#atwow rotxo

[cyren-myadd]

Don't worry, Spider walked it off

[nikyu0]

An old timeskip Kiri and Rotxo doodle I finally finished! :]

[yawntu]

Tsyeym

A/N: Yo I thought I posted this last night, took shrooms. Finally just woke back up came and checked and was like no way no one has interacted w this fic and then realized i never pressed post. Rotxo deserves more love so I decided in a little fic for him. Switch x Switch couples are just my cup of tea. This is not my fav but I am a sucker for love and romance. It’s grammarly proofread but not beta read 🤭 (might be looking for another beta reader)

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader, platonic!Ao’nung x f!Reader (briefly)

word count: ~8k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Size kink, stomach bulge, face sitting(f!receiving), Cunnalingus, Cumswaping maybe?, Spit, he’s a messy eater you can’t tell me otherwise, beach sex, Jealous!Rotxo, he’s just so sweet and pretty, Unprotected, love taps on your butt, “girl” is used, it’s pretty soft for the most part, he’s obsessed and def a simp

na’vi glossary: sayrìp : handsome, skxawng : moron, tsyeym : treasure / precious

Playfully scrapping had become increasingly popular amongst your friend group since you had been introduced to each other's cultures all those years ago. It was commonplace to play amongst yourselves. Just earlier in the evening you and Ao’nung had just almost spoiled your dinner by shoving each other's faces into the sand after a slap-boxing horseplay over some crustacean turned into a rather enthralling spar that had both of your fathers rooting for and coaching from an imagined sideline (and mothers who were doing more yelling and hooting in excitement then offering tactical advice).

Rotxo had even watched in amusement as it seemed Ao’nung had succeeded in neutralizing you with a knee on your back. Unfortunately, Ao’nung had been a fool and got off of you to turn to his father with a grin. It took you only seconds for you to contort yourself into a crouch and launch yourself into the back of his legs sending him forward onto his knees. His shock gave you enough time to maneuver both of your palms onto the back of his head and dramatically push his face right down into the sand,

“That is for punching me,”

And Rotxo couldn’t help the pang of jealousy at the fact that your pretty thighs straddle his best friend's back. Or the fact that jealousy grew into a painful lump in his throat when Ao’nungs arm hooks behind him to support your frame as he almost barrel rolls half onto his back to pin your thigh under his body and halt your assault with a laugh.

All your family and friends are laughing at the two of you, and your mothers coo as they watch you wipe sand off of Ao’nungs face. Rotxo couldn’t stop the bitter resentment that bubbled in his chest at the sight. He hated feeling this way. He hated the way you made him feel not quite like himself.

Which is why he does his very best at keeping it hidden. Not that it’s hard for him to forget the resentment he feels for you the second you give him your attention. Even only hours after the disgusting display of affection with his best friend. When you kindly ask him to accompany you on a walk he can’t even think about how upset he had been. Even now while your chiding voice disrupts the peacefulness of your walk and the beauty of the light beginning to set over the reef.

“You’re mad because I will not spar with you?”

He cuts off your words. The duck of the young warrior's head, so he could speak to you face to face as you walked down the beach only insults you more. Had he been on the side closest to the soft waves you’d have no doubt shoved him onto his ass into the assaulting water. Obviously that is what you were angry about-

“Is it because I cheat when I fight Ao’nung? If he is so stupid as to keep turning his back on me after all this time then he is at fault,”

You sound genuinely confused as you try desperately to make sense of why Rotxo would rough house with Lo’ak or Neteyam and even Kiri but not you. It’s funny how conceited you sound even as you’re practically bouncing next to him and pestering him like a bug. Rotxo knew a little better than most though regarding the inner workings of your mind. It wasn’t that you were conceited- you were just stupidly confident. He didn’t doubt, however, that one way or another your small frame would beat him simply because he knew you wouldn’t dare give up until you did.

“Besides the fact that I vividly remember when you bit Tinangey in the cheek,” Rotxo try’s to defend his unwillingness to hit you with an annunciation to his story by holding two of his second knuckles to the apex of your cobalt cheek. Long, thick fingers curled against your glowy skin. The same place you had bitten the longed-haired, round-faced, barely tolerable boy all those years ago when you fought. Though in your defense Ao’nung and the group of boys had started a very real fight, and you had only followed in your brother's shadow of retribution.

“And I happen to hit much harder than Ao’nung does,” he adds.

For a second, Rotxo feels like he exudes your same confidence. It’s not an unwarranted comment, however. Ao’nung was less than a head taller than him, but Rotxo had grown into quite an impressive specimen. Wide and as immovable as the waves that crashed outside of the reef you do not venture past. That was more than half the reason why you wanted to spar with the Talioang of a man so terribly.

“You are no fun,”

He can’t help but frown at your words. He knows you aren’t serious- would you spend as much time with him if you did not find entertainment in him? The same insecurity that causes resentment to bubble in his stomach rears its ugly head once more. For a second he feels like he could believe that you had been aware of how he felt and that you used him for validation.

“You should be more thankful to me,” he chides, baring his fangs slightly in a half grinned snarl, “that I refuse to knock any more brain cells out of you,”

You complain he doesn’t horseplay with you the way the others do, but at this moment he organically wraps one palm around the back of your head to pull you into him slightly, so he could cruelly rub his knuckles against the crown of your head.

Because he does roughhouse with you. Rotxo always played with you. Was always there to entertain you because the idea of other men wrapping their hands around the pliable flesh of your flowing form made the ugliest parts of him surface. If it wasn’t Rotxo entertaining you it was your siblings or his best friend. As he had not made any formal claim towards you out of his nerves, unfortunately, had to tolerate it regarding his future Olo'eyktan.

You’re just a terrible little cretin that found delight in the chaos you left in your wake. It’s why you, Lo’ak, and Kiri get into so much trouble. It’s why you poked at Ao’nung. He can swear there’s a part of you that does it just to cause strife in his heart.

He can’t be bothered with pondering over the legitimacy of his accusation partially out of fear that he’s projecting, and perhaps you are just like Ao’nung. Though mostly it’s because of course you are swatting your delicate little hand at him and grumbling about how you’re smarter than him and that he was the stupid one to think otherwise.

It’s endearing how you walk backward as the two of you playfully bicker and fight. Though like always- Rotxo is catching your intended slaps and redirecting your arms to swoop past him. Sometimes even grabbing at your forearms so you can’t help but be pulled around haphazardly by him.

“You are so fucking annoying,”

Your shriek comes as Rotxo almost effortlessly maneuvered you to spin forward and walk ahead of him, while he pinned your arms across your chest. You both stumble over each other's feet as you can’t help but laugh over the fact that he’s made your arms an effective straight jacket. You wiggle and writhe and it halts his walking while you try to dig your heel into the top of his foot. It only results in one of your wrists being let go of and you being spun around like a toy by him.

He had half let you stumble while he used the momentum of your arms to spin you, but he was quick to grab hold of your other wrist, propping you right up.

You were out of breath from the game but you were thankful for the view he presented you with. The violets and oranges of sunset suited the aquamarine of his skin. Dancing between the intricate tidal markings on his body, and forcing your eyes to dance across the defined arms, chest, and neck that were covered in bold black lines. You feel a little silly, being so flustered before him with your whole face purpled. You can help it because he looks pretty at the moment. Absolutely beautiful like always. Like no one you had ever seen before.

Rotxo is quick to heave you up in the air and shake you around. Ruining the view that had just begun to calm you down. Riling you into hysteric laughter while playing with you as if you weighed nothing. You shake in his arms and toss your body around like a mad-woman and you’re cackling just like one.

When he begins to feel merciful you land on your feet, with his arms still pining your hands and arms against your ribs that are rapidly rising and falling. With the welcomed breaths you instantly go back to chastising him.

“That is not sparring, fish-boy! You were just being an imbecile.”

You’re snapping an arm fee so you can poke him in the chest. He can’t help but roll his eyes at your attempt and take your hand to lightly ‘smack’ your face with it.

“You are ridiculous,”

He tried to emphasize his words with a similar assault by your other hand but you offered resistance,

“If you just took me seriously I-“ you’re cut off as you struggle to keep him from playfully making you hit yourself. Thrashing your head around wildly. And he’s just laughing above you because he thinks it’s stupid that you assume he just thinks you can’t fight and that’s why he won’t spar with you. For Eywas sake he watches you win regularly.

It’s like you could read his mind without tsaheylu and the mention of your victories emboldened you. He hadn’t even noticed your leg raise to wrap around his locked knee leisurely supporting his weight while he tormented you.

He had buckled backward under the weight of his massive frame embarrassingly quickly. You had expected him to let go of your wrists as he fell, but he did not. Opting to drag you down into the sand with him.

He tries to control the mauve that dances across his skin but this is the reason he didn’t spar with you. He can tell himself it’s because he hates seeing you get hit, and that his heart breaks and chokes him any time he thinks about striking you even in that situation.

He knows however, it’s because he can’t be this close to you. He can already feel his ears perking up towards you and his eyes relaxing while he stares up at you. How pretty. Your sapphire skin was dazzling under the cool violets and dwindling oranges of an almost completely set sun. The stars had even begun to twinkle behind you between the other shining moons.

“You are the worst,” your pants finally die down, to match your soft glare,

“Is that so?” His cheeks dimple as he grins wildly up at you as you adjust to straddle his chest more comfortably.

“Yes. I swing at you and you don’t even try to hit me back.”

And there’s another attitude laced plop to his chest. More follow as you use said pops to enunciate your following words,

“You just toss me around like I am useless and cannot fight! You know I can. Yet you only fight my brothers, how are you meant to get better if you don’t-“

He stops listening to your scoldings. He doesn’t care what you’re saying when his heart beats against your inner thighs. When he can feel the pudge of your hips practically pooling on him begging for him to grab at it. Why couldn’t you connect the dots? Why were you so stupid? He can’t help but laugh at you, there’s even a bit of a bitter snide behind it. Even though he thinks it’s endearing how badly you wanted to prove yourself to him. He cuts you off abruptly,

“Go and fight with Ao’nung,”

And it’s got your pretty siren eyes widening at his words.

“What does he have to do with anything,”

The sight of his sea-foam eyes rolling into the back of his head has your snarl fixed down at him,

“Can’t step on the Olo'eyktan’s toes can I? Huh?”

He has an expression you’ve never seen cross his face before. Not on Rotxo’s. Not the sweet boy who you had spent so much time with,

“What are you talking about, Ro?”

Ro. You dare call him Ro at a time like this. It makes him sit up on in elbow, grabbing at the top of your now elevated thigh,

“What do you mean what am I talking about? Why do you need to spar with me when you can practice with him? Unless it’s just some weird mating thing you guys have going on-”

He’s never seen your face screw up quite like it is now. Red-faced at his accusation not out of embarrassment but out of anger. Angry that he’d made such a brazen accusation. The first outbreak from Rotxo leaves you stumbling over how to answer him, and you notice he looks hurt at your stunned silence.

“Yeah, ‘course that’s what it is. You make it quite obvious-“ and you feel him start to move under you- probably to get up and apologize and tell you you had to walk back to the village now because even with the hurt salted embarrassment he feels now he’d never leave you to walk back alone. Never let you be in danger. You know that and it makes you more upset,

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t make it obvious. I am not your fucking ilu- you do not know what I’m thinking.”

Your left hand reaches for the wrist of the hand that holds your thigh while your right pointer and middle fingers aim down at him accusingly.

“So you have no interest in him?”

Rotxo is speaking faster than usual. A trait you had noticed followed Rotxo anytime he was too hyped up. He was the softest boy you had ever known yet the gentle buzz of adrenaline that leaked out of his too-quick breaths reminded you that he was in fact a Metkayina warrior.

“Mhmm,”

You’re honestly surprised it has taken you this long to notice the mutual affection he had harbored for you. Blinded by your insecurities, the sight of him frantic over the idea of your affection belonging to someone else made you squirm.

