literally cannot describe to you how bad i was tweaking when the next part of FSB came out, swear i was convulsing on my floor after i read it CAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD
literally made me add 3k words and post my own fic yesterday, i’ve never felt better😍
Omggg thank you queen🤭!! I’m so so glad you loved it and that it was able to give you some inspo to write your own fic!! I absolutely enjoyed/loved reading the commentary on your reblog, I’ve read it like three times already and I’m gonna go back in for a fourth when I get a moment to sit down and respond to it. Seeing how much you (and other dollz) loved it gave me a huge motivational boost so I’ve started writing chapter 8, I’m at 2kish words so far. I can’t wait to write the smut scene(s) for reader and Tonowari bc I have some fun and filthy things planned👀!!
i’ve got my last exam today then i’m finish my semester 😭😭😭 set me freeeeeeeeeeee
Yayyy, congrats queen!! I’m glad you’re almost done so you can start enjoying your summer!! Does this mean we’ll be getting part 4 of wrong to want you soon?? Because yk I love that series down and need to know what happens next w/ Tonowari and reader😭
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… Tonowari has stretched himself thin with his Olo’eyktan duties. He is too proud to admit but you see it slowly wearing him down, so you decide to help him prioritize self-care. While implementing one of your relaxing techniques, wanting him to loosen up, things get heated and escalate quickly. Will you and Tonowari be able to resist temptation or will you abandon the vow of no sex before marriage?
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… Valentine’s Day Special ᝰ Pre-Atwow, takes place weeks before Chapter Seven [can be read as a standalone but reading previous chapters is highly recommended], fluff, very suggestive content, sensual/sexual content, softness, humor, intimacy, tension, yearning, teasing, kissing + dry humping, mention of mating, mention of past relationships [Ronal/Jake & Neytiri]; na’vi language used w/ translations
𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍… 16.0k words
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑… The newest addition to the series is finally here!! This was supposed to be done ages ago but school and life got in the way but it’s summer time so I was able to lock in and finish it. Since it’s v-day themed I wanted it to be sweet, loving, and spicy!! Plus, I know yall have been wanting some spicy scenes and are ready for some smut so I hope this holds you dollz over until Chapter 8. Also, let’s pretend the children don’t exist in this fic, it’s grown folks time rn😭. I hope y’all enjoy and as always feel free to comment and reblog, I can’t wait to read y’all reactions/thoughts🫶🏾!
𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒… Series M.list ・Series Taglist・Main M.list
Council has ended, but the weight of it still hangs in the air long after the meeting disperses. Voices fade into low murmurs, speaking about decisions that will become enforced through the coming seasons. Beyond the gathering, the ocean breathes steadily against the reef, leaving the village nice and calm.
You’re settled on the floor of your kelku [home], weaving one of your twengs [loincloths]. While hunting a few mornings ago, your clothing got snagged on a piece of coral, causing the front to rip and gain a hole. While tending to the tear, using a thin sliver of sharped bone with thread attached to the end, a familiar presence fills the space behind you.
Tonowari does not announce himself, he never needs to when it comes to you. With the Olo’eyktan, you can always feel his presence before you hear him. When you turn, his tall frame ducks beneath the archway, making his way to you. His expression softens the moment his eyes find yours, noticeably easing some of his tension.
Instead of standing over you, he lowers himself to sit beside you. It’s a deliberate choice. His way of him leaving the authoritative part of him outside and allowing the loving side of himself to appear.
For a moment, you simply sit together, basking in the quiet of the village. You’re about to break the silence and ask Tonowari about his day but before you can, he exhales. “The currents have shifted again,” He says, voice stripped of the professionalism it held when he talked amongst the Tsahìk, elders, and other high ranking members of the Metkayina.
Your hands still, the sliver of bone pausing mid-stitch. You don’t interrupt him, you just offer a listening ear. You’ve learned that in moments like this Tonowari needs space to let his thoughts settle before they form into decisions.
“They pull farther west than they should,” he continues, explaining the issue. “Enough to unsettle patrol routes. If a misstep happens, a warrior can be carried off course before anyone notices.” His jaw tightens while speaking, a sign that he’s frustrated. “I must adjust rotations before nightfall.”
You nod slowly, absorbing his words, understanding why he looks so tense. Tonowari is a vigilant person, being Olo’eyktan has made him this way. The well being of the clan rests on his shoulders and he takes his duty very seriously. “Has anything happened?” you ask gently, not wanting to push his buttons any farther than these issues already have.
“Not yet,” he answers. “that is why it must be handled now.”
You take a quiet breath, eyes drifting toward the open entryway, before turning your attention back to Tonowari. When you speak, your tone is careful. You don’t want to come off as trying to correct or command him. You just want to offer him some assistance, ease his burdens.
“Back when I lived among the humans,” you begin slowly, fingers resuming their gentle work on your loincloth, “they mapped the ocean by watching patterns over time. Not just where the currents were strongest, but where they changed the most.” You glance at him, making sure he’s paying attention.
Tonowari’s head turns toward you fully now, listening to your words. He doesn’t interrupt, he never does whenever you are giving him your input. “If the pull is drifting west,” you continue, “maybe the issue isn’t the patrols themselves, but where they start from.” You gesture vaguely, tracing an invisible line in the air, giving him a visual of what you mean. “What if you stagger the entry points? Create shorter paths. Overlap watches. That way, if someone gets pulled off course, there will be someone who can help.”
When you finish explaining, you can see the wheels turning in the Olo’eyktan’s mind. His eyes narrow slightly, playing out the scenarios, testing if they would work if he implemented him. “That would reduce exposure,” he murmurs, already thinking of ideas. “And keep the younger warriors closer to the reef.”
“And it will give you more eyes on the water without exhausting the same people,” you add, reminding him how important it is for warriors not to have burn out.
Being betrothed to the Olo'eyktan means you must be willing to carry his burdens as your own. You must be able to give him sound advice, listen without judgement, and support his decisions, even the ones you don’t fully agree with.
Before your courtship started, when Tonowari was still examining parts of you, he tested your ability of giving and receiving wise counsel. He needed to know if you were able to communicate well, have good discernment, and if you were able to navigate through situations.
Soon, he learned that you were able to do every single one, a sign that you wouldn’t only be a good mate, but a good Tsahik whenever Eywa deems it your time to lead the clan beside him.
Any time you give him advice, it is always the answer to his problem. Tonowari appreciates your input, your wisdom always seeps into his decision-making. “You see things I do not,” he says quietly, resting his hand over yours, stilling your stitching. “You walk between worlds. It gives you sight that is… rare.” Living as both human and Na’vi allows you to have a unique insight.
Due to that, Tonowari enjoys hearing your thoughts on subjects. You always mention things he’s never thought of before. So, he doesn't given you the compliment from flattery, but fact.
“I will present these new routes to the patrols tonight,” he says, already shifting from thought into action. There is certainty in his voice now, the tension easing just enough to be manageable. Then, quieter, he adds, “Thank you.”
The simple gratitude hits you harder than you expect. Heat blooms at your cheeks, a soft flush you can’t quite hide as your gaze drops for half a breath. You still haven't grown used to this part of your relationship yet, being heard and valued. You love Tonowari doesn’t just hear you, but listens. With him, your thoughts matter.
In the past, your voice had been background noise. Advice given and dismissed. Plans made without you, unless you were standing in the line of fire beside them. Jake listened to Neytiri trusted her instincts and experience, while yours had been doubted. Your words were treated as suggestions instead of truth. Eventually, you had learned to go quiet. To stop offering and just keep your thoughts to yourself.
With Tonowari he uses what you give him, values your opinion, which is why you'll always happily to help him. You lift your eyes, meeting his, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “It’s no trouble,” you say honestly, curling your fingers around his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m just glad I could be of good use.”
For a moment, Tonowari ears flick back slightly, tail thumbing against the floor in a way that tells you that your words have landed exactly where they were meant to, right in his heart.
After that, Tonowari continues telling you the rest of what was discussed at council. The whole time, you listen without interrupting, allowing him to speak his mind while he sorts through the many issues he needs to solve.
By the time his voice trails off, his hand is still resting over yours, the stitching of your loincloth long forgotten. Soon, with your assistance, both verbally and just being a listening ear as he sorts through it, the storm in his mind is calmed.
You smile to yourself at the sight of him, noticing how the tension is slowly from his shoulders and that he’s feeling much better. Carefully, you set your tweng [loincloth] aside and rise to your feet, stretching just enough to work the stiffness out that formed from sitting too long.
When you turn to him, your expression is brighter now, wanting to offer him something that you know will lift his spirits. “I was going to head into the village,” you say, voice soft and soothing, almost in a playful manner. “Some women have been experimenting with new patterns and accessories with their clothing. They keep insisting I try them for myself.”
You walk up behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I thought I’d stop by the seamstress and see what all the fuss is about.” You give his shoulders a light squeeze, working your thumbs gently into his skin, releasing that last bit of tension from his shoulders. “Would you like to come with me?”
You’ve always loved when Tonowari accompanies you to the seamstress. It’s one of those domestic moments that strangely feels intimate. He never rushes you, never acts impatient. Instead, he stands close by, watching with an intent focus that makes you feel seen.
He listens as the seamstresses chatter, offers his thoughts when asked, and sometimes leans down to murmur which colors he thinks suit your skin best, or which cut will move most beautifully when you swim.
Later, when you return to your mauri, he always insists you try everything on for him. Not with sexual intent, but because he’s simply in awe of you. He’d tilt his head, hum thoughtfully, reach out to brush his fingers along the fabric at your hip or waist, eyes warm as he admires your beauty.
You love those moments, when he looks at you as a man who adores the woman before him. And Tonowari loves these moments just as much.
For him, walking beside you through the village, allows him to feel like the common man. It gives him a chance to exist without leadership, only love.
He enjoys seeing you animated, expressive, fully yourself.
He likes hearing you laughing softly with the seamstresses and asking questions. When he helps you choose garments, it feels… personal. Territorial. To him, it feels like your wearing a piece of himself wherever you go, showing villagers he has claimed you. Even though it sounds foolish, it is something that excites him.
The thought of coming with you tempts him. He shifts, making your fingers reluctantly slip from his shoulders as he pushes himself up to stand. His height eclipses you, hands resting on his hips as he exhales slowly. “I would like nothing more than to accompany you… but I cannot.”
You lift a brow, wondering why he can’t come with you. “Why not?”
“I must lead training today,” he says, jaw tightening, not liking to see the smile fall from your lips. “and I must alert the seasoned warriors about patrol changes. They will need to be shown new procedures.” He reaches for you again, thumb brushing along your wrist in quiet apology. He hates disappointing you, but his duties must come first.
A small flicker of disappointment passes through you, wishing he could come. You had been looking forward to the walk together, his quiet commentary, how his presence makes the simplest errands feel like more. But the feeling doesn’t linger long, you understand him too well for that.
