over his chest and deflects his attention toward Lo’ak. “What would your dad do if you talked to your mother that way?”
“Ground my ass nine ways to Sunday, hell I’d have my ass kicked.” Lo’ak does not come to Atanvi’s defence, he knows that his nephew is wrong. Just as he knows that there is a state of peace that Atanvi has always known, peace that was not awarded to you.
To Lo’ak or to Ao’nung.
“You do not talk about my muntxate that way, ma itan.” He is not harsh with his words but he is clear—to Atanvi and anyone else listening. “That is my wife, and my wife will be respected. Yes?”
Atanvi becomes somber as Ao’nung scolds his son and comes to your defence without hearing Atanvi through. He lowers his head and draws his hands from the floor to his thighs, fingers curling against his skin. He is quiet and contemplative until he gathers his thoughts.
“Oeru txoa livu, ma sempul.” He lifts his head, an expression crossing his face that makes him look younger than he is trying to be. “Kope tsun oe nìtstaw taron hu nga?”
“No.” Ao’nung rises from the crouch he was in and stands before his son, staring down at the little boy, turned future hunter, that you still loved endlessly. “You will go apologize to her mother and you will tell her how you spoke to her. She will decide if you can still go hunting with us.”
“Sempu….”
“It it were up to me, you would be looking after the ilu calves for a month but I will leave it up to your mother. If you return by the time we are ready in an hour, then that means she has forgiven you and will allow you to go.” Ao’nung tips his head in the direction of your marui, motioning for his son to start walking. “Go, and do not let me catch you speaking of your mother like that again.”
“Yes sempul.” Atanvi nods his head and his bottom lip quivers as he turns and begins walking.
As Ao’nung watches his son walking back toward the family marui, he knows that he will also have to apologize for not noticing how your son spoke to you.
You know that scene in Avatar: The Way Of Water where Tonowari yells/commands Lo’ak and the others to sit? That is the same kind of energy Ao’nung brings/will bring in the future when one of his children tries to mouth off to their mother
Disrespect
Summary: He doesn’t allow anyone to disrespect his wife, especially not his children
You called him Atanvi, little spark, long before he had ever been born.
Atanvi, even in the womb, was one who was full of life and constantly on the move. He was a baby-to-be that would keep you awake for hours but kicking and rolling, making his presence known.
Atanvi had earned his namesake moments from taking his first breath, kicking and screaming like he was angry at the Great Mother for waking him from the sleep he’d had in your womb.
He was born after three girls—a son, with three older sisters who doted on him like he was their own. You had loved your boy just as much as Ao’nung had, yet your little flame had been a mama’s boy from the moment he took his first breath.
He was a perfect blend of the Metkayina who fathered him and the Omatikaya mother who birthed him. Blue eyes with swirls of gold like his older sisters, thinner arms and thicker tails—features that had given his older sisters advantages despite what some in the clan thought.
The little firecracker that had the charming nature of Ao’nung and your inescapable stubborn yet powerful attitude. He was his mama’s shadow, going everywhere you had went while holding onto your tail as if he was going to get lost. He was a child who loved his sa’nu almost more than he loved his sempu. Although Atanvi had enough room in his heart for both his parents, Ao’nung knew you were the favourite.
As the years had passed and Atanvi had grown older, he had desired to chase after the hunters that were a few years older than him. He had watched his uncle Lo’ak, the mate of the tsahik, fearlessly prepare and go on hunting trips or raids. Atanvi had looked on with stars in his eyes and hopefulness that he too would become a big strong warrior.
He was only 11 when he started pulling away from his sa’nu, when he had wanted to do more with his Sa'nokä tsmukan—his uncle Lo’ak—than with you. Atanvi was on the cusp of entering the training roster and being assigned a group he would train with. Ao’nung was wise to know that your little boy growing up would have affected you, that it would have tugged on your heart and made your forlorn to see—even if you were happy he was strong.
By 11 he had decided that he no longer needed his sa’nu, his mama, and wanted to be like the other hunters. He had entered the training roster, he had begun to surround himself with future warriors, hunters and scouts for the Metkayina.
It was different with Atanvi than it was with your girls—your girls always needed their sa’nu for advice on courting, on navigating the complexities of stupid boys who thought they were pretty. You had never felt them pulling away from you like Atanvi had, you always had this special bond with your girls that was reminiscent of Ao’nung’s bond with his girls.