“I suppose he would be a fine mate now that you mention it-” and you smile down at him, hoping he knows you’re kidding. That you just don’t know how to talk about your feelings “considering no one else seems to be all that interested in me,”

And you feel him go ridged under you, round eyes fixated on your own. You think he’s annoyed a little bit, staring dumbfounded at you. But you feel his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh.

“Was this your plan? Torment me into doing what you want?”

You don’t know if it’s the chill of the eclipses sea breeze or the fact that Rotxo’s voice was as modulated, deep, and mesmerizing as always, yet his face held the same intense stare that the Metkayina warriors were renowned for. You’re embarrassed at the way you twitch as he props both hands on your thighs and adjusts himself back into laying straight back.

“Nu-uh, but is it working?” And you're purring above him, flicking your tail across his stomach. It only added to the overstimulated feeling throbbing at the front of Rotxo’s skull. An uncomfortable pendulum swinging him between ecstasy at the sight of your pretty form sat on his chest and misery over the fact that he still couldn’t shake the insecurity that you were toying with him.

“No-“ He curses a crack in his voice with a swallow, “I will just stay tormented,”

His hands are warm as they paw at the top of your thighs. He can’t help but feel like he’s on fire at your position, at least the sand was starting to cool in the dark. It helped keep him from sweating below you even as he pants at the sight above him. Your knees are pushed under his arms and nestled against his ribs and he worries you can feel his heart pounding. You made the air hang hot around his head.

You’re nervous at how intense his dusk sullen aqua eyes maintain their contact with you but he doesn’t have a choice- if you scooted up less than a foot you’d be sat right on his face- there’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

“Lost in thought?”

He cringes at your voice. Not knowing how you always get him like this. How you always have the high ground. He doesn’t know why he’s honest with you,

“I do not want you to fight with Ao’nung like that anymore.”

And you grin at him and place your palm on his cheek,

“Is that so? That means you will spar with me now?”

He couldn’t wrap his head around your obsession with being hurt? Did you pester everyone to fight with you like this? The thought makes his body move on reflex, craning his neck enough to open his mouth wide and comp down onto the exposed skin of your thigh. You bounce on his chest, pulling at his hair back with a whine in response.

“If you are jealous you can just say so you do not have to bite me, you child.”

He can only smile because it’s his hair you’re yanking at. You’re sitting on him and-

“I’m not jealous. Not in this moment anyways,”

One of his hands slides up your hunched forward torso, and he’s pulling you down by the woven fabric of your top. You’re not sure if he’s pulling you down to kiss him. You figure with the state of things though a kiss wasn’t an unwelcome advance, and you’re not surprised when his head lifts to kiss you back.

It’s better than any silly fantasy you had ever let yourself drift into because he’s warm and real and he’s kissing you like you’re fragile because he wants you to feel safe enough to be fragile. He wouldn’t have wasted so much time becoming a competent warrior if it wasn’t to keep you safe.

“How could you think I’d want to share a brain with Ao’nung huh? I’d kill myself.” you smile against his lips, “as if I’d ever want him over you,”

And he knows you’re not lying to him as the fluff of your tail tickles against a throbbing vein in his lower stomach. How could you be lying when you’re hunched over uncomfortably while you straddle him just so you could purr into a kiss? His big hands cradling your cheeks makes you ignore the ache in your spine, and you thank Eywa he’s so big as to add ease to the position.

By some stroke of luck, his hand travels down your spine as if to soothe the ache while your tongues swirled against each other. Despite the trembling ache that plagued your lower stomach at the endearing turn of events, Rotxo kisses you, softly. As if you’re not dying for him. Even though you straddle him his chest and move against him to relieve the pressure he inflicts on you. You’re very obviously making out with him. Willingly letting his mouth explore yours at his own pace. You can’t help but slide down his torso so you could lay on top of him properly.

You couldn’t get over how wide you still had to spread your legs to straddle his waist. Even though you laid over him caging his body under yours he engulfed you. You need to breathe far earlier than he does, and he finds it cute how you huff against his lips to catch your breath.

“You’re not going to let Ao’nung touch you anymore, ya?”

And he can’t help the dopey pitch of his voice as he catches your lips in a quick kiss. Not when you’re beaming down at him.

“Only if you touch me instead,”

You sound so coy considering you’re giggling above him. And when you enunciate your words with another kiss he can’t help the obnoxious chortle that leaves his lips- that’s until you bite at his bottom lip slightly,

“You are too bossy,”

But he kisses you the way you want him to. Pushing his nose against yours. He doesn’t think he can like anything more until he feels your hips grind against the lower abs of his stomach- that tighten and flex at the feeling of your now twitching core.

The confidence the both of you had mutually worked up to had you lost in your own world. You know it’s unbecoming of you both to be caught in such a situation but you had enough confidence in your privacy and even less confidence in your own self-control to do anything about it.

“Sit on my face,” it comes out as a gaspy whisper between your clanking teeth while you grind against him, “Let me take care of you instead,”

It makes you whimper above him and he swears it’s some sort of nirvana.

“I-I’ve never-” and you are mad at how wet the inside of your mouth is and yet it still offers no solace to the lump in your throat

“No’ gonna make you,”

You’re not sure if the sound of him slurring into your mouth makes you moan or the fact that your tail finds and runs across his erect member behind you.

“Obviously want you to,” and his palm is on your cheek, “wanted you on my mouth since you plopped down on me,”

He’s kissing you between his words and you know he means it. You can hear it in his voice. He just about died of excitement when he felt you propping yourself up on your knees.

Now that you’re back up he can admire your pretty body once again. He thinks this is the first time he’s ever seen you not take the lead. It made him blush- realizing how shy you had suddenly become. He’s gentle when he reaches for your thigh again, sliding up until his fingers reach the fabric of your tweng,

“Can I?”

You wondered how the sun would rise in the morning when it was trapped in his smile. Looking up at you as if you were Eywa herself. How could he possibly think you don’t want him to untie it?

You don’t know how to say yes without embarrassing yourself, so you do what any rational woman would do when the love of their life was laid between their legs. You reach up to the fabric tie of your beaded top, and let it fall from your body, plopping down in the sand next to you.

You can’t ignore the throb that plagues you at the widening of his eyes, how they instantly drop to your breasts. The only cover from his eyes are the few strands of hair.

You’re almost shocked at his fumbling fingers. Too excited to uncover you and too large for the delicate fabric, yet like all things that required a gentle hand- Rotxo succeeded at his task quickly. Obediently you let his palms guide your hips up. He is rewarded with one more sway of your tail over his quickly hardening length as tosses your bottoms in the opposite direction of your top.

You're breathing heavily when he cranes his neck to look at your most intimate flesh,

“Oh, Eywa,”

He can feel himself leaking all over his stomach at the sight of your bare cunt against his torso, and the warm feeling of you dripping could drive him to madness.

“C’mere, give me you.”

You listen of course. He feels bad that he likes you best like this. Tentatively crawling up his large chest to place your legs on the side of his head.

He doesn’t feel bad for enjoying the view of you hovering above his face. He can’t believe he had done this. He can’t believe you’re swollen, sticky, and wet for him.

His hands are wrapping around the fat of your thighs to pull you into open-mouthed kisses against your thighs. You’re mad it feels so good- he’s not even touched you and yet your thighs twitch where he kisses.

You reward him with a real moan at the quick swipe of his tongue from the bottom of your leaking hole right across your clit. Though he didn’t truly know what he was doing, he knew what he wanted to do. That was enough. You seemed to like what he was doing regardless. He likes kissing you. Feeling the way your lips twitch against his. His tongue finds a comfortable rhythm exploring your folds. You tasted like nothing he had ever eaten before. He couldn’t compare you to anything else- and there wasn’t a thing in Pandora he’d rather in his mouth.

Though you're panting and wiggling your hips in front of his face he still wants to give you more. Wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and take care of you the way you should be taken care of. He doesn’t know why he has such a need to take care of you, especially since you had caused him so much grief. He knows you’re more than willing and capable of handling him mating you without any of this - but he can’t help it. He wants to spoon-feed the world to you; do everything for you. Even if it means doing all the work to get that pretty pussy of yours to cum in his mouth.

His desire to take care of you is probably why one of his big hands finds your hips. Why it slides across your smooth skin and his thumb hooks under your tail to push you down and forward onto his wanting mouth.

“I said sit-” he speaks into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making you clench your stomach.

He can feel his dick jump at the way you cry at the feeling of him grinding your sensitive pussy against his wanting mouth, legs clamping down against his blood-rushed ears. When he finally slides his tongue into your twitching hole again he can’t help but reach down to squeeze at the base of his throbbing dick. Just for a second, he could pretend you were clamping down on his cock and not his rapidly exploring tongue. You’re too busy following along with the motion Rotxo’s hand around your tail provides for you to notice what he’s doing, however. When you’re so blissed out that you lean back to brace your hands onto his chest he can’t help but take in the sight of your thrown-back head. Your hair was behind you now and he could watch the night sky illuminate the swell of your breasts. He can’t be bothered to feel bad at watching you so vulnerable and unaware when he’s the one to cause it.

With the added space of you leaning off of him slightly, he was able to drag his face across your leaking cunt as if he were a starved animal ripping into a meal.

You feel dirty- for the way your head quickly snaps forwards to watch the way he shakes his head back and forth between your legs. There’s no hiding the mess below you at this point. The twinkling night does little to hide the slick connecting you to him. And you feel yourself leak even worse when his relaxed eyes blink open and he catches you staring at him. When he slows his movements to take in the look on your face.

“Ro- don’t- Rotxo-“

Embarrassment is evident in your voice despite the fact he feels like his face is burning brighter than yours. He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re sitting on his face, you’re letting him eat you out.

He wraps his lips around his new favorite part of your body, sucking the nerve into his mouth with a cruel pop. Kissing it after you cry out,

“You feelin' good?”

His words are soft, as you feel his thumb caress the underside of your tail. You only try to sit back down on his face with a wiggle of your hips. Rotxo has finally found a happy middle ground where he felt confident with you, however. Gripping your tail tighter to keep your greedy cunt off of his face.

“Answer me,”

And with his words comes a gentle graze of his sharp teeth against the pulsating sticky skin of your clit. He’s never heard you make the noise that responds to his assault. A cry or a hiss he wouldn’t know- but it was his new favorite sound. He’s only licking you- it’s only at the work of his tongue that your legs are shaking so prettily on his cheeks.

“Yes- yes you know I am-“ You start, “can you keep going now?”

It’s the fake polite voice you use that makes him scoff. He finds it endearing how badly you try to grind yourself against him in the same rhythm he had previously helped you with. But with his grip on your tail, and the punishingly slow strokes of his tongue against your slit you stayed bubbling on the edge. You’ve never been so pliable for anyone before, he thinks. He’s never seen you so whiney over anything.

“Rotxo please!”

Your please is a little too mean. It wasn’t you asking him to make you feel good. You were being bossy and rude. Red face screwed up in frustration as if you had still been scolding him for the fact he wouldn’t hit you. Maybe it’s why his other hand leaves your hip for a second to swat at the fat of your ass.

Between you sidling forward onto his face, and the fact that your pretty little tail wagged across his painfully hardened cock he couldn’t help but moan right into you.

The guttural moan of his deep voice sends a shock wave up your body that has one hand digging into the sand next to his head and the other hand pulling at the mess of curls on top of his head. Maybe he understood your annoyance at his stubborn desire to hold back before. Because right now you are doing the same.

All he wanted was for you to cum. So one hand returned to your pretty tail to help you grind your clit against his face. It was cute how you tensed at the feeling of the tip of his fingers that had risen up against the hole that so willingly leaked all over him. You don’t even give him a chance to ask if you’re okay with it before you sink back into his fingers, ruining the kiss Rotxo had just begun assaulting your clit with.

The sight of spit connecting his swollen lips to your cunt, and the feeling of one of his finger reaching deeper in you than you had ever been able to touch makes you tremble above him. He’s rocking you against his face while he begins an almost punishing assault on your hole.