With iknimaya approaching, the young hunters need every bit of guidance they can get. And the patrol routes, those cannot wait. Nightfall will come before they know it, and Tonowari will not leave his warriors vulnerable.
You step closer, resting your palm flat against his chest, right over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath your hand. “It’s okay,” you say softly, meaning it, not wanting him to feel bad for his decision. “The clan needs you, I understand.”
His shoulders ease at your acceptance, a quiet breath leaving him as his hand comes up to cup your cheek. “I will find you later,” he promises. Then, a hint of something playful slips in, eyes glinting just slightly. “And when I do, you will show me everything you brought home from the seamstress.”
A smile curves your lips, warmth blooming in your chest, already excited to show him whatever you decide to bring home. “Happily,” you reply, leaning into his touch. “I’ll model every piece.”
Tonowari leans down, allowing his forehead to brush briefly against yours. Then his lips meet yours in a soft, yet quick kiss, filled with quiet reassurance rather than hunger for something more. When you part, neither of you rushes away, wanting to savor this moment together.
Once you both are ready, you exit the mauri together, walking side by side, before your paths diverge. You turn toward the village, already thinking of new pieces you can’t wait to show him. Tonowari heads toward the training grounds, posture straightening as the leader inside of him emerges, ready to lead the young minds of the clan.
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A few hours later, the sun has started to lower, casting a warm light over the village by the time Tonowari completes his duties. His body aches like it always does after pushing himself too far: strained muscles, shallow cuts, and the dull throb of a wound he’s already decided is “nothing.”
Like he promised, his first thought is you. As soon as he leaves the training grounds he begins his search for you. He checks your mauri first, but it’s empty. There’s a brief moment of disappointment before he continues searching, scanning the village until he spots you near the shallow waters, seated beside Nimwa, one of your friends from the village.
She’s just returned from fishing, nets coiled at her feet, the two of you deep in quiet conversation. You’re smiling, hands animated as you speak, the sight of you happy making Tonowari’s chest warm.
In the beginning of your journey here, it was hard for you to make friends. The Metkayina were not receptive to a newcomer, especially one who possessed demon blood. You didn’t take it personally, you’ve experienced this before back in the forest, you just waited until you found the right people, and soon they came.
When you came to him one night, telling him how you made new friends with some women from the weavers circle (the place you met Nimwa) he couldn’t be happier for you. He was thankful that his people were welcoming you and treating you as their sister.
Tonowari steps closer, making no effort to hide his presence. While you’re talking away, Nimwa notices him immediately. She straightens and bows her head respectfully. “Olo’eyktan,” she greets.
You turn at once, your face lighting up when you see him. “You’re done already?” you ask, rising to your feet. “How did training go?” You’ve missed him since you and him parted ways, so you’re glad he’s finally done with his duties.
He opens his mouth to answer, but your eyes drop. That’s when your smile fades, not liking what you're seeing. Your gaze catches on the dark smear of dried blood along his upper arm. Then the scratches along his ribs. And the way he’s holding his shoulder as if it’s causing him pain.
“Jesus—Tonowari,” you breathe, already stepping closer, lifting his arm slightly so you can see where the scratches end on his ribs. “What happened to you? Were you fighting an akula out there?”
He exhales through his nose, clearly bracing himself for your questions and sharp expression. He knew once you saw his injuries, you would be all over him. “It was only sparring and hunting techniques,” he says calmly, not thinking anything of the wounds. “Nothing I have not endured before.”
In Tonowari’s eyes, these are marks of a leader, of a fine warrior. A leader’s body is a tool for the clan, he must be able to endure any and everything that comes his way. Pain and sacrifice are secondary to becoming an Olo’eyktan so he wears his wounds with pride.
You give him a look that says you do not believe him. You don’t understand why men always have to be so stubborn when they get hurt, but you aren’t going to allow this man to walk around injured. “Nimwa,” you say without taking your eyes off him, “would you excuse us? I must tend to this.”
Nimwa’s lips curve into a knowing, teasing smile as she gathers her things, knowing that look of concern clear as day. She feels the same way when her mate comes home riddled with similar wounds. “Of course,” she says lightly. “I will see you both at evening meal.” Her gaze flicks between you and Tonowari, before she walks off.
The moment she’s gone, you grab Tonowari’s wrist. “This is unnecessary,” he starts, already being pulled along. “I am fine—”
“You are bleeding,” you interrupt, tugging him toward your mauri, not taking no for an answer. “And you are coming with me.”
He doesn’t resist or come up with a rebuttal. He just sighs, allowing you to pull him away. He never tries to interfere when you’re like this, eyes sharp with worry and a firm grip around his wrist. If anything, he lets you lead him more easily than he ever would admit.
The walk back to your mauri is quiet, the sounds of the village drifting around you. Once inside, you release Tonowawri, only long enough to point toward the woven mat. “Sit.” You say firmly.
He obeys without argument, lowering himself with a controlled breath. You turn away immediately, gathering what you need to heal his wounds. Coral moss to clean blood, a bowl of water, and herbs you’ve prepared countless times.
Tonowari watches you as you prepare, eyes following your every step. But, he doesn’t speak, knowing better than to test you when you’re frustrated with him.
You kneel in front of Tonowari and begin cleaning the wounds, fingers moving steadily with the years of healer training under your belt. You’re gentle where the skin is torn, careful around the gash on his arm, but there’s a firmness beneath your touch, showing your irritation.
When he winces, you pause just long enough for the pain to pass before continuing. “You should not be going so hard during training,” you mutter, dabbing at a scrape along his ribs, using more force than necessary, making Tonowari ears flatten. “You push yourself like you’re still a young hunter trying to prove something.”
Tonowari's tail twitches beneath the mat, bracing himself for the sting of pain as you place disinfectant on his wounds. “I must push myself, I am Olo’eyktan.” he replies simply, reminding you of his title, his role in the clan.
“That doesn't mean you get to ignore your body when in pain,” you snap back softly, placing a leaf smothered in herbs around his arm, then wrapping it with bandages.
He watches you as you work, eyes soft, fondness forming in his expression. He takes in the tight line across your lips, the concentration in your eyes. There’s something endearing about the way your brows knit together when you’re upset on his behalf, how fiercely you care for his wellbeing.
“It does not hurt as much as you think,” he says, still attempting to downplay his injuries, not wanting you to worry about him, but his cover is blown when he lets out a suppressed hiss once the herbs seep into his wound.
You scoff, shooting him a look, conveying the words ‘I don’t believe you’ with a facial expression. You smooth the salve over a bruised muscle, and binding wounds until you’re satisfied they’ll heal properly.
When you’re finished, you sit back on your heels, studying him. “You work too hard,” you say quietly, looking him in the eyes for the first time since you began working on his injuries. “You need rest.”
You search his face, looking past the steady expression on his face. To the rest of the clan, he is the unshakeable Olo’eyktan. But you see what they do not. You see the exhaustion tugging at the corners of his eyes and the way his bioluminescent freckles seem just a fraction dimmer than they should be.
He has been carrying the weight of the village’s safety, the trade disputes, and other issues that have been presented to him for weeks without pause.
You can practically feel the fatigue radiating from him, a stress so thick it’s a wonder he can still stand straight.
He plays the part of the tireless protector perfectly for everyone else, but in the quiet of your home, you see through it. Your heart aches with worry, knowing that being the strong figure everyone looks up to can take a toll on a person.
He meets your eyes, understanding what you're saying but at the same time, he knows he can’t slow down, even for a second. “There are many things that require my attention.” he answers. “I must protect the people. I cannot rest.”
You inhale slowly, the argument sitting heavy on your tongue. You know this part of him, his warrior's pride that views self-care as a luxury he can’t afford.
You know that pushing him further will only make him dig his heels in deeper into the issue, so instead, you simply nod. “Alright,” you say softly, resting your hand against his knee, deciding his answer is enough for now.
Tonowari exhales slowly, tightening his hand briefly over yours, a quiet acknowledgment that you and him have come to an agreement, for now, allowing the tension to slowly fissile out.
There is still some time before communal dinner, and surprisingly, neither of you has anywhere else to be, no duties to attend to, allowing you and him to spend some time together.
You’re the first to move, tugging lightly at his arm, wordlessly encouraging him to lie back on the woven mat with you, wanting him to relax even if it's only for an hour or two.
Tonowari follows you without resistance, lowering himself carefully until his broad frame is stretched out beneath you.
You lower yourself and settle beside him, then roll slightly so you’re half draped over his chest, allowing your head to rest just beneath his collarbone.
His arm comes around you automatically, pulling you close until your bodies fit together easily. One of your legs slips between his, helping him feel at peace.
For a while, you simply lie there. No talking, just basking in the comfortable silence while enjoying being in each other's warm embrace.
You run your fingers absently along his forearm, tracing his old scars, being careful of his bandages, which helps soothe Tonowari. He leans into your touch without thinking, a quiet sound leaving him that shows he needed this.
Tonowari lets himself relax in a way he never does anywhere else. Here, in your mauri, he is not Olo’eyktan. He is just a man lying beside his betrothed.
His breathing shifts first, evening out into a slow rhythm. His arm grows heavier around your waist, instinctively pulling you closer as his chin dips toward the crown of your head. He doesn’t stir. Doesn’t fight sleep. He allows himself to rest.
Soon, when you hear his snores, you realize he’s no longer awake.
Tonowari, the firm, tireless man, who’s always carrying the weight of his people on his shoulders, has fallen asleep, holding you as though this is the only place he knows how to rest.
You stay perfectly still, afraid to accidentally wake him up. When listening to him sleep you can hear the exhaustion in his snores. This is the kind of sleep that comes from someone who has been running on willpower alone.
‘He pushes himself too hard’, you think. Day after day he’s constantly going above and beyond for the people around him. For the clan. Always his children. And most definitely for you.
He cares for you in every way possible. Steadies you when panic creeps in, comforts you when nightmares awaken you, he hunts for you, and loves you fiercely. You couldn’t ask for a better man.
You’re tired of Tonowari not allowing himself time to recuperate, to fully relax so the weight of duty won’t strain him.
So you decide that if he won’t carve out the time for himself, you’ll do it for him. You believe it’s time to give back. Time to tend to him the way he tends to you because you know he'll never ask for it.
While he sleeps, finally getting some well deserved rest, your mind runs with ideas of how to help Tonowari because it’s time for you to cater to him.
—
For several days, you quietly watch over Tonowari. You tend his wounds, replace bindings, make sure he eats and sleeps when he can. You don’t rush him. You don’t push. You let his body mend fully before you ever act on the plan taking shape in your mind, wanting to make sure he’s back to full strength.
And when the cut along his arm seals clean and strong, you decide that now is the time to act, to begin the first phase of your plan to help Tonowari achieve some self-care time.
It’s late afternoon when you go to find him, the sun hanging warm over the reef. This is the hour Tonowari usually returns to his mauri for a brief pause between duties, time he carves out to give his mind a little time to calm before dealing with the next issue.