Atanvi was different, he had seen those big strong hunters like his uncle, and he wanted to be them. He pulled away and you stayed close, offering the comfort of a mother that he never seemed to need.
As much as Atanvi had been trying to distance himself from the embrace of his mother, he had never been disrespectful. He was a little hunter to be who still spoke kindly to his sa’nok even though he thought he didn’t need her anymore.
However, as most growing boys are that think they do not require their sa’nu hovering, Atanvi had started to change his attitude. He was starting to talk back, ignoring the requests you had given him to help his sisters or help around the marui, to do chores that he’d always done.
Your little boy who once cried whenever he couldn’t see you, had started to think that he didn’t need to listen to his mama. It hurt you, his growing distance had hurt your heart but you were quiet about your sadness, withholding the truth from Ao’nung to spare a fight. You knew that Ao’nung would not take the attitude from your boy, just as you knew that Atanvi was going through a phase.
That’s why Ao’nung was so taken back when he heard Atanvi’s disrespect. It had happened when we he 12 and was helping prepare some tools and weapons for a hunting trip. He was supposed to go with his uncle Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Roxto and his son—the future mate of Avanti’s older sister.
Ao’nung had been checking the nets, crouched by the dock where the rest of the supplies were sitting. In the corner of his eyes he could see Atanvi speaking with Lo’ak, handing his uncle spears and knives ready to be stored in the canoe. His son was standing as confident as Ao’nung had once stood with his thick curls held in a manner like his own, tied with reed wraps you had made him.
“She is annoying, she will not leave me alone.” At first he had thought his son was talking about a girl, and was Ao’nung had almost felt nostalgia over the annoyance that you had felt when Ao’nung hung around. The idea he had in his mind when Atanvi was speaking was that there was a little ‘eveng who had liked him.
“That is what they do, that is their job.” Lo’ak had side-eyed Atanvi, the corner of his lips dropping as he frowned.
“She is always on my ass about eating, or about doing my chores. She babies me. I am tired of it. I am not a baby. I wish sa’nok would just shut up sometimes.” Atanvi had spoken freely, thinking that his uncle would understand how it felt to have a protective mother.
“What did you just say?” Ao’nung tosses the net to the dock and rises to his full height, catching the attention of Lo’ak, Roxto and his son, and Atanvi.
“Sempul-” his son knew he had screwed up the moment Ao’nung had stood and looked toward Atanvi.
“What did you just say about your mother?” Ao’nung asked again, hoping to the Great Mother that he had not just heard his son correctly.
“It is just that she is too much, she is always trying to control-”
“Sit down.” Ao’nung commands of his son, closing the distance between them, trying to keep composure of himself and the rising protective nature.
“Sempul-”
“Sit down!” He raises his voice, much like his father had done with many years ago when Lo’ak had gone to find his spirit brother.
When Ao’nung raises his voice, Atanvi flinches and immediately drops to the rattan platform, knees crumpled under him. He is looking at his father with apprehension and a little fear, because he hasn’t just insulted his mother but he has insulted the Olo’eyktan’s muntxatan.
“Sempul I was just-”
“Enough.” Ao’nung raised his hand and breathed through his nose, watching his son with narrowed eyes. “Why are you talking about your sa’nok that way? Do you think that is okay? That is is right with the Great Mother?”
“I am not a baby anymore, sempul! I am training to be a hunter, a warrior. She worries too much. Have you eaten? Are you rested enough? You need to do your chores ma itan—” Atanvi is cut off by Ao’nung’s growing irritation and a low rumble of his chest as a hiss starts to building.
“She might be your sa’nok but she is my muntxate.” Ao’nung’s jaw becomes tense, ticking as he grinds his teeth. “You do not disrespect my wife, I do not care if you are frustrated or you think she is babying you. That is my muntxate, ma itan. My wife.”
“Your sa’nok does more for you than you understand, and you will one day miss her coddling. You want to be a big strong hunter, you want to be a mighty warrior?” Ao’nung crosses his arms over his chest and deflects his attention toward Lo’ak. “What would your dad do if you talked to your mother that way?”
“Ground my ass nine ways to Sunday, hell I’d have my ass kicked.” Lo’ak does not come to Atanvi’s defence, he knows that his nephew is wrong. Just as he knows that there is a state of peace that Atanvi has always known, peace that was not awarded to you.
