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Spider-Man’s a Slut
Aged-Up!Peter Parker x Dom!Reader
18+
Warnings: Degradation(a little), Verbal Humiliation(also a little)
A/N: This is a continuation of a fic I did on the account @dilf0bsess0r that I’ll link!
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Even after you and Peter had started, "doing stuff"(that's how he put it), together, he still seemed a little shy.
And you thought it was adorable.
It was so easy to tease him; sliding you hand up his thigh during team dinners, whispering all the things you'd love to do to him during movie night, or simply just coming to watch him work in his lab.
That tomato red color would pop up on his cheeks, and he'd be unable to function for the next five to ten minutes.
Your dynamic didn't go unnoticed by the team.
Tony would cover his eyes anytime the two of you even kissed, Nat teased you, and Sam and Buck made bets on who tops.
-Sam won-
Peter would never come out and say it, but he loved the teasing. How you'd get him riled up, only to stop the next minute, acting as if nothing had happened. Sure, it'd leave him painfully hard and with nothing but dirty thoughts for the next hour or two, but you always solved that frustration when you got to bed that night.
Peter didn't know how to explain his feelings, so naturally you only found out when he said it after sex.
You had his hands tied behind his back, and although he could easily break out, he didn't.
You were using a fleshlight on him, letting him fuck into it only to remove it when he was close to coming.
Your unoccupied hand traveled to his throat, your manicured nails a pretty sight curled around the milky white skin.
"Y/N p-please, let me cum. I'll be so good, please.", he whined.
"Hmm, I don't know. I think you can hold out a little longer.", you say, watching as his hips buck up, chasing the friction the toy provided.
When you finally look at him, you can't help the groan that escapes your lips.
Those big brown eyes are staring up at you with a gloss to them, the tears threatening to slip out, his lips are a deep red and bitten, stained from your kisses.
"Remember the first time we did this? You let it slip that you edged yourself. I knew then that you were my dirty boy.", the last words are uttered when you bring the fleshlight back down on Peter's cock, making him gasp and cum immediately.
It catches you both off guard, not knowing what to say as he comes down from his high, leaning forward into your chest for support.
You were using him for support too, your legs not fully back to normal after Peter had eaten you out, making you cum three times.
Instead of addressing what's just happened, you untied Peter, urging him to stand so you could shower together.
It was later when you were in bed that he'd brought it up, the words mumbled into the skin of your neck as he cuddled into you.
"I know why it happened."
Even though you kind of knew what he meant, you still urged him to explain.
"I, umm, liked how you talked to me. Like a lot.", he practically whispered, trying to bury his face even further into your neck.
You hummed your understanding, still wanting him to explain a little more, "What do you mean, 'how I talked to you'?", you question, running your hands through his hair.
"I liked when- when you uh,", Peter whines frustratedly, the vibrations causing you to giggle a little.
"Take your time, use your words."
Your soothing words seem to help, because you hear Pete take a deep breath, collecting his words, "I liked when you were mean to me."
You pause your hands movements in his hair, coaxing him to sit up. "Baby, when was I mean to you?", you're genuinely confused, reminiscing over your words from earlier in the night.
Peter tries to snuggle back into you, wanting to hide himself, but you don't let him.
His eyes never meet yours, but he finally mumbles out, "You called me dirty."
Oh. You remembered what he was referencing, right before he came unexpectedly, you'd called him your "dirty boy".
"Oh. Yeah I remember now. You said you liked it, what do you mean? You want me to do it more often?"
And it was something about your genuinely concerned voice, talking about what was considered vulgar to Peter was making him hard.
You felt him starting to rub himself on your thigh, the thin material of his boxers doing nothing to hide his obvious arousal.
"Oh baby boy,", you coo, "you're so needy tonight."
He whines as you slot your knee in between his legs, making the friction even better.
"That's it sweetheart, you just wanted me to take care of you huh?"
"Yes ma'am.", he whimpered into your collarbone, his hips moving more and more frantically.
"Well go on, make yourself cum like a good little whore."
Peter mewls, focused on chasing his orgasm. You tug at his hair a bit, "Say it. Say you're my good little whore."
"Oh god.", Peter moans out, hips slowing a little as he tries to focus on what you're saying. "I'm- I'm your good little whore."
You pull Peters hair so that he looks at you, "There's that filthy mouth I love so much."
You connect your lips with his in one last kiss before allowing him to cum, watching as his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.
"Good boy, you did so good for me baby."
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This is short but it's been sitting in my drafts for foreverrrr so here ya go!
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⚠️Content⚠️; edging, mention first time edging, mention marriage, mild description of messy nut, slight sub!central cee, no paragraph spacing( yet at least, this was so random), small text, horrible British accent because I need to watch more YouTube videos on how slang works in the uk lol.