You find him standing outside his home, speaking quietly with a few warriors that are on patrol, wanting to hear how effective they’ve found the new routes he implemented days ago, with the help of you.
When he turns and sees you, his expression softens instantly, the rigid lines of leadership easing due to your presence. He quickly wraps up his conversation with the warriors in front of him, telling them that this can be picked up again at communal dinner tonight.
When you see them walking away, you cross the distance, coming to his side, greeting him with gentle affection. “How is your day going?” you ask softly, reaching out to hold Tonowari’s hand, which he quickly accepts.
He exhales slowly, tightening his grip on your hand while he looks down at you. “Busy,” he admits, voice low but calm. “But quieter than it has been. The new routes are working. The patrols are steadier.”
A small spark of pride warms your chest that your suggestions are working well, though you don’t say it out loud. Instead, you smile and lace your fingers through his. “I’m glad,” you murmur.
He studies your face for a moment longer than necessary, as if sensing there’s more beneath your calm expression. “You came looking for me,” he says, more in the form of a statement rather than a question.
“I did.” You say before giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Come with me.”
Tonowari arches a brow slightly, clearly amused, wondering what scheme you’re cooking up in your mind. “You say that like I have a choice.”
“I’m glad you know that you don’t,” you reply teasingly, already turning and tugging him along.
He follows without resistance, curiosity flickering in his eyes as you guide him around the back of his mauri, walking down towards the shore where the bathing pools are located.
When he realizes where you’re taking him, he slows down just a tad. “I do not have time for a bath,” he says, though there’s no real protest in his tone. “I must return soon. There are still—”
“You actually don’t,” you interrupt gently, turning to face him. When Tonowari hears that, he stops completely, wonder what you mean by that. You take a breath, beginning to find the right words to explain things to him. “I spoke with Ralak.”
His ears flick back in surprise, wanting to know more about this conversation you had with Ralak. “You did?”
You nod. “Earlier today. He agreed to take over the remaining duties you have for the evening.” You lift your joined hands slightly, pressing your thumb into his palm. “He said you’ve carried enough for one day. And I agree with him.”
Tonowari exhales slowly through his nose, gaze drifting away for a moment as the weight of responsibility tries to settle back onto his shoulders, feeling the need to still get work done. “He should have consulted with me first.”
“I asked him not to, and you know why.” You say gently, giving him a sharp glare, knowing he’ll understand what you mean. If Ralak had said anything, Tonowari would have been too curious of your plans, and he wouldn’t have even allowed Ralak to take over his duties, which is why you had to leave Tonowari in the dark. You couldn’t allow him to ruin your surprise.
Tonowari lets out a low guff as his shoulders ease, looking back at you with a tilted gaze. “You planned this.”
“Yes.” You begin, softening your voice. “You take care of everyone but yourself, Tonowari.” Your hand comes to rest over his chest, right above his heart, looking him in the eyes. “You’re wearing yourself thin.”
He looks away toward the horizon, jaw tightening as truth settles in, not being able to deny your claims of him overworking himself. “Today,” you continue, raising your arms to rest around his shoulders. “you are not Olo’eyktan. You are just you. And you will rest.”
When his gaze returns to you, it’s unguarded, thankful even. “You are right,” he says quietly, allowing his hand to rest aimlessly on your hip. “I would never deny this to another. Yet I deny it to myself.” He reflects for a moment, realizing he always tell other people to rest but he hasn't been taking his own advice. "You care for me when I do not.”
A soft smile curves your lips, before speaking. “It is my duty,” you say gently, before stepping away from him, putting space between you and leading him away. “As your future wife. To protect you, even from yourself.”
You tug gently on his hand again, not giving him time to retreat back into duty or come up with an excuse on why he can’t relax. Tonowari's grip is steady around your fingers as you guide him closer to the bathing pools.
Here, it’s much quieter. The distant sounds of the village fade beneath the slow trickle of water, allowing you and Tonowari privacy, something you and him haven’t been able to have these past few weeks.
Tonowari exhales as he approaches the pool, shoulders finally dropping a fraction as if his body finally understands what his mind is catching up to. He releases your hand just long enough to step forward, easing out of his warrior garment and setting it aside.
The moment he steps into the warm water, a low breath leaves him, something close to a sigh. He eases into the water, allowing it to reach his waist, then his chest, before finally lowering himself fully, resting his back resting against the stone edge.
The water ripples around him, lapping softly against his skin, and you can practically see the tension loosening its grip on him, making you smile. You move closer, sitting down on the smooth edge of the pool behind him. Your legs slip into the water on both sides of his shoulders, calves brushing lightly against his arms as your feet dangle beneath the surface.
Tonowari tilts his head back when he feels your presence behind him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a slight yet noticeable way. “You are very determined,” he murmurs while his eyes flutter closed, referencing to how you schemed and planned to get him all alone for a day of relaxation.
“I have to, it is the only way you’ll settle down.” you reply softly, resting your hands on his shoulder and pressing your thumbs into the tight muscles. At first, his body instinctively tenses, stress thick in bones, but then he exhales again, deeper this time, and allows himself to lean into your touch.
Your thumbs move in slow, soothing circles, while the water laps gently around you and him. You feel him sink further into the pool, trusting the water, and trusting you. “This is… nice,” he admits after a moment, voice lower, already sounding much calmer than before.
You lean forward just enough that your chest brushes his back, resting your chin lightly near his shoulder. “See? You didn’t fall apart when you stopped working.”
A soft huff of amusement leaves him, enjoying your teasing. “Do not tempt fate.”
You laugh and press a kiss to the side of his head, just below his ear. You reach for the small bowl you brought with you, dipping it into the pool and lifting it slowly. “Lean back,” you murmur, one hand already settling at the nape of his neck.
Tonowari does without hesitation, pushing himself further into your warm presence. Once he’s settled, you pour the warm water slowly over his head, letting it cascade through his braids and down the curly hair along his back.
Your fingers follow immediately after, slipping into his hair as you begin to wash it properly, working cleansing sea algae through the roots, massaging his scalp with slow, deliberate pressure, knowing it’ll help his relax and feel much better.
\While washing his hair and your fingertips maneuver against his scalp, a low groan slips from his chest. The sound catches you off guard. You’ve never heard a sound like that come from him before, not in a setting like this.
Your hands falter for the briefest moment before you force yourself to continue, trying your best to ignore the heat blooming low in your stomach from the sound he made.
You focus on the task at hand, feeling his hair beneath your fingers, and hearing his breath evening out as if your hands have quieted the noise inside his mind.
After a good scrub, you rinse his hair carefully, bowl after bowl of water until the cleanser is washed away. When you’re done, you smooth your hands down his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before rising to your feet. “I will leave now,” Tonowari opens his eyes when he hears your voice, wanting you to stay but knowing why you’re deciding to give him some time alone.
You and Tonowari promised to wait until after your Iknimaya to have sex, therefore it wouldn’t be the wisest idea to see him not wearing a loincloth at this moment, you must leave before temptation gets too strong.
You step back, giving him some privacy to bathe fully, and to enjoy the water without breaking the boundary you both chose to honor. You gesture to the neatly folded loincloth you set out nearby, much more comfortable than his formal wear. “Those are for you, when you’re ready to come inside.”
Tonowari watches you as you turn away, his gaze lingering as long as he dares. He doesn’t speak, but the look he gives you says many words of its own. As your footsteps fade, he remains in the water, scalp still tingling where your fingers had been, heart full, and his mind beginning to feel at ease.
He loves this idea of a relaxing day, maybe it’ll give you and him to explore some things you haven’t before.
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After almost twenty minutes, Tonowari steps back inside his mauri, clothes from earlier in hand, ready to rejoin you after his soak. When he comes further inside his home, the atmosphere feels much different than it did earlier.
The woven mat has been moved to the center of the room, laid out neatly, surrounded by the soft glow of bioluminescent lanterns you placed throughout the mauri to give the place a moody feeling. Near the mat sits a shallow bowl of oil, releasing a subtle scent into the air.
It’s familiar to Tonowari: a blend of sea salt and crushed flowers, with something warm beneath it, most likely an aromatic herb of some type. It is an oil mixture he favors. The one he uses when his skin feels tight from the salt and sun, or he just decides he wants to smell good.
His gaze lifts, and when he sees you standing near the mat, his eyes wander your frame. The outfit you’re wearing is different from the one you had on earlier, brand new from your trip to a seamstress days ago, cut and draped in a way he hasn’t seen before.
The color steals the breath from his chest, it is his favorite on you, the one he once told you suited you the best. The ensemble hugs you in all the right places without being improper, soft but very alluring.
From your side of the room, Tonowari looks… unreal. He’s wearing the loincloth you chose for him, the fabric sitting low on his hips, emphasizing his muscular thighs. But, that is not what steals your breath, it’s his hair.
All of it is down. There’s no scalp braids framing his face. No small knot gathered at the back of his head. Just long, thick strands flowing over his shoulders and down his back, still slightly damp from the bath, catching the light with every subtle movement.
You’ve never seen him wearing his hair like this before. With his hair down, he seems so majestic. Heat curls low in your stomach, the same feeling from earlier before you can stop it, your skin warming as you take in the sight of him. You swallow, forcing yourself to breathe, trying to remember that you are meant to help him execute some self-care, not ogling him.
While your mind fills with naughty thoughts, his voice pulls you back into the present. “What is this?” Tonowari asks, the base of his voice filling the room, gesturing to your outfit, the oil, and the sparkle in your eyes.
You lift your gaze to his, letting your expression soften, your voice dropping into something gentler, more alluring. “Another part of your relaxation,” you say calmly, pushing yourself on your feet. “A massage.”
His brow lines arch slightly, wondering how this will go. You step closer to him and gesture to the mat. “Lie down. On your stomach. I’ll do the rest.”
For a moment, he hesitates, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn't trust himself and how his body might react to such an intimate act. He does not want to allow temptation to take root, but he also doesn't want to decline when he can tell how much effort you put into this.
So, he exhales and obeys. Tonowari lowers himself onto the mat, stretching out fully, muscles still carrying the slightest tension, still lingering after his warm bath but you plan to kneed those knots away.
Once he’s laying down, you kneel beside him and pour a small amount of oil into your hands, warming it between your palms before setting them on his shoulders.
When your hands settle on his shoulders, the shift in him is immediate. Tonowari lets out a slow breath through his nose, chest rising against the mat as your palms glide over him in the most gentle yet firm manner. Your thumbs press into the thick muscle at the base of his neck, working in rhythmic circles.
You feel how tense he still is, how he carries the weight of his clan in one place, like he never truly allows it to fade, even when he’s in the comfort of his own home. “There,” you murmur softly, more to yourself than to him, kneading a little firmer into the base of his neck and lowering into the trapezius muscle. “You hold it all here.”
