THE BOY'S A LIAR [16+ Content]

THE BOY'S A LIAR — [16+ content]

pairing. ao'nung x reader

summary. "we're never doing this again." you knew your boy well. he in fact, will be doing it again. he just needed a little push.

warnings — slight smut, swearing, implied smut at the end.

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pulling away from your tight grasp, ao'nung felt his body relax as his previous overstimulated member pulled out of your slick. his cock still hardened at the sight of your juices glistening on his bone. a whimper leaving his mouth, a small whisper leaving as well. shit.

"never... again." a huff coming from ao'nung's mouth as he got up. adjusting his loincloth back on, tying the two strings together to stay latched on his small waist. his once hard bone grew soft as he stood still for a few seconds. sweat ran down your forehead as you got up as well, tying your loincloth to your much small waist as well as placing on your beaded bra.

"that is what you said yesterday, ao'nung." you smirked, walking closer to the taller figure. a finger playfully making its way on his broad shoulder. gripping your wrist tightly as he pulled you closer, placing his palms on your waist.

"i know, but that top you wore today was distracting. but i mean it this time. no more of this. tsireya wouldn't love this at all, you know this." ao'nung stated, before slapping the flesh of your ass. you let out a yelp as he smiled downward to your state.

the mention of your best friend was a way to pick at your heart strings, ao'nung knew that. fucking your best friend's older brother was something you never expected, but here you two were.

roughly, your hand quickly reached the back of his head, pulling by his hair rather harshly. you watched as his head went backward slowly, a low moan leaving his mouth. you were beyond annoyed at the boy that stood before you.

"do not speak to me with such tone as if you are not the one who's underneath me, whimpering for a single release just with the touch of my fingers. you can deny it all you like. we both know who will come crawling back all hard and in heat." each sentence was a harder tug at his hair.

disobedient was a word to call ao'nung. everything about him was disobedient. you hated his shit attitude. he spoke to you as if he isn't the one begging to release. as if he wasn't the one who quite literally begged you to be his first ever person to fuck with. you hated how he spoke to you with such a disrespectful tone in his voice. but either way, you were always to put him in his place, especially when he came back to you. yearning for your touch. yearning for you to make him feel good. you loved him when he was a mess. but the little act of him being 'tough' was something you hated. however, you were always able to tame the little bitch of yours. always.

slowly releasing him from your grip, you pushed him out of your tent. "i'll see you here again, maybe, tomorrow? or at eclipse?" you asked with a smug painting your face.

with a scoff, ao'nung already made his way off. "i'll see you never, i promise you that."

rolling your eyes at the figure, you made your way into your marui. your boy always said that, but his actions never collided well with his speech.

you had a conversation - more like eavesdropped - with some of the people in the village. overhearing the story of how the olo'eyktan's daughter, who was your best friend, who also held great responsibility, letting an outsider bond with another outsider. lo'ak and the infamous payakan.

so it was no doubt that if lo'ak was involved, then so was tsireya. additionally, if tsireya was in it, then so was your little fuck buddy; so you made the effort to dress all pretty and accidentally walk pass the olo'eyktan's hut.

as you made your way around the enormous hut, you saw the back of ao'nung's head. your eyes fell on his stripey back, his muscles slightly tense. with a simple flick of your hair, you made your way past the olo'eyktan's tent.

as you walked by, you felt the eyes of ao'nung. you felt his intense gaze, yet you chose to walk rather slowly, letting your hips move along with every step you made. paying no mind to the boy, his nose twitching at the scent you held. you rubbed the very same herbs tsireya gifted you on your neck. the very one you knew that made ao'nung go crazy while he fucked himself into you senseless. the very scent he loved to smell on your neck while you ride him, with your arms around his neck while he planted his arms around your small waist.

by the time you already made your way back to your hut, leaving his, you heard the very footsteps of ao'nung behind you. surprise, surprise.

"what the fuck was that?" you heard his voice growl as he forcefully turned you around. smirking back at his angered facials, "what was what?" you asked innocently.

"you know exactly what i am talking about." ao'nung says.

