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#You can do this sully dig deep
tojigasm · 1 year
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girl 😫 your jake sully stuff is TOP TIER. best characterization for him i’ve seen so far, and the dialogue 🥵 WHEEEWW
i can’t get brat-tamer jake outta my head. can you imagine 🫣 maybe you do something he’s specifically told you multiple times NOT to do. or maybe it’s just back talk, whatever you want. either way, he’s not having it. gotta put you in your place, naturally. just don’t let him know you secretly enjoy it all 🤭
Thankyou thankyou, anon!! I hope you enjoy! <33
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"Cut it out."
You can hear the heat of his growl, teetering into a low groan when you look up, meeting his narrowed glance.
Usually, the look on its own, followed by the fevered warning was enough cause to rethink your attitude, and today you'd been testing his limits since he came back from a hunt early in the morning.
"Kid, I'm serious. M'not in the mood." Jake growls lowly, turning back to whatever he'd been working on.
But you were in the mood, and he'd been neglectful for the past week or so. Leaving you to settle and savor your own pleasure, and with the hunts becoming more frequent with winter nearing, you'd found yourself far more bratty than usual.
"Can't tell me what to do." You mumble.
"Excuse me?" The hiss of his voice should warrent and apology, and usually, it would, but with the hiss follows his sharp canines pearling under his lip and heat floods your core.
You don't answer him, resorting to huffed pout before standing up and walking away.
You don't get far before you're pulled to the ground, forcing you onto your knees. The ground bites at your skin and sends bursts of shivers up your thighs.
Jake grabs your jaw from behind you, tipping your head back to meet his eyes again. And you can tell, just by the way his ears plateau and his eyes soften gently that he's about to give you a second chance.
Before he has the chance, you bite at the inside of his thigh, earning a hiss from the older na'vi.
"Y/n," he warns through a groan, digging his thumb past your lips to rest against your tongue. The calm doesn't last long before he's pressing your face against his swollen cock.
"Don't be a fuckin' brat." He heads, wrapping both hands at your jaw, leading you up and down the length of him.
You swallow around him and run your tongue up and down the base of his cock, circling your small hands around the girth of his hilt.
You feel dirty. Covered in the filth of his vulgar words and the sight of his cock shoved down your throat so deep that drool dribbles down your chin and neck.
"Why can't you just fuckin' behave?" Jake groans, pulling you off for air. He half expects you to reply and half expects you to look up at him with your pretty lidded eyes and take his cock back into your mouth.
He's not surprised when you bite back at him.
Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you sneer up at him, "You can't tell me what to do." You repeat.
Jake's brows furrow at that, and his eyes fall relaxed, and you know you're in for it.
"Wanna bet?"
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neo-novaa · 1 year
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*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jake sully x na'vi!reader *ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fingering, clit stimulation, overstim? thigh riding? if you squint? not proofread, just raw dogging it fr *ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k *ੈ✩ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is both my First Post on tumblr and the first smut i've written (in over a year) so !! i am so sorry. if this is straight ass. i feel like this is reaaalllyy ooc for jake but...just pretend it's not. just pretend like this is Normal. also, please send reqs ! i rlly need to work off of something other than My Mind,, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :)
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The soft moss on your knees is a sharp contrast from the firm grip that Jake has planted on your hips. You’re hovering over him, your hands holding his face as he kisses you, all tooth and tongue. His rough palms run up the bend of your waist down to the curve of your hips. He’s silently begging you for more, begging you for permission.
But, suddenly, he pulls away, his eyes quickly scanning your face as if he was searching for something. 
“What is it?” You ask him, voice dry from the depravity of air. 
“I want to show you something.” He says, his voice sharing the same grate, both of his hands running down your waist. 
“What do you want to show me?” You reply, curiosity inching you closer to him. One of his hands snakes around to support your back as he lays you down on the forest floor, his loose braids tickling your face. 
“Something that I learned back on Earth,” he hovers over you, his lips pressed gently against your skin, the unexpected calm before the storm. “I think you’ll like it.”
“And if I don’t?” You quip, and he pauses his lips against your jaw, sighing gently against it. 
“You’re asking too many questions,” Jake mutters as he pulls away, his eyes darting between yours. From here, you can tell how greatly his dark pupils have dilated, leaving only a fraction of his iris visible. “Besides, you’re a big girl, you can use your words.”
Jake’s words steal your breath, leaving you completely incapacitated. You pride yourself on your ability to be able to keep up with his quips. But now? Now, you’ve got nothing. 
He’s towering over you, leaving strategically placed kisses all over your neck and chest. Your hands are lost in his hair, carefully avoiding his longest braid, but grabbing at everything you can to bring him closer to you. You’re relish in the feeling of his lips dancing over your skin, as his hand trails down your chest, along your waist, towards the apex of your thighs--
“Jake!” You yelp, nails digging into his biceps. The feeling of his calloused thumb along your slit sends shockwaves down your spine, and as he continues to stimulate you, you can’t help but innately buck into his touch.
“Jake,” It’s more of a whine the second time around. He moves his thumb deliberately, almost lazily, running up and down and through your slick-- every time he moves you arch into his touch. The feeling is so foreign, but, oh Eywa, you want this to last forever.  His lips are locked onto your neck, leaving marks that will undoubtedly stay for the upcoming days. 
You can feel him grin into your skin as you wither beneath him. “Yeah?” He responds, his voice raspy. You arch into him once his thumb reaches your clit, rubbing slow circles into you. Your breath is getting caught in your throat, over and over again-- 
It’s a different sensation; instead of a slow heat pooling in your abdomen, it feels like a tightening coil. You buck your hips into his hand, your chest pressing against his, and you can feel how fast his heart is beating. 
“Yeah? ‘S that good? My good girl, doing so well,” he whispers it against your ear, a whimper in the back of his throat making you mewl. He quickens his jagged pace and you keen, your hands on his shoulders pulling him impossibly closer to you.
You nearly shriek when he prods one of his fingers inside of you, your nails digging deep into his shoulders, thighs instinctively clamping around his hand. 
“Ja--Jake! Pleasepleaseplase…” You don’t know what your pleading for, all you know is that even with these simple movements, it’s all too little, yet so, so much.
“What is it?” He’s concerned for a moment, his fingers coming to a stop, and that is when you really scream.
“No! No Jake please don’t stop-- please, please don’t--” You bring your hand down to his wrist, trying desperately to move it in the same way he was. You can feel him chuckle against your chest, and if you weren’t literally on the verge of tears from your sudden lack of stimulation, you would’ve hit him.
“Knew you’d like it.” Jake mutters, and his finger is inside you again. You gasp at the familiar sensation, throwing your head back, relishing in the stimulation. You slip a thigh between his legs, gently pushing up and against him, feeling just how hard he is.
“Gonna put another one in, okay?” With how breathless he is, you’d think Jake was the one getting fucked-out right now. But you barely have time to process that though before he presses another digit inside of you, bringing a moan from the both of you.
When he starts moving again, you can feel that euphoric burn in your abdomen, and you try anything you can to chase that high-- bringing your thighs to his arm and squeezing around it, clawing desperately at his back, anything to get yourself over the edge.
“Jake,” You murmur his name like a prayer. “Please--” “What is it babygirl? C’mon, use your words.” You whine at his response, and from the brief smirk you catch, you know that he knows what you want.
“More,” you whisper, but his silence is an answer enough. “Please, I need more. Jake, I ca-- please!”
“That’s my girl.” Is all he says.
All too suddenly, one of your thighs is up against your chest, bringing in a new angle that has you seeing stars. Before you can even begin to process that, Jake slips a third finger into you, his thumb starting to roll against your clit once again.
You can’t even form words, drowning in the dual stimulation he’s giving you. His forehead is against your chest, and you can hear him whining.
“So good, soso good. You sound so good, you smell fucking incredible too.” His breath tickles your ear, and you can feel him start rutting against your thigh. The thought that just your noises have him this worked up is sending you so, so close to the edge.
“M’close…don’t stop, don’t stop,” You’re whispering, you’re not even sure he can hear you, so it must be a sign from Eywa when he gives you a response.
'Wouldn't dream of it.” He’s whimpering, you can feel how hard he’s grinding against your leg, like an animal in heat. You’re rubbing his thigh against him, and you can feel his fingers stutter for a moment inside of you.
“Beautiful, so beautiful,” He’s kissing the side of your head, his fingers slowly curling inside of you. Any attempts of silence were futile; with the way that you were whining so noisily, and the deep moans spilling out of him-- anyone within a mile of you two would be able to hear.
“Sweet girl, my sweet girl, taking me so well,” He doesn’t stop for a second. His lips move all over your face, your neck, your chest-- nearly every part of his body is showering you with affection, it’s all so overwhelming.
“Jake, I--” You cut yourself off with a mewl as his thumb pushes harder against your clit, pressing firm circles into the bud. His fingers are moving faster inside of you, curling against your walls, sending shockwaves down your spine every time he does.“‘M close, sosososo close please--” Your hands are clamoring, gripping onto anything possible. “C’mon sweet girl,” He says, keeping his slow pace. “Just hold out for a little bit longer, ’m almost there too,” Your back is arching off the ground, thighs squeezing against his hand, a cacophony of whines and moans spilling from you. “I ca-- Jake pleasepl-mghmh, please!!” Tears are spilling from the corners of your eyes. It’s a miracle you’ve lasted this long, but only a few seconds longer of his fingers against your clit, curling inside of you--
“Please--!” You nearly sob, a hand digging into the soil beneath you, the other aimlessly grabbing Jake. 