In his defense, he wasn’t truly aware of how punishing the pace was. The only thing he was focused on was the steady ripple of your ass against his knuckles. So blissfully unaware of how much louder your voice had gotten. The wet sound he was greeted with as he slid a second finger inside you only spurred the speed of his hand more.

“I- I… Ro I feel-”

And he feels the tip of your tail softly lay across his aching cock as though to anchor yourself as you arch forward into his face, thighs trembling. He moans at the ache of his scalp as you pull him into you and he can’t help but open his eyes wide.

Eywa is Rotxo glad he did. He knows he’s going to remember this for the rest of his life- the view of your pretty legs choking him in a vice grip and pussy clenching up on his fingers while you practically scream. You don’t listen to yourself though, not when you’re preoccupied with the sound of him slurping against you. As if he’s never enjoyed something more- and he’s smiling against you as he alternates, scraping his teeth against you, and sloppily kissing you though your orgasm. All while his fingers still slowly curl inside of you.

You feel like you should be embarrassed, panting above him- trying to force oxygen into your deprived lungs and brain. He doesn’t make you feel awkward though. Not even for a second. Not while he’s petting your thigh and smiling up at you between his movements.

“You’re alright?”

The hum of his voice was questioning. You couldn’t help that part of you felt as though he was telling you that you were alright though. Maybe that’s why you felt so at ease.

“Better than alright,”

Your coquettish grin has him pawing at your thighs to scoot you back down off of him. Even though he’s never enjoyed doing something more than taking care of you, the feeling of your tail twitching against the tip of his throbbing cock had raised an unfamiliar pain in his stomach. Besides, the sinful sounds you had been making for him; the pretty dazed face had coaxed you into had made him confident enough to not want to be under you any longer.

You instinctually wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to sit himself up. One arm wrapped tightly under your ass (giving himself the luxury of wrapping one of his meaty palms around the meatier fat of your ass) to keep you from sliding down into his lap until he had sat up completely, and could position you comfortably.

You can’t help but smile at how disheveled he looks. His hair is all askew from you yanking at it and his face is completely blushed and wet from all the effort. The way the corners of his lips twitch into a smile by the time your bare slit makes contact with him is almost mischievous in a way. As if he was expecting the gasp that falls from your lips as he drags you down across the tweng that painfully constricts the parts of him that hadn’t hardened out of it. It finally relieves some of the pressure knotting at the pit of his stomach. You could never wrap your mind around how sitting on his lap could be so calming yet intimidating. You can’t help but reach for the sand covered curls at the back of his head pulling desperately to fill the gap the height difference caused. Wanting nothing more than for him to bless you with another kiss.

Of course, he obliges. He doesn’t think he could ever deny you a single thing now. Not when you’re grinding down onto him while kissing him. Dragging the fabric across the both of you, and Eywa when you run your tongue across his lips with a giggle he has to stop himself from cumming between the both of you.

Feeling the way his tip leaks against your belly button has your heart beating so impossibly fast that the rattling it causes in your rib cage hurts.

“We do not have to do anything else,”

He doesn’t want to remind you. He really does not. He wants nothing more than to sink you down onto him- but he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. To feel unsafe. If you had never touched him again he’d have lived happily with this moment like gold in his memory. He thanks Eywa however, when you whine at the insinuation, thread your fingers around his kuru, and your pretty snarl makes contact with his own teeth.

“Don’t make me go and find Ao’nu-”

You don’t even finish your hiss before he swats at your ass again, appreciating the way your skin recoils, and thighs tremble at his sides and for you to yelp into him. How dare you say his name with your hand where it was? Has he been too nice to you these years? Too gentle with you?

“Watch it,”

You had heard Rotxo growl before. Never at you- but you had seen what he was capable of when he did get aggressive with people. Yes, he was a sweet and gentle boy- but he was also rowdy, brawling, and all too bellicose. But because he was normally so saccharine to you, you had forgotten all about the rest of Rotxo. Big, honorable, and strong Rotxo who you had seen slam down elder warriors with years of experience on him like they were weightless. Those same muscular, intricately tattooed arms were now using the fat of your hips and ass to grind you down against him. As if to make up for the cruelty of your words your other hand reaches down, and though you had frustrated him he can’t help but buck his hips into you at the feeling of your hand sliding down the hood of his cock so you could run a thumb across his exposed tip.

“I want you. I thought I was being pretty obvious. Reya makes fun of me for it.”

You don’t know why you whisper to him, you don’t think you had ever been as soft-spoken before.

“I am just stupid-”

And his frustrations leave him at the feeling of your hands loosening around both his hand and kuru. He can’t help but slide his face against yours, slotting his nose against yours. He breaths against your face once before he speaks,

“You are not a stupid girl,” and there’s a kiss placed on your cheek under your eye as one palm raises to cradle the opposite one, “you are at least smart enough to undo a knot, yeah?”

He keeps his usual warm and syrupy baritone voice, yet there’s a condescending undertone to his voice that shoots straight down to your core. It makes your ears flatten against your head, and your eyes widen. He was almost bitter that all it took to intimidate you was to imply he wanted to impale you on his cock. Why did he waste all this time becoming such a revered deep-sea diver and warrior?

“Or are you, pretty girl?”

There’s more jest in his voice; his heart swelling at how cute you were when you weren’t being a menace. So cute in fact that he can’t help but kiss the crown of your head as he watches both of your hands reach down to untie his tweng. He supposes he could have just yanked it down, but he can’t help the rush that flows through him at the sight of you doing it. He swears he’ll ride this high for months- felt like he could fight a nalutsa all by himself.

That’s until he sees you sit up on his knees and realize what you’re going to do- what you want to do. It finally sinks in for him. You want him. Your fingers are on his kuru, your cums on his face- you chose him. Suddenly the sea breeze isn’t enough to keep him from overheating. He’s too aware of the sound of the waves and the sand that covers his back and hair and the fact that-

“Sayrìp,”

His eyes instantly leave your swollen pussy and raise to your face, locking with your eyes obediently. You smile up at him and he’s sure his pupils are as wide as yours.

“Are you okay?”

How can he not be okay when you're kissing his mandible? Teeth teasing against the pulse you’ve risen should drive him to dizzying madness but only acts to ground him back into reality,

“Jus’ cannot believe you’re here with me.”

It gives him a chance to swallow the lump in his throat,

“Who else would I be with, skxawng?”

And you're grasping at the base of him to hold his heavy leaning cock steady; he whines at the sight of your spit drooling past your pretty lips and hisses at the feeling of it plopping against him. He supposes you could use all the help you could get if you hoped to take him.

As you slide the girthy blunt tip against your slit he rewards you with a moan. A deep sound that reverberates against his chest. It makes you all too eager to try and sink down onto the tip.

But Rotxo’s arms are stronger than you and he doesn't want you to do that, so he uses that strength against you. Despite being so giving and nice on the regular, rolling over and letting you boss him around and do what you wanted he was going to mate you the way he wanted to, and you were going to take it.

When the jolt of his hands moving to hold your hips in place makes your pussy flutter against his tip he has to remind himself of that before he loses all of his resolve and pushes you down onto his length in one swift movement. The thought made him cringe. He didn’t waste all this time opening you up for him just to hurt you,

“You going to let me mate you, tsyeym?” He asks

If you think you could roll your eyes without invoking the hunter's wrath you would have. He was acting as though you hadn’t been pulling and tugging on his prettily kept braid since you had first felt his imposing length against you.

“I am not above begging,”

Though you’re chuckling softly in his ear your fingers are dancing down his kuru, and when your finally twirl the ends of his hair covering his tswin around your slender fingers he can’t help but slide just the first couple of inches of him into you. He can’t tell if he feels your fingers caressing his nerves more or the far too-tight ring of your pussy sucking him into you.

“Ma’Rotxo-”

Your free hand braces yourself down on his bicep, digging your fingernails into his flesh as if you’re the one overstimulated.

“Thought you were tough, huh?” He chides, “Wanna fight with me but can’t even take me bullyin’ my cock into ya, huh?”

If you were mean you would have tugged on his braid, giving him a semblance of the perineum sting you felt at the girth of him-

“Don’t be an asshole to me, Rotxo.”

You’re trying to be bossy still and it doesn’t suit the fact that your body feels so pliable in his hands. He doesn’t even dignify you with an answer, not when he wants you to be flush against his hips. Not when he wanted you to feel as much of him as you could before he made you feel even more. He feels a little bad that you’re so small in comparison to the Metkayina people. Though an embarrassing part of him loves the idea of spending the rest of his life drilling into your warmth until you’re molded to him he worries about how sore you’d be in the morning. He promises himself that he’d be extra kind to you tomorrow- tend to anything you could want. He will take care of you as a thank you for the way you were about to let him use you.

You couldn’t think of a time when Rotxo hadn’t taken care of you- this felt no different. So when you feel one of his hands caress you on the mission to reach around your body and pull you apart further so that more of him could slide inside all you do is huff and give into his guidance.

“Look at you,”

He sounds winded at the feeling of you clenching against him. You’re surprised he enters as easily as he does. Surprised the pressure doesn’t hurt as bad as you feared it would. Especially when one of his thumbs moves over your clit in soft quick motions,

“Just gotta relax a lil’ more.”

His eyes are fixed down; watching you take him inside of you. He doesn’t even care anymore that the end of his braid is held in your soft hand. He ignores the uncomfortable throb that shoots through it. He only has to endure seconds more of it before he’s rewarded with the slippery plap of your hips meeting. He feels bigger than ever when your hands leave their respected body parts to grab at his cheeks. He’s sure you meant to kiss him but you only managed to moan against his open mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you, “Took it all so good.” another kiss,

“Fucking Metkayina- too big,” Of course, you’re grumbling right now. Of course, you have a grumpy little voice even when he’s in your guts.

“You are rude,” one of his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush against him, partially to appreciate your warmth but mostly so he could reach around and grab your own braid.

“Shouldn’t even touch this now, huh?”

His soft eyes give him away, and he knows you know him too well. You know that once you pull his braid over his shoulder that he’d rush to bring yours closer.

You were right of course, he’s quick to hold the bioluminescence of your tswin’s tendrils painfully close to his own. There’s something that makes your stomach tighten painfully at the sight. There was something so exciting about the fact that you were so close to being with him- all you had to do was dip your hand forward. The thought has you rolling your hips down against him to alleviate the throb of your clitoris. It’s all he needs before his other hand leaves your hip to grab your wrist that holds his tswin.

“Look at me,”

You’re so good for him. So obedient when your eyes instantly snap from where your hands almost make you one- to his eyes. He thinks you’re so beautiful. Sultry and warm and so undeniably wild. So easily he gives into the magnetic force that’s been trying to convince him to pull your tswin into his.

He thinks his heart stops at the way your eyes haze over and you melt into him. The way you practically purr as he feels his lap grow wetter. Now you were all of those things- but you were also his.

“Oh, Eywa,”

He feels bad for how roughly his one arm pulls you into him, he feels how much fuller it makes you feel but he has to feel your heartbeat against him. He thinks this is bliss- that he can’t get anything better than this. Then you begin scooting your hips back and forth against his. His hands are too quick to reach for your hair, digging his fingers into it.

The pretty way your face screws up as your pace quickens has him star-struck. The echo of your pleasure tickled his lower stomach. He can’t help but lift his hips to meet yours; the slapping sound of skin as you bounced against him is enough to spur him into near madness. Both of your throats are caught- stunned in silence over the sheer amount of feeling tsaheylu adds.

He feels bad because he knows you feel so good going at your own pace and using him to fill yourself to your heart's content. He can’t focus on that guilt when he has such an uncontrolled need to be on top of you. His hands halting your hips have you confused, and you’re only more shocked when he’s heaving you up and tossing the both of you until your back is against the sand and your hips are hiked on his firm thighs.

He doesn’t even give you a second to take in the change, slipping himself all the way into you in one fluid movement, palms returning to the fat of your hips so he could roll and grind down into you. He loves the way you clench as he rolls across your g-spot. The view is beautiful, and the way your hands reach between your thighs and rub your fingers against yourself for him only drives him further into ecstasy.