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“Come on now big boy “ your southern drawl had him twitching in your fist, “ Just a few more seconds and you can let go.” “Fuckin’ Christ…” he groans out, back to the chair, and arm over his eyes and face, scared if he looks at you he’d cum all over your hand and those pretty diamond rings he gave you in Vegas. You leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his warm tatted chest, trailing your way up his neck, his hips bucking into your hand. “Like that?..” you whispered into his skin, glossed lips gently sucking on his spot just below his ear. “Fuck, you know I do,” his breath comes out shaky as he fights the urge to grind into your fist. Your slippery hand from his pre slides its way up his base to give his tip a gentle squeeze, slow and round pumps causing his perfect teeth to catch his bottom lip to control his whimpering “Mm!” His other hand gently grips yours, a warning that if you continue he’d bust. A grin took over your lips as you leaned up to plant a sticky kiss on his lips. “Go ahead baby.” Not a full pump later you could feel him tense up below you, a gasp leaving his throat, and the warm seed gliding down your fingers. Proud of yourself from this experiment, you smiled and kissed him on the lips again before bring your hand to a stop. “Good job darlin’ ” he shutters underneath you as he caught his breath, arm falling from his face as he gets a good look at you. “Was it good?” You asked, a sudden bubble of nerves forming in your stomach as he looks at you with a glazed over look. Still coming from his high he gives you a lazy nod and a deep sigh before melting in the couch. “S' fucking amazin'” he lazily grins and releases a chuckle, not believing he just did what he did. He really needed to get out of his comfort zone more. “Would you do it again?” You grinned, reaching over to grab the damp rag to clean him and your hand off. You couldn’t help but to feel a bit cocky.
“Absolutely.”
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⚠️Content⚠️; edging, mention first time edging, mention marriage, mild description of messy nut, slight sub!central cee, no paragraph spacing( yet at least, this was so random), small text, horrible British accent because I need to watch more YouTube videos on how slang works in the uk lol.
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“Come on now big boy “ your southern drawl had him twitching in your fist, “ Just a few more seconds and you can let go.” “Fuckin’ Christ…” he groans out, back to the chair, and arm over his eyes and face, scared if he looks at you he’d cum all over your hand and those pretty diamond rings he gave you in Vegas. You leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his warm tatted chest, trailing your way up his neck, his hips bucking into your hand. “Like that?..” you whispered into his skin, glossed lips gently sucking on his spot just below his ear. “Fuck, you know I do,” his breath comes out shaky as he fights the urge to grind into your fist. Your slippery hand from his pre slides its way up his base to give his tip a gentle squeeze, slow and round pumps causing his perfect teeth to catch his bottom lip to control his whimpering “Mm!” His other hand gently grips yours, a warning that if you continue he’d bust. A grin took over your lips as you leaned up to plant a sticky kiss on his lips. “Go ahead baby.” Not a full pump later you could feel him tense up below you, a gasp leaving his throat, and the warm seed gliding down your fingers. Proud of yourself from this experiment, you smiled and kissed him on the lips again before bring your hand to a stop. “Good job darlin’ ” he shutters underneath you as he caught his breath, arm falling from his face as he gets a good look at you. “Was it good?” You asked, a sudden bubble of nerves forming in your stomach as he looks at you with a glazed over look. Still coming from his high he gives you a lazy nod and a deep sigh before melting in the couch. “S' fucking amazin'” he lazily grins and releases a chuckle, not believing he just did what he did. He really needed to get out of his comfort zone more. “Would you do it again?” You grinned, reaching over to grab the damp rag to clean him and your hand off. You couldn’t help but to feel a bit cocky.
“Absolutely.”
#blackreader#domgirl#femreader#top!reader#dom!reader#fanfic#wmbw#sub!centralcee#central cee#uk rap#uk drill#rapper fanfic#rapper#drill music#central cee smut
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How about a tall black reader who's father is a na'vi and mother is human causing her to have shading of blue on her arms and feet ( not t like vitiligo) and she has the same nerves sistem of na'vi and is taller than the avatar boys and is a super dom
Thinking about you
Oooh
I have two versions of this, I couldn't decide what to do but I think I made the right choice. The first one was peepee poopoo. sorry for not updating on this page for mooooonths but yall know how I do lol. It’s kinda meeehhhh, I need to ease my way back into smut lol
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jake sully X black hybrid Navi reader
⚠️content:size kink, slightly perve jake, sub jake sully, jake m-wording (Tumblr is being very strict abt smut) abt you, HEAVY CHOKING KINK (creamin), embarrassed jake lol, small text
Pandoras sex symbol.