“Okay-- fuck, yeah m’there-- I’m there--” His hips stutter against your leg, and when you can feel him finish against your thigh, you let out a true, deep sob of relief. “Come on baby, finish for me, make me happy.” 
Your vision goes black as you finally release all over his fingers, your back lifting from the ground, and your ears are ringing so loudly that you can’t even hear the obscene noises you’re making. 
Just as you’re regaining your vision, you can see (and only partially feel) Jake pull his fingers out of you, and with your blurry vision, you can see him slowly run them over his tongue, sighing deliriously at the taste of you. 
Once Jake locks eyes with you, his hands are immediately cupping your jaw, spreading soft kisses all over your face. 
“You did so well,” He praises, smoothing your hair away from your face.“I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?”
“You did… a little bit,” Now the worry sets in, with his ears folded against his head. “But,” you quickly add. “I liked it. A lot, a lot.”
Jake keeps smoothing down your hair, his thumb running over to brush the tears from your cheeks.
He can’t help but laugh. “That good, huh?”
You noticeably look down at your thigh, noting the glistening spot right above your knee, slipping down your thigh. When your eyes return back to him, his ears are pinned against his head.
“That good, hm?” You mimic, as he gently pushes your face away from his, muttering quietly.
“Nga skxawng.”
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tiredmamaissy · 1 year
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hey beautiful, could i request a sub neteyam x reader (wifey) with an exhibition, spitting in mouth and degradation kink.
context: neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.
love love love your work. thanks for providing the neteyam spice that we all need 🤌🥰
Hide and Peek
a lil sumn sumn for y'all before bed
🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞
Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Omatikaya Reader Y/N (19) Warnings: NSFW, degradation kink, spitting in mouth, exhibition, oral sex, foot stuff, knotting, sub neteyam
Word Count: 3.5k Authors note: My first ever request. This is a softer version of exhibition, etc. as public things are sort of a trigger me, so I hope this is okay, anon! :) lowkey got into it at the end, though.
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Intro:
It’s been a few weeks since you and the Sully family have sought uturu in the Metkayina village, Awa’atlu. At first, the people were wary of all of you, thinking that providing you guys with a sanctuary would bring danger upon their people. However, after pulling your weight and adapting well to their way of life, they’ve become accepting of you and the Sully family. You and Neteyam have been so focused on adapting that your intimacy has taken quite a hit, to the point where the Metkayina people think you’re apart of the family, rather than Neteyam’s mate.
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You sit in the sand next to Kiri, soaking up the warm rays of the sun that beats on your bodies.
“I could definitely get used to this. It’s not too bad here.” You say, digging your toes further into the sand. Kiri giggles, and shakes her head. “Nothing will compare to home. But I will admit that here is nice. Look around us, Eywa keeps on giving.” She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. You close your eyes and dip your head back, listening to the waves crash into the shore. It’s so serene that you feel like you’re going to fall asleep any second, when you hear three voices behind you.   “Yeah. That Neteyam boy is cute. I’m glad he’s unmated... because I would mate with him.” Alira says, smiling to herself.
You look at Kiri, and scoff. “Forget what I said.” “Yeah? Well, I’d do way more than just mate with him.” Maru smirks. “Me too. I’d spit in his mouth and dominate the fuck out of him.” Vineya laughs, looking down at her feet.
Maru looks at Vineya. “Okay that’s a bit far… I’d probably just call him a few dirty names and put him in his place. He looks like he wants to be tamed.” She giggles.
“Well, I’d take his knot happily. It must be huge… he’s so tall and muscular. I just want to eat him up.” Alira mumbles to herself. “Definitely. I’d eat him alright. Probably have him eat me too.” Vineya moans softly, getting excited. “Maybe we can all share him then.” Maru suggests. “Shit. He’s coming, shush!” The words coming out of their mouths set a fire deep in your chest. Jealous isn’t a good enough word to describe the burning sensation inside your chest. You’re so livid that you feel like getting up and putting them in their place for talking about your mate like an object. He is not unmated. He is your mate, and he has been since he became a man. Kiri rests a hand on your thigh, as if to say, ‘don’t listen to them’. Her touch brings you back to reality. You shake your head, trying to get their words out your head.
Neteyam walks over to you guys, braids swaying side to side, and calls for you. “Kiri. Y/n.”
He glances at Kiri, and then at you, looking you up and down whilst smiling. He’s happy to see you. Likewise. You both stand up to greet him.  “Brother. Coming to disturb us I see.” Kiri rolls her eyes. “Hey, you.” You walk towards him, returning the smile. “Just coming to check up on you two.” Neteyam says, resting a hand on your lower back. “Yeah. We all know who you’re actually here to check up on.” Kiri shakes her head, turning around to go sit back down in the sand. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”
Neteyam laughs. “I cannot say she is wrong. I have been missing you. Dad has me watching Lo’ak, sorry I have been away so often.” He leans into you, moving his hand to your waist.
The simple touch feels so good; it’s been too long. You see the group of girls watching you guys intently. They talk among themselves, trying to encourage each other to come over and make a move.
You lean into your mate, and tippy toe, brushing your lips against his ear ever so slightly. He holds onto your waist a little tighter, providing you with some support, as he tilts his head down.
“Eclipse. Our spot. I miss you more, by the way.” You whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan, and drop back to the flat of your feet. He turns to you, brows raised, and a grin plastered on his face. He stares at your lips - his way of saying ‘understood, my mate’. The girls make their way over and Neteyam loosens his grip around your waist to acknowledge the oncoming company. Neteyam was raised to be a gentleman, so he greets and speaks kindly to all people, even the ones with an ulterior motive. Typically, this means he’s oblivious to all flirting outside of yours – he couldn’t quite understand why someone would flirt with a mated man. He greets them with a smile, like a gentleman, which sends the wrong message. Strike one. Their approach is aggressive, causing you to take a step back as they surround your mate. You see red, the heat now radiating from your chest to the rest of your body. Did they not just see you touch your mate? Whisper in his ear? Him grab you by the waist? What more do they need, you to fuck him in front of them? Not a bad idea, y/n. You smile to yourself, and then at them. “Hey…” he looks at each one of them up and down as they circle him. Strike two. “Hey, mighty warrior” Vineya speaks, brushing her hand over his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes? You have the body of one” Neteyam laughs with her awkwardly, “Yes... I am”. “Hi. Do all Omatikaya people have braids?” Alira asks, twirling her finger around one of his braids, completely ignoring Kiri’s hairstyle. Neteyam is taken aback by the physicality, but puts it off to curiosity. “Not all of us, no.” He examines the girl intently. Strike three. “My name is Maru, hi.” She looks at his tail, stroking it from base to tip. “Your tail is so different... aren’t you slower in the water?” she asks. He chuckles uncomfortably and steps back, inching his way back to you. “Uh, somewhat. I am getting the hang of it, though.” He smiles at them and turns around to face you. “Y/n. I must go, dad is expecting me soon.” He smiles at you, tucking a braid behind your ear. “Kiri, I’ll see you later.” He waves at her, and then the group of girls. “Bye Neteyam! Hope to see you again soon!” The girls say in unison. Kiri rolls her eyes for a second time. “No respect.” She grabs your hand and pulls you towards your Marui pod.
To her surprise, you smile at her with a twitching eye, and say "Give me a minute.” You approach the girls who are gushing over your mate, once again. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, girls. I’m y/n.” you greet them. “Neteyam… he’s quite the catch, isn’t he?” They all greet you, looking you up and down. “He is. Any way that you could set us up?” They laugh again. “Yeah. Definitely.” You shrug your shoulder, smiling with them. “Y/n!” Kiri whisper calls for you, with confusion plastered all over her face. You move your hand discreetly to your back and shoo her away. “Sorry for my sister, she’s ready to go home.” You smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. There is a spot that I know about that Neteyam likes to go for some ‘alone time’. No one else is really allowed to follow him there, but I could show you guys.” You lean into their circle and whisper, “but you have to keep hidden, and quiet – very quiet.” They all quiet down and huddle into you, as if they were being told a secret. “Okay. We will be” They whisper, grinning with excitement. You pull back. “Good. Meet me here right before the eclipse, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smile, taking some strides backwards. “See you girls later.” You take Kiri’s arm and walk away quickly. “What are you thinking?” Kiri interrogates you. “I’m going to teach them a lesson. A lesson that’s obviously needed.” You say, dropping your mask and showing her your true feelings. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Kiri asks, rolling her eyes for a third time. “You don’t want to know the details. Trust me.” You fume, breathing heavily.
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When you get to the shore, you see the three girls huddled together talking amongst each other. The sky is getting dim as the eclipse is fast approaching. You walk over to them. “Hey girls.” You nudge your head in the direction of the rocky coast. “Follow me” You call for your ilu.
They come willingly, excited to spy on Neteyam. You all bond with your ilus and make your way over to the secluded spot, a small open cave, nestled in a sea of rocks by the mangroves. When you all arrive, you see Neteyam waiting patiently for his mate, his bioluminescence glowing in the darkness. Seeing your mate took your breath away, as it did for everyone else, too. You were ready to take him and make him yours all over again. You all hide behind the curves of the mangroves, peaking through the cracks of the roots. They’re mesmerized by this glowing body, as he starts to remove his hunting knife from his hip. He fiddles with his loincloth, repositioning it before he makes his way into the water. Spying on your mate like this arouses you, your already wet loincloth becomes wetter from your slick. You fall back, and swim quietly away from the girls, making your way towards a hidden hole in the mangroves that lead to the small open cave. You swim low and slow, keeping hidden until the very last moment, where you see your mate walking into the water. You slowly emerge out of the water, just as he’s crotch deep. In your direct line of sight is his cock, imprinting out of his wet loincloth. Brushing your face against his bulge, you stand slowly looking deep in his eyes. You make your way to the shallow end of the cave, backing him up against the rocky wall.