“So pretty for me,” He loves how easy it is to make you clench and throb. “My pretty mate,”

His eyes are fixed on the way your breasts bounce at the power of his thrusts and the way your stomach bulges. He knows if he focuses on your pretty face he’d be finished the way your wide eyes don’t focus on anything and the dark purple stain of your blush. He’s never quite seen your markings glow so bright. He’d never live down finishing before he even got a chance to fuck you properly- before he could really appreciate the view. So he grabs at your hips and wiggles you side to side in an effort to stimulate you further,

“Let me fuck you for real now baby,” and his hand travels up your legs that are bent against your bodies, straightening one leg over his shoulder so he could kiss your calf. How could you say no when he asks so sweetly while he was so deep inside of you?

“Please? Can you please move again?”

He forgot you could be so polite when you want to be. He’s all smiles, starting at a comfortable pace. His speed picked up quickly as he could use your whole leg as an anchor, but he still stays relatively shallow. Just to give you enough time to adjust before he picks up a punishing pace.

He knows he’s fucking you entirely too loud. He knows the way you moan under him is entirely too loud. He knows the nighttime waves aren’t loud enough to drown out what he’s doing to you but all it does is spur him on. He wishes you’d be louder but he knows you have more dignity than he does.

How can he slow down when you’re telling him he’s so good? You’re gasping as he falls forward onto one hand for more leverage. Still holding your hips up by one leg so he could slam into you. The change of position has you dragging sinfully across him and it almost distracts you from the sound of his grunts. It was magnifying seeing him worked up over you- he wasn’t even in a rut and had desired you so deeply.

“Gon- Shit. Roxto 'm gonna cum,”

The way he reacted to your words is what sends you over the edge. The way he hunches over and begins to slam into you while his eyes bore into yours. The sloppy sound of you cumming all over him and your eyes rolling into you head bring him closer more than the feeling of you clamping down on his cock. He didn’t think you could squeeze tighter and it’s embarrassing how easy you make him cum. Just barely enough time to slip out and shoot himself all over you.

He means to hit your stomach honestly, expecting it to pool where you had been slightly folded. Except he had forgotten how worked up you had gotten him- how badly he had wanted to cum in you. The sheer amount that painted your warm stomach and azure boobs should have embarrassed him but the sight of his cum shooting further and globbing on your chin and lips consumes him. You lay half folded under him, grasping onto him while you panted. Covered in his cum. No one could get near you without knowing you were his.

He can’t help but act on his desires and lean down to cage his big arms around you. Running his tongue up your chin and across your lips. You taste the salt on his lips when he immediately kisses you, and at the bite of his teeth, you’re opening your mouth so he can spit him into your mouth.

It should be raunchy and make you feel like a whore but he does it so softly and kisses you so libidinously that the swirl of his tongue against yours has you both purring into each other's mouth.

You’re perplexed at how quickly he’s back to sweet Rotxo. Kissing you gently and caressing skin that just knew the punishing grip of his strength.

He’s tall when he sits up on his knees, and now that he’s not hunched over rutting into you it truly dawns on you just how much bigger he is than you.

He scoffs as he looks around him and you’re almost confused until you watch him lean over to grab both of your bottoms before he’s grinning down at you and scooping his hands under you.

His cheeks hurt from smiling at the sound of you giggling foolishly at him as he heaves you into the air. You're both red-faced and covered in sweat and sand and he can’t wait to walk into the cooling water with you in his arms.

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Could you do a fic where the water boys, (aonoung and roxto) save a sully!reader kid from one of the poisonous things? Like she's exploring similar to how Kiri does in the water and is about to touch a poisonous one and they grab her away?? Just a comfort teaching fic about the metkayina wildlife

Love your fics btw <3

(Gif not mine)

Pairing: Ao'nung/Female!Sully!Reader/Rotxo (Platonic)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @alinacecee @mooniequeen

A/N: Another short but hopefully sweet request <3 Enjoy!

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Tsireya had looked around the moment Rotxo mentioned Kiri was missing, only to find another girl was missing other than Tuk, "Has anyone seen Y/n?"

"Not another one," Ao'nung rolled his eyes, "How many of you Forest People tend to wander?"

Lo'ak's eyes narrow as they land on the reef boy, "Shut up, bro."

"We can split up and look for them," Neteyam quickly takes charge, likely to break whatever tension was straining between his brother and the chief's son. 

Tsireya liked the idea and offered to take Tuk with her while Neteyam took Lo'ak. As the group of children split up, Rotxo urges Ao'nung to follow him and together the two friends take a deep breath and dive down toward the reef below, looking around for the missing Sully sisters.

It took some time, but they stumbled across you first, the teenaged forest girl aimlessly swimming around the reef, admiring the various different fish and colors without a care in the world, unaware of the reef Na'vi who have taken notice of you. Rotxo and Ao'nung swam leisurely toward you, watching as you inched close to one particular coral, with long, purple soft-looking arms that gently floated with the current, and at the center bore tiny, acid-colored tentacles. You appeared entranced by the peculiar coral and reached an arm out to it. Only then did the reef boys pick up their speed in their panic.  

Rotxo makes a deep grunting sound in the back of his throat, twice, to get your attention. When you didn't hear, Ao'nung speeds forward as quickly as possible, swimming as fast as he could. The moment he was in reach, he reached out and roughly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the coral and startling you. 

Whipping your head around at your assailant, alarmed until you realized who was holding onto your arm, then you glared at Ao'nung and pulled away. Your eyes wander until they find Rotxo, who then uses his hands and arms to try and communicate one simple word to you. Ao'nung only rolls his eyes when you tilt your head in confusion, closely watching Rotxo sign until you respond by shrugging your shoulders and shaking your head, before pointing up to the surface.

The three of you simultaneously swim up and the moment you break the surface, Ao'nung is scowling at you, "What were you thinking, forest freak? Wandering by yourself when you clearly know nothing about our home?"

"Take it easy, Ao'nung." Rotxo defends.

Already used to Ao'nung's distaste of you and your family, you choose to ignore him and only address his kind friend, "What were you trying to say to me down there?"

"I was trying to tell you it stings."

You tilt your head in curiosity, "What stings?"

"The coral you almost touched. It is called 'fantail'. It stings."

"Oh." You take a moment to absorb the new information before deciding to be courteous and turn to Ao'nung, "Thank you for stopping me."

The chief's son doesn't expect the gratitude, eyes widening a fraction before he covers up his shock with a scoff, looking away, "Next time, I'll just let you do it. Maybe you will learn your lesson."

Ao'nung then turns and starts to swim away, back the way he and Rotxo had come looking for you. As you watch him go, Rotxo paddles up to you with an amused smirk, 

"Don't mind him. He usually gets that angry when he's scared."

"Scared?" You spin back to Rotxo, "Why was he scared?"

"Ao'nung doesn't like watching pretty girls get hurt."

Warmth spreads up the back of your neck and over your face, eyes immediately darting down to avoid the pleasant grin on the reef boy's face. Flustered, you mumble under your breath, "Or maybe Ao'nung doesn't like getting in trouble if someone gets hurt under his watch."

Rotxo laughs, but it isn't mocking or cruel. The reef boy's laugh was a soft, sweet chime that was followed by a genuine smile, "Stick around us a little more, Y/n, and you'll see what I mean. Just-- avoid the fantail from now on, okay?"

The smile you offered was shy, but a promise, nonetheless, "You got it."

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A/N: Tbh, while I was researching for this, I couldn't find any sea life that was poisonous and harmful to Na'vi lol. I checked every wiki page and my atwow visual dictionary and couldn't find anything other than the fantail coral. It has stinging tentacles for catching zooplankton, but it doesn't mention whether or not the Metkayina avoids it. So, for the sake of the story, we'll use it 🤣 But if anyone has a better flora or fauna option I could've used, let me know cause I swear I looked everywhere.

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REQUESTS

[pandoraslxna]

Me as soon as that tall blue mf shows up on my screen (you know who):

[victoirey]

rotxo x reader?? 🌝🌝 he's so pretty, definitely would read something for him, it's such a shame there isn't anything about him, but u could change that 😏 and I loved the headcanons about being lo'aks bestie- in general, your headcanons are the best 💕

♡. "lovely."—

synopsis / "[...] just... lovely."

gn!omaticayan!lo'aksbestie!reader | y/n has mega epic rizz, but rotxo has better rizz. tsireya x lo'ak canon. count how many times I say gently/gentle. thank you anon for your kind words. it is 3 am, I'm on the brink of insanity and my head hurts. @vante1920pm hi, this is my offering for you. let's be official besties RIGHT NOW.

side note if this flops I'm crying

you know, rotxo was always really nice to you. he greeted you every morning, bid you goodnight ever night. he also brought you food whenever you showed signs of hunger— and also, he tried to have ao'nung leave you guys alone. it was like a silent friendship. a really silent friendship. you were a hundred percent sure he'd be a good wingman for whoever you liked, to be honest!

he's your partner in crime, ( silently ) , your go to boy for venting ( unintentionally) your ride or die (platonically and silently )

so how the hell could this have happened.

rotxo is a kind guy. yeah. he's real kind, his smile itself brings butterflies to your tummy and a light to your face. his voice makes you shiver. his touch makes you melt. his hair is as soft as he is. his heart is what you want. he is your beloved, as the elders say. if any elders knew about it but they can't because you're not that type of dude! you're not that type of dude to fall inlove with someone like 3 weeks in, even though their pretty voice and gentleness when teaching has you screaming , crying , and begging for their love — .

okay, no, you can't be inlove. not in a situation like this. don't prove lo'ak right, y/n. you've got better things to do. handsomer guys to crush on. richer guys to drain resources from. cuter guys to coo over. stronger guys to seek protection from.

except you know what's funny? everytime you tried to compare him to somebody, you'd involuntarily imagine them getting into a big fight. the trophy? your heart. rotxo won easily everytime.

you see, throughout the days rotxo has taught you— you have found yourself falling deeper and deeper into his eyes. they were the sea itself, and if the sea was as beautiful as his eyes were— hell, you'd be presumed dead by drowning. rotxo was a good teacher. he was kind, patient & gentle. he knew when to joke. he knew when to ( attempt to) comfort you. he knew when to congratulate you.

unintentionally, he also knew all of your most vulnerable spots.

"be calm , y/n." he instructed, gently. you were meditating once again, with tsireya , lo'ak , and neteyam. you were doing good, so far — until rotxo placed his unbelievably soft hands onto your stomach to really get you to be calm. you were not calm. absolutely far from calm. your heart was beating and if it was a car, it'd go past the speed limit. you know what a car is because of your days at the lab— and you know how fast they can be. your heart is so much faster right now. rotxo is touching you. rotxo has his hands on your hips. your breath hitches, you shiver, your mind is moving way too fast and you feel that if rotxo wasn't holding onto your waist to stabilize you, you'd quite literally hit your head on the rock. then tumble down miserably. then drop into the ocean.

"y/n." you realize that you have been spacing out looking at him this whole time, looking at his eyes, his nose, his lips, his cheeks— and then you accidentally swear outloud. "sorry." you sheepishly say, except rotxo just laughs. "it's alright! your heart is fast— it's only gone faster now, because I caught you by so much surprise. I'll help you, okay?" he says, gently, and you're about to swear someone out. you don't need his help, you need him to stay away otherwise you're going to explode. except you give in. you oblige.

"okay."