Or at least that's what Jake Sully calls you in his head. You were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way your brown skin faded into the dark forest blue, the stripes in your body covering your strong limbs from head to toe. You were so fascinating. In a way, you reminded him of Earth, the good parts of it at least. From your human features to the way you wore your camo lioncloth. But what got him the most was your height. You were taller than most, maybe the tallest out of the clan, standing at a confident 9ft with the prettiest tight curly hair that mostly stayed in braids, wooden beads always sporting them. Your eyes were a little smaller than the regular Navi, but they were still that pretty amber he grew to love.
And that voice. Good lord above. He couldnt even count on his 10 didgets how many times he had goosebumps from it. It was deeper than the average womens, and he loved it. Especially when you talked in his ear after you pushed him into the floor by his neck. That with the combination of your strong thighs straddling him between your body. "come on sully, do better." it was a gentle scold, your accent causing his sweaty body to spasm under your heavy body, this movement making you drive him more into the dirt, hot bodies pressing into each other. "you're killing me right now.." he grunts, his hips pulling back into the dirt in hopes to not meet yours. "not yet at least." You pulled back, handing coming back from his neck with a cocky grin. You always won these competitions. Being born and raised here, trained by the RDA soldiers and the local navi before they got sent away. You were born to overpower him, even if he's been on the planet for 15 years.
He could never win against you, not that he wanted to, always ending up below you was his favorite part of the day. Every time the two of you would split up to go home, he didn't waste time pulling his matted braids up in a ponytail and stripping from his straining cloth. Dropping to his knees on his bouncy mat bed to grab the base of his thick cock. Impatient movements, he brought his hand back up to spit in his hand and back down to gently fist his tip. Frantic pumps going up and down his length with a drawn-out groan, head falling back as his free hand ran over the burning flesh of his abs, thick pecs until it found its way up the blue collums of his neck, holding it tight, giving him the light headed feeling you gave him a few times a week.
"fuck..aah shit" he cursed lazily in his native langueage, eyes fighting to stay open as his wet hand grips and twists the dripping head of his dick. Your hand around his thoat, tight even if it was a playful fight, you were so rough with him, always saying he could handle it. Fuck ,I can handle it. He squeezes his throat tighter, the pressure causing him to bite his lip, muffling his whimper as his warm seed squirts onto his fist, dripping down his fingers until it reached his tensed thighs.
Slowly grinding into his hand, letting his high settle, his eyes flutter open and looked down at the mess he's made once he came to a stop. Oh god, she'd kill me.
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#blackreader#femreader#top!reader#domgirl#sub avatar#sub!character#sub jake sully#sub!jakesully#fanfic#smut#jake sully x reader#jake sully smut#avatar the way of water#avatar 2009#dom reader#dom!reader
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What was I going to write???…
WHAT WAS I GOING TO WRITE?????
#this draft was like from 2021 my lord#I need to know what I was cooking up#sukuna#sub sukuna#blackreader#domgirl#femreader#top!reader#dom!reader
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I don’t wish you well. 5
Short story.
Inspiration from Brent fiayaz; darling I don't wish you well
Italics=English
Yandere Reader × Neytiri X Jake Sully
Summery: he didn’t know why you didn’t like him, but maybe if you started liking him, you’d forget?
⚠️warning⚠️
None.
That’s not a future you wanted to live. You wanted to live your own way, not to be forced into something you didn’t want. Is this how Neytiri felt when she was promised to Tsu’tey? Being forced to be the future tsahik when all she wanted to do was be a worrier, a hunter who provides for her clan.
Now that was you, minus the whole forced to be tsahik thing. You’d truly go insane if that was the case. If you were to marry the two of them, then you’d do anything in your power to become the Olo'eyktan, because the clan needed a strong worrier, not some lame who found himself lost in a forest.
All your life you wanted something simple. To be the best. To live a quiet life taking care of those you love while also providing and protecting your home. You’ve thought about your future, it was all planned out. To become the strongest worrier in the clan, maybe even get married and bear children, to continue your line of succession. But that was in the far far far future.
Although you liked kids, you only had limited patience for them. You were far too immature for any of your own.
And now, now your future was sealed. No more contemplating about the small things that you want to accomplish. It was done.
All of these things running through your head, you were distracted during the hunt, arrows not making a lethal hit, only injuring your animal brothers and sisters because of your foggy mind.
“Tsmuke,” Tsu’tey calls out after you pull the knife from the yeriks neck, your prayer to Eywa ending once you open your eyes. “Yes, Ma Tsu’tey.” Your voice was low as you wiped your knife clean and slid it back into its sheath. “You’re distracted, disturbed by something. What happened while visiting the tsahik?” He asked, crouching down next to you to help tie the arms and legs of the yerik. You couldn’t hide much from this man, always having a keen eye, studying over the ones he cared for.