“Hey, mighty warrior.” You run your hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes?” you lean into his chest, and kiss his muscular breast. “You have the body of one.”
He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He responds with his line, “Yes... I am.” He pulls you in closer by your waist, leaning in to kiss you.   You cup his bulge suddenly, making him jolt instead. “Need help removing this?” You smile, brushing your lips against his.
“I missed you, my mate.” He moans into your mouth, moving his hands up your back.
You glance to the surprised eyes that peer through the cracks of the mangroves and smirk. “I missed you more, my love.” You look back at him and meet your lips with his.
He kisses you hungrily, allowing his hands to explore your body, running his hand along your queue. You melt into his feverish touches, rubbing his bulge eagerly.
“I want to try something new today. You trust me, yes?” you whisper into his mouth.
“I trust you, always.” He smiles, nibbling on his bottom lip.
“Good.” You twirl one of his braids around your finger, then tuck it behind his ear.
You move your hand to the base of his queue, and run it along it’s length, holding the end and bringing it between you two. You both watch his tendrils dance excitedly, while he brings your queue forward. He puts your queue against his, and both your tendrils intertwine, connecting together. The feeling is exhilarating, causing both your eyes to dilate as you sync with one another.
The girls watching feel like they're invading a deeply intimate moment between mates – because they are. They’re taken aback, whispering to each other that they didn’t know you were his mate and that they thought you were merely his sister, or some sort of family pet. As much as they want to leave, they can’t. You see them linger longer, watching the show intently.
Being watched like this gives you an adrenaline rush, bringing feelings of extreme excitement to your body, transferring it to Neteyams.  
“Why so excited?” he asks, watching you kiss your way down his body.
“Just excited to see you, babe.” Your sloppy, wet kisses reach his belly, where you play with the dips of his abs with your tongue.
His breath becomes raggedly, and his cock hardens even more.
“You’re making me rock-hard, y/n.” he says through a clenched jaw, feeling good from your kisses.
You untie the knot of his loincloth, unleashing his raging cock. You could practically hear the girls gasp at his length. You were going to give them the show of their lives. You rub your face against his cock, breathing in his musky scent. He stares down at you, with desire in his eyes. He wants you so badly, and you can feel it.
“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip.
Eat me up? he thinks, confused.
“But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.
You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.
He looks at you, with an arched eyebrow and smiles, as if he can’t believe the words coming out your mouth. “What?”
You hear the faint giggles coming from the mangroves, as if they were saying that you couldn’t dominate your mate.
You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly.
He kneels immediately, obeying his mate’s command. His nose brushes against the soft flesh between your legs that lay open. He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet scent of your cunt.
You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”
Being blindfolded, he has to rely solely on his other senses. His hands explore your thighs, while his tongue licks the flesh between your thighs, tasting the different flavours your body has to offer. Once he starts tasting the sweetness of your nectar, he laps up your juices hungrily. His nose is buried in your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive pearl, while he drinks the juices that flow out of you.
“Good boy. Fuck” you moan, rubbing your cunt against his face while gripping his head.
He’s drunk off your scent, gulping the slick that fills his mouth the more he eats you out. The water splashes against his back as he kneels and sucks on your clit, making your legs shake. You look down and see him, blind folded, making out with your cunt and it sends you over the edge.
“Ugh, f-fuck. You look like my little fuck toy sucking on my clit like that.” you purr, caressing his cheek. “Does this little toy want my cum?” you tease, feeling your climax approaching.
Yes. Fuck. He begs you.
All he can do is let throaty moans vibrate through his nose into your cunt, which brings you even closer to your peak. His breath is heavy, panting hot air into your pussy while he’s gripping your thighs as you thrust into his face, desperate to cum inside his mouth.
You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.
“Look at me.” You demand.
They look back at you, eyes wide, looking you up and down.
He shakes his head. I can’t see, y/n.
“Not you, baby boy.” You moan breathlessly, about to cum any second. The thought of them watching you face fuck their little crush makes you so, so turned on.
You can tell your mate is getting weary, as his movements are becoming more erratic, desperate for you to cum in his mouth.
“Yeah? Want me to cum inside your mouth that bad? Fuck.” You moan, shoving your pussy against his face.
The heat in your chest shoots down your spine, into your cunt, and out into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck! Cumming!” you shriek, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into your cunt.
You look down to see your mate gulping loudly, swallowing every drop of sweep nectar that drips out of your aching hole. You pull his face away from your cunt suddenly, letting him gasp for air. Strings of your cum that connect your pussy to his lips break as he sits back into the dip of his feet.
His shoulders move up and down from how hard he’s trying to catch his breath, making choking noises in the process. His hands rest on his thighs as he hangs his head, your cum still dripping down his mouth onto his chest. You’re panting too, trying to come down from your high.
“You did well, sweetheart.” You praise him.
Using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards, he parts his lips, panting small, hot breaths.
“Open wider.” You command. He opens wider, tilting his head back even more, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow.”
He swallows your spit greedily, licking his bottom lip, corner to corner. Your foot presses against his bulging, throbbing cock, causing him to whine under your touch.
“Since you were such a good boy, I’ll make you feel good.” You take your mates cock between your toes, providing him with just enough friction.
The strings of precum dripping from his throbbing cockhead coat your toes in a thick slick, allowing him to thrust his hips freely.
“Work for it, my little cumslut.” He bucks his hips into your toes, moaning and whining loudly.
“Nghh... y/n. Why are you acting this way?” he asks through shaky breaths, working for his climax.
“It’s your punishment.” You state, like it was a fact.
“What did I do, baby? Mmnnh…” he whimpers, his head dipping back from being almost there.
“You don’t know?” you pull back your foot.
He thrusts against nothing into the air, still trying to chase his orgasm. “Fuck. Please, y/n.” he begs, extending his hand to touch himself.
You kick away his hand and crouch over, taking off his blind fold to reveal his watery, drunk eyes, willing to do anything to cum. “What did you think of those girls?”
“I don’t know, y/n.” he whines, “...they were friendly, I guess”
“No.” you straddle him. “They were flirting. With my mate.” You take the entirety of his pulsing, swollen cock inside your slippery cunt in one thrust, already feeling his knot emerging.
You both moan in unison, as you feel the heat of each other mix together. You look into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead, panting from the feeling.
“That’s your problem. You think people are just being nice when really...” you lift your hips up, “...they want your huge, fucking cock.” You slam your hips against his.
His eyes squeeze shut as he dips his head back, feeling overstimulated by your walls that clench tightly around his girth. “I’m sorry, baby” he whimpers, resting his head into your bosom as he  runs his fingers up and down your back.
“You better be, you little slut.” You whine on his knot while you breath into his ear, “make it up to me... and give me this fat knot of yours.”
Hearing these words drive him into a frenzy, fucking you erratically and moaning loudly. Just as you feel his cock heat up, trying to burrow it’s knot into your cunt, you grab his jaw and turn it towards the mangroves.
“Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, bulging, glowing pairs of blue eyes watching them.
He’s so deep into the thick, hazy fog that it turns him on even more to know that they’ve been watching him be dominated this entire time. He thrusts into you even harder, even deeper, showing them that you’re his. You lick his neck, holding his head in position while you ride out your oncoming orgasm, moaning in his ear.
“Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.
He’s panting, staring at the blue eyes that stare at back at him while he ruts into you relentlessly, listening to your loud moans in his ear.
“Oh – oh shit. F-fuck! Cumming. Cumming!” he lets out lengthy whines, driving his knot into your cunt, tying you two together.
You turn your head to the direction of their glowing eyes, and smile, planting wet kisses all over your mates face, as he gasps for air. “That’s a good boy. I hope you learnt your lesson. All of you.”  
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yandere-kokeshi · 8 months
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Yandere Ghost, König, and Soap reacting to their male darling having cock-piercings
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Warnings: yandere behavior and NSFW
A/N: this idea came to me because of my lovely
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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
Seeing your Jacob's ladder for the first time whilst giving you a BJ after coming home from a three-month mission.
Johnny finds your piercing both stunning and nerve-wrecking. He’s calling you a brave man, definitely takes a minute to take it in, as he can’t imagine the pain you went through to get it done. 
He teases you. So much. He likes to pull your buttons, always making sure to kiss your piercing before deep-throating your entire cock — going deep, rolling his tongue over the cold bars until you beg him for a break. Though, we both know you enjoy it. 
Johnny can feel your breathing slow — something he loves. Your legs are widened enough, he sunk to his knees as the sounds of your heaving breathing and gasping when he held your cock, words blowing hot air directly on your sensitive skin. 
His fingers traced the amount of aligned bars, making you shutter. He looked up at you, his eyes a deeper, darker, and deceiving blue. Something lusting in the water. Those narrow eyes boreholes into your exposed body as he chuckled at the choice of jewelry color. 
“When did ya’ get it?” 
You laughed, scooting deeper into the sofa, “Got it before you left. Was going to surprise you… then… y’know.”
He hummed, watching how your cock pulsed against his watchful gaze. Before you know it, his head dipped down. Soap gripped your left thigh, holding it open as his tongue caressed your twitching flesh. The hot, wet muscle lapped hungrily. It flicked at your slit, before going down to your piercings — circling and outline the curves of the barbells. 