To Lo’ak or to Ao’nung.
“You do not talk about my muntxate that way, ma itan.” He is not harsh with his words but he is clear—to Atanvi and anyone else listening. “That is my wife, and my wife will be respected. Yes?”
Atanvi becomes somber as Ao’nung scolds his son and comes to your defence without hearing Atanvi through. He lowers his head and draws his hands from the floor to his thighs, fingers curling against his skin. He is quiet and contemplative until he gathers his thoughts.
“Oeru txoa livu, ma sempul.” He lifts his head, an expression crossing his face that makes him look younger than he is trying to be. “Kope tsun oe nìtstaw taron hu nga?”
“No.” Ao’nung rises from the crouch he was in and stands before his son, staring down at the little boy, turned future hunter, that you still loved endlessly. “You will go apologize to her mother and you will tell her how you spoke to her. She will decide if you can still go hunting with us.”
“Sempu….”
“It it were up to me, you would be looking after the ilu calves for a month but I will leave it up to your mother. If you return by the time we are ready in an hour, then that means she has forgiven you and will allow you to go.” Ao’nung tips his head in the direction of your marui, motioning for his son to start walking. “Go, and do not let me catch you speaking of your mother like that again.”
“Yes sempul.” Atanvi nods his head and his bottom lip quivers as he turns and begins walking.
As Ao’nung watches his son walking back toward the family marui, he knows that he will also have to apologize for not noticing how your son spoke to you.
I like all your works but, I was wondering on how other fics like "double or nothing," can get updated if its all based on a voting? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that the new releases are just as good but waiting for the other updates somehow leaves a HUGE gap of unfulfillment 🥹. Is there any way to address this? I also understand if the voting system is somehow part of being able to control updates since you also have a life, so its also ok. No pressure!
I understand exactly what you’re saying and I want to reassure you that those will still be updated. I actually have the Double Or Nothing update in progress and I go back to it when I’m stuck on other works in progress
I promise I haven’t forgotten Double Or Nothing or Opalite, they’re still in rotation 😊
Warnings: The first half has smut, the second half mentions smut. There is also talks of pregnancy/being pregnant, please don't read it if it makes you uncomfortable
The glow of the fire casts shadows upon the walls of this marui on the island where couples like you find an escape. It eats at the wood that gives it life, crackling and popping as the trapped sap and gas beneath the fibres are forced out in microscopic explosions.
While the fire lights the private escape you two have shielded yourself away in, there is another inescapable heat. It is burning between you and Ao’nung and has nothing to do with the flames that give you warmth or provide a means to cook food.
This fire is intoxicating and tantalizing, it is the rush of an enigma—raising the intensity of the passion but not allowing either of you to rush. This fire is conveyed through the blazing blue eyes of a Na’vi who is focused on a single goal.
Blues that know the perfect golden eyes belonging to the woman he can never get enough of, are fluttering shut. With every soft touch of his lips along the curve of your spine, Ao’nung is kissing along the edges of the scar you received from the akula.
He does not see the healed wounds as something to hide but rather something that should be decorated and adored. Those scars that you earned from protecting the life of a young hunter trying to prove himself was a mark in the clan that no one would be able to forget.
You had openly faced an aggressive akula and survived while protecting the life of the innocent yet foolish boy and to the Metkayina, that was as honourable of an act as bonding with Toruk Makto was to the Omatikaya.
“Lornusrr yuey ngaru lu.” Ao’nung’s lips follow a track down your spine though his pace is slow and unhurried, he does not rush the affection he is giving you. He is taking his time and making sure that he places his lips on every curve, every jagged or rough inch of your skin that is scarred.
He knows that you have struggled with looking at your reflection in the mirror, and that you have often looked at the permanent remnants that mar you with distaste. You may not have said it outright, but he has watched the manner in which your eyes follow the lines of those scars, and the hesitancy of your hands when choosing your clothes.
Ao’nung needs you to understand that these scars are something to be proud of, that they do not take away from the beautiful woman that has him ready to drop to his knees at a moment’s notice. He needs you to feel the love and endearment, the continuously surging adoration he feels for you, that behind every purse of his lips against your skin there is nothing short of intense desire and want.