“I…” you closed your eyes, releasing a harsh breath from your nose. How are you to tell your brother you're marrying someone whom he already has claimed? “I am to be promised to someone..” You never took your eyes off the animal below you while you spoke, but you could feel Tsu’tey’s amber eyes glaring at the side of your face
“And… you do not want that?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to drop the fake focus and turn to your brother who stared in concern. How were you to ever tell him…
“This person is already promised to someone… but tsahik says for the sake of the clan we must get married. Not only that but I am to marry two people. I don’t know what to do… what to say to this person who has to give up their future wife.”
Tsu’tey lets out a long hum, coming to understand how you felt. Grabbing the yerik from the rope, he threw the animal over his shoulder and began walking to his pa’li, you following beside him.
“I feel where you are coming from… I am not in love with Neytiri, but she is resilient and beautiful. And she has a kind heart. But she isn’t her, and she will never be her. What I am doing is for the clan, and maybe one day I can grow to love her as my parents grew to love each other… at least I think they love each other.” He snickers, throwing your dinner onto the back of his pa’li.
You almost felt your eye twitch, but you pushed that feeling back knowing he meant nothing by it, and instead rolled your eyes as you watched the male mount his ride. “Your parents love each other the best that they know how.” Ateyo and Artsut were his parents, controlling and strict as they are, you strongly believed they loved both Tsu’tey and his younger brother, Arvok.
Did they suck at showing it?… perhaps. But they loved them.
You attached your queue to your ride before mounting it. “And… if it was you in this position. If someone were to take Neytiri away from you?… for the clan of course.” Placing a supporting hand on the yerik you had in front of you, both of you and the joining hunters turn to return to the tree.
You watched as Tsu’tey’s face contorted into one of confusion. He looks off in the distance for a while, trying to find an acceptable answer that he meant genuinely. Soon his face fell into a softer one, next his shoulders shrugged. “Well, tsmuke… if that were to happen, I wouldn’t have much of a choice but to accept it. As a normal reaction, I would be upset, having to lose my future wife once again,” Oh Eywa, why’d he have to phrase it like that? “But for our clan, I would do anything to keep it safe, to keep tradition going.”
This caused you to release a breath of reinsurance, eyes returning to the path. “Why do you ask?” You hoped he wouldn’t say that. But as of recently, luck wasn’t on your side. “To prepare, tsmukan…”
You could feel his stare on the side of your face, intuition telling him that you were hiding something. He was slightly concerned, but more offended by this. You tell him everything, the fact you didn’t tell him this made him want to force his way into your business. But with a grunt, he drags his amber eyes back to the front.
“Jake Sully.” Your ears perk up at this, but you try to pretend you have no interest, keeping your eye low as if you were not bothered. The truth is that the name made your back itch.
“Who?” You asked, invisible brows going downward, convincing him you truly didn’t know who that was. Tsu’tey grins at this, a hefty laugh leaving his throat.
“The one Neytiri is training, the one we aren’t fond of.” You rolled your eyes at the reminder. “What about the freak?”
“He seems to have this… interest in neytiri. Not only her but you as well. I see it, and I know you do as well.” Tuh, don’t remind me brother- wait what. With a clenched jaw, you were quick to turn your head, invisible brows crashing together. “What are you implying?” Your ears press against your head, an unwanted nervousness bubbling in your stomach.
Tsu’tey never looks at you as a grin grows on his face. “About Neytiri or about-“ “about me.” “Don’t act like you’ve not seen it sister!” He exclaimed with a booming laugh. You were entirely confused. Mostly because anytime you were near Neytiri you wouldn’t even glance at that man unless he did or said something stupid.
“Explain to me what you mean..” you mumbled, eyes slightly squinting as you looked forward, trying to think of a time that loser idiot thing of a Navi gave you even a look until the other day.
“He takes small glances at you. But when you are far he is confident in studying your mannerisms. His eyes do not say lust in them,” thank Eywa . “but instead he looks at you with curiosity, he’s… cautious with his looks, knowing you’d call him out. He’s almost studying. As if you’re a threat of a sort.”
You smirk at this. He’s watching me because of Neytiri. “I am a threat. I do not trust him. All he needs to do is give me a reason and I’ll serve his false body to my Ti’San. My ikran shall suck the meat off his bones if he chooses to push his luck.”
You, Tsu’tey, and the other hunters make your way into the opening of the tree and travel to the butcher's den to skin and distribute the meat.
But once again, you seem to catch someone’s eye.
What does she know? Jake Sully thinks as he sits near the stairs, bone knife coming to a stop from carving into his training bow. He watches as you grin and laugh, teeth almost perfect except for the slightly chipped one on the bottom row. Huh, he huffs. He had never actually seen you laughing before, it was kind…magical in a sense.
How can someone so scary and intense laugh and have beautiful emotions? You were a robot, no emotions! So how come you’re laughing, cheesing even at Tsu’tey at that? He’d understand Ka’ani or Enid making you laugh, they were some funny blue fellas-but Tsu’tey?? Be serious.