Your legs trembled on either side of his head. His mouth working you open like that was enough to fog your mind entirely.
“You like that?” he cooed between the slurps of his mouth against you. “Oh, I bet you fuckin’ do.”
You nodded a little too eagerly. His voice was heavy and deep with a depraved need to dominate you. To sully your skin with his desire. You weren’t going to stop him. 
Whimpering out, you tugged down at his hair, making him deepen his warmth. Your eyes easily rolled back into your head, leaning against the couch. It was safe to say, he was nowhere near done admiring your piercings. 
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König:
Finding out you have a magic cross as he unbuckles your pants, his dirty and teasing voice coming out as he comes back from a mission; clearly agitated.
Very intrigued with your piercing. He’s only seen images or videos with men having these painful shrewd done to their body; at best, König treats it pretty much like a gem, a statue made out of pure Gold. 
Admires it a lot. He’s eager to know how more sensitive you are, especially where the piercings are placed. He’s prone to doing new things: new positions, researching on how to overstimulate you, and what works best. Though, don’t forget, he loves to tease. 
“Let me, please—!”
“No,” he interrupted, his eyes staring at your piercing before peering up at you, his neutral scowl and deepening eyes sending chills down your skin. “Who did it?”
You shrug your shoulders, not clearly remembering your piercer. Who would? He growled at your answer before beginning to place a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, then biting down roughly – renewing his fading marks before moving down to your balls, licking along your raphe.  
You let out a wail and threw your arms over your eyes. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat already. You dig your heels into his shoulders, begging without words for him to finally let you finish.
“König, would you—!”
His strong arms clamp down on your ankles and pull them down until your thighs are squished against him. König growled, a fair warning to knock it off. 
You listened, but only gasped and felt the urge to clamp your knees shut as his fingers dipped down until they prodded at your puckered entrance — two thick fingers already slicked from sweat and a bit of lube. He started to stretch your hole. 
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, his mouth engulfed your cock — his soft tortuous tongue laps around the tip of your cock, circling around the barbells as he watches your face. After a few more circles, his tongue switches to flicking up and down.
His two strong fingers press upwards inside you, making small curls until he is able to hit the spot with every press up. The hand on your stomach pressed down even harder, and the fingers inside you pressed up, now directly pushing the spot inside you. 
Your hand naturally went down and tugged at König’s hair, his blue-darkened eyes caught yours. He growled again, sending vibrations onto your sex. A high, needy moan slips from your lips as he deepened his groans, creating more vigorous vibrations on your cock. 
His hold on your thighs tightens, his hands already creating bruises from his touchiness. Though, he released your cock with a pop! His fingers exciting your now-used hole and reached upwards to your pulsing chest.
Dark eyes caught yours. He grunted your name and you, heaving harshly, let out a whine at his painful torture as he restarted — all over again. 
Clearly, with his look, he wasn’t going to let you finish anytime soon due to being a brat. And getting something without his permission.
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Simon “Ghost” Riley:
Coming across your Reverse Prince Albert piercing after he decides on surprising you in the shower — right when he comes home from a long and grueling mission.
Not a stranger to piercings; finds it pretty impressive as well as unique. Before you know it, his hands are surrounding your cock; rubbing it in a way that’s devilish. 
He knows how sensitive you already are — he does, and with this? He’s definitely using this as an advantage to touch you more. You’re testing his patience, aren’t you? He can’t wait to see how long he can tease you till tears come down. 
It’s a slow act, really. At first, you didn’t know he was there. And next, you felt arms around your lower waist and a familiar presence that was too hard to ignore. Not with the automatic hard nudge of something hitting the back of your thigh. 
“Seems like someone missed me,” you teased, feeling his fingers trail to your thighs then back upwards to your stomach. His head rests on the back of your neck, smelling your skin. 
“When did ya’ get this?” Simon asks, peering over your head to look at your new piercing.
You let out a laugh before answering: “Got it a week after you left.”
He hummed, before starting to nip at your neck, sucking permanent marks as you lean back, moaning at the pressured water and his attacks. Though, you gazed down your legs, seeing Simon’s erect cock positioning right between your thighs, below your balls.
It’s ridiculous, no matter the times you two have had sex in the shower – especially after his missions, you find yourself always flustered. Ears feeling hot and cheeks warm like hell. You couldn’t stop peering down at his cock – huge in every sense, the shaft of it is thick and veiny. The tip of his cock is shiny from his pre-cum and the pressurized water.
You always loved to admire his cock, but it’s his turn now. To admire and worship your body like you’ve always done to him. 
“Someone shy?” he teased, one of his hands staying on your waist as the other reached down to your own sex, positioning his fingers to trail up and down your erect cock. You shuddered when his thumb grazed against your tip, as well as the piercing. 
He clicked his tongue, feeling you shutter. His tongue reconnects with your neck, sucking and pulling at your skin before he smooths his thumb over the head of your cock. You groan, eyelids fluttering closed as you lean back into him; feeling his own pulse between your slicked thighs. 
A chuckle sounds above you, and you crane your neck to catch his eyes. “M’ gonna reward you.”
Before you could say anything, his hand engulfed your length – rubbing you up and down as his hand, that was originally on your hip, went up to your throat; gripping it as a way to deepen his attacks on your shoulders. 
“Fuck—” you choke on your curse, thighs rattling against him as he circles your head slowly. It’s blissful, the sticky, warm cum that blooms out of your head makes him growl. You probably look ridiculous, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as you claw at his arm. 
The already thin pink marks showing. But, it does little to phase the man. 
“What a good boy,” he murmurs, continuing his assault on your flesh. You wanted to tell him to go faster, but you knew if you did so, he’d stop it. Teasing you. Calling you his whore. His slut to tame. 
As if Ghost couldn’t handle it, the hand around your throat went back to your hip. His lips attached your neck as he started to slowly fuck your thighs. Simon suckled, kissed, and bit along your neck, guaranteeing to leave more as he promised. 
You keened, arching your back and attempting to pull him in a kiss. His lips crashed against yours and his tongue pushed into your mouth. 
“Imgonna- m’ cum!” you choke with each sudden movement, his hand quickening its pace. He shifts before long, his hips coming flush against yours before he nearly pulls out, only to slam right back into your used thighs.
Your fingernails sank deep into the curves of his bicep as the waves of bliss crash over you. You came in the shower, sending your own onto the floor as Ghost started to hit his hips faster and faster.
“Hah– Shit-” he slurs, his voice reaching your ears. Finally, he cums with a haggard moan, body trembling as his cock spurts between your thighs and now the floor – mixing with your own down the drain.
Neither of you moved for a while, basking in the initial afterglow, before Simon pulled out between your stained thighs. You whined out, before yelping out in surprise; getting hiked up onto his shoulders as he kneeled to the ground.
Obviously, his hunger wasn’t satisfied.
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fluloa · 1 year
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Jake sully x reader [series, part two]
PART ONE
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The sand burns beneath his feet, his skin hot and irritated from Eywa's unforgiving sun. Jake pats his ikran firmly on the chest, breathing steadily. He watches as people crawl out of their pods, emerge from the blue water and judging by their expressions, they aren't happy. He looks back to his family, gaze lingering on his oldest seeming weary and his fingers grazing the bow strapped to his ikran.
"Neteyam," he whispers sharply, and he looks to him, cowering away from the bow with a small huff through his nose. "On me," he commands his children, unable to hide the nervousness peering out of his tone. "Tuk," he mumbled, stretching his hand out for her to take. She runs to grab it, before settling her hands on the back of his leg.
Jake readjusts his slipping loincloth to sit comfortable on his hips before stretching his arms out wide, making sure to walk slowly and steadily. A sign of peace, a sign he could only hope they accept. He isn't able to stop himself from staring at the spears that some of the people hold, noticing the sharp, hard points of them. He does his best to keep his face neutral.
Two young boys and a girl crack through the thick group, slightly circling his sons.
"What is that? That supposed to be a tail?" One cracks, snickering and the other laughs with him. "How are they supposed to swim—"
The girl suddenly hits the cocky boy's arm, voice stern, "Do not, Roxto and Ao'nung."
Suddenly, the hushed talk of the people dies down a few notches.
Jake tilts his head to see a figure pushing— no, melting through the crowd, because they seem to be immediately parting for the said figure. He hears the light sound of shells rattling, smooth feet treading on the sand and before he can even catch his breath, there you are.
Weirdly enough, his mind jumbles. An unusual, unfamiliar bolt jitters through his body, settling at the pit of his stomach. Like a jolt of electricity.
You're of status. That much he can tell. Your black hair lavers down your back and over your shoulders, with a bundle of pearls and crystals twisted through it. You wear a lengthy sarong that lies loose around your hips, the right side cutting only at your calf. There are three crystalloid waist-beads that wrap around your torso, and your threaded top only covers what's necessary, and that too, is sprinkled with colorful spangles. Anklets, armlets, bracelets. A necklace that's crested with precious seashells and looped with glossy pearls. Your body is wet, skin dotted with water drops as if you had just gotten out of the ocean.
You scoop your hair out from your neck, unsticking it from your skin and moving it all to the back of you. He doesn't think he's ever seen a movement be done so gracefully.
A being that's ethereal, nothing he has seen before and it's something about you that reels him in like a fish caught on a hook. Your gaze finally locks with his, eyes ripe with curiosity and poise. His stomach does a flip, suddenly feeling the heat burning from beneath your expression. Your face is unreadable, your chin held high as you examine him and his family, and the sudden big whooshes from above him is the only thing that pulls his attention away from you.