"well then, if you're so worked up about it. come and fix it in my hut, yeah?"

that being the last thing you muttered before, you both ended up in your marui pod, doing what only Eywa wished she could unsee.

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(✧ = smut, ☾ = angst, 𖦹 = fluff)

SCREAM:

(𖦹, ☾) spiderman!ethan landry - tender like a bruise 1 2 3 4,

VALENTINE'S SPECIAL

pairings. ao'nung x fem!metkayinan reader

summary. valentine's day rolls around for the metkayinan village, ao'nung takes this opportunity to finally ask his best friend to be his valentine.

warnings — implied violence, fluff, best friends to lovers

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"One, two, three, four, five..." a voice whispered. "Wait, no, fuck- one, two, three." the deep voice stuttered. Tsireya had watched her brother from behind as he counted the red and blue flowers in his grasp.

Today was valentine's day, a day where couples were able to show their love. A day where you could spoil your significant other. A day where you either get accepted as a lover or rejected; Ao'nung wanting to be the first option.

He wanted everything to be perfect for his best friend, knowing you were going through a rough time with your own family. He wanted to be a reason why you were able to find comfort. So here he was, gathering your favourite coloured flowers, along with snacks he overheard you talking about with his sister, Tsireya. And now, his favourite part of the gift, a handmade necklace with a matching arm cuff; laced with white pearls, pink seashells and a bright-green pendant in the middle. The arm cuff being marble, mixed with the colours of pink and green. Little white hearts being hand painted on all around the cuff. He could only smile at the thought of your reaction when he was able to show you your gift.

He smiled to himself proudly, finally being able to pack everything in the handmade basket he weaved a few weeks ago, with the help of Ronal and Tsireya of course.

Considering you both were close as ever since young, Ao'nung had finally come to his senses and wanted to act quick by admitting his feelings. Especially now that you were both at a mature age and grown up, he also witnessed secret admirers try their best and court you. Ao'nung definitely did not like it at all.

He was stubborn at best. And if he were to think for a second, that he'd let you be courted by anyone other than him? He'd be a very unintelligent boy.

"Oh my Eywa, finally you're done." Tsireya groaned.

"Yep! I'm going now. Bye," Ao'nung said, rushing out the tent.

"Huh? Hey- you said you were going to help me with my gift for Lo'ak! Ao'nung!"

Tsireya found it no use screaming anymore as the boy had already made his way out.

The night prior, he had told you to meet at your secret spot that you both shared. A spot you both had found while you both decided to ditch your duties and rest. A cave almost, with a body of water where you can relax and swim, and hard flooring with moss and stones. It wasn't the best spot at first, but over the few months, you both made it a chore to clean up and decorate it with things you loved. The rocks were replaced with pillows stolen from each other's huts, as well as blankets. A handmade wooden table and shelf that held shells you had found on the beach together. Bioluminescent paint had decorated the plain dark rocks. Finger painted doodles had made their way on the walls of the cave.

The Metkayinan teenager had hope you arrived a bit later than he did, as he still wanted to check the cave and fix a few things. He roamed around the cave, placing the gift basket onto the table before making his way toward the mini pillow fort he made earlier. He sighed, his nerves weren't helping with how he was feeling at all.

Before he could get up, smaller hands slapped against his shoulders pushing him down onto the soft blankets.

"Nung!" Your voice rung, giggling.

Ao'nung couldn't help but smile. Instantly turning around and grabbing you by your waist and plopping your figure on his waist.

"Yawne. You came."

"Yeah, well you asked me to come, so..." you smiled shyly, hiding the heavy blush on your face.

He smiled hugging you, hiding his head in your shoulder, small pecks on your neck. Wrapping both of your arms around his neck, while you chuckled softly when he did whatever as he pleased.

This type of affection between you two was never something you talked about. It was a casual thing for the both of you, seeing as you were close as ever. It first started off when you decided to sit on his lap without warning him, so he casually wrapped his arms around your waist while whispering jokes into your ear. From then on, being this close to your best friend was casual, though villagers thought you were being courted by Tonowari's son.

"I apologise if I'm a bit late, I got stuck in the village. I ran into Kä'ey on my way here," You paused, fiddling with your fingers.