He scoffs as he watches the same male help you take the yerik off your pa’lis back, making you slap his shoulder. Yeah, she could’ve done it herself. Shaking his head he suck’s his teeth. He needed to make amends with you. He doesn’t know exactly what he did to make you act the way you did, especially when he sees you laugh and smile like that at the person who didn’t like him.
Whatever it was he needed it to stop, to be forgotten. Because he couldn’t let you know about the plans he had with the RDA. Especially because he didn’t even know what he was doing… he was supposed to get information on how to move the ometicaya out. Here he is, decorating his bow as the girl his heart beats fast to is upstairs preparing for a hunting festival.
He should be focused on getting home. Getting his real legs back.
But go home to what?
Pestering parents, a dying earth, no wife no kids. Not even a car in his name. The only thing that’s waiting for him back on earth is bills, rent, and paying Uncle Sam's taxes.
Here you don’t get that. Yeah, you may almost die trying to pick some fruits and hunt some food, but in all honesty, it’s worth it. You can breathe here. He can walk here. He couldn’t do that back on earth.
So why is he doing this? He should just tell them the truth, he should’ve done it the second he walked in through the tree.
“What’s got you thinking?” He flinched at the sudden voice, only to relax back into the wood stairs when he saw Neytiri. “Oh, is the setting up almost done?” He asks, putting his knife up and placing his bow down.
Neytiri raises her invisible brow, noticing how he dodged the question. But her parents raised a stubborn woman. She sits down beside him and looks where he was staring, the closed curtain of the butcher’s tent. “What is wrong Jake?” She asks again, eyes already back on his.
He hesitates to answer, smaller eyes glancing back at the hut before releasing a breath from his nose. “Your friend… Y/N? Was it?” That was the first time he’d ever said your name, Neytiris eyes even widening at the mention of you. “Yes, what happened? Did she get hurt on her hunt?”
She asked, accent rushed as she was about to stand at the thought, but Jake gently pulled her back. “What?-no no no. Um… I just wanted to ask, Is there any way you can tell me how to get on her good side? I’ve noticed she doesn’t like me very much heh.” He chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to word it without sounding like a weirdo.
But Neytiris's eyes only widened in excitement at this. “Yes!” She smiles. “She doesn’t like you very much.” Wow, ouch. “But she can learn to like you. Like how I did! I got to know you. She is my best friend, sa’nok Grace would call us, I have to make my best friend and my friend get along, so I am glad you asked.”
And so that’s when it started. It started with simple things, Neytiri egging the male on by trying to get him to talk to you, to have a simple conversation. She told him what you did and didn’t like. You liked eye contact, you found it endearing when people didn’t look at you with fear or nervousness, made you feel normal and it showed confidence.
You didn’t like loud speakers like most elders, he didn’t have a problem with that having naturally speak lowly himself. You didn’t like rambling, liking the person to get straight to the point even if it hurts. You liked your own space, not getting touched unless you were close to that person, that was an easy request to follow.
It was now the next day, everyone buzzing around, getting ready for the hunting festival while the hunters went to their families for prayer and hugs, then to the tree of voices just in case they didn’t make it back that day.
But Neytiri delayed her day for Jake, helping him into his gear as they spoke about you, glanced at you from a distance.
“She believes people can give off a negative energy through physical touch. She’s very superstitious, like my mother in some ways.” Neytiri says as they watched you help your little sister with her chest piece, your fingers lingering just a little as if you were praying protection on her. You were a completely different person when it came to the people you loved and cared for.
He gets it.
He understood why people felt the way they did around you. Scary on the outside yet you had soft intentions. Maybe not to him but… he’ll get there.
“When she lays her hands on you it feels…” she hesitated, trying to find a word in her limited vocabulary.
“Intentful.”
Jake finished the women’s words as he watched you give the rest of your siblings a hug for good luck on the hunting party.
“In-tent-ful?…” she repeated back in a question, big eyes turning to look up at Jake. “Mhm.. it means to mean something, to put your all into something purposeful.” His heart couldn’t help but flutter at those amber eyes that stared into his. Neytiri smiles with a small nod. “Yes, that describes her touches. You have to speak to her before we ride. To wish her well, maybe even get to know her.” He feels his breathing stutter, sudden nervousness shooting up his body.
“I don’t think-“ “Go now!” He gets shoved off, feet almost tripping against the moss-covered ground. Clearing his throat awkwardly he looks back at Neytiri who greets him with a wide smile and a thumbs up as she retreats upstairs to get Seze ready.
When he turns back around he gets greeted with the soft muscles of your back as you spoke to a fellow hunter. Okay, okay don��t be pussy, I got this, I got this. He makes his way up to you. The female warrior across from you was the first to see the alien walk up to you, causing her to stop her conversation and nod behind you.