Three big sea animals with long wings ride in, splashing into the water and one rider soaring on them is recognised easily. Tonowari, chief of the Metkayina, the reef people. He emerges from the water with a sense of power flowing behind him, and he strides with strength as his spear digs deep into sand each time he takes a step. They exchange greetings, and Jake's feels a sense of relief at the calm connection, as he knew Tonowari was a fierce leader.
But it wasn't him Jake was worried about.
Ronal emerges through the crowd, hips swaying gently and her face is unreadable, just like yours. She holds a strong aura, and her skirt rattles powerfully against her teal skin as she takes long, wary appearing steps.
"I see you, Ronal, Tsahik of the Metkayinas," Jake rushes, connecting his fingers to his head and releasing them swiftly. She says nothing in return, only flicking her eyes over his kids scattered behind him.
"Jakesully," Tonowari begins. "Why do you come to us?"
Jake licks swiftly at his lips, "We seek Uturu."
"Uturu?" Ronal snaps, like he has just insulted her with three striking words.
"Yes— sanctuary for my family," Jake reaches for Tuk standing meekly behind him, grasping her hand and bringing her gently forward.
"We are reef people," Tonowari lets a soft, unbelievable laugh escape from his chest. Ronal begins to circle Jake and his family. "You are forest people. Your skills will mean nothing here."
"So we will learn your ways, yeah?" Jake pleads.
Ronal grabs at Jake's tail, earning a little jut of his body from the unexpected action. She strokes her hand down Tuk's arm. "Their arms are thin," she states loud. It takes him by the unexpected when he feels another set of hands settling on his tail, and he whips his head around to see you, fingers grazing the length.
"Their tails are thin as well," you say, earning a small nod from Ronal. You drop his tail, now stepping over to his little girl behind him. "Mother," you murmur, jutting your head towards Tuk and she follows the movement, humming lowly. Mother. You were the clan leader's daughter, the next tsahik in line. He now understood the mutual energy you both shared.
"The thinness of your body parts will make you weak," Ronal then pulls on Kiri's tail, earning a whiney ow from her but the tsahik completely ignores it. "You will be slow in the water."
Ronal examines her arms, then moves to settle on her hands, and her eyes widen. She swiftly grabs at her them, swinging them up for everyone to see. "These children... are not even true na'vi." She strides over to the next kid, and of course, she lands on Lo'ak. She pushes his hand up too, revealing the same five blue fingers, "They have demon blood!"
The thick crowd swirls with gasps and terror-filled whispers, even a round of hisses chucked out. But Jake is quick to wave his hand out in front of Ronal's face, a sudden desperation, a sudden need to protect his family rushing in. "Look. Look!" Ronal's gaze snaps to him, eyeing the way his fingers wiggle around. "Look, I was born of the Sky People and now I am Na'vi. Alright? You can adapt." He turns to his worried family, "We can adapt."
"My father was Toruk Makto," Kiri rushes to tell, her eyes hung with slight desperation in them. Jake bites at his tongue, pulling all his inner strength together to not clamp his hand over his teenage daughter's mouth. "He lead the clans to victory against the Sky People. You know the tale."
"This is what you call victory, child? Hiding amongst strangers?" She towers over the teenage girl, her gaze darkening with disgust. She whips her head to Jake, "It seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one."
An immediate, breathy hiss comes from Kiri, which is then met with a hiss from Ronal right back, dangerously leaning over her and that's when Jake places a hand on Kiri's shoulder and gently rocks her back a few steps. "I apologise for my daughter. She has travelled for a long time and is exhausted." He shoots her a look while explaining, tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly.
"Dad..." Kiri is quick to complain, but stops her next coming words when his expression hardens.
"Toruk Makto is a great leader, all Na'vi people know his story." Tonowari suddenly speaks out, extending his arm outwards toward Jake. "But we Metkayina are not at war," Tonowari turns to him. "We cannot let you bring your war here."
As Tuk numbly reaches for Jake, he immediately scoops her up by her torso, laying her head against his shoulder as her body presses sleepily at his chest. "I'm done with war," he plains, tone hugging a tiredness. "I just want to keep my family safe. That's all." He wraps an arm around his daughter's back, feeling the burning warmth of her sun-exposed skin. "Please," he adds.
A long look is exchanged between Ronal and Tonowari, and as restless anticipation boils at Jake's stomach, Tonowari turns around to him once again. 
"Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us." Immediate relief floods through Jake's system, and he gives a reassuring pat to Tuk's small back. "Treat them as our brothers and sisters. But they do not know the sea, and they will be like babies taking their first breath. We shall teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless."
Jake huffs out a breathless laugh, mixed with soft adrenaline and consolation. "Well— what do we say? Thank you."
A round of thank yous are heard, and a short, quiet one is added on by his attitude-filled daughter, Kiri.
"My eldest daughter will teach you the ways of Metkayina, Jakesully. As for my other daughter and son, they will show your children what to do," Tonowari speaks and a choked scoff is heard from beside him. Your jaw tightens, eyes setting wide as you whip your body towards your parents.
"Father," you dash. "You cannot exp—"
"It is decided." He booms, not sparing you even a look and your lips break into a snarl, a tiny and annoyed hiss breaking past your them. You seem to collect yourself just a moment after, breathing in through your chest before you take a large step forward.
"Come, I will show you our village," you invite, letting a small smile spread on your face and placing your hands neatly behind you. "Tsireya," you call, and she quickly follows after.
"Come!" the younger girl behind you cheers, and Jake swears he hears a soft laugh from in front of her.
He's quick to join you.
The ocean waves crash against your feet, splashing at your ankles as you toss food into a young ilu's mouth. You hold a basket at your hip, filled with fresh fish that is ready to be eaten.
Tsireya stays restless beside you, rising up and down on her toes as she helps you. "What do you think of Toruk Makto and his family?" you ask, dipping your hand into the basket again and wrapping your fingers around the thick of a fish's wet body.
Beforehand, you had examined Jakesully and his family from afar as they settled into their new home. You were relieved that they had seemed to like their marui pod, and hoped that they found peace within it. While they attempted to grow comfortable in their new home, you couldn't help but awe at their appearances. Their skin colour was a shade so blue, their eyes a vibrant, startling yellow.
Jakesully is intriguing looking, you figured, and you found yourself letting your eyes linger on him when they had firstly arrived. Even just before, you had to forcibly pull your eyes away from him and the action of the readjustment of his leather clip around his torso.
"I find them interesting. They're so.. blue." Tsireya replies. You throw the fish into another ilu's mouth, a happy chirp flowing from the eager animal as you do so. "You were upset about teaching Toruk Makto the ways of our people. Why?"
You blink, collecting another fish in your hands, "I was not upset about that. I was upset about the fact that father throws tasks at me repeatedly, and just expects me to handle it with the snap of my fingers. I'm aware that this was a completely unexpected event, but... it can get infuriating. Mother is the same."
"I understand," she responds, tucking a bunch of hair behind her ear.
You huff out a breath of air. "Fine, I must admit that I was a bit tempered in the moment. Toruk Makto does not seem like the ideal man to teach."
Tsireya laughs, "I understand that, too."
"Mm," you make a small, giddy humming noise. "Lo'ak seems ideal though, yes?"
"What?" she frowns, and your smirk widens.
"I saw you making big eyes at him," you tease, kicking her ankle softly with your foot.
"I wasn't."
"Oh, I think you were, hi'i ilva." You kick her again, finding amusement in her growing fluster. She groans out your name, pushing you in the shoulder and you gasp out a dramatised grunt, "Ooow!"
"You said you were going to stop calling me that," she embarrassingly wipes at her cheek, stretching out the skin of her eye.
"But you used to love it when you were little," you pout. Her frown deepens playfully. You notice the way her eyes travel over you, and a cheeky grin of her own makes its way to her smooth lips.
"Don't look now, but Toruk Makto is staring at you." Tsireya whispers giddily, ducking her head a little.
Your back straightens instinctively and you immediately turn your head around to look, doing exactly what she said not to do. Tsireya groans because of it.
She's right. Jakesully is looking at you from afar, and when he sees that you've caught him, he pushes out a dopey smile, flicking his still hand up in greeting. You nod your head back, letting a tiny smile split your lips. He begins walking over to you, and that's when you sigh quietly.
"Go help out Toruk Makto's children," you say, handing your basket to a villager ready to finish the task. "Use nice words, and make them feel welcome. And keep Ao'nung in line. Anything goes south, call out for me."
"Alright," she giggles, and you can tell she's excitement. She grazes your arm in goodbye and trots off, filling you with a small warmth at her obvious eagerness.
You wish you too possessed eagerness for teaching Jakesully, but Eywa didn't seem to be on your side today.
When he's near enough, you gently ball your fingers in a small fist on your forehead and then release them, a soft bow of your head. "Oel ngati kameie."
"Oel ngati kameie," he returns, repeating the gesture. There's a sense of awkward tension between the two of you. It's small, but it's there.
"Come," you command, sliding your hands behind your back and he listens, trailing behind you like a lost baby ilu following its mother. He attempts to match your long strides against the sand, even flicking up some and bits of it sprigging you in the legs. "My sister is eager to teach your children. She makes a great teacher. They will learn quick."
"That's good," Jakesully grumbles. You can feel his eyes stare into your face.
"I hope I make a great teacher to you, Toruk Makto." You add, flicking your fingers in your conjoined hands.
"Jake," he says, now grabbing your attention and you spin your head towards his. "Call me Jake."
"Jake?" you ask, the foreign word springing off your tongue loosely.