He loves you and he is telling you that every time he lifts his mouth and presses it back down against a new portion of your scarred back. He kisses you, he whispers ‘Nga yawne lu oer’ and ‘Oel ngati kameie’ to you.
I love you & I see you – sentiments that are deeply rooted in his heart and soul, affectionate exchanges that he could never get tired of telling you.
Ao’nung continues drawing his lips down your back and over your scars, listening to the sighs that slip out of your pretty lips. You are relaxed, you are at ease here with Ao’nung on this private little island that he has taken you to. Although the term honeymoon is entirely a Sky Person’s terminology, it is a true statement to what you are doing here—you are mated, married according to the human’s, and now you celebrate together.
“You are teasing me.” Sighs turn to something audible and you shift slightly, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. While your chest is pressed against the floor and your hips are raised, Ao’nung had leaned over your back to kiss a trail from your shoulders, down your spine to the base of your tail.
There is more to the affectionate kisses that he places upon your spine and scars, Ao’nung is teasing you, taunting you. He is seducing you and bringing you closer to a place of need and desire, foreplay before the two of you will find pleasure in each other and mate as husband and wife. You have done so before, you have mated and completed tsaheylu, but this is different.
When you mate this time, there is more intimacy. This a mating between husband and wife at a time where you are closer than ever. You have had conversations that deepen the intimacy beyond physical parameters and gives you a better understanding of each other—you are open with Ao’nung, and you are allowing him to see the real forest girl that has plagued his mind from the moment your family stepped foot on the beach.
He feels you squirming when his nose hits the base of your tail, the feel of him being so close to the place where you are leaking that sweet, intoxicating honey is making you shudder beneath him. Ao’nung’s croons something sweet into your skin as his hands glide against the smooth expanse of your thighs to your hips. When he meets the curvature of them, his fingers begin to dig into the meat of your hips to keep you steady, to keep you in place.
Because one you feel the warmth of his breath against the back of your thighs and the nudging of the tip of his nose against your dripping pussy lips, you try to pull away. It is an instinctual reaction that has you trying to pull away before he can even get his lips on you, to have that enticing honey gracing his tongue.
“Ke tsun nga oetuyä tivul, ma yawntu.” Ao’nung grips your hips and pulls you back toward his mouth, crooning the words that fall from his lips as a threat and a vow.
You cannot run from me, my beloved – you will not escape the clutches of your mate that wants you.
His eyes are half-lidded from the expectation of pleasure that he will indulge himself in, with you tied together in this heated exchange that will set the precedent for your relationship. This feels like the beginning of your relationship, the true start to the intimacy that will bleed from one to the other, a coupling as husband and wife that are bonded for life.
“Oel ngati kameie.” Ao’nung whispers against the back of your thighs while you are lying in a position where your cheek is pressed against the fur he laid down for you, with your back arched and your hips raised. “I love you.”
Everything he does, he does with intimacy and love in mind. Every action, every subtle movement of his hands, his lips, even the way his fingers move against you, it is all to bring you pleasure and make you understand how much he loves you.
“I love you too.” You return the devotional words, spoken without any reservation or any tendrils of a lie. It is the truth and it is the honesty that marks itself as historical in your relationship, it is the starting point of newness in your mateship.
After this night, Ao’nung will carve a new bead for your hair, a new part of your songcord to mark the night when you had fully, truly given into the Metkayina boy who loved you for years.
He breaths against the back of your thighs before he follows a trail of tahni’s toward your sweet core, the honeyed arousal that drips is a testament to your want, to your desire. He is patient, he will string this interaction out for as long as he feels he needs to. Once he latches his mouth onto your pussy lips, you respond with a long-awaited moan.
“Ao’nung…” his name falls from your lips with saccharine coating every vowel and consonant, the sound is music to his ears. It is the way you moan his name that becomes engrained in his mind, a siren’s song that he will recall when he is gone from you on hunting trips or late at night when you have left to visit your family.
Ao’nung’s tongue is flattened against your pussy, tasting and sucking the arousal that is seeping from your cunt, the taste of you is powerful. Sweet like the juice of a dawn fruit, freshly sliced and fully ripe; a glimmer of saltiness like the reeds that they harvest and grill along their fish. You are the perfect balance of the two tastes; another clear sign that you are made for him.