Thinking it was someone you knew you turned around with a small smile, just for it to turn into a look of slight disgust. Okay, ouch, again. For some reason, it hurt more when it came from you rather than Tsu’tey or the other Navi who still didn’t like his presence.
Was it because he’s seen the way you act with others? And he secretly wanted that from you? Or was it because you were a real bitch that hurt his damn feelings.
“What.” It was more of a command than a question. Sucking his teeth he sighs. I got this. Eye contact. Jake gives you a soft closed lip smile, causing you to raise your brow. “I wanted to wish you well on the hunt, not that you need it, I know you’ll do well.” You almost cringed at the ass-kissing.
Instead, you tilted your head and scanned his features, trying to see if there were any underlying lies in his words. He begins to shift awkwardly at this, the silence eating him up as he watches your darkened eyes scan his eyes, down the flat of his nose to his thinner lips, his strong chin, his neck, and back up. What is she looking for?
“I will do good.” You suddenly spoke in Navi, your eyes snapping back up to his, causing him to gulp, heart pounding in his chest, he was sure you could hear it. “Be careful with this hunt Jake,” his brows crash together, shocked to hear those words, fully expecting to hear a threat or a scoff. But when you step closer, and lean in, causing him to stiffen “We may be the hunters today, but even you can still be hunted.” You leaned back, eyes meeting his.
He looked frightened. That was definitely a threat. He didn’t know it but you were joking, kinda. You knew you couldn’t kill him yet, but it was still funny watching him squirm in discomfort. Smirking you raised your hand and placed it by his neck, thumb pressing gently on his collarbone. “You be safe. I will be on the front with Neytiri, so you are on your own. Don’t die.” You meant it this time. You were meant to marry him later on in life, he had to be alive. Unfortunately.
Once again Jake was left in complete shock as you pulled away. A threat and a semi-goodluck. You were entirely too confusing. He watches you pull away and make your way towards the stairs.
Putting his hand on his heart he stutters in a deep breath, heart pounding hard as if he gotten jump scared. He couldn’t tell what this feeling was. It was mixed, fear and something else. Fear and comfort perhaps? Your statement seemed pretty real like you meant that he should be safe.
“Do you know any colors in English?” It was now after the hunt, later that night where people gathered around the fire and listened to the music the Navi played with their drums. A lot of people got hurt, you were lucky enough to get a gash on your arm, Neytiri had more small cuts on her cheeks to go with the rest of the collection, Jake sully with sprained wrists he achieved when his ikran brushed past a tree as he was aiming, Tsu’tey was mostly unharmed with another nick in his ear. The herd today was aggressive, but it was worth it.
Inhaling a deep breath, inhaling the fresh meat of Talioang being cooked with others. Jake Sully has a newfound confidence, he had managed to make a kill of his own, and I guess that gave him confidence to sit down and speak to you. Rolling your eyes you looked off to your right where the male sat with a dumb grin. “So’nak grace has taught us some. Why?” He shrugs his hand coming down to gently rub the leaf spleen that sported some numbing herbs. “I just wanted to know. Do you have a favorite color?” You squinted your eyes at him, not completely understanding what he was trying to achieve. Is this his alien way of small talk?
Chewing the inside of your cheek, trying to hold your tongue from saying something bogus you complied. “Yes, sure… I like browns, purales… uh-the color of the trees” It’s been a while since you’ve had to speak colors. Jake's stupid grin forms into something sweet, something soft as he hears the words you pronounced wrong. “Purple? Purple and green.” He didn’t know he was smiling like that, soft and innocent. He watches you roll your eyes at the correction before you turned to the fire pit. Suddenly the drums got louder and the singing increased. The loud shouting of the Navi goes into a steady half-drunken chant to welcome the dancer who swayed majestically down the stairs.
“There she is…” you mumbled with a soft smile. Jake looks down at this smile you sported, the same one he had on his face just a second ago, before looking in the direction you were looking. There she was. Neytiri swayed and danced rhythmically with a wide smile on her lips. The cloth that hung from her arms blew as she moved with the songs she and the others sang.
She is beautiful. You thought as you gazed. You always looked forward to these celebrations, rarely seeing that smile ever since her sister died the year before.
“Y/N te sezelu Ke’it’ite.” Moat. Taking your eyes from Neytiri you look up at the tsahik who was wearing a beautiful iridescent gown that flowed elegantly around her figure. Her braids for the first time flowed down with beads attached to the ends. A soft breath left your nose as you raised your hand to your head in a greeting. “ Oel ngati kameie tsahik.” “I see you tsahik.” Jake copied your actions. Please don’t do anything embarrassing. It was like she read your mind. With a smirk she raised her hand, motioning you and Jake.
“You used to be such a dancer, my child, what happened?” “A lot of death happened.” She hums with a thick-lipped grin. She didn’t find your words funny, but she did find her teasing funny. “You should get up. Show Sully our ways,” you squinted your eyes at the old lady. If looks could kill moat would be with Eywa.