"Jake." He confirms, a smirk twitching on his lips. "And what shall I call you?" he prods, letting his eyes flick a mischievous glint.
"Karyu," you reply. Teacher. You aren't looking at him, but you hope he doesn't see the ghost of a grin playing on your mouth. You do catch the little flick of his tail though from the corner of your eye.
You begin to sink into your feet into the water, ushering him with the flick of your wrist and as you dive deeper into the sea, you glide a hand along an incoming ilu. "You will make bond with many ilu. They are kind, soft creatures. Treat them as your brother, your close one," you explain, rubbing a hand over the ilu's head before you.
Jake's next to you, placing a hand on its back. You take his hand, guiding it to the base of her long neck and angling his fingers to rest at the side of it. "Feel the strong huff of her breath, the scales of her skin."
He does as told, smoothing his palm flat onto her neck. Then his ears perk up, and his eyes run over to a spot behind you. "What's that?"
You attempt to look where his gaze was set, and you sigh once seeing where it was. "That is a skimwing. Only the most skilled Metkayina hunters may mount them."
You can see the way his eyes dart open, looking to you from the side and before he can even open his mouth, you're scolding him, "It isn't wise to start with a skimwing. An ilu would be much better."
He grins for the hundredth time today, but this time you're able to catch a glimpse of his pearly teeth. "Toruk Makto can handle a skimwing, ma karyu."
The skimwing is puffing out ragged and intimidating breaths as Jake flops belly first onto his back, swinging his leg over recklessly as a few men around them struggle to keep the beast down. Its back end thrashes, splashing water wildly and hitting you a couple of times. You're at the eager man's side, keeping your own and holding down the skimwing with an arm on its side.
"You hold here, yes— tight grip, Jake. Do not let go," you declare with your voice raised, trying to boom over the loud smack of the thrashing animal beside you. Jake grabs the leather band out from his mouth, using it to wrap it around his hand and the thick handle. "Remember, when you dive back into the water, keep a good position. Strong hold."
"Mhm," Jake mumbles, half-paying attention as he yanks the band a few times, stabilising the hold. Then he looks at you, and with a quirked lean of his head, he states, "I got this."
You breathe in deeply through your chest, taking a step back as you eye him steadily.
"Heeyah!" he shouts, the skimwing pouncing into action. It swivels and bolts through the water, and you watch as it jolts up and out of it, orange bold wings flapping out powerfully. You're impressed by it, with the way Jake hops up on one foot and rides the skimwing not flawlessly, but bravely. You even begin to tilt your head to get a clearer view of the scene. But then you notice the mishap, the leak of his performance when diving back down.
The skimwing escapes him, and he's left on his side before he's jumping up from the water, locks of black hair swishing back and forth. He swings up his arm, the hand that was once twisted into the skimwing's handle, now waved up in the air as he shakes it with anger. You can hear him groaning out in frustration, and a short laugh snorkels out from your mouth. You call for an ilu, hopping on it with a chortle and gliding to his aid.
"Toruk Makto cannot handle a skimwing as it seems," you tease, earning a chopped, slightly sheepish laugh from Jake. Your grin weakens when you see his arm, now reddened with whipped marks that seemed less severe from two hundred metres away. "Would you like something to aid that?"
"This? This ain't nothing." He brushes off, shoving the arm into the water.
"Hm," you murmur, raising a brow gently. "I will aid it for you if it does not fade within a few days."
"It's fine. Really—" he sees the expression on your face, and it's an expression that tells him that you will not give up on persistence. He sighs lowly. "'right, sweetheart."
Sweet heart? A heart that is sweet, you gathered. You've heard of many stories that your mother has told of the humans, and their foul and odd language. But this, you had not heard of. It should not have made the inner of your belly swirl with a sudden warmth like it had.
You raise your head, "Let's return to the ilu."
It's at the dark of night, and Jake is sat down with his family. Just like the Omoticaya, the Metkayina gather around for supper, a large bonfire in the middle of the peaceful people. The fish he chews is warm and smokey with flavor, his body tired from the day's work. Tuk is leant against his shoulder, a yawn leaving her. Neteyam sharpens an arrow of his bow, and Kiri is playing with one of her beads mangled in her hair as Lo'ak recklessly gobbles down his dinner.
He feels a sudden glow spread through his chest, because what he feels is the similar sensation of peace. Peace, at last. It partially convinces him to believe that what he did was right. It was right to rip himself and his family away from their home, to protect them from Quaritch and the vicious forces of the RDA.
He looks out in front of him and past the bright fire, his line of eyesight landing on both you and your family. You're scratching your knee as the bonfire toasts around you, its orange light illuminating on your face and giving the shade of your big eyes a warm glow. Ronal then looks to you, and the trace of her eyebrows pinch together. "Eat, child. You have barely touched any food," she snaps.
Obviously embarrassed, you heave out a long, exhausted sigh. "Mama," you whine out, a flush erupting on your cheeks and Jake has to suppress a chuckle from breaking out his chest.
Ronal picks up your wooden bowl, jutting it toward you. "Eat," she sterns. You take it from her, side-eyeing her as you begin to stuff your mouth little by little. When Jake realises he's been looking too long, he snaps his head down, mentally slapping himself.
When the lights are out and the only noise that goes through Jake's ears is the cold wind, Jake sits. He sits in his marui, as his children sleep soundly. It wasn't out of the ordinary. It had been like this for a while, ever since Neytiri had left him and gone into the hands of Eywa. He'd just wait and wait, until his eyes finally became wary, and sometimes even that didn't happen. Sometimes he would not find the comfort of sleep at all.
But then he hears the bend of the floor nets near him, the same clatter of shells he heard earlier that day and his ears flicker against his hair. He slowly gets up, careful not to awake the sleeping youngsters beneath him as he creeps his way to the closed opening of the pod.
When he opens the cloth flap, there you are, head flicked up and looking up at him with those big eyes of yours. "Hello," you say, and it's the quietest he has heard you.
"Hey," he mutters, gaze turning to his kids for a split second.
You lean your head over too, "Are they asleep?"
"Yes." He states, looking back at you. It's quiet for a second, and he takes the moment to do a once-over of you. Your hair is completely out, wild and breezing gently through the ocean's breeze. A shawl is wrapped loosely around your form, beaded with tiny shells that dangle each time your arm shifts.
"Tsireya has told me they are kind. That they are eager to learn." You continue, adjusting your shawl to cover your shoulder a bit more.
"That's good," he says. He gets a jolt of déjà vu from the conversation you shared earlier today. His eyes drift to the way a large piece of your hair sways in front of your shoulder and pools at the centre of your chest.
You then say a word, and he doesn't quite catch it.
"Hm?" he whispers, eyes connecting with yours once again.
"That is my name," you repeat it again, the word rolling off your tongue like a run of honey. His eyes twitch wide, blinking as his mind registers it. A pretty name for a pretty girl. He doesn't say that, though.
Instead, "S' pretty."
"Thank you," you mumble, already turning to leave when he calls out your name. You tilt your head, gazing up at him through the thick of your eyelashes.
"Just wanted to say it," he admits, and fuck, shit, he's already regretting it. He expects you to do anything but crack a gentle smile, a muffled and soft laugh from you as you turn back and walk away. He watched your form disappear into the night, the clattering of seashells fading from his ears.
When he climbs back into the pod, for the first time in a while, he finds the comfort of sleep easily.
- guys im so sorry i could not do a taglist for this shit there was about TWO HUNDRED PEOPLE ASKING. i think i’ll gradually add everyone onto a taglist but for now, there is not one. sorry bbies <333
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Hey! I've been trying to dig for some new way of water fics, and I found some on your account but... I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a Jake sully x daughter reader. Because when he was "what's wrong baby girl" I internally melted and I would love it if you would make me melt with a fic plssss
Home Sick
[Daughter Reader with parents Neytiri and Jake Sully!]
[Warnings: Like, none?]
[AN: There are spoilers for Way of Water in here!!
Man I'm glad someone else enjoyed that too. When I saw it in theatres, my heart MELTED at how paternal Jake was to his girls. It genuinely made me so happy. Love to see it. Headcanons for now but I might revisit this and make something more in depth!!]
[Reblogs are appreciated!]
Alright some context here you are a born Na'vi but you're adopted as well. Your parents were hunters in the Omaticaya clan and were unfortunately killed while out providing for the clan. Jake and Neytiri, who were very close to your parents, took you at a very young age. I'm putting you around the same age as Kiri.
In general, you're very happy. Your parents adore you and so too do your sisters and brothers. I honestly feel you and Lo'ak are thick as thieves, but Kiri understands you in a way no one else does. Tuk loves to hang from your arms and swing around. Neteyam bears the responsibility of keeping you all out of trouble!! Which he cannot STAND at times but sigh, that's what you do when you're the eldest son. He loves you all though.
I don't want to talk about Spider. I will not.
Leaving the Omaticaya was the hardest thing your family had to do. You cannot count how many hours you're cried. And well, settling in with the Metkayina hasn't been easy. While Tsireya is very sweet and helpful, often ensuring you and your siblings feel safe and learn well, her brother and his friends are not on the same wavelength.
One late evening, you and your father finally have a chat. Your siblings are all out doing Great Mother knows what, and you're alone, tail swishing, ears bent back with tears in your big, yellow eyes.
Your father gently nods to your mother who frowns before gesturing for him to join you.
You run your fingers through the water and sigh.
"Is something on your mind?" He asks. His voice is soft and calming, like the rains that used to fall after a great storm. His hands gently run through your hair, beautiful braids that your mother and sisters worked on before you had left the Omaticaya.