Silence ran through the air as Ao'nung laid his chin on your shoulder.

"What did he want?"

You fiddled with the curly ends of your hair that fell forward, "He asked to be my valentine, but I said no."

Hearing this, Ao'nung moved back, now facing you as you stared at him.

"Why is that?" Ao'nung asked, testing her.

"Because we are each other's valentine every year. You're my best friend, he is not." Saying this, he noticed the way your lips formed into a thin line. The way your mouth had begged your mind to say more, but you kept quiet. "What else is in that mind of yours, flower?" He asked.

"It is stupid." You tried stalling, getting up, but to no avail, he gripped both sides of your hips and forcefully placed you back down onto his lap. One hand placed on your thigh, while the other made its way at the back of your neck.

You were keeping something and he did not like it one bit. You both had a friendship where you shared everything. Seeing you so quiet now, it made him think you were hiding something. Hiding something from him.

"Tell me. What is bothering you? Did he say something else?"

You huffed. Your breathing patterns went from from fast to slow, trying to compose yourself.

"The way he asked," you looked up at him as he waited for you to continue. "It was as if he asked to court me."

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He clearly remembered a few days ago when he told most boys, mainly Kä'ey, that he was going to court you and telling them to stay away from you. His anger bubbled inside, only staying calm when he found you looking at him.

"But that isn't what's bothering me. I just.." You trailed off.

"Every year, we're each others valentines as best friend. But when he asked, it made me realise I wanted more. I wanted more of us." Your heart fluttered as you tried your best getting out the words.

"I nearly said yes when he did but I said no. But the main reason I did so, was because I imagined him as you. I imagined it was you asking me to be courted. I just- I'm not sure how to say it, but forever, I've always wanted us to be more than just friends."

You continued to ramble on as the boy you sat on kept quiet. A rush of adrenaline had gone to his cheeks, his face turning purple. And without hesistation, he grabbed your face with both of his palms, placing his lips on your soft ones. Your lips moved in sync with his, the longing kiss going slow. The way his lips moved against yours was perfect.

Soon after, you eventually pulled away gasping for air. When you pulled away, Ao'nung adored your flustered state. Your cheeks turning into a dark shade of purple.

"I never knew you felt the same way, Yawne. I have wanted something like this to happen since forever."

"Really?"

"Really."

He said finally, pecking your lips for the last time. "But before I ask you to be mine," He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to get off. Doing so, he got up and strolled over to the table. "I got you something." He smiled.

"Nung, we agreed on no gifts for each other." You frowned, looking at the basket he held.

"That was an agreement we made when we were best friends."

"Were?"

"Yep. When we were best friends," He said again, sitting down beside you, setting the basket in front of you. Pulling you closer with one arm on your waist, his free hand on your jawline, making you face him. "But now, will you be mine, Y/N?"

You gave him a small smile before leaning in closer to him, pecking his nose. You nodded when backing away. "You are mine as I am yours." He said lastly said, before going for another kiss. A longer kiss that may have involved a bit of muscle.

When the night ended and Ao'nung walked you back to your pod, you gave him a little peck before running into your tent with a giggle. He chuckled lightly and made his way in the opposite direction of your tent. Except, he didn't walk back to his own marui. Instead, he walked over to a tent that belonged to a 'friend' of his, Kä'ey. The stupid bastard he specifically told not to make a move on his now girlfriend.

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Courting

characters: neteyam, lo’ak, tsireya, ao’nung, rotxo

gender neutral reader

content warning: fluff

synopsis: how they court you

neteyam

mainly hunts and fishes for you

it’s something that not only displays his skill and gives a reason as to why he would be a good mate but also provides for you and acts as a gift

he wanted to court you in the most efficient way possible, while still showing he cared

he also wanted to be traditional

delivers his kills with a beaming smile

softly compliments your hair, your eyes, your clothing, your jewelry, anything and everything

this was also something that was thought through

he was worried that while hunting for you was very effective, it wasn’t personal enough

so he makes sure to compliment you to make up for the lack

you hear a loud thud behind you and slightly jump. upon turning around you see neteyam proudly smiling over yet another skinned, cut, deboned, and nicely packaged animal. you can always tell how much effort he puts into delivering them to you, making sure you have to put minimal effort into preparing them to be eaten. you grin at his gift.