Ao’nung is following the cues of your moans and whines, the whimpers that fall so easily from your lips as you react to him feasting upon your pretty, soaking heat.
Every subtle motion of his tongue against your swelling, soaked pussy lips is acting in conjunction with the nudging of his nose against your clit. You are grinding your hips against his face, desperate to feel more of his mouth and his tongue upon you, to get more from him as you sink into a greediness that he is elated about.
“I know.” He inches back and speaks two words that deliver an understanding of you and what you need, of the kind of desire you are craving. When he pulls his mouth off of your cunt with a slow draw, you turn your head and look at him behind you—golden eyes narrowing and your lips forming that little purse that he interprets as a visible sign of your annoyance.
Annoyed that he stopped, annoyed that he is not continuing with the pleasure.
“Mawey, ma tsìve'a, rä'ä sivi tìkawng.” Ao’nung croons softly and runs his hands up your hands and over the roundness of your ass before he dips them back down again to spread your thighs.
He uses the strength of his hands to keep your legs parted before he dives back in again, this time his lips find the hard nub of your clit. He sucks that sensitive little bundle into his mouth and receives a shocked yet pleasured shriek from you that comes as you try to squirm away from him.
“I told you, you cannot run.” Ao’nung slides an arm around your hips and under your waist, to hoist you back into place. He uses his thicker forearm to keep you in place, to hold you where he wants you while the fingers on his free hand are gathering up your slick and pushing it back inside your heat.
“You cannot run from this.” He murmurs against your clit, only pausing to speak before he is back at his task of sucking on your clit.
His fingers slowly work in and out of your cunt, taking a pace that is more languid than you would have wanted, but Ao’nung will not rush. He will not allow himself to rush through this moment because you want all that pleasure at once. This is an opportunity for you to let go of the feeling of always needing to be in control and allow yourself to be freer to experience pleasure.
No inhibitions; no holding back.
“Rutxe, rutxe, rutxe…” You push you hips back against him, seeking more than he is giving you. Ao’nung’s lips form a smirk when you push back, and he knows you can feel the rise of his lips against you. He is continuous in his task of pushing his thick fingers in and out of your cunt, simultaneously going between sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit.
He is working you up to your first orgasm, and all his hard work pays off when your pussy tightens around his fingers and your squirming increases. Your voice is nothing but a series of moans and jumbled words, a toss up between Na’vi and human, none of it makes sense yet it is conducive of what you are feeling—of the pleasure that is making you see stars.
He increases the speed of his fingers, the thrusting digits that are pushing and pulling, the motion of his fingers that fill your pussy are ushering you toward an intense orgasm.
“Fìtseng po lu, fìtseng oeyä ma tì’eveng sìltsan.” Ao’nung praises you as he fingers you through, watching with absolute delight as you gyrate your hips against his hand, grinding back against the sensation that is delivering white-hot pleasure that slams into you.
Over and over, you moan his name, you give him exactly what he wants. Until your body, which was once tense, now relaxes and almost collapses against the furs he laid down for you. With your orgasm rising and falling, with your body become lax again beneath him, Ao’nung places one more lingering kiss against your clit.
He slowly removes his fingers from your sweet cunt and watches the remnant of your sticky cum, and arousal mix into a combination that clings to his skin.
Ao’nung slides his arm out from under your waist and uses his clean hand to rub a slow circle into the small of your back, massaging your skin. You look back at him once more, golden eyes meeting his blues and you watch as he lifts his hand, using his tongue and mouth to clean your cum from his fingers.
“I am not finished, paskalin. We have all day to enjoy one another.”
Lightning cracks outside the marui, illuminating the sky that has become shrouded in darkness from the eclipse. Thunder rolls behind the flashes of lightning, a welcoming of the storm that is hitting the island, eliminating any opportunity to go outside and sit under the blanket of stars.
Instead of retreating outside, you and Ao’nung are embracing each other in the soft shifting glow of a fire. The cracks and pops of the flames that eat at the wood as sap or trapped gas release in micro explosions, are aiding the Pandora’s natural and ethereal soundtrack that ushers in the late hours of the night.
You are straddling Ao’nung, your mate is resting below you while you are feeling the heat from his body that brings a rippling shiver to run down your spine. It was not enough for him to kiss his lips down your spine and trace every jagged edge of your scarred back, now he is tracing the same scar with his fingertips. While you are straddling his lap, feeling the softness of his touch and the warmth of his body beneath you, you are reminded of everything you had done that morning.