"No," you answer curtly, tail sway9ing in frustration.
He raises a brow and cocks his head to the side. "Mmm, I don't recall an agitated tail being a sign of relaxation," he lightly chuckles. He knows that you're frustrated about the change and it's like, the first week of you guys being settled in. He sees you relent and frowns. "Baby girl, something you're not telling me?"
You finally look up at your father and readjust your position so you're sitting cross legged beside him. "I miss home," you say plainly, not wanting your voice to crack.
Wordlessly, he takes you into his side, wrapping you up in his strong arms and rests his head atop yours. "I miss it too." Everyone does.
He lets you cry into his side, his voice quite, willowy, as he holds you. He knows the move has been tough on you. His words are comforting.
Eventually, your mother comes on your other side and she and your father cradle you as if you were their small baby again. Your mother hums to you. She's loving and gentle, her touch not that of a warrior, but someone who truly adores you.
You cling to them. Your smaller hands grip at their forearms, their waists, burying deep into them. You can still smell the forest from your mother, how the nostalgic scent of the winds carry from your father's hair. They still smell like home though it is fading.
Your father presses his lips to the top of your head, his eyes locking with your mother's. Their hearts have broken seeing you this hurt, and they're pained with the feeling their hearts will break again.
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a warriors love
pairing: neteyam x female omatikaya!reader
WC: 1.7K
warnings: shouting, mentions of cuts and blood. took inspiration from the recomms kidnapping the sullys in the forest.
summary: you have an argument with neteyam out of fear
A/N: lowercase on purpose, sorry if that bothers you. this was something i just word vomited in my doc. Inspired from a prompt i found off pintrest, “you can’t protect everyone” “i have to try”
does the end kinda suck... maybe but i wanted something short and kinda left off for imagination.
been in the drafts since march 12
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the quiet was eerie. everything felt too still as if time froze and you were the only one to notice the change in your environment. it was like you just lost the ability to hear anything besides your own body.
everything was so loud just moments ago. shouting of commands, the breathing in your twitching ears, the sudden onslaught of bullets and arrows raining hell upon your captive form along with the three sully children and their human companion.
your heart was pounding in your ears but your instincts kicked into gear and you kicked and bit the sky demon and ran deep into the forest with the others, hands tied in front of you and legs pushing you further into the trees.
it all stopped when you toppled into another body, one you weren’t sure of being friend or foe so you struggled in their strong grip. their arms caging you against their chest and you could feel the tears stinging against your eyes and the choked feeling growing in your throat, your screams showing your growing fear. only when you felt the barest touch along your cheek and the gentle whispers of comforting words did you stop your fighting. the tears only flowed faster.
“mawey yawne. mawey.” (calm beloved. calm)
neteyam’s soothing voice sang within your ears and deep within your brain. a hand petting your braids atop your head, even digging his fingers to feel your scalp. his other hand pressed to your back, making your chest flush with his, encasing the both of you in a reality check.
you were alive. you escaped. he saved you. his family was safe.
and all that led to now. you sitting on the floor of your small mauri, eyes focused on nothing before you with your body hunched over your crossed lap. hands mindlessly picking at skin and twisting or bending fingers, or a knee bouncing to an unknown sound only you can locate. even a small rocking motion came upon your body, it was like you were in a fixed trance.
his arms being wrapped tight around your shoulders stopped all functions. slowly you realized what was happening and sluggishly you moved your arms securely along his waist, a firm tug to pull him impossibly closer. your faces tucked into the crooks of each other's necks, deeply inhaling the other scents, feeling the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out.
“neteyam…” your lips brushed his skin, and you gave a tremble to his name. he shushed you, his nose rubbing against your pulse point. his lashes a light tickle on your neck just below your jaw. “focus on your breathing first. your heart putters like that of a hummingbird's wings.”
neteyam pulled away and you started to panic, but all he did was place a hand against your heart and he tugged one of yours to do the same, “follow my heart. listen to my breathing. calm and steady.” you closed your eyes to just focus on the thump thump thump of neteyam’s steady heart.
when you felt relatively calmer, less jumpy you peeled your closed eyes open and stared directly into neteyam’s clouded golden orbs. they looked to be shadowed by different emotions, only one you can see at the top of his emotional surface. anger.
a hand limply touched his cheek, just a ghostly sweep of your fingertips. and before you could move further or speak, fast-paced steps echoed against the cave walls and entered your mauri. kiri walked forward with a woven basket of herbs and salves but stopped short when she looked up from the floor to the two of you still seated in front of each other, neither moving away only straying your eyes to her.
“oh, uh… sa’nu and sempu (mom and dad) sent me to fix any wounds. grandmother is busy with others.” she shuffled on her feet, noting the heavy air.
neteyam stood up and walked over to his sister, taking the basket into his hands, “i shall mend her wounds. stay with tuk and lo’ak, make sure they are okay.” he gave a squeeze to her right bicep and she nodded to the both of you before walking away.
neteyam moved quietly as he worked preparing the paste that would keep any cuts from getting infected and set aside the herbs for wrapping or for swelling bruises. you just watched as he kept his head and eyes down focused, mouth pulled into a thin, tight line showing he was keeping words to himself.
“neteyam… please don’t keep thoughts to yourself. tell me what troubles your mind.” a hand resting on his knee.
his movements stilled and you thought he was about to open up, but instead he mumbled lowly, “this might sting,” and he scooped the thick yellow paste onto two fingers and slathered the medicine along a long and red cut to your forearm. you flinched in his hold, eyes shutting tight with your fingers closing into fists and your breath sucked in through your teeth.
you heard the mumbled “sorries” and felt his hold that was firm but his fingers were delicate. he moved from the cut on your bicep to a cut along your collarbone. the sting wasn’t there as he worked so you focused your attention back on him, needing to hear his voice and thoughts.
“‘teyam, please. i-i know what happened was scary, but not talking to me is worrying me more. it was not our intention to get taken hostage by the demons, they caught us off guard as we were exploring, and- and i know we… yes we went to an area that was off limits. but- but everything was cleared and when i started to get worried i told them we needed to leave and that’s when they arrived, and that’s when we had lo’ak call in.”
neteyam just worked, not stopping to look at you or speak with you, his eyes stayed on your damaged skin. it was making you frustrated. you didn’t mind his silence usually, but it was always a welcomed silence when both of you just wanted to soak up the other’s presence, this was an angered silence. he was giving you the silent treatment.
“neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan i do not appreciate this silence. i would rather have you yell at me than ignore me as i am trying to talk to you. i know you have some words dancing on your tongue just waiting to be spewed in my face, well speak them.” you jerked away from his gentle touch and you missed it, but he was hurting your heart.
he stayed on his knees, head bowed as he stared at his hands, palms facing the sky. his braids closed off his face, his emotions that you usually could read like an open book, but now he was a clouded sky that wouldn’t let the sun shine through.
your lips trembled and eyes watered, your arms covering your stomach as a protective blanket from this vulnerability. “when i was being choked by their hand around my throat and my queue being tugged harshly, i thought i was to die in that moment. they held knives at each of us, ready to stab if we were to make any move to freedom. and- and as the night crept upon us as they waited for your sempul (father) so they could kill him along with us, i just thought of you. thought of your smile and your comforting laughter that i have to wrangle from you most of the time because you can be too stubborn for your own good. how i would miss the touch of your fingers on my skin, rubbing circles into my hips or caressing my cheeks as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. how there were so many words i have yet-“
“i could have lost you! you could have been killed long before we arrived to help! i would stumble upon your lifeless body! do you not know how that would completely break me apart? i wouldn’t be able to live without you, without your soothing words and quiet company. i- i would want to die right with you, even if it hurt my family…i wouldn’t- your loss would just rip my heart out of my chest and completely tear it to shreds.”
his words shrieked loud like a ikran’s cry within your eardrums. your whole body stopped moving and you stood motionless, the air stolen from your lungs and your heart forgetting its automatic beating. your arms fell from their protective hold on your stomach before your feet carried you back to neteyam, knees crouching to the ground. with a hand, you tucked it under his chin and pushed his head up to make proper eye contact and that’s when your heart completely broke in your chest.
his usual glowing irises were surrounded in a red hue from the running tears that left stains under his eyes and along his cheeks. thumbs jumped into action and swiped away the pain that this situation has caused him, you hated seeing him so stressed and worn out.
“ma ‘teyam… i hadn’t meant to put us- put you in this type of position. i never want to be the cause of pain for you and- and i know this whole problem could have been avoided if- if i was a bit stricter with lo’ak and his impulse decisions. but we must now focus on our present.” you connected your foreheads together, thumbs still running over his cheeks.
neteyam wrapped his hands around your wrist, his nose bumping into yours, “i’m supposed to protect you, protect my family and i have failed my purpose.”
“no neteyam. your sole purpose isn’t to be a protector… well actually kinda is- anyway, what- what i am trying to say is. you cannot save everyone neteyam, sometimes Eywa chooses whose life ends if it keeps the balance.”
“i have to try. i have to try and save everyone, especially my family and you. life would never be the same if any of you were to leave in a tragic way.” you pushed braids behind his ears, “and life would be dull and fruitless without you, neteyam. we must protect each other, that is our purpose.”
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honey-on-your-tongue · 11 months
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okay wife im back with the asks
what about jake sully and his cute little bimbo gf, you can choose if its in his Avatar form or just human reader
take care and love you 😚😚😚😚
You got me on my knees with the wife omggg 😭😭 ily so much
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Jake Sully loves being the oloeyktan because he can take care of his people, he can guide them, help them, and it's like caring after one big family.