A low sound rumbles from his chest before he can stop it, not quite a groan, but it’s not a sigh either. Your lips curve in a small smile as you continue, happy that he’s enjoying it. You trail your hands outward along his shoulders, then back in again, coaxing the tension to loosen. You don’t rush, wanting to take your time so he’ll feel cared for.
When Tonowari speaks up, his voice is quieter than it was earlier. You can hear his usual calmness but there is a hint of something underneath, like a new sense of warmth. “This is dangerous, I might get too comfortable.” He murmurs, moving his arms from his side and folding them up by his head as a resting place.
You huff a soft breath, amused by his choice of words and the vibration from beneath your hands whenever he speaks in that deep tone. “Good,” you tease gently, a tiny smirk curling at your lips. “That is the point.”
You shift closer to him, knees tucked beneath you, and you allow your hands to travel down his upper back, following the long lines of chiseled muscle along his skin. He shudders when your thumbs press just right, pulling a low sound spills from Tonowari’s lips. And this time it is unmistakably a moan. It’s soft, unrestrained, drawn straight from his chest before he can swallow it back.
The vibration of it travels beneath your palms, sending another wave of unexpected heat through you. This is the third time this has happened to you today when it comes to him. Your breath stutters for half a second, fingers faltering briefly before your touch steadies again.
Your hands continue their deliberate work along his back, thumbs pressing into every firm muscle it comes across. Every inch of him feels solid beneath your touch, powerful, sculpted by years of swimming, hunting, and physical activity. Under your hands, his tension unwinds in quiet increments, like a tightly wound rope finally loosening after being knotted for too long.
For Tonowari, the sensation of the massage is almost overwhelming. The warmth of the oil, the glide of your hands against his skin, the pressure of your fingers finding every hidden knot. It draws him into a state where his sense of awareness lessens. His mind, so often crowded with his duties, begins to quiet, allowing him to fully surrender to the massage.
Without the weight of leadership, all that remains in his thoughts is you. your weight beside him, your thighs brushing the side of his hip when you lean, the warmth of your skin lingering long after your hands move on. It all makes his guard come crumbling down, allowing his thoughts to sway into areas of the sexual nature.
Another breath leaves him, heavier than before. His shoulders sink further into the mat, muscles slackening beneath your careful kneading. He exhales slowly afterward, but it does nothing to steady the sudden tightness coiling within his abdomen.
His tail gives a restrained twitch behind him, thumping against the floor, a small, involuntary reaction he hopes you do not notice. But, of course you do. And knowing your massage has him reacting this way, sends a flicker of warmth through you, in more places than one.
While maintaining the torturous balance between comfort and stimulation, Tonowari can feel how attuned you are to him, how instinctively you adjust when his body reacts. Easing up when he tenses, deepening when he melts, listening to his body’s needs and answering them with the kind of care a woman has for the man who holds her heart.
He’s enjoying the intimacy, the love, the warmth, but it also feels like the the most exquisite kind of torture he’s experienced. How can he sit here acting calm and unaffected when you are touching him in a manner that makes his body want to respond in the most lewd ways?
His jaw tightens slightly, not from discomfort, but from restraint, trying to keep himself composed. You, meanwhile, remain blissfully unaware of the storm brewing inside him, or at least you pretend to be. Your hands glide upward once more, returning to his shoulders, kneading slowly.
You lean closer again, palms drifting lower along the broad expanse of his back, thumbs pressing into muscle that is no longer rigid. “You see?” you murmur softly, your voice laced with a faint, teasing tone. “This was needed. You were very tight.”
Tonowari can only answer with a hum, too relaxed to form a verbal response. Your words, along with the intoxicating glide of your touch, makes it much harder the Olo’eyktan to control himself, but he continues to exercise restraint as much as possible.
As time stretches on, your hands continue massaging Tonowari’s back. The oil, the warmth, everything draws Tonowari into a state that is no longer simple relaxation. His muscles have long since yielded, and there is a different tension within him, one that is becoming more reactive as you continue the massage.
Eventually, your movements slow, resting your palms at his shoulders. You hesitate only briefly before speaking, your voice threaded with a gentleness that feels far more intimate than the command itself. “Turn over.”
Tonowari shows no resistance, immediately rolling onto his back. The moment he settles, his broad frame stretched fully against the woven mat, the air feels different. You move without speaking, swinging one leg over his hips until you are straddling him. He remains flat beneath you, but this new position alters the chemistry in the room.
The tension becomes undeniable. Especially with your thighs bracketing his hips, your weight hovering over him, and the heat of his body radiating upward into yours. This is now a breeding ground for sexual desire.
Tonowari’s breath stills while he tries to remain composed, while you try to cool the heat burning inside your loins. You pour more oil into your palms, the familiar scent of sea salt and crushed flora drifting into the air as you warm it between your hands.
When your palms meet Tonowari’s chest, his reaction is instant. A sharp inhale leaves him, while his eyes close, not being able to look at you in this position without growing erect.
His muscles tense beneath your touch, not from discomfort, but from the intensity of the sensation. Your hands spread across the sculpted planes of muscle, gliding over the steady rise of his chest, over his pecs and rubbing against his nipples, then inward along the centerline of his sternum.
Beneath you, Tonowari’s chest rises sharply, feeling himself almost lost for air. His eyes close, as if shutting them will help ease the overwhelming sensation flowing through his body.
You feel the reaction ripple through him. The subtle tightening of his muscles, the way his breathing struggles to find rhythm, all the signs that you are cracking his willingness to remain restrained.
Your palms continue their path across his body, fingers tracing the powerful lines you know so well yet never had the chance to fully explore.
Despite the times you and he have cuddled together, this is the first time you and Tonowari have been this close before. Intimacy has never crossed more than a kiss or heated touch. But this position, this tension, is crossing you and Tonowari into new territory, pushing boundaries you and him have been good at maintaining until now.
Things have remained in a gentle balance, but with Iknimaya [rites of passage] coming around and the time you both mate before Eywa not fair behind, tension has been slowly building and this is the day it seems to spill over.
You can practically taste him on your tongue and Tonowari is already imagining what it will feel like to be engulfed in the warmth between your thighs. You and the Olo’eyktan are down bad for each other, and neither of you can deny it.
While you continue massaging him, you notice his refusal to look at you, making you tilt your head in confusion. You don’t understand why he’s closed his eyes, but the discovery is what draws you to speak. “Open your eyes, Tonowari.” You pur, shifting your weight, wanting his attention. “You must watch me.”
Your betrothed’s breath stutters at the slight change of position, a faint tension pulling through his torso. For a moment, he doesn’t move, knowing that he won’t be able to hide his arousal any longer.
Almost reluctantly, his eyes open and his gaze finding yours. His blue eyes are darkened now, pupils wider than you’ve ever seen them, and in this moment, you can tell he is no longer carrying his usual steady composure.
There is an intense heat behind his eyes, making your pulse quicken the instant your eyes lock with his. You can feel your core dripping with slick, making the thumping ache between your legs harder to ignore.
Your hands continue moving, but you don’t break eye contact from him, not even for a second. A silent conversation unfolds through simply staring into the windows of each other’s soul.
Tonowari feels a shift, not only in the air, but in you. The warmth of your palms becomes magnified, each pass of your skin against his chest now laced with an unbearable feeling. The soft focus of your gaze, your erect nipples forcing their way to the forefront and pressing against the fabric of your bra top, the faint parting of your lips as your own breathing deepens.
It does things to Tonowari, dangerous things that he knows will surface sooner or later. A quiet, restrained sound slips from him, sparking a surge within your nether regions. Tonowari’s gaze never leaves yours, though you can see the effort it takes him to do so. Like the faint flare of his nostrils as he fights a silent battle inside him.
And when it comes to you, you feel the heat within you deepen, pool, and spread until you can’t recognize where Tonowari begins and you end. Because watching the mighty Olo’eyktan unravel, laid practically bare beneath your touch and gaze, makes something inside you begin to break.
You try to maintain the steady, controlled rhythm of your hands against his chest, try your best to cling to the careful composure you’ve held onto for so long with him. But, you are not as strong as your soon-to-be husband.
Every second of eye contact makes it worse. Because Tonowari is not just looking at you. He is seeing you. Those ocean-blue eyes, holding yours with an intensity that sends a violent pulse of warmth through your entire body. Your breath grows shallow. Your fingers, once so sure of their movements, begin to lose their certainty.
You become acutely aware of everything at once. The solid heat of his body beneath you. The slow rise and fall of his chest under your palms. His scent, smelling of sea salt, algae, and a hint of some floral remnants, fills your nasal passages.
And the way his pupils widen ever so slightly as he watches you. The way he drinks in the sight of you like you’re the most beautiful creature walking on Pandora, makes your pulse stumble.
You truly try your best to stay anchored in reason, to remember the boundaries you both swore to uphold. But desire is a relentless thing and very hard to resist when temptation is right in front of you, dangling right under your nose.
Unintentionally, your hands begin to slow as your body no longer listens to your mind. It begins to listen to your heart… and the aroused heat between your legs.
When looking at Tonowari's darkened pupils, you realize you aren’t the only one feeling sexually enticed. That he too feels the heat burning between you. It is so clear with the flush along his skin and in the burning intensity of his gaze locked so helplessly onto yours.
And the realization that your fiance is feeling aroused shatters what little control you have left. The ache between your thighs deepens into an unbearable, insistent throbbing that you know will need to be tended to.
Your lips part, chest rises unevenly as your heart rate increases, and your eyes fall to the curve of his lips, wishing they were roaming every fold and crevice of your body, caressing your skin in a way that would fill your eyes with happy tears.
In this moment, every bone in your body screams for closeness, for contact, for him. You allow the heat inside you to override any form of logic, surrendering to the strong primal urges coursing within you.
You lean down, slowly closing the space between your faces, pushing past the invisible barriers inch by inch, while your heart pounds so violently you’re certain Tonowari can feel it.
There is no hesitation, no thought of the damage this could cause, especially when Tonowari’s eyes have been darting between your eyes and lips this whole time, as if he’s been trying to convey the message to kiss him.
There is not only want lingering between you, but there’s desperation, clinging to both of you, making the pull towards him even more undeniable.
Once your faces are only a breath apart, that’s when you close the gap and kiss him. Your lips meet his in a soft, trembling collision, the contact sending a shockwave through your entire body. Kissing Tonowari, feeling the warmth of his lips, makes your brain turn to mush.
Tonowari’s breath vanishes against your mouth, his entire body going taut beneath you for a second. Not from hesitation or reluctance to return the affection, but from the sheer force of your kiss crashing through him all at once.
The restraint he has been clinging to throughout this entire massage has finally snapped, not because he couldn’t control himself, but because you decided to act on the tension.
Tonowari is not the type of man who would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, or make you feel pressured. Which is why he wanted you to make the first move and give the notion you wanted things to go further.