"good." rotxo said, his hands pressing onto your stomach, harder. oh crap. oh fuck. oh no. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckshit really like oh my fuck no. "breathe in." he said, you obliged, shakily. "breathe slowly out." you obliged, still shakily. your heartbeat increased with each second he has his hand on your stomach. "your heart is still fast, relax, y/n." rotxo said— and as if you were waiting for that command, as if you were waiting for an order to obey— you instinctively did. you tried to excuse your actions — thinking, wow, rotxo has such a relaxing voice. yet, lo'ak, neteyam, and tsireya looked at eachother— collectively smirking. lo'ak most of all, knowing that this was gonna be peak teasing material.

you were absolute putty in rotxo's presence.

what you were aswell, was inlove. you were unconditionally, irrevocably inlove with rotxo of the metkayina clan. you had admitted it once, in your dreams— you dreamt that he was accepting your confession, and he kissed your hand and it all felt so real— and he just felt so real because his eyes were so real and if you didnt know any better you'd never have left that dream but you had to. and it hurt. there was a world in which he was already yours, except it wasn't this one. you wish it was this one. you dream it was this one.

after that dream, you settle on relaxing— your feet in the water , swishing around — and it really takes your all to just not drown yourself. why are you making a big deal out of this? why are you even inlove with him? he's not all that. he's just a boy.

that's what you told lo'ak, when he came to tease you about it —

"you look like a viperwolf in love." his voice cut through the solid silence. lo'aks voice was full of mischief, "you know, because you're inlove with rotxo and also you're , like a viperwolf , on the brink of insanity." you scoffed, "go drown, lo'ak." he snickered, sitting next to you and dipping his feet into the water aswell. "you know, it's not that bad."

"what is?"

"being inlove."

"wouldn't you know, mr. 'tsireya is my soul incarnate'" you replied, teasingly. he raised his hands up in defense. "you know you love a girl when you love a girl! but still... tsireya and I worked out, so why can't you two work out aswell?"

"because he doesn't like me, jackass."

"you don't know that." he shrugged.

"yes I do, shut up." you snapped.

"woah! getting defensive there, n/n. listen, he basically has heart eyes for you. confess or I'll do it myself, and maybe ask him out on a date for you. because you're such a wuss. and a pussy. and a scaredy cat and a —" he began to list off all the insults he could possibly imagine from the top of his head— and you could've sworn you were going to confess to rotxo just to get him to shut up, but the problem is, you swore it and you actually considered it. at that moment, you tuned everything out. it was weird, honestly. considering an idea that lo'ak , infamous for getting everything wrong, made up. yet, you couldn't believe it, but you .... really had nothing else to do, and nothing to lose besides a friend. and its his loss!

"you know what, lo'ak?"

"undercooked chicken nugget from earth that has a hard piece in it , direwolf shit —"

"lo'ak!"

"sorry, what?"

"I'm gonna do it." you sighed. he jumped, shaking you by the shoulders.

"for real?! ohoho, goodluck! goodluck! literally! I'm so proud right now, you're stepping up! good on you!"

eywa, if you're listening, I need your help. I need this boy to stop shaking me and I also need the other boy to accept my love for him. please, mother, help me.

you cant believe you're doing this.

rotxo is sitting with you, feet in the water, and he's painfully awkward and you can tell because all he can look at is the water and yet all you can look at is him. just him, and his pretty face. why are you being so silent right now? you are literally the one who asked tsireya to lead him here. she was happy to help too. but you know, you're still nervous as shit.

a hand is placed on the back of yours. you shiver, once again.

"I noticed it." rotxo starts, voice quiet. he moves his hand, up , up , and up until your shoulder, and your neck— and then he trails down again, to your side. and then to your hips. he places his hands on your stomach.

your heart near jumps out of your skin.

"why do you react to my touch that way?"

you look at him, eyes widening— to be honest, you didn't think you were being subtle. but you didn't know you were that obvious. you dig into your brain for an answer, and realize that you shouldn't dig for answers. not in your brain, atleast. in your heart. your heart, that has waited patiently for your mate. your heart, that shaked each time rotxo was in your vicinity. your heart, that sent all systems into haywire when he touched you. your heart, whose veins would only ever align with rotxo's. rotxo's heart, not yours. you hate to stoop this low, but in his presence, you are his.

"it is not that I mean to," you start, voice calm. "it's that you are just..." you pause, how could you word it? how could you describe rotxo in one word? how could you even begin to encompass his beauty? his kindness? his gentleness? his thoughtfulness? his nice voice? what could possibly describe everything about him? you think, for a moment. you think and you think, until finally—

"it's that you are just... lovely."

"lovely?" he chuckles, "is that what you think I am?"

"yes." your answer is confident, and that only makes him laugh more.

"you are sure of yourself, that is admirable. what makes me lovely?"

"you just are."

"am i? I do not think ao'nung would agree."

"I do. because I love you."

rotxo looks like he got hit by a truck. rotxo is aghast & unprepared to take your confession, he backs away a bit aswell. you look at him calmly, already expecting nothing but the worst. his mouth twitches, and he looks at your lips, and suddenly all he wants to do is kiss you. he's liked you for some time, now. it feels real good to be confessed to by someone you've liked. really, really good.

"y-you are ... good at the element of surprise." he speaks, "very good."

"am I? personally, I believe I'm better at loving you than I am at the element of surprise."

direct hit to the heart.

you smirk, powered by the surge of confidence. he's deteriorating just by looking at you. you like boys like him. very easy to tease. very cute.

"breathe in, and then out." you say, and he does that— and he is relaxed, naturally.

rotxo looks at you, chest heaving from the amount of times his heart had beat when you had made direct moves on him. he looks at you, smiling. he's happy. still flustered, but he's happy. you, having just recovered from that high, are also happy & flustered. you look at the sky, wanting to look at anything else but him— but he doesn't want to look at anything else but you. your eyes crease up in a smile as you hear his next words,

"I think you are lovely too."

[icequeenlila]

Tsireya: *sees Lo'ak for the first time*

Rotxo: "He's gorgeous and homeless? Girl, he's your dream guy."

[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 28

Praise

A/N: aaaand all caught up again, another continuation of day 8 and 11!

Pairing: Ao'nung x Roxto x (fem) Sully reader

Warnings: threesoms, poly relationship, f x m, m x m, praise, handjob, guided smut, p in v, creampie

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You followed the path to the hidden hot springs that Ao'nung had shown you a little while ago, nestled higher in the mountains behind the village.

It's quiet. Serene. Animals around you are staring from the trees or darting off into the bushes. You're quieter on your feet, already having been used to the forest life. You cannot say the same for your partner behind you.

"I love this hotspring but damn," Ao'nung huffs, feet louder against the forest floor,"It is a hike."

You snort,"You would not survive the forest, that's for sure."

"Hey!" He chuckles, tugging the end of your tail playfully.

You roll your eyes then refocus, grinning as you see the entrance to the springs.

It's still early. The early morning sun rays are shimmering through the trees and cast a golden glow on the waters surface. It looks like a dream, really.

You're pacing forward to a more secluded area when you hear someone ahead. You turn to Ao'nung, quirking a brow in question. He shrugs, walking forward towards the sound. As you get closer, right beside your partner, you realize it's singing and the voice is familiar. With a soft grin, you hurry forward, breaking through the few bushes and not being the quietest you could've been, startling the singer in question.

Roxto jumps, turning around quickly. He's wide eyed, bare from the waist down and submerged in the water. He had been singing, his voice so so lovely and soft.

"Roxto!" You grin happily, peeling off your loincloth and quickly stepping into the water, wading over to him.

"Hello, tahni," he smiles softly, taking your hand, tugging you forward and kissing the top of your head.

You wrap your arms around his waist and burrow your face into his neck. He smells like the flowers that dangle overhead. Ao'nung comes in, cupping your lower back and pressing a soft kiss to Rotxo's temple before turning to grab some oils and flowers.

"How long have you been here for?" You ask softly, rubbing your thumbs gently into his sides.

"Didn't sleep well, so I walked here just before sunrise," his voice is soft, sleep evident in his tone.

"Ah, I'm sorry, hun," you kiss his cheek gently and hug him tighter. You lean your head on his chest and he leans his over yours.

You end up scrubbing the oils into your skin, helped by the boys and you return the favor.

After a little while, you press soft kisses up Ao'nungs spine, wrapping your arms around his waist. He leans into your hold and holds your wrists over his abs.

The water ripples behind you and you turn, watching Roxto begin to wade away towards the edge to leave and you frown.

"Roxto?" Your voice is soft,"Where are you going, tahni?"

He doesn't turn to you but responds,"Figured I would head out," he shrugs.

You pull your arms back and wade over to him quickly. Thankfully, Ao'nung is quick and tugs his friends tail to hold him still, and you circle around him with a soft but worried smile on your lips.

"What is wrong?"

He doesn't seem to be able to hold eye contact, turning his gaze away with almost a pout on his lips.

You cup his cheek and turn him to face you, staring into his eyes with unwavering fondness.

"Tahni, talk to us, please," you brush your thumb over his cheek bone. You see Ao'nung lean his chin over Roxtos shoulder, arms wrapping around his middle.

He sighs outwardly from his nose, bowing his head as he looks away. His voice is still soft, almost sad in tone,"It- I don't understand why, my head tells me that I am.. not really part of this."

You frown as he gestures to you and Ao'nung, then glance to the other metkayina. He's frowning as well, but presses a soft kiss to Rotxo's shoulder.

You cup his cheeks, leaning closer to him,"Yawne, you are ours and we are yours-" you then take one of his hands, lifting it to press a gentle kiss to his palm,"I am so sorry you have felt this way, we really want this to work, despite the challenges we know are ahead of us.."

He nods quietly, and you lean up to gently kiss him.

"You're too good for us, Rotxo.. always taking care of us after a session, always so gentle," your voice is sultry, sensual and you spot the growing blush on his cheeks.

Ao'nung pipes in, kissing over his shoulder fondly and cupping over his abs,"You're too good with everything you do, even outside the bedroom," he lightly nips the side of his neck,"And your voice- goodness, eywa blessed you."

You grin softly, then gasp as stepping closer, you feel the rigid outline of his growing erection against your stomach.

He's blushing profusely by now, quickly clenching his eyes shut and ears pinning back to his skull. He purses his lips, and you think for a moment that he may be holding his breath.

You move your hands downwards, gently, over his pecks, kissing over the muscle there, then down his sides and holding firm over his hips. Your thumbs stroke the skin there, and you trail more kisses up his neck to suck a mark at the sensitive skin below his jaw.

He breathes out a shaky moan, hand coming to grapple at your hip, the other clinging behind him at Ao'nungs upper outer thigh.

"You're so beautiful, eywa did indeed bless you," you whisper against his skin, nipping over the purplish mark.

Ao'nung trails his hands up and down Rotxos front, fingers gingerly tracing over every ridge of the muscles there. You stand on your tip toes, nosing at his cheek before managing to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He whines against your lips, kissing back weakly as your tongue slips in, invading his senses. His grip on your hip strengthens, surely to leave bruising later on.

You pull back and he huffs for breath, gaze hazy and full of lust. You spot Ao'nung lifting his head from Rotxo's shoulder, lifting his hand to angle his friends head his way before he too, kisses him deeply.

A new feeling stirs at the sight. Your two boys who held your heart. Goodness, the sight had your pussy leaking.

Ao'nung is dominate, overpowering, and his kisses reflect that. The kiss is hot, wet and claiming. Rotxo whines, hand coming up to clutch over Ao'nungs forearm and you take this moment of distraction to wrap your palm around the base of his cock.

The reaction is instant, he yanks his head back and cries out a wobbly moan as you immediately start to stroke him off.

"Can't get enough of your voice, tahni," you speak to him, tightening your hand as you stroke up towards the tip. You gaze down at his length to thumb over the head and grin as he chokes out a gasp, hips rutting his cock into your fist.

"You're doing so well for her, paskalin," Ao'nung mumbles into Rotxo's ear, kissing back down his neck again, hand then also closing in around his cock.

"Oh- mmph, please-" Rotxo pleads airily, whining before clenching his teeth.

"Please, what, baby?" You jerk him slower, teasing over the head as Ao'nung jerks the base.

He pants, gazing at you blearily,"Please, ma," a shiver rolls down your spine and you release a moan, he continues,"Make me cum."

You share a look with Ao'nung and he nods his head in the direction behind you. You nod quickly, backing up and disconnecting your hand from his cock. He groans, looking at you frantically for a brief moment before Ao'nung guides him forward to you. You lift yourself onto the ledge, leaning back slightly to spread yourself open.