“another? at this rate i will have enough meat to feed the entire clan,” an exaggeration of course. he was very careful not to give you too much so that none was wasted.

“yes another,” he still wears his bright smile, though now it’s more lovey. his yellow eyes lock with yours, the soft look in them causing a calming warmth to flow through your body, “it gives me an excuse to visit the most beautiful being in the village.”

your smile widens as you lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. he hums in content and subconsciously leans toward you.

“you still do not have to hunt for me as often as you do neteyam. i appreciate it very much, but i don’t want to keep you,” now standing chest to chest with him.

“hush. i must show you that i am a good provider. and seeing you always makes my days better.”

pulling back, you speak once more, “you will see me a lot more once we are mates,” you smile smugly at his wide eyes. darting just out of his reach when he comes to his senses, moving to grab you, and giggling as he pulls you into his chest by your waist.

lo’ak

gives you trinkets and gifts

they’re always personal

your favorite color, your favorite smell, your favorite flower

it shows he listens and retains what you tell him

will come up to you after hunting or flying and give you a flower or pretty rock he found

he eats up your exited and grateful face after he presents the small gifts to you

he will occasionally hunt for you, but he can tell by your reactions that you appreciate the thoughtful gifts more

he also makes sure to spend lots of time with you

he wants you to know he’s there for you

a give the love you want to receive type

you could tell from the exited speaking and sound of flapping ikran wings that the hunting party had returned. you elect to finish your task before going to greet them. just as you’re wrapping up, you hear footsteps approaching you. you think nothing of it until a beautiful rock, appearing to have glittering crystals embedded in it, is placed on top of your workspace. when you lift your eyes you see lo’ak. standing before you, still decked in his hunting garb with a soft smile on his face. you can’t help the smile that grows on your own.

“thank you lo’ak, it’s breathtaking.”

“i am glad you like it,” he moves to sit next to you. staring at your expression as you turn the rock over in your hands. “i found it when tracking in the woods, i thought you would enjoy it.”

“i do. i must find a place for it where it stands out,” your eyes leave the gift for a moment to lock with his before you turn to rest your head on his shoulder. still rotating the rock to admire it from every angle.

he speaks after a few moments of silence, “how has your day been?”

you softly laugh at the question, “i should be asking you that, you were the one who went hunting. i have just been here all day.” you twist your head, still resting on his shoulder, to look at his face.

“still, i want to hear about it.”

“only if you tell me about yours after,” you propose.

“done.”

his soft expression never leaves as you tell him about your uneventful day. assuring himself that he will officially ask you to be his mate soon.

tsireya

makes you matching jewelry

emphasis on matching

she weaves you colorful bracelets and intricate necklaces

she sews you beaded arm bands and carves charms out of wood

she spends hours upon hours perfecting every detail to make sure it’s perfect for you

and when she gifts it to you she always has her own on

“i thought it would be cute if we matched”

it fills her with pride to see that every day you wear at least one of the pieces she has made for you

it also makes her a tad bit happy that if others pick up on the fact that you match they may know you are taken (almost) but she will never admit that

“dearest!”

recognizing the sweet voice you smile. your eyes search the beach until they land on tsireya, practically skipping her way over to you with her hands behind her back. you know what that means, and your smile widens at the realization.

you speak once she is only a few feet from you, “hi tsi!”

“close your eyes,” she says as she moves to kneel across from you.

having done this more times than you can count, you instantly do as she says. preparing for her to place whatever jewelry she has made for you wherever its supposed to rest on your body. you feel her cool fingers on your skin as she gently ties a necklace around you neck. quickly followed by a soft, “do not open them yet.” and of course, you do as told. this is typically when she puts her own jewelry on, not wanting to spoil the surprise before giving you yours. “now you may open them!”

the excitement in her voice makes a soft warm feeling flow through you. opening your eyes and looking down at yourself, you spot the necklace. at the center rests a sun shaped charm carefully carved out of wood. the string on the necklace is lined with very small yellow and teal beads, and evenly spaced from the center are two smaller sun charms. you look up to find her own necklace is almost the same, only with moon charms instead of suns and dark blue instead of yellow beads.