All he wants is for his soon-to-be muntxate [wife] to be comfortable and he’ll always be willing to wait, even if he feels like he’s going to combust during the process.
Intimacy within your relationship is still uncharted territory. You and him are still learning how to be intimate and vulnerable again, individually and as a couple.
Now that Tonowari has been given the cue that you’re comfortable, Tonowari’s primal instincts come alive. He is finally allowing himself to act on the urges he’s felt ever since he laid eyes on you.
In one fluid, powerful motion, his strong arms wrap around your torso and he surges both of you upright, sitting up without breaking the kiss for a second.
The sudden movement pulls a soft, startled sound from you, which is immediately swallowed by Tonowari’s lips as he tightens his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you flush against him.
The kiss deepens and turns ravenous fast. Tonowari’s lips move against yours with a hunger that feels like he’s been wanting to do this for a long time but never expressed it, causing all his years of discipline to dissolve once your mouth pressed to his.
Your arms wind around his neck, fingers instantly finding the damp silk of his hair, exploring his hair in ways you haven’t before. Your nails graze lightly against his scalp as the kiss turns heavier.
A low sound rumbles from Tonowari’s chest when your tongue slips his mouth, both of your tongues slowly moving in an articulated dance of who’ll dominate and who’ll submit.
The vibration of it pours straight into you, and you feel the effect of him everywhere at once, the solid press of his chest against yours, the powerful arms encircling your waist, and the overwhelming heat radiating from his skin.
All of those elements, plus the little trick he does with his tongue that pulls a moan from you, allows him to win the tongue war and you to happily submit to his advances.
While Tonowari is practically devouring you in the kiss, you feel an unmistakable shift beneath you. You can tell it isn't his thigh muscles flexing, that would feel different.
What’s poking beneath you feels firm, hard, and mostly thick. Your brain doesn’t comprehend until you feel it twitching beneath you. It’s his cock, throbbing and fully erect, pressing against your clothed sex.
Your breath stutters into the kiss, the feeling of his cock against you making your arousal even more pronounced, so much that Tonowari can smell it smearing your inner thighs and he can only imagine how glistening your pussy looks with slick covering every inch of it.
This only fuels Tonowari fire, heightening his senses and allowing him to feel everything that’s transpiring. The way your breasts are flush to his chest, the warmth of your thighs bracketing his hips, the vibrations of your moans ringing through his body, and the feeling of your fingers through his hair. Every tiny movement is magnified for Tonowari, allowing him to fall deeper into the web of desire.
What was once a controlled burn of arousal, has ignited into something much more fierce and consuming, pooling in the Olo’eyktan’s body with an intensity that almost feels painful, in more ways than one.
While Tonowari’s body and mind are trying to become one accord, you have a one tracked mind. Your mind is not acting, it’s barely even functioning for that matter. The only things fueling your actions is your heart, your body, and your pussy. You can’t form any logical thoughts when Tonowari’s prominent cock is pressing against you.
To make matters worse, you can almost feel it throbbing through his loincloth, making you want to push limits even further, wondering what reaction it’ll put out of your betrothed.
So that’s when your hips shift. Not so lightly that it won’t make a difference, but not too harsh to where he’ll cry out a moan either. Just enough to see how far he’s willing to go with you. If he’ll back down from the challenge, or will his primal instincts rise to the occasion.
When he feels the sudden movement, a strained groan breaks against your mouth as his fingers tighten reflexively against your thighs. The friction, the closeness, the heat of you moving against him sends a violent jolt through his entire frame, lighting every nerve coursing through his system, and dissolving every tame thought and replacing it with filth.
Tonowari is no longer the calm and composed man you’ve come to love. He is purely a man drowning in the feeling of the woman he loves so dearly, grinding against his erect sign of arousal, kissing him like she’s willing to never come up for air, and in a position he never thought he would have you in, at least not before your mating night.
Your bodies move together without any conscious thought, desperately seeking contact from the other, chasing the pleasurable pressure from the unbearable tension. The kiss grows heated, almost frantic, both of your breaths dissolving into soft, broken sounds swallowed between mouths, while hands scramble for better placement.
Tonowari’s hands slide along your thighs, going north of the border and to your backside. His rough palms grasp at your flesh, giving your plump cheeks a firm squeeze, making you be the one to break your sloppy wet kiss and let out a gasp of surprise.
This is a side of Tonowari you’ve never seen before. He’s always so gentle and soft with you. He always carries a dominating aura but the version of him before you is much different. He is more assertive, not rough but much more firm with his intentions.
You can feel it in the way he led the kiss, how his hands roamed your body before they rested on your rounded flesh. And even though it’s subtle, he thrust his hips to meet the shift in yours, creating a perfect dry humping friction to amplify the pleasure you both feel.
This might be the first time you’ve met the sexually awakened side of Tonowari, but you definitely don't want it to be your last. You know you’ll be able to have so much fun with him once you are mated.
When you break the kiss to let out the softened gasp, it leaves your neck exposed, allowing Tonowari to find a new place on your body to attack. Before you can realize his motives, Tonowari leans forward and presses his mouth to your neck, suckling softly at your skin and leaving trails of kisses behind each purplish mark he creates.
Your hand continues to rest at the base of Tonowari’s neck, while your other hand grips his bicep for support, trying to keep yourself grounded as your body begins to feel fuzzy.
Feeling the Metkayina man practically guide your movements as you ride his prominent bulge, squeezing your flesh as your hips gyrate against him, along with the assault of kisses to your supple skin, it turns you more than anything you’ve felt in a long time.
When you feel the tip of his tongue swirl against your skin, your hand tightens around the Olo’eyktan’s neck, while you throw your head back and soak in his affection. “Yes, Tonowari.” You moan, soft and breathy, pulling his frame closer to yours as if you weren't practically glued together already. Your eyes flutter closed as he continues, especially when his muffled groan vibrates against your throat.
Tonowari can’t help but feel himself going down a slippery path, especially with the way you moan his name so beautifully. Your voice still holds your true identity, the human soul inside you.
However, there is a very faint Omatikaya accent on your tongue, something you pick up after living amongst them for so long. The Olo’eyktan hasn’t heard a woman call his name with such emotion since his late wife.
He has missed this aspect of having a relationship. After all, he is a man with needs, the biological desire to sow his wild oats has never depleted, but his heart and mind overshadowed it.
First it was overshadowed by grief, and then once he was able to make peace with Ronal’s passing, he felt like he needed to be in love before engaging in sexual relations again.
Now that he’s found you and fallen in love, that desire is raging through him ten fold, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait to bury himself inside you.
Tonowari’s cock throbbing underneath you, almost matches the pulsating beats within your own aching sex, wishing for its own release. While you’re enjoying Tonowari’s mouth suckling on your neck, creating love marks as a way to claim you as his, you miss the feeling of his lips against yours.
You use your hand resting against his neck and tug lightly on his curls, a different tug than the ones you’ve been giving earlier, making Tonowari straighten and look at you, searching your eyes. At first, he hopes he didn’t take things too far, that he hasn’t made you uncomfortable, but the look on your face is far from that.
Your pupils are similar to him, widened and darkened, clearly feeling the high of sexual attraction in the room. Your lips are swollen from the earlier kiss, and your facial expression is wearing a look that says you want more. When he notices your golden irises flickering at his lips, and the way you lightly bite your lip while drinking in his handsome features, it communicates to him that you wish for him to kiss you, so he does.
Tonowari draws you in for another kiss, and when your clothed puffy folds glide over his shaft, thanks to the firm guidance of his rough hands, he can feel his reddened tip oozing with pre-release, his body preparing itself for what’s to come, or what could rather come.
It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a man like this. Even though you and him are separated by clothing, you can still feel his presence pressing against you, making the friction of your movements that much more pleasing.
If you and Tonowari keep this up, if you continue thrusting your hips against his groin and Tonowari guides you, you’re sure you’ll unravel and reach your pinnacle right before your soon-to-be husband’s eyes.
You and Tonowari are dangerously close to participating in something neither of you will be able to take back. For one lust fueled moment, the thought flashes through both of you: Break the rule the two of you have set. Forget restraint the two of you have implemented since the beginning of your courtship.
You and Tonowari can have each other here and now, peel off each other’s clothing, allow Tonowari to place you on your back and tower over you with his broad physique, and then the rest will be nothing but sweet bliss you both have been dying to feel.
In you and the Olo’eyktan’s defense, you and him have waited many months to officially become one, exercising restraint that many na’vi can’t say they have.
Plus, Iknimaya is coming soon. You and him will be together forever anyway, there’s nothing wrong with a trial run to see what your sexual relationship will be like once mated.
Tonowari can feel the temptation like a physical force, weighing on him like a rock on his chest. It roars through him, every biological instinct within his body urging him to pull you tighter, to rip your clothing away and dive into your slick heat, to give in and lose himself in you.
It would be so easy if Tonowari allowed himself to succumb to his desires and bed you right here, the beautiful atmosphere you’ve created, it would feel so devastatingly right.
It’s clear to him that you wouldn’t mind breaking it, so this should easily be a straightforward answer… but the Olo’eyktan puts his willingness to control his desire above his hunger for you.
With a strained, unsteady breath, using much deliberate effort, Tonowari gently breaks the kiss, stopping himself before temptation completely consumes him and his mind becomes completely clouded.
Your lips part from his reluctantly, a soft sound leaving you as the loss of contact registers in your mind. He rests his forehead against yours, causing your noses to nearly touch, while both of you attempt to catch your breath.
His eyes close briefly as he drags in a slow breath through his nose, trying to steady himself. The effort is visible in the tight line of his jaw, and the slight tremor in his arm muscles as he tries to center his emotions elsewhere.
Your fingers are still tangled in his damp curls at the base of his neck, not wanting to let him go. Since there’s only a narrow space between you and Tonowari, you can feel the heat radiating from his skin, still lingering even after the kiss has passed.
For a moment you think he’s going to pull you back in, place his lips against yours, or any other part of your body that he pleases, but his hands move to your hips instead, rubbing soothing circles against your skin. “We…” His voice is rough and thick before he swallows, still trying to calm himself. “We should stop.”
The words are heavy as they fall from his lips. It's clear that every part of him is against the decision. His demeanor clearly shows that he wants to continue, but his words tell you something completely different.
You understand why he’s pumping the breaks. Things were starting to advance to the point of no return, and one of you needed to be strong enough to end things before it got more intense.
Thankfully, Tonowari had enough strength for the both of you, because if the decision was in your hands, you would’ve been riding him right now until he filled your womb with his seed.
You detangle your hands from his curls and settle them against his chest, feeling the furious beat of his heart beneath your palm. You nod faintly, though your body still hums with heat and aches from the abrupt loss of pleasure. “You’re right,” you whisper, almost wishing he hadn’t said so you could have your way with him, but deep down you’re glad he did.