Rotxo's gaze widens at this, gasping when Ao'nung once again takes hold of the base of his cock, angling him and guiding him forward.

"You're always so good to us, baby," you praise and he groans, hands grappling at anything.

Ao'nung peers over his shoulder, free hand gripping Rotxo's hip and moving him forward, cockhead pressing into your dripping pussy.

"Oh, great mother," he whines, head tilting back against Ao'nungs shoulder as he's guided forward until his hips are flush with yours.

"You see how well you fill her? How good you make her feel?"

You moan as his cock grinds perfectly into you and you gaze up, hand reaching to trace up his chest.

"You feel amazing, you fit so well," you praise more, leaning up to roll your hips down on his length and grin as he whimpers.

Ao'nung grips Rotxo's hips, dragging him back until only the tip remains inside of you, then pressing him forward to the hilt. He continues this, pressing sweet kisses over his friends shoulder and watching as he guides him in and out of you.

"So good, mmph, please-"

"Please, what, baby?"

He whines, eyes almost teary from pleasure as he gazes down at you,"Please, ma, can I cum?"

You nod quickly, trailing your hand down to rub your clit as you reach your peak, moaning as you finally cum, tightening up.

Rotxo tries to pull out, but Ao'nung doesn't allow it, pressing him into you and holding him there as he groans.

"Ah-! oh, mmph," Rotxo whines as he cums deeply into you.

You sigh in bliss, cupping his cheek,"Good boy, my baby," you coo, stroking through his hair as he slumps onto you. You grin up at Ao'nung, who leans down to press soft kisses over the boys spine.

"See how good you fit with us? You're perfect," he praises.

Rotxo pants, kissing your neck softly as he regains his breathing, nodding softly. You kiss his cheek, over and over.

"You're ours, my love."

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A/N: actually had so much fun writing this one I truly feel like if in a poly thing that Ao'nung would be swinging both ways

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[saltyre]

Supportive bestie

[cyren-myadd]

Look at how happy Spider is in this BTS shot for A3! I bet he's flying on an ikran with Kiri :)

Analysis of the image:

He's now wearing a Metkayina style loincloth, he has a tooth necklace like the one Rotxo wears instead of the Omaticaya choker, and he has a new exopack strap to replace the standard issue RDA one he wore while with Quaritch. It looks like he's been living with the reef people for a little bit and they've given him Metkayina clothing. The person connected to the ikran behind him could be literally anybody, it's impossible to tell without the CGI, but the fake Na'vi leg doesn't look that much bigger than Spider's leg so I would guess it's one of the teens, probably Kiri or possibly Lo'ak. I also notice that Spider's leg has a bloody scratch so I wonder if he just came from an action scene. He also still has a mark from when Neytiri cut him, so it looks like it's a permanent scar, he's always going to have a physical reminder of that night now :( it's a family curse at this point, OG-Quaritch had a face scar, Spider's got a chest scar, and recom-Quaritch is emotionally scared from Neytiri's arrows lol.

If I had to guess, I think this shot must be early on in Avatar 3, because he doesn't have the topknot hairstyle, V-shape painted on his forehead, or the Metkayina harness he's shown wearing in his official character poster (the character poster is pretty obviously a shot from A3, because he never looked like this in A2). He IS shown with the same tooth necklace he has in his character poster, so I think this could be the beginning of him getting accepted by the Metkayina clan and upgrading his outfit. I can't wait to see it in 2025!

[nikyu0]

I really like the idea that Kiri is taller than Rotxo when they were younger, but I thought of Rotxo having a random growth spurt down the line, which Kiri sulks about lol

[xylianasblog]

Mating games

Pairings: Agedup Rotxo x Fem Omatikaya reader

Summary: Taking an omega for a mate was never something you planned especially not one from a different clan.

Warnings: MDNI, a/b/o, p in v, slight angst, mutual pining, angst to comfort sex, biting/marking, porn with plot, i probably missed some things.

A/n: This one is by far the longest but a big thank you to @blue-slxt and @justcaptiannoodles for the help on this one. it meant a lot. a big big thank you to @pandoraslxna for the amazing prompts I really enjoyed this. I hope you all enjoy it.

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An omega as pretty as him, so soft and sweet looking, yet firm and strong. You knew better than to judge, to assume. You couldn't help that you were drawn to him and craved him. He is such a pleasant, friendly male and any female alpha would be lucky to have a mate like him.

Oh, how you wanted him, to care for him while he cared for you. To help him through his ruts and be there with him as you should. His scent lingered in your nose; the soft fresh breeze tickled your senses in all the best ways. It drew you to him yet did he not feel the same?

Often times you found yourself watching him from afar as he dived, everything about him calling to you like a song. You wanted him in every way, the perfect mate for him you would be. Yet every time you tried to speak, he would turn and walk the other way. Was it because you were from a different clan? An outsider to his people? You had learned the ways, and you proved yourself worthy to be one of the people.

Yet he never stayed.

The gift in your pouch felt heavy with each step you took; you knew where to find the beautiful boy. You spent most of your time asking around wishing to know him more, you would get his attention one way or another. Venturing off to one of the more secluded areas of the village you found him sat alone on a rock. He seemed to be deep in thought, he hadn’t smelled you just yet. Straightening your back you took confident steps to him, the closer you got the heavier the armband felt.

“Rotxo.” Your tone was firm yet had an edge of softness to it as you called to him. His body tensed up, ears flattening back against his head as he turned to acknowledge you. You watched him, nearly feeling your body deflate but you continued to stand tall. “I wish to court you.”

Reaching into your pouch you pulled out the armband you crafted for him that’s drowned in your scent. You held it out for him, watching him intently as he reached forward to take your offering. He gave you a sweet smile as he climbed off the rock, his tall yet wide build towering over you by a few inches. “Thank you...” he said while looking at the gift, and your heart began beating erratically, you felt as happy as your heart was beating that he took your courting gift. Without waiting anymore, he hurried off muttering a quiet goodbye.

As the days passed you noticed he never wore your gift, but you smelled yourself on his skin, mixing nicely with his own scent. Instead of making a fuss you were determined to win his heart no matter how long it would take. Over the weeks, you helped out with little things such as fixing the nets or accompanying him on his deep-sea dives, as well as gifting him many things when you managed to corner him.

He never wore any of the things you gave him, yet your scent lingered here and there. That wasn't the problem, it was as if the more you tried to show your interest in proving you'd be the perfect mate for him, he simply ignored your advances. The more he avoided you, the closer to another alpha female he got. Whenever you saw them, you noticed his carefree personality and relaxed form, he smelled of her more and more with a few hints of you.

It hurt, yet you still persisted in an assertive yet calm manner, showering him with gifts and aid, yet nothing… His avoidance of you made your heart hurt, you had to force yourself to stay strong, to not show the weakness that you felt. One day while walking to clear your head you saw him and the female, he had been spending more time with cuddled up on the beach, your eyes widened and your heart broke. As you stared at the pair you realized that maybe all your efforts were in vain.

It had only been a few days after that, you didn’t try to win his heart or affections, you simply left him be. The thoughts always popped back up and you questioned your abilities as a mate. You knew you were the best at all things you do, so why had he continued to refused you?

Enough was enough so you set off to go find Rotxo. You searched around, finding him in one of his favorite places away from the clan. Your steps were confident, the closer you got the more determination you felt as you approached the omega. “Do you not wish to take me as a mate? Am I not good enough?” You were straight to the point, your tone firm yet calm as you spoke to him. His body tensed up before you could speak again, you notice him subtly smelling you as his tail swayed slowly and his ears flattened.

“You would be a perfect mate for me.” His voice was soft, and the longer you stood the more you noticed his scent was free of other alphas. You tilted your head as you waited patiently for him to speak. “I would not be a good omega for you. I am not-“ you let out a hiss as you cupped his face gently between your hands, tilting his head to the side as you admired his features.

“You will be a fine mate for me, otherwise I would not have picked you. I would not have sought you out.” You leaned forward as you spoke nuzzling your face into his neck, your nose brushing against his skin. Taking in a deep breath as you inhaled his soothing sea breeze scent. “A fine mate… my mate.” Your tone was hard as you made your claim on the male known. You pushed him back against the ground moving to straddle his waist, your hands smoothing over his chest and down lower gently feeling his body flex and relax underneath you. Leaning down you kissed along his chest, neck, and jaw making sure to bath yourself in his scent, and vice versa. You loved the way he shuddered as your lips touched his skin, his shallowing breathing growing heavier as you felt his member poking at you from his loincloth. “You like when I touch you? Rub myself against you? Rotxo.. my sweet omega, you enjoy me smelling like you?” He let out a little moan as his hands flew to your hips just as you rocked yourself back against his now throbbing length.

You were impressed with how easily you turned him on, you kept rocking slowly along his length watching as he squirmed and whined, nails digging into your hips. “Please, need to be inside, need to fill you please my alpha.” You let out a small tsk at his pleas to be buried inside of you. The smell of his scent growing increasingly strong due to his arousal had your mind becoming muddled, your hands moved to quickly divest the both of you of your bottoms not wanting to waste anymore time. Once they were off you tossed them to the side, your hands dragging up the length of your body to take off your top as well leaving you both bare to each other.

You sat on his thighs staring down at his throbbing length, his entire body was calling to you, begging to finally become one with you once and for all. Your hands ghosted over this cock, his body shuddering at the delicate touch. As your hands moved up his body your touch left tingles in their wake, his body set ablaze with need. Positioning yourself over his length before lowering yourself down, his cock pushing past the entrance of your wet dripping cunt. You let out a moan the same time a broken whine tumbled from his lips.

You sunk down inch by inch, feeling the way his cock throbbed as it filled you up, he fit inside you perfectly. You felt every part of him as he twitched, his hands holding onto your hips tightly as he whined. Hips bucking up encouraging you to move as he pushed into you. “Please…” he begged. You let out a breathless laugh as you began moving up and down, riding him at a steady pace, watching the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes screwed shut, lips parted in pleasure. “Mmm fuck my sweet omega. Feel so good inside me.” You cooed.

He lifted himself up onto his elbows before sitting up completely, adjusting your body in his lap, you let out a louder moan as he hit deeper from the new angle. He instantly buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you as he rubbed your scent onto his skin. The thought of him walking around smelling of you, letting others know to back off had you bouncing faster. The sound of his whimpers and whines has your knot swelling, pulling louder broken moans from the sweet boy. You loved the way he clawed at your hips as he cried out, your body stiffening as the tip of his cock hit the deepest part of your clenching pussy, having you cumming instantly. Through your hazy mind, you bit into the skin of his collarbone, marking him as yours for the entire clan to see. The sharp jolt of pleasurable pain from the marking sent him over the edge, the intensity of his orgasm having his body trembling as he held onto you tightly. “No more games. My dear omega. You are mine.”

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[sunny2po]

Older Rotxo Design!!

He’s such a silly guy

[azaleaniath]

~ ROTXO X METKAYINA! READER ~

Oblivious pt. 1

synopsis: Ao'nung doesn't want you, his younger sister to get into a relationship. He only entrusts you to a few others, Rotxo being one of them. He's sure his best friend wouldn't ever get any ideas, but oh is he wrong.

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

warnings: kissing, making out, Ao'nung being a possessive protective brother, confessions, first kiss, aged up to 18

SFW | 3k words

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"How many times do I have to tell you?"

Ao'nung, your older brother, growled, his voice laced with anger.

"You're not going to hunt with the boys unless I'm going too. You will stay here with me. I don't want you around these guys, do you understand?"

It was the same discussion almost every day. Your brother didn't like to see you around any other men. In fact, he scared off whoever would come too close to you.

He had shielded you from every man, not wanting you to end up heartbroken. After all you were the chief's daughter which came with the disadvantage of having many men being interested in you. None of them dared to speak a word about it though. Whoever had the nerves to only look at you for a second too long knew they automatically signed up for a good old asskick by Ao'nung.