Moat then looks back at her daughter dancing with a fond smile on her face. “Go dance with her. Take Jake with you.” Even with a soft smile on her face, her voice was firm and serious. Uh uh, no way. “I’m not in formal wear tsahik.” “I’ll give you a pass.” Moat gives Jake a stern look, making him stand in a hurried way. “Yeah- we should dance. That way you could teach me.” He looks down at you with a soft smile. Ugh, that smile… you internally groan and look away, hand coming up to rub the pounding in your chest. You were nervous, you hadn’t danced since you were 16, you were now 18, with scars. Mental and physical.
While you didn’t notice, Moat sported a sneaky grin as she backed away from the two of you and made her way back to her seated husband, and Tsu’tey. Who was watching the whole thing with narrowed eyes.
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to all the miguel girlies… i’m so sorry i ever questioned you………. i’m foaming at the mouth
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Making the reader Navi just to still make them shorter than an average Navi is so irritating. I really don’t understand submissive reader writers. You might as well make it human reader to fit your size kink 💀
The whole point of Navi is ; blue, tall, and can mostly hold your own to survive.
Y/n almost always has a victim complex, like bitch have a fucking back bone damn, so tired of y/n being so physically/mentally weak when it comes to these avatars fanfics. As a switch who leans towards dom content, it just throws me completely off when I see the mc acting so…. Idk weak? Overly vulnerable and fragile? Biggest ick. Shit like that made me block the submissive reader tag.
Like tf is you crying for??? Tuffin up bitch
And yk what else throws me off? When the mc (reader) has the right character plot to be the best, then ruins it with being overly sensitive and not confident. LIKE NO BÏTCH BE THE BEST BECAUSE YOU ARE THE BEST. BE CONFIDENT AND COCKY BECAUSE YOU WORKED HARD FOR IT, DONT BE PUSSY, PUSSy
Anyways, I will be taking opinions on these topics bc I love interacting with other people
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I unfortunately understand both sides of the whole Neteyam debate and let’s speak on it.
On one side I get it, hes a dead 15 y/o alien who doesn’t have a future, meaning he doesn’t have an aged up version.
On the other side, on pandora, 15 is considered an adult once you complete your rituals and what not
On the other side, let’s compare it to anime right? As you know, japans old consent law was 13, right? So naturally (the fucking weirdo ass animation people) sexualize children- well adults who have child like bodies. Just because it’s okay over there, doesnt mean it’s okay in America or wherever you live, right?
On the other side, he’s a blue fiction alien , who at first I thought was 18 ngl 💀 nigga old as hell in the face LMAO and mannerisms. Who are you to tell these people they can’t be attracted to an fictional alien, THEY AREN’T LISTENING, BECAUSE THEY AREN’T ATTRACTED TO REAL LIFE KIDS.
Let’s go back to the anime thing. We see it as weird when the “over powered” “1000” year old characters are… built like 5/6 right? Because people see it as, okay well she’s over age, this is okay… when in reality it’s weird, that’s a fucking toddler let’s be serious for TWO POINT FIVE SECONDS 😭 now, THOSE NIGGAS ARE ATTRACTED TO KIDS IRL 😭
When they see blue alien man with an okay built and matured features, they could give two shits about what’s right or wrong in THEIR world, because it’s okay in the fictional world 💀
Having the mindset of “well he’s not real he’s fictional” is I guess understandable, BUT LETS APPLY THIS SAME LOGIC TO THE CHARACTERS FROM SEVEN DEADLY SINS RIGHT?
Just because she’s not real, and that she’s “legal” doesn’t make this not weird. It’s weird. I guess when people look at anime they’re like “this looks like an human, I cant be attracted to this 🤢(even tho some are 🤢)” but when they see blue alien, who has no human features other than the fact they walk on two legs, they go “hey it’s okay, it’s not real 🤷🏽♀️”
But it’s also like, you think this character is attractive enough you want to age up?
So yeah, like I said, I understand both points
Will be adding to this, I would love to hear personal opinions.
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Making out with someone for a one night stand is crazy. Especially from a dating sight.
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A BLK WRITER THAT MAKES DOM FICS???? A FOLLOW FROM ME
YOU ALR KNOW I GOTTA SUPPORT 🩷🩷
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RAAAAAAAAAAAA 💪🏾
jealous girl !
chad meeks-martin x fem!reader short blurb + (nsfw) #2
"if i can't have you baby..."