Your gaze drifts over his face, lingering on the slight swelling of his lips, the light reddened hue along his cheeks, and the way his chest heaves while trying to contain himself. It makes a flutter form in your stomach when you see how hard he’s trying to restrain himself from jumping your bones. It’s so sexy.
“It’s just…” you admit, voice quieter now, voice laced with something that makes his entire body tense again, while your hand that’s placed over his pec, rises to caress his cheek, while your eyes stare directly into his own. “So hard to practice restraint when it comes to you.”
The confession lands like a boulder on Tonowari’s chest. Your words slide through him like warm water, straight to the place where his restraint is already fragile. Then, those eyes. The way your eyes can command a room, command him, makes the ache in his body intensify all over again.
Hearing how hard it is for you to resist his good looks and charm, makes the Olo’eyktan feel like a young man again, a feeling that was lost until you came into his life. “You do not make this easier when you say things like that,” he murmurs, a faint laugh following behind.
He takes your hand from his cheek and raises it to his lips, kissing the palm of your hand, wanting to show his affection without stirring the already thickened tension.
You smile at that, not being able to hide the warmth in your cheeks under his gaze. The gesture is smooth, something that is seen as chaste and chilveristic, and yet it makes you fall even more in love with him… if that’s even possible at this point.
After another lingering moment, you slowly lift yourself off his lap, deciding it is time to separate and not torture yourselves any longer. The movement feels strange after being so close, the absence of his heat immediately noticeable against your body.
You rise to your feet and smooth your hands down your clothing in a slightly flustered attempt to gather yourself. Trying to steady the wild rhythm of your pulse and the lingering heat still curling through your body that’s insistent on staying.
Behind you, Tonowari shifts to his feet. Tonowari exhales as he stands, feeling the pressure of your weight leave his thighs, trying to regain his usual calm composure.
Everything seems fine, but the moment he attempts to stretch the stiffness from his legs, the unmistakable shape beneath his loincloth becomes painfully obvious.
Your gaze drops before you can stop yourself. And your eyes widen at large bulge in front of you. The pronounced tent in his loincloth is impossible to miss, especially with how the fabric is stretched and how his cock is practically trying to break free from its hold.
Seeing him this way makes a heat flare violently back through you, making you want to clutch your invisible pearls. Your breath catches, and your mind instantly wonders about how big his cock is. Feeling it pressing against your sex while straddling gives you an idea, but seeing it like this, is making you think differently.
He’s clearly a well-endowed man, and if his cock looks this big while still restrained from a heated makeout session that went a little south, your mind can’t fathom how large he’ll be when you and him mate and you see him unclothed for the very first time.
Seeing him rock hard makes your cheeks warm even more than when you were straddling him. You simply stare and take in the delicious sight, your lips slowly curling into a smile when you think about how soon you’ll be able to have him in every way possible, any position your heart desires, like taking his full length in your mouth until his seed settles on your tongue, or how he’ll stuff you to the brim until you can’t take it anymore. It’s amazing to think about, honestly.
While enjoying the view, you are completely unaware you’re staring, too busy running future lewd scenarios through your mind.
You feel like you're being discreet, but Tonowari notices immediately. When he follows your downward gaze and sees it land on his aroused lower half, his voice rumbles with amusement. “…Are you finished admiring?”
Your head snaps upward, face instantly flooding with heat when you realize you’ve been caught red handed. “I— I’m sorry,” you stammer, turning away in embarrassment, not wanting Tonowari to see the flushed expression on your face. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
A deep laugh rumbles out of Tonowari’s chest, showing that he is unoffended by your watchful gaze, if anything it is entertaining him. “Do not apologize,” he says, stepping closer to you, lowering his voice to a dangerously teasing manner. “You seem very pleased with your work.”
Your embarrassment only deepens, but you can’t deny his claim that you’re pleased with how you affect him. “You might need to go sit in some cold water,” you tease lightly, pointing vaguely toward his print. “Before that becomes more of a problem.”
Tonowari glances down briefly at himself, seeing how his cock is in fact trying to break free of its woven holster, before looking back at you. “That,” he replies calmly, leaning just close enough for his breath to ghost your ear. “is not something I control when you are involved.”
Your brows lift as the words send a shiver down your spine, the low bass of his voice settling deep within your chest. Despite the warmth still burning across your cheeks, a small, knowing smile curls at your lips, not being able to give up the opportunity to tease Tonowari. “Is that right?” you murmur.
Tonowari studies your face for a moment, his steady ocean-blue eyes searching yours. The teasing edge between you lingers, but it is softer than before, making it easier for the Olo’eyktan to open up in a way he only does with you. “Yes,” he answers quietly, gently placing his hand on your bicep, turning you to face him, wanting you to see what you do to him. “You affect me more than you realize, yawne [beloved].”
When his words settle in your mind, you almost forget how to breathe. Your lips part slightly, a soft laugh escaping you, though it stems from a place of warmth instead of humor. “I am beginning to understand that.” Your hand lifts without thinking, resting lightly against his chest. Beneath your palm, his heartbeat is still strong, though its not nearly as wild as when things were hot and heavy earlier.
The space between your bodies feels charged again, but not in a dangerous or tempting matter. Things between you are still warm, but no longer threatening to sweep the both of you away into breaking any rules.
Tonowari’s hand remains lightly on your arm before he slowly lets it fall away. A slow breath leaves his chest as he deliberately rolls his shoulders, reclaiming his usual calmness, which takes plenty of effort on his end.
Seeing the sexual side of you, feeling your hips grind against him, and the memory of your voice moaning his name, it all still lingers strongly in his mind. But, he does his best to push it deep down… until later tonight when he’ll recall those memories for self pleasuring reasons.
You briefly glance downward before remembering you shouldn’t be staring. Now you’ve allowed Tonowari to catch you looking at his print twice. Your eyes flick back up to his, a shy smile tugging at your lips, which matches the corner of Tonowari’s lips twitching in amusement. He enjoys seeing you all flustered.
You clear your throat softly, breaking the silence, not being able to handle Tonowari’s strong gaze anymore because if he stares at you any longer with those gorgeous eyes you’ll crumble. “Well,” you say, taking your hand from his chest and running your hands through your braids, “it seems like we should give your… rebellious body a moment to recover.”
That earns a quiet huff of laughter from Tonowari, thinking its cute how you break eye contact with him out of being nervous. “A wise suggestion.”
The amusement in his voice eases the last traces of awkwardness lingering from you. The tension that was there is now softer, like a fire that has settled into glowing embers.
You glance toward the woven mats again before looking back at him, a new idea forming, something you can do without creating any more sexual tension. You draw in a slow breath and lift your hand, giving the center of his chest a gentle push. “Sit,” you tell him, nodding your head toward the mat.
Tonowari’s forehead lifts slightly, wondering what you have planned now. “That sounded like an order.”
“That’s because it was an order,” you reply, folding your arms lightly across your chest, looking at him with a raised brow. “You are meant to be relaxing today, remember?”
Tonowari doesn’t answer immediately, he just lets out a chuckle before deciding to just go with the flow and not disrupt whatever plans you have because this is supposed to be his relaxation time, even though what just happened was nothing close to relaxing, if anything it amped him up.
The large warrior settles onto the woven mat with ease, his long legs folding comfortably as he looks up at you. There is curiosity in his expression now, but also trust, which allows him to just follow your direction without question.
When he sits down you don’t move, you simply stand there, studying him. Without the tension that filled the room earlier, somehow he looks different. Still powerful, still every bit of the leader the clan relies on, but the sharp edge of that authority has faded. The calm you were hoping for has settled over him in a way that makes him look peaceful, making you smile.
Tonowari watches you as well, and when you remain silent for a little too long, one of his brow muscles lifts slightly. “Well?” he asks lightly. “What is the next command?”
The playful note in his voice makes your smile widen just a tad. “You are impatient.”
“I am curious,” he corrects.
You shake your head softly, moving closer until you reach your desired place. Tonowari feels your presence immediately when you move behind him. His shoulders relax a fraction more, and the simple closeness of you grounds him.
You reach forward and slip your fingers gently into his thick dark curls. The soft coils gather easily between your palms as you lean down, your breath brushing lightly against him as you bring your lips near the shell of his ear. In a quiet whisper, you murmur, “I am not finished taking care of you yet.”
—
Time slowly passes after the storm of tension between you and Tonowari has settled. The charged air has become gentle, calm, the maru filled with the steady hush of distant waves and the occasional gust of wind.
Tonowari is still seated as you tend to his hair, braiding and styling his hair back into his usual style. You enjoyed seeing his hair down in its luscious glory, his thick curls framing his attractive facial features, but it is not a practical style for a reef Na’vi. Metkayina people must have their hair tightly braided for good vision above and below water.
Currently, the Olo’eyktan is still. He is not scanning the horizon. Not calculating the needs of the clan. He’s just sitting, relaxing, and allowing himself to enjoy this time where all his focus and attention can be solely on you.
Tonowari’s hair slips between your fingers as you gently separate it, smoothing the strands with careful patience, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. The scent of the oils you used on him during the massage earlier lingers faintly in the air, making the atmosphere feel much more soothing.
You begin weaving his curls into their familiar pattern. Each braid to his scalp is tied carefully, ready to eventually be knotted into their usual half up half down style.
During this time, neither of you speak. The slow rhythm of your fingers, the ocean, and Tonowari’s voice as he gently hums one of his favorite social clan songs, makes the quiet between you comfortable, something Tonowari appreciates as a man who has rarely been able to have moments like these lately since he’s been so busy.
When you finish the final braid and place his hair in a bun, you lean slightly to the side to inspect your work. “There, all finished.” you say with quiet satisfaction, thinking Tonowari looks very handsome, but that’s as always.
Tonowari lifts a hand, brushing the pads of his fingers along the newly arranged braids. Just by feeling his hair he can tell its neat and precise, exactly how he likes it. “Well done,” he says sincerely, feeling proud that he’s wearing a style that was done by his woman.
Your lips curl into a pleased smile, glad that he likes it. Before you can respond with words, a low rumble interrupts the moment. It stems from Tonowari’s stomach.
You blink once before a laugh escapes you, causing the Olo’eyktan to exhale through his nose since his stomach has remembered the fact he hasn’t eaten all day. “I am hungry.”
“Good,” you say immediately, glad that he has an growling appetite because its perfect for the next phase in your plan.
He glances up at you with mild suspicion, still in the seated position. “Good?”
You move toward the cooking area of the marui, where woven baskets and shells had been carefully arranged earlier. “Yes,” you say over your shoulder. “Very good.”
Tonowari rises slowly and follows you, curiosity flickering across his features. “Why?”
You kneel beside one of the baskets you brought with you earlier from home and remove the covering. The moment you reach inside and lift out the dark, firm meat of a Skuka [Sagittaria], Tonowari stops mid-step.
His eyes fix on the distinct, iridescent quality of the flesh. Meat from the hardy, the cephapod-like creature that is usually found clinging to the depths of the reefs. “…Where did you find that?”