He entrusted you only to a few people. Neteyam, his mate, was one of them. The oldest sully sibling had grown on you as well, especially since he tried to calm Ao'nung down everytime this discussion occurred. But Ao'nung was stubborn. He did not accept that you were old enough to make your own decisions. It was already tugging on his nerves to see Tsireya falling for Neteyam's hot headed, chaotic brother. He didn't need someone to get you into trouble as well.

"You're not my father! I can do what I want!" you yelled back at him. Both of your hands were clenched into fists as he cocked an eyebrow, arms crossed in front of his puffed chest.

"I'm only protecting you."

You couldn't help but scoff at his words. "Protect me from what?!"

Neteyam came a bit closer as he saw the two of you arguing again and asked himself silently if this would ever come to an end.

"From other men. I don't want them to get any ideas about touching you or even worse. You'll thank me for this when you're older-"

Neteyam decided to get between the two of you before you would strangle Ao'nung, so he gently pushed himself in between you two.

Seeing Neteyam only brought up another point for you.

"So I can't even have my first kiss but it's okay for you to fuck around with your boyfriend before you were mated?!"

Neteyam gently took your hand and tried to loosen up your fists, not taking your words personally. He understood both sides, being a protective brother himself.

"Y/N, I understand your frustration but you have this argument going on every day. Maybe we can find a solution-"

"The solution is for her to stay away from boys!" Ao'nung interfered, earning a smack of his mate's tail against his stomach.

"Ma'onung, you're not helping. At least try to show some empathy." Neteyam hissed in a low volume, snapping his head towards his mate and turning back to you.

"Why don't you go for a walk, hm? I'll try to talk to your brother."

You didn't answer but only ripped away from his hands. Soon you turned on your heel, leaving the two mated men to themselves. The frustration did not cease to rush through your every vein as you heard Neteyam trying to talk some sense into his thick-headed husband while you rushed off.

To cool your head off you decided to head to Rotxo's marui. You came here often when you were too frustrated to deal with Ao'nung. Without a word you rushed in and to your surprise the only man you were actually allowed to talk to was currently present as well. He could tell from your expression what had happened.

Rotxo had just gotten his tattoos a year ago, shortly after Ao'nung. He had finished his iknimaya and was a hunter now as well. He sat on his mat, holding a piece of jewelry in his hand which he had just finished up.

His eyes followed you as you silently plopped down onto the mat next to him, legs crossed, face covered with both hands.

A deep sigh left his lips. Seeing you like this always made him feel awful but he was glad that his home was a safe space for you. It showed just how comfortable you were around him and knowing this eased these bad feelings at least a bit.

"Looks like Ao'nung doesn't want you to go hunting with the guys, huh?" he mumbled quietly, offering a few soft rubs across your hunched back.

"Of course not. I'm not allowed to because he's not going and he doesn't want me to be surrounded by guys." you answered with a mocking undertone. Rotxo couldn't help but huff at your voice.

Ao'nung was simply unfair. He was allowed to mess up, behave like an idiot, make out with his boyfriend before mating but you couldn't even have anyone interested in you. You leaned your shoulder against the metkayina man which only made him stroke your back with more firmness. His other hand reached out to your neck, carefully tracing a finger over your soft teal skin.

"He's just making sure you're not getting hurt, y/n. I'm sure he only wants what's best for you."

These words weren't just hard for you to hear, but also hard for him to speak. Since he was Ao'nungs best friend, he knew that he trusted him. Ao'nung was sure that Rotxo would never do anything to you. He was certain Rotxo had too much respect for him to even think of you, but oh was he wrong. There wasn't a day the mere sound of your name in his head didn't make him smile from ear to ear, Rotxo was just an expert in hiding his feelings.

Seeing you made his heart flutter, the butterflies in his stomach almost starting to turn into a painful sting in his guts whenever he told himself that he couldn't have you. Ao'nung would kill him on the spot, which left him with no other option to hide all these feelings for you for years. Sometimes it got unbearable to conceal what his heart had been screaming and yearning for, but what could he do? Talk to Ao'nung? No, that wasn't an option. But seeing you like this made him weak.

"He doesn't want what's best for me. He's just- argh! I hate him so much sometimes!" You spat, dropping your head against the man's collarbone.

"I'm gonna be alone, Rotxo. All alone without a mate, without being loved or even getting kissed once in my life..."

Rotxo couldn't help but smile sheepishly. You didn't even know how wrong you were. He caressed your shoulder, his free hand hesitantly reached out to your cheek, stroking over your pouted cheeks with care.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed having you so close, and somehow he wished you'd notice how fast his heart was racing beneath his ribs.

"That's not going to happen, I'm sure of it." His voice was so gentle and soft even if his heart was about to break his bones by its heavy pounding.

You rested against him for a while longer while he tried to cheer you up with his loving touches. It made you wonder.

"How do you not have a mate yet? You're such a sweetheart and you finished your iknimaya, you can choose a mate. Don't you have anyone you like?"

Rotxo huffed, feeling his heart and face warm up at your words.

"Well, I do like someone. But I can't choose them."

You looked up to his blushed face, confusion written all over your visage. "How come? Don't they like you?"

"I don't think they actually acknowledge me as a potential mate." He answered quietly, looking into your eyes. At the start of his evolving feelings he found it very hard to look at you without bursting out in emotions but after all these years he had gotten used to hiding it.

"Then you should tell them! Maybe you're wrong and they will see you?"

You suggested, being oblivious as ever. It was somewhat cute to him that you didn't understand what he was talking about, so he decided to take it up a bit.

"Her brother would kill me, y/n."

You frowned at his comment, not noticing how his touches became slower and slower until they came to a halt.

"Oh, is it like with Ao'nung and me? He doesn't want her to find a mate?"

"It's exactly as you and Ao'nung." Rotxo smiled, seeing you mentally going back to rethinking phase, breaking your skull to find a solution.

"Hmm, how good are you getting along with her brother?" you asked, starting to wonder who he might be talking about. You didn't know any siblings that weren't both mated already. In confused you immensely.

"He's my best friend." Rotxo smiled sheepishly, but it turned into a sweet giggle as he saw how you were still unable to connect the dots.

"I thought Ao'nung is your best friend?" you asked in confusion, feeling your head almost aching from thinking too hard.

"He is."

"You have another best friend that has a younger sister? Is it Kaoru? No, wait, his sister is mated already. Hmm, Tahei maybe? No, can't be, you're not that close are you?" Rotxo couldn't help but laugh by now, you didn't understand anything anymore.

"Huh? What's so funny?" you asked in all innocence, seriously not understanding why he was laughing so much. As he calmed down a bit, he cupped your cheeks softly and looked onto your big, shining eyes.

"You really don't have a clue who I'm talking about?"

You only shook your head, to which he smiled to himself.

"Well, maybe you can guess again. She's gorgeous, has the prettiest hair, a sweet voice, she's a lovely girl even though she fights with her brother all the time over the same problem, her brother will be next Olo'eyktan... I think you should know now."

Your mouth fell open as you finally figured out. At least, you thought.

"Tsireya is already dating Lo'ak!" you hiss-whispered, to which the man only laughed some more.

"You possibly can't be that dense, y/n."

"Huh?" Wondering what he was talking about, you listened attentively as he took a deep breath.

"I like you, y/n."

Never before had you considered it. Ao'nung himself would've never considered this. To you, Rotxo was your brother's pure and sweet best friend. Never in your life had you even dared to think about him in this way and if your brother would find out, it would be over for Rotxo.

You only stared at him in silence, suddenly feeling strange about all the time you had spent with him. But not in a bad way. It was the first time in your life you had heard someone confess to you. A warm feeling was spreading in your stomach. Something changed about the way you saw him instantly.

"I'm sure I'm not the one you wanted to hear this from but-"

"I'm happy to hear it from you."

What were you supposed to do now? You had never been in this situation ever before. Having gained the knowledge that someone, not just someone but Rotxo, a very good friend loved you was a wonderful feeling. It made your stomach tingle and your skin burn in the places he was still touching you.

"How do you feel about it?" he asked carefully, hoping to get a positive answer and he did.

"Wonderful, actually. I've never felt like this but... I want this to never go away. I feel so...warm around you, I can't explain."

He couldn't believe his ears. All these years he had held himself back and didn't tell a living soul about his yearnings and now you finally knew.

"I've been wanting to tell you for years. It hurts to see you to sad and frustrated all the time, thinking you'll never have someone by your side, but I've liked you for years. That's why I don't have a mate. I love you, y/n."

Eywa, it felt so indescribable to hear this and so unbelievable for him to finally say this. But apart from all the consequences, it felt great.

Some time passed in which you simply stared at the man, unable to say anything until you eventually found the right words.

"I see you, Rotxo."

Your heart was throbbing so much it almost ached. It felt like your heart was about to fall out of your chest.

"I see you, y/n." he answered with the biggest smile while his hand still caressed your soft cheek.

You leaned into the touch, letting your head rest against his big hand.

His eyes only repeated what he had said to you with every second they looked into yours. One of your hands copied the way he caressed your cheek, then your other hand also melted against his face.

Your eyes fell onto his wide lovely smile, then back up to his eyes.

A sudden urge overcame you as you pushed yourself closer to him. The butterflies in your stomach intensified as your thumbs traced over the stripes and freckles on his cheeks. You adored the sight of him so close to you, tracing two fingers over the lines of his tattoos on his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, his lips and eventually his chin.

"Say, Rotxo... Have you ever kissed someone?"

He felt his ears flushing at your question and they stood up straight to you for a moment before tilting backwards and laying flat against the sides of his head.

"No, I haven't...I've saved this up for you all the time..." he shyly admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Would you like to kiss me now?" you whispered, teeth tugging at your lower lip. His eyes lightened up at your words, sending a shiver down his spine. He knew Ao'nung would kill him at the spot if he did so, and his considering thoughts were written all across his visage. Of course he wanted to, but bringing himself to do so was another thing.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, bringing your face closer to his. Only eywa knew how good it felt to nudge his nose against yours as you both closed your eyes. His breath was shaky against your lips as he leaned his forehead to yours. So many years he had waited for this very moment but something in the back of his head told him how wrong this was, but he did not listen. His decision was made.

"Yes." he breathed out ever so quietly, so you closed up the last inch that separated you from him and pressed your lips against his. You could feel your guts toss and turn in the best way possible as he kissed you back. Both of your arms found their way around his strong neck, fingertips tracing over his tense skin. Rotxo finally found the courage to pull you closer by your waist, heart fluttering as his arms wrapped around you.

The kiss itself wasn't practicality perfect but it felt so unbelievably great to kiss him. As you pulled back you watched his half lidded, lovely eyes being glued to your lips before he took a deep breath to engage in another kiss. And another, and another. Time passed in the blink of an eye as you two sat there until the eclipse neared, all wrapped up in each other embraces, gasping for air in between lovely, innocent kisses. There was not an inch on your face that had not gotten all showered in his love. He seemed to have a weakness for kisses right below his ear as you found out, hearing his breath hitch and feeling his body shudder everytime you did. It had taken a while until you both managed out how to kiss. You couldn't help but whimper quietly as you felt his tongue slipping over your bottom lip before his teeth gently tugged at the soft flesh, leaving you completely breathless. The moment was perfect until-

"y/n! y/n?"

Neteyam's voice called out through the village. He seemed to be looking for you. Only then you noticed that it was petting dark. Had you really been here for hours?

"Fuck.." you mumbled after drawing away from Rotxo immediately, panic rushing through your veins. "What am I gonna say?" you cursed under your breath before you both got up on your feet and you peeked out. Neteyam and Ao'nung were on their way heading straight to Rotxo's marui, guessing you'd be here.

You turned to Rotxo, who seemed to be just as stressed as you were, if not even more but he cleared his throat and tried to hide his nerves. He had done so all these years so he'd do the same now, as he always had.

"Hey, we got this, okay?" he ensured, placing a soft kiss onto your head before he left his marui to face the two husbands. They seemed to be relieved as they saw you stepping out of his home shortly after him, trying to adapt to the calmness Rotxo showed.