Ao’nung, who let you sleep in because you needed the rest, had cooked your breakfast. He had watched you slumber and roasted some vegetables he had gone and harvested fresh, with some flatskate fish that he had brought with you from home. He had greeted you with the freshly cooked food on a pandoran shelled plate with tea made from your favourite blend of herbs.
He kissed your forehead and fed you from his own hand before the two of you had cleaned the marui, after which you had settled into a slow session of intimacy. Hours of lovemaking, where you took each other in different positions made up most of the day.
Ao’nung had spent hours pleasing you, with his fingers or mouth; both in tandem when you were demanding. There was never a shortage of his attention as he was determined to redo your initial mating properly now that you had come to a deeper understanding of each other.
The hours you spend entangled with each other in the morning had bled into the afternoon. He had let you rest when you required it, keeping you warm by the fire or wrapped in blankets that were stored here or the one that you brought from home. He watched over you while you had slept, fed you when you were hungry and opened you up to deeper conversations when neither of you were starved for each other.
The evening had gone much like the morning, with Ao’nung insisting on you relaxing while he had cooked you dinner. He fed you from your own hand and the two of you fell back into bed with the other, with you taking charge and you taking him from above. Your lovemaking, the sound of your fucking which was fuelled by nothing less than all-consuming desire, had lasted until well past eclipse.
When the two of you connected your kuru’s, you could feel everything he did. The way his heart beat in his chest and the rush of emotions when you were grinding down on his cock. The overwhelming sense of love that almost felt stifling. It was not contained easily; it was an endless river that coursed through a valley of devotion. It was all felt while your queues were connected, anything unspoken was passing through those feathery tendrils that were intertwined.
Just as you could sense and feel everything from Ao’nung, he could feel everything you were experiencing. The anxiety that was always there at the back of your mind, the feeling of freedom you had found after you had let your guard down and allowed him to see the real you. It was all there, passing back and forth from one to the other while the two of you were deep in the motions of physically expressing your love.
In the aftermath, you and Ao’nung had remained in the position you held wherein you were straddling him and he had been running your fingers down your spine. Your kuru’s were still connected, you were also connected through the physiological pieces of you that fit together as if you were created by Eywa for a moment like this—soulmates, destined to complete the other.
Your head rested on his chest, hands tucked under you. Ao’nung’s fingers trailed along your spine up and down from the base of your tail to the space between your shoulder blades. You were warmed by the fire and the heat from his body, embraced by the lover you had once hated and the Metkayina who had become your greatest ally.
Your mate. Your husband.
You inhaled a deep, clear breath to revel in the clean scent of the rain and the saltwater blowing in from the ocean. You paid special attention to the scent of your husband that was below you, your cocky and arrogant mate who had loved you for years. Ao’nung, your darling boy who you had once hated, was now the grown warrior who knew you better than you knew yourself.
“I saw you crying when you were younger.” His fingers come to rest upon the base of your tail, tracing small patterns into your skin while he talks. Beneath you, his chest rumbles in a purr with every word he speaks, as he confesses a secret from the past. “You were homesick, you wanted to return to the forest. You cried when you thought no one was around.”
You don’t lift your head from his chest, but you crane your neck to look at him. His blue eyes are casted down as your golden eyes rise, to meet each other in the middle. There is recognition that passes, an insight into the past that makes things clearer about Ao’nung and his insistence to insert himself into your life.
While you had reasons to dislike the Metkayina boy who had called your sister a freak and tried to drown Lo’ak, you had often misplaced your negative emotions about being in Awa’atlu upon him. You were under a lot of stress, faced with responsibilities that your father had placed on you as the oldest girl in your family.
You had kept as much to yourself as possible, by keeping yourself guarded and not allowing many people to get close to you, you had maintained as much of the good behaviour your father expected of you.
But in secret you were hurting, when no one else was around, you were incapable of keeping up the image that was expected of you. You had left the village and found somewhere private where no one would see the daughter of the great Toruk Makto crying—because when there was the threat of the RDA, weakness was not an option.