You glance up at him with a proud smile, holding the cut of meat with pride. This aquatic fauna had been a difficult hunt. The Skuka is a clever survivor, protected by a spiral shell that's hard as stone and capable of defending itself with its water-jet ability. The Skuka put up a fight, trying to escape your predatorial attack, but you came out victorious. “I hunted it.”
Tonowari’s forehead lines pull together immediately, his discomfort becoming evident. “That creature lives beyond the sea wall,” he says, referring to the treacherous drop-offs where the Skuka clings to the jagged rocks.
Some live within the shallow waters of the atoll, making it easily accessible for Metkayina to hunt and gather, but since you wanted to be adventurous, you searched for the ones beyond the safety of the reefs.
You nod casually, beginning to arrange heating stones so you can begin to warm the cooking pot. “Yes, I know.”
His gaze sharpens, looking between you and the cephalopod-like creature, trying to fathom you hunting out past the seawall without his guidance or knowledge. “You went out there alone? To the deep waters?”
You shrug slightly, not thinking too much of it. Yes, the waters were a little rougher than within the reefs, and you had to search within the crevices of the sea floor, but it all was worth it. “Yes. Their meat is a delicacy for a reason, it was needed for the occasion.”
“That is not the point,” he replies, concern creeping into his voice as he steps closer to you. “Those waters are unpredictable, and a Skuka can disorient a hunter if they are not swift. Make them lose their grip in the water.”
“But I returned safely.”
“That does not mean the risk was wise.”
You rise to your feet, resting your hand against his arm, wanting to ease Tonowari’s mind. “I know the ocean well,” you say gently, squeezing his flesh just a tad, just your way reassuring him. “You have been a good teacher.”
His jaw tightens slightly, still not liking the thought of you out in the open ocean without him, not having any sort of protection or an extra pair of vigilant eyes. “You still should have told me.”
You soften your tone, understanding his concern and not wanting to dismiss that, but wanting him to understand your point of view on the matter. “It would have ruined the surprise if I asked you to come.”
His gaze drops to the meat again, thinking back to his own hunting expeditions he made, for you in fact. “You could have used the fish I brought earlier this week,” Since you and him started courting, every week Tonowari has brought you the best pickings of his hunts.
You rarely have the need to hunt since Tonowari provides you with whatever meat you desire, which is why Tonowari doesn’t understand why you felt the need to venture outside the safety of the reef to hunt.
You shake your head, not being able to agree. “That wouldn’t feel right.”
Tonowari’s brow furrows, not understanding how using one of the many perfect cuts of meat he hunted, cleaned, and wrapped specifically for your liking, wouldn’t feel right. “Why not?”
“Because you hunted those,” you explain softly, running your hand across his skin, allowing your palm to graze his darkened teal stripes. “Today was meant to be something for you. Something that did not come from your work.”
The words settle into Tonowari’s mind slowly, taking them in as he begins to realize where you are coming from. He studies your face, the concern still present in his eyes but now it has softened, showing how he understands your thought process. “…You did all of this for me.”
You smile, happy that he now sees things the way you do, that he realizes that everything you’ve done up until this point is for him, to make him happy because that’s all you want. “Yes.”
Hearing you say that, makes him exhale slowly, the tension easing from his shoulders as he looks at the prize you brought from the deep, reminding himself that you returned unscathed and had a successful hunt. “…Next time,” he says quietly, his chin dipping as he holds your gaze with a steady underlook, the last of his sternness melting into a reluctant, fond smile. “tell me first.”
You chuckle softly, seeing the way his protective urges take a back seat, while his lovingness pours out of him. “I will.” You rise on the tip of your toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, reassuring him that he’ll be alerted about all future hunting expeditions outside of the seawall.
Once that little dilemma is put to rest, the evening unfolds easily. You prepare the meal while Tonowari helps, even though you told him not to. Tonowari is not the type of man who can simply sit on his hands for a prolonged time.
Since he won’t take no for an answer, you let him help in small ways like grinding herbs, chopping vegetables, and keeping an eye on the food while you prepare other aspects of the meal.
During the cooking process you and him share stories, tease each other, really just discuss whatever comes to mind. There is never a dull moment between you, the words simply trickle out as time continues.
By the time the meal is finished, the rich scent of roasted meat and herbs fills the space. You arrange the food on polished shell plates before handing one to Tonowari.
He sits beside you and takes the first bite. When the Skuka meat settles on his palate, his brow lines lift immediately. Without waiting another moment, he dives in for another bite, tasting the grilled tree roots. “This is… good.” He says, enjoying the meal.
It has been a long time since he ate Skuka and in his opinion, you cooked it to perfection. “Very, very good,” he corrects, glancing at you with open approval. “You cook better than many in the clan.”
You duck your head slightly, not being able to hide your smile when you hear his compliment. The two of you eat slowly, enjoying the quiet afternoon and the rare peace of simply sharing a meal together.
When the last bite is gone, Tonowari sets his shell plate aside and turns toward you, grabbing your hand, pulling your attention to him. “Thank you for today.” he says simply. “You made me stop. Reminded me that I am allowed to rest.”
Your expression softens, glad that he has enjoyed this time you and him spent together today. “That was the point.”
Tonowari lifts his free hand, and gently cups your cheek, looking you in the eyes. “I am grateful for you.”
Your heart warms at the sincerity in his voice, and a purple hue spreads across your face. “I would do it again,” you say softly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it with reassurance, wanting him to know you’ll always be there for him. “If it means you can relax.”
A small smile touches Tonowari’s lips hearing you say that. After Ronal’s death, he poured himself into his duties, both as clan leader and as a father. He never felt a need to sit back and relax, to take time off for him to recuperate, because he needed to keep himself busy, to keep himself from drowning in his grief.
Ronal used to steady him, keep him grounded. Not just in the obvious ways, even though she had done that too, with a sharp tongue and a firmer hand when needed, but in the quieter moments no one else ever saw.
She would pull him from his long list of duties when she saw him overworking himself, press food into his hands when he forgot to eat, braid his hair when his thoughts were too heavy to do it himself. As both his mate and Tsahìk, she reminded him that he was more than his burdens.
After Ronal passed… that part of his life vanished with her. He filled his days with duty, his nights with silence, convincing himself that his new way of life was enough. It had to be enough… until you.
Now, as he sits beside you, your hand still wrapped gently in his, your presence warm at his side, something that used to be dormant stirs inside him. It isn’t painful or filled with grief, but it feels like he’s been given permission to breathe after years of suffocation.
Tonowari’s thumb brushes slowly over your knuckles, his mind clearly trying to digest all the emotions this conversation has stirred up. “You have reminded me…” he starts quietly, his voice dropping a tad lower, becoming vulnerable for a moment. He pauses, searching for the right words, wanting to speak from his heart. “…that I do not have to carry everything alone.”
Your gaze softens when you hear him say that. You study his face for a moment, taking note of his quiet strength, looking within the man who has given so much of himself to others without ever asking for anything in return.
“You don’t,” you murmur gently, leaning a little more into him. You lift your free hand, resting it over where he holds your other hand, grounding him the same way he has grounded you many times before. “You have me.”
The words are few, simple, but they carry weight. Tonowari’s eyes search yours, something unspoken passing between you, something that feels strong, showing just how much the two are in love with each other.
The Olo’eyktan hand rises, warm and callous as it cups your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly along your skin, making you lean into his touch. This motion is more intentional than before, as if he’s engraving this moment into his brain, never wanting to forget the peace your presence brings him. “…I am glad.”
Tonowari’s gaze lingers on you, letting a few seconds of silence settle between you, before leaning forward, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss he gives you is nothing like the ones that happened earlier. There is no urgency in it. No sexually charged heat simmering between you. It is slow. Soft. Purely innocent.
His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache in the best way, his hand still cradling your face as if you are a precious item, requiring to be handled with gentle care.
You melt into it instantly, your hand sliding from his wrist to his forearm, grounding yourself in him, trying to keep your soul from floating out of your body from how good he’s kissing you.
After a few moments, Tonowari pulls back, but only by a breath. Giving himself just enough space to truly see you.
To take you in the way he has all evening, like he’s still trying to understand how someone as gentle, as steady, as you will become his mate in a few weeks. And how a love that’s so soft and unwavering has found its way back into a life, something he’s gone so long without.
“…Do not go back to your marui tonight.” Tonowari says. His tone shows this isn’t a command or request, but you can hear how much he wants you to say yes.
Tonowari is not a man who forces decisions, not with you. But it’s clear he wants you by his side tonight. Wants to remain in this rare, peaceful space where duty cannot reach him. And he wants you to be the center of it all.
Tonight wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed with him. You’ve shared nights before, but this somehow feels different.
Your lips part slightly, caught by the softness in his tone and vulnerability that sits through the air. A small smile forms on your lips, your head tilting just slightly as you take him in. “I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you admit, gently teasing the Metkayina, but your words are rooted in truth.
When Tonowari hears that, his lips curve, just enough for you to see the relief in his posture, and the satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” His hand slips from your cheek, only to find your waist, drawing you closer to him until there is no space left between you.
The motion is instinctive, like your place has always been here, against him. And you fit in easily, naturally, like you belong in the arms of a chief.
You settle into his side, your head resting against his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heart against your ear.
For the first time in forever, Tonowari is not thinking about his people. There is no endless pull of responsibility demanding his attention. That part of him, the Olo’eyktan, the man who bears everything for everyone, has quieted.
Not because of him deciding to take some leisure time, but because of you.
Because you saw the weight he carried and chose to ease it. Because you simply gave him space to rest. To breathe. To be held, in the same way he’s held you since your arrival to his island.
And as his fingers trace slow patterns along your skin, grounding himself in your presence, he allows himself to just be. He doesn't worry himself with any of duties or titles, other than being your betrothed.
After tonight, you and Tonowari have gathered that whatever comes next, whatever issues occur… you will face them together. Not because it is your duty as the Olo’eyktan’s significant other.
But, because you and him are two hearts that have found their way together, and you are willing to protect and cater to one another whenever it is needed, and that includes giving him an eventful day off.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… Tonowari has stretched himself thin with his Olo’eyktan duties. He is too proud to admit but you see it wearing him down, so you decide to help him prioritize self-care. While implementing one of your relaxing techniques, wanting him to loosen up, things get heated and escalate quickly. Will you and Tonowari be able to resist temptation or will you abandon the vow of no sex before marriage?
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… ᝰ Special Addition [Valentine’s Day] Chapter — fluff, smut, very suggestive content, sensual/sexual content, tension, yearning, more to be announced….
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… Tonowari has stretched himself thin with his Olo’eyktan duties. He is too proud to admit but you see it wearing him down, so you decide to help him prioritize self-care. While implementing one of your relaxing techniques, wanting him to loosen up, things get heated and escalate quickly. Will you and Tonowari be able to resist temptation or will you abandon the vow of no sex before marriage?