“you always tell me that i am like the sun. and i feel that if i am the sun then you are my moon, so i thought it would be nice to have something to remind us of each-other when we are apart,” she explains.

touched, you quickly pull her in for a tight hug. you bury your face in the crook of her neck before speaking, “it is so beautiful tsireya. i do not think i will ever take it off. thank you.”

“of course dearest. anything for you.” and you don’t have to look up to know that she is beaming with joy and love.

ao’nung

flirts with you. like a lot

like every time he sees you

winking, lingering touches, compliments. you name it, he does it

which would be a great indicator of his interest if he wasn’t a natural flirt

he is much much more flirty with you than others

but you don’t pay enough attention to the flirting to notice because you’ve already written it off in your head

but, the moment he realized his feelings for you he began working on a gift

a beautiful headpiece with pearls and small shells swirled in intricate patterns

but he spoke not a word of it to you until he presented it

you stood in the secluded part of the beach ao’nung had asked you to meet him, wide eyed, lips parted, as you stare at the most gorgeous headpiece you’ve ever seen that he holds delicately between his fingers and extends out to you. his confidence begins to chip away with every moment you stand there saying absolutely nothing. honestly he doesn’t know if you’re still breathing.

he clears his throat and rolls his shoulders, “if you do not like it you do not have to accept it,” he speaks, beginning to pull the headpiece away.

this snaps you out of your trance. you let out a sharp squeak that sounds like “no!” and pull his hand back by his wrist. wary to touch the beautiful object he holds. “i..i was just surprised…”

you finally look at his face to find him staring at you like you’re the stupidest thing on the island. “hah?!? what do you mean ‘you were surprised’? i made my feelings for you very clear!” his face slightly flushes at the end of his sentence, his tone is accusatory but still much softer than you’ve heard him speak to others.

you smile a bit at his flustered face but try to suppress it to save his feelings, as you know he will be embarrassed. “i…guess i did not pick up on it. i am sorry,” you stroke your thumb where it rests against the inside of his wrist, “the headpiece is beautiful, i love it. could you please put it on me?”

his confident smile is back. he tugs you closer to him with his free hand, forcing you to bump into his chest. he tilts your head up and gently places the headpiece, that looks suspiciously like a crown, on your head. he holds your face in his hands once it’s in the correct position and places a kiss on your forehead, “beautiful.”

rotxo

he constantly checks up on you

he also brings you things he thinks you might need, and does small things for you so you don’t have to

if you have been working all day and he thinks you may not have had time to eat he will visit you to bring you food and make sure you rest

he will style your hair for you if he notices you’re tired

it really shows that he cares for you and your well being

that would have been more than enough for you to say yes to being his mate on its own

but how he officially asks you is by taking you to a small area on the island where he goes to be alone

sharing a spot so precious to him with someone makes him feel very vulnerable, but he thinks you’re worth it

you stare in awe at the beautiful bioluminescent glow of the plant life surrounding the small pool and below the surface of the water. when rotxo had asked you to join him for a walk so he could, in his words, “talk to you about something important” you didn’t expect him to take you somewhere like this.

“what do you think?” you could hear the nervousness in his voice

your voice is breathy when you answer him, “it…it is so stunning.” you lightly brush you hand along the plants lining the rocks.

after a few moments, you come back to reality. slowly turning to him while your eyes still dance along the glowing life, “what was it you wanted to talk about?” your eyes finally landed on him at the end of your sentence, and you found yourself smiling at how nervous he looked. you took his hands in yours, “what do you look so nervous for?” you tilt your head, teasing smile on your face, “you know i do not bite.”

“i-i know! i just- i am not sure how you are going to react.”

“if this is about what i am almost positive you would only take someone to a place this close to your heart for, then you have nothing to worry about.”

you can see the tension leave his shoulders as he releases a long sigh. meeting your eyes with a much more relaxed expression and a loving smile.

and you think, this boy is going to be the death of me.