“It was the first time I could see you as you really were, yawne.” Ao’nung speaks, resting his chin on top of your head while you listen and hang onto every word that he speaks. “You were a scared 16 year old who was ripped away from your home, seeking uturu with Na’vi who were so different from you. The RDA was hunting down your family, and you might not have ever seen your forest again.”
“You saw it?” You rephrase his statement as a question and your throat feels constricted as you ask. “You saw me crying?”
“You were pretty like that, ma yawnetu.” His arm tightened around you, as if he has to protect you from some unseen threat. “Crying so openly. I was accepted into the clan, I passed my iknimaya and I knew what my future would hold as Olo’eyktan. When I saw you crying, I made a decision that you were part of that future. Whether you had wanted me to be or not, I made myself promise that when you were ready, I would be a safe place for you to land.”
“You knew even then?”
“I knew before you did, ma vrrtep.” When Ao’nung speaks, you draw yourself closer to him, almost curling up against his chest and lower abdomen, like a nantang curling up against it’s mother.
You lie against him with your kuru’s connected, and when you can see a picture forming in his mind of children, of a pregnancy that will occur from your constant and consistent love making, a ghost of a smile forms on you lips.
You both know, and acknowledge, that there is little chance that you will leave here without being blessed with a pregnancy.
can we have more of Aonung x Metkayina!reader taking care of Pril? I love the fic you wrote and I just need more fluff hehe
A sort of follow up to this
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Summary: Hours after one of the clan's many celebrations, Pril falls asleep in your marui; in the quiet you and Ao'nung have a moment that is interrupted
"Ma Yawntutsyìp, lrrtok srrʼìlpur tätxaw," the words to a song you had heard from the Sully's, who had shared their Sky people music through one of the many human devices they had access to. While you had thought most of the Sky People's things were pointless, useless beyond reason, you had gathered somewhat of an affinity for their music.
This lullaby specifically, which you had often sung to yourself while you worked in your herbalist marui.
Oh little darling, a smile returns to the faces
Little Pril, exhausted from the celebration's of her clan, has chosen to spend her night here. In your marui where you are often found grinding herbs for the tsahik, she finds comfort, peace and safety. You can still hear the sound of your clan celebrating, the beating of drums and the sweet notes of a flute. You know there are others who will drink and dance, feast well into the night but you had taken an early leave when Pril had begun to get tired.
Tonowari was going to be discussing clan matters for a large portion of the night, and would not have returned until late. Tsireya had been working tirelessly as the tsahik, and having a night off with Lo'ak was important to their relationship.
"Ma 'ite, oe keftxo fko ralo säwomteng nì'it." You are continuing to brush her curls back from her forehead while she sleeps with her head in your lap.
Little darlin' I feel that ice is slowly melting
She is peacefully resting with someone that she finds great comfort in, and you find yourself incapable of moving lest you disturb her. As you sing, you can see her eyes moving behind her eyelids, the dreams that take her beyond the reality of the world around her must be beautiful, if the smile that forms on her little face is any idnication.
As you sit in the marui with a fire that is beginning to fade, there is movement outside your marui that draws your attention. You lift your head and observe the soft steps that are kept light to not wake little Pril. Beyond the threshold of your marui, Ao'nung approaches the entrance and quietly enters, carrying with him some fresh fruit and flatsnake fish.
He appears with the paint of the clan celebration still marked on his skin and the newest added tattoos to his body still in the process of healing. His dark curls are in their usual style, pulled out of his face and tied held with leather dyed in soft colours that match the sunrise. The tie itself was a gift from you, a courting gift that you had made one night after he had taken Pril home.
He says nothing as he approaches you and his sister. He lowers himself toward the ground and places the food he had brought for you within reach. Once the plates and bowls are placed on the ground, he rises again and moves toward your hammock and the wicker baskets you had set along the wall. You follow his movements with your eyes, watching the expanse of the muscles of his back moving beneath the woven fibre toa guard that protects his heart.
As you watch him moving toward the baskets you had settled near your hammock, you continue to sing to Pril. You watch him, the handsome and charming Metkayina who could have any tutè he could want in the village, yet you know where his heart lies. You know who had captivated his heart, and you know just as well that he has your heart in exchange.
"Tsawke kä fahew, ulte oe plltxe, 'sìltsan fìʼu." You continue to sing to her while Ao'nung crouches in front of those wicker baskets you have sitting under your hammock.