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… ᝰ Special Addition [Valentine’s Day] Chapter — fluff, smut, very suggestive content, sensual/sexual content, tension, yearning, more to be announced….
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Hi dollz!! I had some assignments for summer classes I had to get done yesterday so I wasn’t able to post, and I have work today so I wont be able to sit down and post but I will def be posting tmrw so stay tuned!!
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… Tonowari has stretched himself thin with his Olo’eyktan duties. He is too proud to admit but you see it wearing him down, so you decide to help him prioritize self-care. While implementing one of your relaxing techniques, wanting him to loosen up, things get heated and escalate quickly. Will you and Tonowari be able to resist temptation or will you abandon the vow of no sex before marriage?
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓… ᝰ Special Addition [Valentine’s Day] Chapter — fluff, smut, very suggestive content, sensual/sexual content, tension, yearning, more to be announced….
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I was going to do it but I decided to modify what I had planned and write an idea for Father’s w/ Tsu’tey instead!! I think it’ll be him having a father son bonding moment but idk yet.
Hello dollz!! I have some news I think some of you will enjoy hearing! Last night, I finished reading and editing the next chapter of “Found Someone Better”. It is not chapter eight just yet, but it is the special addition fic I planned for Valentine’s Day.
I know the fic is super late but trust me, the content is worth the wait. I worked hard and loved this plot so I didn’t wanna scrap it just bc Valentine’s Day has passed. This fic will show reader and Tonowari’s relationship in a new light, get some deeper insights into their chemistry, and we’ll get to see them cross barriers they never have before. This will be the most spicy fic I’ve written for the pairing so far, more spicy than their dancing scenes in chapter seven.
Since it was catered around Valentine’s Day and ik I’ve been teasing y’all about things heating up for reader and Tonowari, I decided to give y’all a little taste with this special addition.
I will be posting a little teaser scene, probably tmrw or the next day… don’t quote me. And then the official chapter should be posted sometime between this week and next week.
I can’t wait for you dollz to read bc it’s sooo good🤭!! And the word count is reallll long, 16k to be exact, so yall will have plenty to read and digest before chapter eight😭. I will be working on setting up the posts and final revisions today!
This is based on an au of @dollzstrology story 'Found Someone Better'. In this au ronal is alive and by the end of the fire and ash story she recovers. She gets to hold her baby (pril) and reader's baby (syawn).
@dollzstrology This is a thank you for being the reason I got back into avatar and started drawing again. Keep writing your stories!💖
(This is my first post here so be nice, everyone.)
Omggg this art is too cute!!! Ronal and the babies are sooo adorable🥹!! I’m imaging this being set after Ronal recovers from being shot in afaa and this is her first time holding the babies and she’s just so happy she’s alive and that her children are safe.
And I’m so so glad FSB has helped you get back into loving avatar and also drawing again!! Your fanart is always so cute and I love seeing it so thank you for creating it🫶🏾!!
I’ve been thinking about writing a Mother’s Day themed fic for Avatar but idk what character I should write about (I’ve been thinking either Tsu’tey or Jake lowkey) so I wanted to get yall opinions!! I need to start working on it asap so I need to go ahead and make a decision if I’m gonna write it in time😭. I would appreciate if all you dollz vote so I can get an idea of what to write, thank you!!
I’ve been thinking about writing a Mother’s Day themed fic for Avatar but idk what character I should write about (I’ve been thinking either Tsu’tey or Jake lowkey) so I wanted to get yall opinions!! I need to start working on it asap so I need to go ahead and make a decision if I’m gonna write it in time😭. I would appreciate if all you dollz vote so I can get an idea of what to write, thank you!!
I’ve been binge watching Avatar: The Last Airbender for the past week or so and I’m absolutely obsessed with it omggg!!
Im already into season 3. I love the storylines, characters, all the different nations, cultures, everything!! While watching some things reminded me of Avatar (James Cameron) which I loved. I’m also surprised this show was intended for kids bc in my opinion it should be more of a teen/young adult show. I can definitely see why I wasn’t really into it as a kid but as a 20 yr old I’m in love.
I can't even really pick a single fav character bc I love them all (outside of the real villains). Early in the show I don’t like how Katara tried to dismiss Sokka when he tried to tell her Jet was no good. Like her saying “Jet wouldn’t do that. You don’t know Jet.” Like girl you barely know him either, yall just met yesterday💀. Taking the word of a stranger over your own brother is crazy to me😭.
I also didn’t like how Aang tried to hide the letter/message from Katara and Sokka but i understand why he did it. He just didn’t want to be left alone, especially since he has no friends and family before them.
It was sooo sad when Aang was going back to the air temples and saw how much they changed. And the flashbacks hit hard. And when Appa was lost, that whole episode made me wanna cry😭.
I also don’t really like when Katara tries to “stop” Aang when he’s upset and about to go into avatar state. Like i understand you don’t wanna see him like that but sometimes he just needs a good crash out or two and he honestly deserves them.
I do really like the “Avatar Team” and their friendship/relationship. I like Aang and Katara’s relationship. I like Sokka and Suki as well. Even him and Yue. I’m ngl I like Mai and Zuko too.
Now that we’re talking about Zuko, I absolutely love him. His story is so deep and layered (honestly almost all the characters stories are like that😭). His scar is sooo cute. And his fight between good and evil is very entertaining. I love Iroh as well. He’s so funny and chill. I’m ngl… I would’ve let him crack bc he lowkey fine, especially in the jail scene when he’s locked up and working out. His body is too teaaa.
And why are literally all the men in this show fine?? Like Even Iroh’s son and Sokka and Katara’s dad, even fire lord Ozai could get it😭.
I’m blurting out a lot of random thoughts but in total, I love Avatar: the last airbender!! I’m lowkey thinking about buying/reading the comics.
I already have a handful of fic ideas I want to write for Zuko, I’m lowkey thinking about possibly writing one for him soon but idk yet. Keep a lookout on more information about that. I haven’t really felt any interest in writing for any other characters yet but once I finish the series and watch the new movie I’m sure I’ll think of something.
If anyone wants to talk about the show, plz feel free to comment because I have many opinions on the show and I have no one irl to talk about them with😭.
Hello! I hope you’re having a great day! I was wondering when you’ll update Found someone better? Its so good! And i’m wondering if it’s been put on hiatus! I really hope it hasn’t its so good i need the next chapter and i really wanna see what happens when you make the second part taking place in the timeline of Way of the water!
Like im curious would we be pregnant like Ronal? Would we end up like her in fire and ash? If yk yk(ngl hope not!)
I’m sorry if this is against the rules or anything, I’m just really curious! And i hope you have a great day!
Hi doll!! First off, I'm so glad your invested and loving the series!! As of right now I do not know when I will be updating 'Found Someone Better'. Not because I don't have anything written bc I have a new installment fully written, but because of school.
I am currently in the last week of classes and next week I am taking finals. This spring semester has been a lot for me, therefore I have not been writing/posting as much as I would like. The series is ongoing and not in hiatus but I have always made it clear that FSB is a slow updating series because each chapter take a lot of time to write so it could be long gaps between updates.
The next chapter I plan on posting will be my special addition valentine's day chapter. It is fully written and I am slowly working on editing/polishing it. I hope to be posting it soon, probably once I am home for the summer. I know everyone is ready for this series to continue and move towards its second phase, as do I bc I have soooo many great ideas planned but I need to get my academics taken care of first.
If you have any more questions or just wanna chat about the lore within the series always feel free because I am always happy to do that! I hope you have a good day as well🫶🏾!!
Hello! I apologise if this against the rules if it is, I’m sorry but I wanted to know if you had any Tonowari fic recommendations!
Im so serious here ive read like a good section of all of them I’m really confident in that! And i cant find any new ones! So if you have any recommendations please let me know, I would prefer ones that came out when the awotw came out because I don’t think I’ve read those yet because they’re older! Im fine with one shorts, series finished or non finished(ill just finish it in my head LMAO) i just need something! Crazy long or crazy short i don’t judge!
Again sorry if it’s against your rules and its ok if you have none!
AAAAAA nonnie can i say i'm honored you asked ME for recs?!?! i've never had someone ask me that before and i have PLENTYYYY
i love me some husband, so i recommend you these (some are newer so if you've read them sorry for re-recommending but there's nothing wrong with a reread!):
a big THANK YOU to all of the authors mentioned on my recs list!!! there are so many more in my reblogs but my blog is absolutely cluttered beyond belief so i'm sorry
for anyone starting off on tumblr you HAVE to read found someone better by @dollzstrology, it is THE tonowari fic of the millennia i promise you, it is AMAZINGGGGGGGG (suggestive, but there will be smut later)
also wrong to want you by @neteyamslovrr is so JUICYYYYY, i don't wanna spoil it but there's a lot of love twists, and in the beginning it involves ao'nung too (same as the last fic)
if you're okay with smut, @smuttyjane has good ones, like ocean, waves and aftercare
water lily and the pearl by @junebugonjupiter are PEAKKKK if you haven't read it already (paysyul is the part 2 to water lily if you like it)
the edge of you by @allysscapes was GREAT, a definite read
don't be shy, sit by @sunsents is a definite read too
the account is deactivated, but if you can you should also read this fic
the queen, the goat @pandoraslxna wrote this drabble
he chose you, didn't he by @livelaughloak
overworked by @sxftvanity is so sweet
this account was also deactivated so i only have part 2, but i fled was a good read
baby #3 by @profoundbreadzombie healed me after watching AFAA
romantic also by @junebugonjupiter
literally let me just give you @/dollzstrology's masterlist
sexy dilf alert by @desire4ella (smut, but only if you're okay with that)
iknimaya by @periprose
a drop in the ocean by @yawntumusings
battle the waves by @tamteysleftarm
this drabble by @rhinopithecusroxellana3
also! anything by @pandorasully; literally the epitome of 'short and sweet'
if you don't mind some self-promotion...i have a few that i'll recommend from yours truly
what you mean to me
you were right, my love
close the door and open up to me
so good for me
and i have like three upcoming works for him coming soon!
if you're looking for more, @neteyamurmakto has a large selection that's probably older than what i've given you, since she's been on tumblr longer than i have
Omggg thank you for tagging/recommending my series queen🤭!!! I really appreciate you showing my series love and always supporting it, it means a lot💕!!
Dollz!!! I just bought my first avatar funko pop!! I’m sooo excited!! I’ve been hunting them down for a long time, trying to find someone who’s selling them at a reasonable price and I finally found someone!!
I got the battle Neytiri funko pop, so now it’s one down and a few more to go! I plan on getting the Jake Sully and the regular Neytiri one. I will be lucky if can find the Lo’ak one at a decent price.
I’ve been working to build my avatar collection when it comes to figures and etc. so I’m glad I was able to purchase!! I can’t wait for it to be delivered🤭!!!