"i always saw the way you look at her." crossing your right leg on top of your left, glaring at chad with pure bitterness. "why look at her when i've been here the whole time?" he looked at you confusingly, not having a single clue of what happened last night and it suddenly turned into you badgering him about drunkingly kissing tara. you saw his thumbs tapping rapidly on his phone screen, your body was fueled with venom and you were about to explode.
he finally looked at you, his eyes gleaming with sorrow, "it didn't mean anything. i love you, okay? i would never hurt you." the blame wasn't entirely on him, you went sam's route and decided not to be immediately public. you also simultaneously, and accidentally, agreed to not even be official. you both were still on the market and tara picked chad. it was total bullshit.
she didn't even really like him, he saved her life once. but it didn't matter, mr.martin was wrapped around your finger tight. he's obsessed. seeing you have the "misfortune" of talking to your ex crushes, or guys failing to flirt with you, chad turned into a adorable jealous freak.
swift footsteps moved around your small living room before approaching your room, ethan standing between you and the boy, "okay. obviously y/n is angry here and i get that," he stepped back towards chad, "but technically it is my fault."
interrupting him loudly,"what is wrong with you?!" you pushed them both outside the room, chad whispered to ethan and like clockwork he left. it was the two of you again. "what happened to 'you're my only one baby', 'im only talking to you..' i didn't know we were whoring ourselves out." your palms sat flat on your hips and you walked over to him, small, slow steps to make his heart race.
"i only partially remember kissing her, you're always on my mind i swear—" you harshly grabbed his heated cheeks, forcing his eyes to lock on you. "chad, you're sweet but naive. she's liked you since the dawn of time and you're just now noticing." he felt his shaft twitch, your heartless, venereal voice rung throughout his head;
his back was against the wall and your chest made contact with his shirt, your long acrylics balancing on the waistband of his boxers. his hips slightly jerked towards you, the only stopping you from giving him what he wanted was stubbornness and bothersome clothes. "cmon big strong man, tell me what you want," palming his bulge within your supple hand, "you want me to use you, like a toy? like how i use everyone else?"
"p-please, fuck—" quiet as a mouse, he was embarrassed by the position he was in. all he could do was silently beg you over again to fuck him, turn him into a personal slut of your own.
"if you want me to do anything, you're gonna have to beg louder than that." squeezing it a bit harder, hearing him whimper into his lip and you stood there looking at him powerless. "come on pretty boy, i'll lay you down."
"...no one else in this world can."
what a mini sub!chad fanfic what!!!!!
@mistyyyy im praying u like it 🙏🏾
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Lady Gaga’s left toe…. Interesting
He’s literally 20.
And I don’t think you should be talking.
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LISTEN
Finding out a writer I follow is white always makes me feel like Electro when he found out Peter wasn’t black.
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hobie brown x reader!!
a/n - creaming, foaming at the mouth, crying, sucking dick, anyways— yeah he’s hot and we need more fanfiction for him.
warnings - language, mentions of smoking, drinking, drink-spiking, and british people….
first meet!
first of all AUUUUUGGHHH he’s so HOTTTT
I would say that you guys met at one of his concerts
the place was definitely super sketchy, the whole place was lit up by string lights, which didn’t offer much
the whole place smelled like cigarettes and cheap booze, and you were pretty sure that this was just some guy’s basement at this point
the concert just finished, and you decided to grab a drink and sit down for a little bit
what else were you doing anyways?
you didn’t see anywhere else to sit, so the corner seemed like a good place for now
you sat there for a little bit, looking at everyone chatting, smoking, drinking, making out or whatever
“ey, you like the show?”
you looked up. jesus, he was tall. it might be the alcohol, or the dark room, or the fact that he was already 6 feet tall and he wore platforms, but hot damn.
“you good?”
he waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“yeah. was really good..”
“first time at a show?”
you looked down. you didn’t feel that well.
“yeah, uhm, it’s the first.”
he grabbed your drink from you, looking at it before pouring it on the floor.
“yeah, ‘cuz you don’t know how to check your drink.”
your stomach dropped. it could be from the realization of what could have happened, but most likely because you felt like throwing up. you stumbled to your feet, and hobie helped you to the garbage can next to the door. despite his appearance, he was extremely good at comforting you when you got sick. he kept his hand on your back, making sure to tell you:
“it’s okay, you’re not gonna die. not today at least.”
after the whole episode, you were exhausted. you just wanted to go home and forget about the whole night. of course this happened at your first show, you wanted to forget about all this and go on with your life. the next thing that happened was a huge blur. all you remember was being high above the city streets, and the wind against your face. someone holding you tightly.
you woke up in your own bed. as soon as you opened your eyes, your head hurt to high hell. it felt like someone was opening and closing your skull like a book. you turned over, looking towards your window. someone had left a sticky note. you got up, still in your outfit from last night, and stumbled over to the note. you quickly grabbed it and immediately sat back down, feeling sick.
‘NEXT GIG - SOUTH STREET BAR TONIGHT!’
there was something scribbled at the bottom.
‘(XXX)-XXX-XXXX IF U NEED HELP WITH CREEPS’
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