"I was beginning to worry about you! You could've told me that you were going to stay away for longer!" Ao'nung started to scold you immediately but you only pursed your lips.

"She was with me all the time, there's nothing to worry about." Rotxo interfered, which seemed to calm Ao'nung right away.

"Good. I hope that is true, because if I find out you've been out with the boys you're gonna be grounded."

You only rolled your eyes. How ironic. Rotxo couldn't help but smile, even though he hated himself for basically lying to his best friend. Ao'nung trusted him and yet he felt as he had betrayed him in some way. He could only watch you getting dragged back home. Neteyam didn't say a word even though he had definetly noticed your plump, swollen lips.

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Yooooo!!!! Okie so it took me a bit to think about but I got it!

Can I request a rotxo x reader? Where rotxo is a Mama's boy? I have seen a lot of neteyam, lo'ak and a few for ao'nung. But none for baby boi rotxo! Gotta give him love too! Thank you!!! 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙

Rotox and mom reader

When you had always been young there was always the dream and hopes, to have a mate and family of your own. That did some true for you finding a mate that had fallen in love with, and couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him. Soon starting a family as well and that when you had thought you had a perfect life. A life that you hope will stay perfect forever and that nothing will come to ruin it.

y/n " ........" you are by the tide pools collect some clams and herbs when you had seen a herb of ikran coming, towards the village everyone had looked up seeing the ikran from the forest.

y/n " well it looks like today is going to get more interesting then I had thought" a group had started rushing back to the village to see what the matter, you had gather up all your stuff and soon raced home to see what was happening.

y/n " I wonder what brought hm here eywa or something else" you had arrived at the village looking at the strangers who got off their ikrans, and you are looking for on specific person you son.

y/n " where could he be he is always around here by now" you are looking for rotxo your son, but soon enough your worries had rushed away when you soon saw him walking with Ao’nung, as they walked pass the group. Ao’nung seem not to pay them attention, while Rotox had greeted them with a smile he soon saw you and smiled.

y/n " that my son" it made your proud that rotxo had shown respect towards the newcomer you had raised him well, you soon made your way towards him and aonung.

rotxo " mother"

y/n " hello my son and nephew"

aonung " hello aunt y/n"

y/n " it seems like the great mother has brought us guest"

aonung " look that their tail they are like weird" aonung comment had gotten the attention of the crowd and some laugh as well, rotxo didn't seem to be laughing.

???? " aonung be nice hello aunt y/n"

y/n " hello tsireya"

lo'ak " hey" the boy who was apart of the newcomer group had looked at tsireya and said hello, getting a laugh from the girl as she blushed a bit.

y/n " I saw that he seems nice" tsireya had smiled and laugh at your words making you happy as well.

Jake " hello we came here in peace we mean no harm" you soon took time to remember that the one who was leading the group is toruk makto, the dream walker who chase away the sky people. Soon enough tonowari had shown up before any more question could be asked. Soon enough your sister ronal had shown up as well she was not happy about the new comers at the moment.

tonowari " my people we will allow the sully family and their group stay with us and learn the ways of the water"

tonowari " we are to treat them as our brothers and sisters while they are here as they are babies, taking their first breathe" it was done the newcomers are staying and were going to be taught the ways of the clan.

rotxo " mom can I go help the sully family and their group, carry their stuff to their home"

y/n " yes you can be home for dinner"

rotox " yes mom" rotxo had ran off and went to go speak with the sully kids and another boy, he was there with tsireya as they talked and soon helped them move their stuff.

y/n " that my boy"

later that night

y/n " so how was showing the new arrivals around"

rotxo " it was good mom there is something I wish to speak to you about"

y/n " what is that"

rotxo " well tsireya asked if I wish to help her and aonung on teaching the new comers, and I agreed if that okay with you I know I have task around the home ...."

y/n " it okay my son and you are a good teacher I know you will do well"

rotxo " thank you mom"

y/n " you are welcome my boy now eat your dinner it getting cold" rotxo smiled and nodded his head, as she began to eat his dinner. It brought your joy that rotxo had seen been able to live a fun and happy life after all that unfold a couple years ago.

Days later

y/n " ......" you are cleaning up the home when you heard footsteps moving towards the home and soon stop.

????? " umm hello is rotxo home"

y/n " yes he is" you had soon looked up to the sully children and their friend name spider.

tsireya " good morning aunt y/n is rotxo up and ready"

y/n " yes he ...."

rotxo " I'm up and ready everyone"

y/n " here you children take some fruit you will all need all the strength and energy today" you had shown the basket of fresh fruit to the group.

neteyam " thank you ma'am"

tuk " thank you so much"

y/n " you are all welcome"

tsireya " we are planing to do more of our lessons today"

y/n " that good but remember to stay within the area of the clan, either of you all should be going that off into the ocean"

the kids " yes ma'am"

y/n " now run off and go have some fun"

rotxo " bye mom see you later" the children had taken some fruit they all seem very grateful and happy. The children soon took off heading to who know where for their lesson for the day.

with the children

lo'ak " your mom is very nice rotxo"

rotxo " thank you"

neteyam " so you three are cousins"

aonung " yes our moms are sisters our mom is the oldest leaving y/n the youngest"

spider " wow and this fruit is delicious"

tsireya " yes aunt y/n knows when to pick and harvest fruit at the right time"

kiri " maybe she can help us learn"

rotxo " she will be willing to teach you if you ask"

lo'ak " so if you mom is nice and caring what is your dad like, hey I never even see him before"

rotxo " ......"

lo'ak " well we saw your mom when we came here as she was standing by her and you and pointed her out, but we haven't seen you dad yet"

rotxo " we should get on with the lessons right reya"

tsireya " yes we can ask questions another time"

lo'ak " so you dad is warrior or hunter that will explain why he not here that much or he is ... with the great mother" the group had gotten quite as rotxo had gotten up and looked away.

aonung " drop it lo'ak that none of your business"

lo'ak " I was just asking a questions that all we have told you about our lives, and we have heard about aonung and tisreya but none about him"

rotxo " I don't wish to speak about that man so leave it alone, I think it will be best if I take myself out of these lessons today it has become to hard to be here right now" rotxo soon walked off while everyone was looking at lo'ak.

spider " nice move there I'm going to see if he okay"

kiri " I will come as well"

neteyam " I will go as well and say sorry for lo'ak mistake"

lo'ak " I can go"

aonung " I don't think he will want to see you right now or ever"

kiri " no spider and I will as we know how it feels to be him" spider and kiri had left to find rotxo, and it didn't take them that long to find him. The tiro had sone some lessons together at day after talking for a while.

Later on that night

rotox " hey mom I brought some friends over for dinner if that fine"

y/n " that okay my son who did your bring"

rotxo " kiri and spider I was with them today and brought them over for dinner"

y/n " hello you two and welcome to our home again what happened to the others"

rotxo " a situation during our lesson"

kiri " my brother has asked a question about someone in your family, that lead to the break up of our group"

y/n " I understand well dinner is ready why don't you all come to join us"

spider " thank you" the teens had soon joined you for dinner it was a wonderful dinner and good conversation as well. The two teens had stayed a bit longer to have a conversation with rotxo once, dinner was over and cleaned up.

???? " excuse me"

y/n " hello how may I help you" you had soon looked up and saw Jake standing there with Tsu'tey.

tsutey " we have been told our kids are here I'm looking for my son spider"

Jake " I'm looking for my daughter kiri they came here with rotxo"

y/n " yes my son they are here"

kiri " dad"

Jake " hello I came to walk you home and Tsu'tey came here to bring spider home"

spider " we are coming we will see you tomorrow rotxo"

rotox " sure"

Jake " thank you for allowing them to stay and have dinner"

y/n " it was wonderful to have them over and I hope to have them over again" the two teens had smile about being invited over again for another dinner, they all soon left the home. You soon looked at your son and pulled him into a hug.

y/n " you have done well my son and you will always make our family proud"

rotxo " thank you mama" you soon kissed rotxo forehead before she had head off to bed that night, as you stoof awake a bit more thing about how much you and rotxo had changed since that sorrow day that changed the both of your forever.

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Kinktober 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

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A/N: My first Rotxo piece! A lot of firsts happening this month lol. I decided to use him for this prompt super last minute. Like I had a plot, but no clear character and somehow, he just seemed to really fit for what I wanted. Honestly, credit goes to @xylianasblog for inspiring me to try my hand at writing him. We need more Rotxo content. So here it is lol. I hope you guys like what I did! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Rotxo x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Kinda Fluffy?

If there were ever such a thing as a pure soul, Rotxo was definitely it. His fluffy hair, big sweet eyes, and that damn cute smile he always had, it was too much for your heart. And it certainly took you by surprise when he had started courting you. He was always the more quiet, reserved type so you never really realized that he had taken any kind of interest in you. You always imagined your feelings were one-sided so it made your heart soar when you found out his intentions. The one little catch, though? You were a bit…impatient. You were completely head over heels for Rotxo and you wanted to seal the deal immediately. And while he was eager to make things official with you, he also was very traditional in the sense that he wanted to wait until he could properly court you and mate before Eywa.

“But Rotxo…” you whined pouting your lip and flashing your big, sad eyes up at him.

He’d hold your chin with his fingers and kiss your lips lightly. “You are very cute, but we must be patient, yawne. It won’t be much longer now.” His voice is sweet and his gaze is loving, but damn that only made you wetter. You’re almost positive he can feel it from where you were sat in his lap.

“But I want to feel you. My heart is already yours. I want you to have my body too.” You say shifting yourself around to where you were straddling his lap and you can feel the tense muscle of his thigh against your clit. The friction makes you gasp and your eyes soften even more looking at him.

His eyebrows raise feeling you not-so-subtly rock your hips against his thigh trying to relieve some of the pent-up frustration in your core. To your surprise, though, he doesn’t try to stop you. Instead, he cups your face with his hand and runs his thumb along your lower lip.

“My poor, impatient syulang. It’s not time yet. But for now, take what you need like this.” He flexes his thigh under you and your head falls back a bit with a whimper. You move your hips more openly on top of him and the slide gets easier the wetter you get, your aching cunt drooling through your tewng and onto his thigh.

“Mmf! Rotxo…” your eyebrows scrunch together feeling a strange mix of arousal and shame swirling in your chest.

“Shh, I know, tìyawn. It’s okay. Just let me watch you, yeah?” he says sweetly letting his hand fall from your face down to your hip. His fingers squeeze at the soft flesh where your hip meets your thigh and his eyelids grow heavy.

His tewng is starting to get a little tighter than he’s comfortable with and you can feel his stiff length bumping against your leg when you move. It makes more blood rush to your already throbbing clit knowing that he was getting turned on watching you helplessly hump at his leg.

“More, Ro…please…” you whimper out getting lost in the never-ending sky blue of his eyes. He bites his lip and tentatively uses his fingers to slide your tewng to the side so that your bare cunt was on his skin. Your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls forward so your forehead is against his. Your lips are parted in panting breaths still dragging your slippery pussy over his taut muscles. You can see a dark spot starting to form between his legs where he was no doubt leaking precum from his poor neglected cock.

A flutter jumps from your core up through your belly and makes your body tremble.

“Oh, Rotxo, I’m going to cum like this!”

He can barely manage any words to properly respond to you with. His eyes are love drunk gazing at you like a deity that he gets to witness and worship. He watches as you fall apart on top of him and he can feel evidence of your climax dripping down his thigh when you finally fall boneless into his body. He rests a hand on your back and rubs small, comforting circles into your skin.

“Feel better?” he asks a hint of a smirk in his voice.

“Mhm” you hum out nuzzling your nose into his neck with a smile. You feel a twitch against your leg and realize that he’s still in need of relief too. You pull your face back to look at him only to find his pupils are wide and his face is flushed.

Now, it’s your turn to raise your brows at him and his eyes dart away from you. “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be silly, Ro…” you say palming his thick erection over his tewng. Eywa, he may not be one to brag, but he absolutely should. “Let me take care of you.”

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