Here comes the sun, and I say "it's all alright"
He reaches for one of the blankets that he had given you almost year ago, your favourite and most used on late nights like these. He is gentle when he shakes out the blanket and frees it from it's fold, just as gentle as he is when he drapes it over his sister's sleeping form.
When she is covered and stirs only once, Ao'nung comes to sit next to you, placing himself by your side with ease that naturally falls between you. For a moment there is verbal silence between you, nothing but the sound of the crackling fire that burns in your herbalist's marui and the sound of the ocean not far from your door. The silence is comfortable and intimate, it is a statement of how much you enjoy each other's company without having to speak and without expecting something from the other.
"You have a beautiful voice, ma yawne." Ao'nung is the first to break the silence, if only to compliment you and the Sky People's melody you sing that has his sister so comforted. Ao'nung gives you the compliment and then he shifts closer to you and exhales with a weight that makes the sound seem heavier than it should be.
"Your sa'nok loved this time of year." You speak for him, almost instinctively knowing what he was going to say before he could muster the words.
The truth of what you are saying is alleviating the weight he feels, he doesn't need to tell you as much. You can tell by the manner of which he shifts into you and the way his fingers brush across the top of your hands, drawing the tips of his fingers across the hills and valleys of your knuckles.
"My sa'nok always liked you." His voice is quiet, soft as the two of you sit in each other's comfort while Pril sleeps with her head upon your lap. "She is grateful for you looking after her like you do."
"I love Pril." You speak while you are looking down at the little girl who is peaceful here, in your marui that is like her second home. A place where she knows she can run to whenever she needs someone to talk to, or someone to sneak her sweet snacks if she thinks she is not allowed to.
"She loves you." Ao'nung withdraws his hand from yours and traces the patterns of your skin with backs of two fingers, humming in contemplation when you shiver in response to the feel of him touching you. "I love you."
"I love you too." You shift your attention from the little girl in your lap to her older brother, the handsome and brave warrior that you are courting and soon will mate. "You are my best friend, Ao'nung."
Ao'nung's hand rises to cup your cheek, holding the side of your face as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours. The tip of your noses touch, brushing against the others, and there is a warmth that passes between you, a sensation that goes beyond anything physical.
This relationship, this courtship that will lead to your mating feels as old as time, like the two of you have been bound to the other throughout every lifetime. It is an extension of love that goes far beyond where you are now. As if you and Ao'nung have lived a thousand lives and you have always found the other, no matter where you are.
"Ma yawntu..." he speaks to you with nothing less than absolute desire and devotion, there is a pulse of energy that sparks between you and Ao'nung presses his lips to yours in a gentle yet searing kiss. You lean into the kiss and begin to pour just as much emotion into as it as he does. It feels as if nothing could have possibly ended this tender exchange when a soft little gasp immediately breaks the tension.
You pull away from Ao’nung and look down at the once sleeping girl in your lap, whose blue eyes are wide open. She has an expression of surprise, of shock, and it takes a moment for her to register what is happening.
"You kissed?!" Pril, who had once been fast asleep, suddenly stares up at you and Ao'nung sitting incredibly close. "Are you courting?”
"We are courting tsmuke-" The news is received with a boisterous shriek that is piercing, and it does not take Pril long to launch herself at Ao'nung, eager to hug her brother tightly. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck and squeezes him while talking rapidly, over and over about how excited she is for this—for him.
"Why did you keep this a secret from me?" Pril leans back and claps her hands against Ao'nung's cheeks, pushing in to make his lips become pursed. “You should have told me.”
“Pwil-” the name is muddled by the manner of which his cheeks are squished, and he tries to get her to back off but she only leans in further and stares him down. “-let go-”
“You lied to me.” She playfully hisses and then she leaps off of his lap and slams into your arms, just as intensely leaning into you and your warmth. “I am going to have a new sister!”
“You were asleep, Pril—”
“—and you are going to be mates and then have babies and I will be an aunt-”
“Pril that is-”
“-you will have babies.” She whips her head around to stare at her brother, eyes narrowed as if this is a promise she was given and he will not take it away from her. “I will be an aunt.”
You raise your head and take a look at Ao’nung, your lips beginning to rise into a smile. He slides his hand across the mat and entwines your fingers while Pril, suddenly full of energy, speaks emphatically about what she wants for the two of you.
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