He also enjoys the fact that you're head over heels for him, that you believe everything he says, that you do whatever he wants you to do. You're like his pretty doll, all big doe eyes and kind smiles and easy going manners.
You're so easy for him, do whatever he wants you to. He knows just what to say and how to get you to bend to his will.
“I'm so tired,” he sighs as he comes home late at night.
You place quick, soft pecks to his chest, his arms, asking, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
He smiles at himself, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. “I don't know, love.”
“Please,” you say. “I'll do anything for you.”
“You sure?” he asks, feigning an innocence that's nowhere to be found. You nod, and he smiles softly. He sits on a small chair and pats his lap.
You make your way toward him eagerly, climbing on his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. He presses quick, open mouthed kisses to your lips before moving down to your neck. He licks your collarbone, biting it softly, and then he's ridding you of your clothing.
He slides a hand down your waist, caressing your skin and igniting goosebumps across your body. He touches you softly, as if exploring unknown territory despite the fact that he's touched you over a million times.
His thick fingers spread your folds, finding your swollen clit and playing with it, making you whimper softly. He removes his hand from your cunt and then grabs one of your hands and leads it down to your pussy.
“Touch yourself for me, yes?” he says. “That would make me feel so much better.”
“Really?” you question breathily as Jake leads your fingers against your cunt.
“Mhmm,” he replies, voice gruff.
So you do as he asks, stuffing your pussy with your own fingers, rocking yourself back and forth on his lap, little whimpers leaving your lips.
Jake's predatory eyes watch you, the way your ears fold back, the way your eyes flutter shut. The smell of your arousal grows thick, his cock springing to attention at your scent. Your slick begins to drip out of you and onto his lap, your pussy squelching as you fuck yourself.
“Daddy,” you say softly, voice quiet and breathy. “Daddy.”
“I'm right here, baby,” he reassures you. “Daddy's right here.”
One of his hands moves away from your thigh, wandering to his groin to rub at his hardened, aching cock.
You see what he's doing and use your other hand to slide beneath his loincloth, your fingers finding his cock, wrapping around it.
Jake chuckles softly. “Relax, relax,” he says. “You'll get my cock, baby.”
“Need it inside,” you whine, leading his cock towards your soaked cunt. “Want you inside, Daddy.”
“I know, baby,” he replies, licking your neck, softly biting your throat. “'m gonna put it inside, yeah?”
“Please,” you whine softly. “Daddy, please.”
He grabs your hips, lifting you up and aligning his cock with your entrance before pulling you back down. He slides into you easily, your velvet walls soft against his hard cock. The thick head presses against your cervix even before he's fully inside you, making you whine when he tries to go deeper.
“Too much,” you mewl. “Daddy, it doesn't fit in this position.”
Jake smiles gently. “It'll fit, love,” he promises. He slowly pulls your hips to his, your cervix offering resistance. A sharp pain rushes through you, and you grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.
“Daddy, please, 't hurts,” you complain, tears brimming your eyes.
“I know, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Take a deep breath f'r me, yeah?”
A few tears trail down your pretty cheeks as you obey, and Jake slowly lowers you the rest of the way. Your pussy stretches to fit him, the pain lessening as you accommodate to his size, and you exhale in relief.
“Told you it'd fit,” he tells you quietly, pressing a few kisses to your tear-stained face.
You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, grinding your hips on his, your pussy throbbing.
“'m so deep inside you,” Jake groans. “All the way in this pretty cunt, hm? Does it feel nice, baby?”
“Mhmm,” you reply, soaked folds pressing against his groin.
“Tell me, baby. Use your words f'r daddy, yeah?”
“'s so good, Daddy,” you mewl. “You're so deep inside me. I need y'to fuck me. Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
“Give this poor pussy time to adjust, hm?” he chuckles, kissing your jaw. “I know you're a slut f'r pain, but I don't wanna hurt you, baby.”
You just grind on him, his cock pressing against your g-spot, making your eyes flutter shut. You mewl gently, your mouth searching for Jake's, and he meets your lips with his. His sharp canines drag against your bottom lip, his tongue finding yours and making you gasp gently.
His enormous hands hold onto your hips, slowly moving you in tight circles on his cock. He groans against you, fingers digging into your skin, the pleasure boiling low in his stomach and spreading to the rest of his body.
You slowly, slightly begin lifting and lowering your hips, his cock slipping in and out of you just a few inches, and the sensation makes you mewl.
Your cunt is warm and tight around him, your cervix squeezing the head of his cock each time he fills you to the brim.
“Daddy,” you whine against his mouth, your lips wet with spit. “Oh, 's so good.”
Jake increases the pace, making you bounce with more force and speed on him, the sound of your ass meeting his thighs echoing in your tent.
“There we go,” Jake groans, feeling your cunt stretch around him, allowing him to fit with ease. “Atta girl.”
“Daddy, please! Oh, fuck, need to come,” you whimper.
“Come on f'r me, baby. Come on my cock, hm?” he groans against you.
“Mhmm,” you nod, whining. “Mhmm. Daddy, fuck!”
You can feel your pleasure growing within you, your womb ablaze and aching for release, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as stars dance before your eyelids.
Your orgasm takes you by surprise, crashing over you, making you gasp and shake on top of Jake.
He kisses your neck, licking over your throat. “You wanna know what would make me feel even better?” he asks, his hands still making you bounce on him. “If you let me fill you up. Get this pretty pussy all full of my cum, maybe even give you a baby, hm?”
You cry out, nodding, as your pussy aches with overstimulation. “Please, Daddy. Please! Need a baby! Need your baby!”
Jake grunts, his legs shaking as his orgasm nears. Your nails drag on his shoulder blades, your mouth warm and wet as you press your face to his shoulder. His balls are swollen and aching, and when he spills into you he groans out. His ears fold back, his eyes fluttering shut as his cum spurts into you, making you shudder as you feel his thick, warm release fill you.
“Did I help you, Daddy?” you question. “Did I make you feel better?”
He kisses your forehead, chuckling lowly before saying, “You always make me feel better, love.”
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“oh sweetheart” — jake sully ୭̥⋆*
jake sully x reader
warning: STEPDAD JAKE.clit play, masturbation, being caught😰😰, p in v,breeding kink, praise. too much use of the word daddy. oral. fingering. i think that’s it!!
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you couldn’t lie you were still mad that jake was touching your mom the way he was but you pushed it aside but you wanted to tease him so you got up early, and took the braids out of your hair letting your beautiful long silky hair out putting a little purple flower in your hair. you were gonna wear something revealing but then you thought why not just be naked? you had yourself perched up on his working desk completely naked eating a fruit that he had hunted for in the forest.
you were being messy and it was on purpose to, if he didn’t wake up soon you were gonna have to touch yourself, but surely enough the king himself jake sully walks into the tent to your naked body sitting on his desk with the juices of the fruit all down your chest, you just smirked to yourself and kept eating the fruit, you can tell he was hard because his print was starting to show. “fuuuck” he says while walking over to grabbing your waist but you swat his hands off and point to the chair in front of you “you only get to watch for now daddy” you say putting the fruit down and licking your fingers. he whines at the sight of your boobs, he thought he was mad now? just wait. you pull your legs to your chest and slowly spread them revealing your soaking wet cunt and he growls. he fucking growls. you were already ready to pounce on him but you kept your cool, sliding your hand to your and teasing your nipples making yourself whine “jake..” you whine and you lean your head to rest it on the wall. jake was going fucking insane. his stepdaughter sprawled out on his work desk touching herself for him, he was so deathly hard. he was palming himself through his loincloth “sweetheart you’re so pretty. your hair, your face. your pussy”. you move your small hand down to your clit and start rubbing in small circles letting out small moans “tell me what to do daddy” you say out of breath “w-what?” his breath hitches “tell me what to do to myself” your eyebrows furrow and your mouth hangs low.
jake is about to fall off the deep end telling you what to do “going faster baby” he directs you and you do as told going faster on the little nub you let out a tiny squeal ”daddy can i finger myself?” you beg needing more in you “oh sweetheart” jake moans you look up and see jake jerking himself off to you touching yourself, you’re panting heavy and he’s whining, it’s too much you have to cum but you wanna cum on him. “daddy stop” he immediately stops all movements and looks at your face, he watches you get up and straddle his lap, you grab his cock from below you and start to sink down on it making him grab your hips and dig his nails into your skin “sweetheart you’re so tight.” he starts to thrust upward hitting just the right spot “daddy stop i’m gonna cum too early!” you sob tears forming in your eyes, he grabs your jaw smushing your cheeks together while your hands grip onto his shoulders for dear life. you let the tears fall down your cheeks as you let out sobs and moans “let it all out baby, let it all out on daddy’s cock” he pants also nearing his high and you just needed that little push over the edge and with that you clench down on him tight making it hard for him to move.
you felt your whole body spasm as you’re looking into your stepdads eyes then he shoots his hot cum inside you making you shiver “put a baby in me ma’jake” you let those roll off your tongue and jake had a field day in his head “what?” he says as you’re both panting from yalls highs “put a baby. in me.” you beg which he hums at “gladly” he says with a smile capturing your lips in his and bringing your to the hammock in the living room putting you down. there’s a string of spit that connects y’all’s lips. he looks down at your cunt with both y’all’s cum just spilling out of you. “shit” he has fingering it back into you making you flinch.
“calm my baby. be calm.” he whispers blowing cold air onto your clit all you could do was whine before he dives his head into you tasting everything, your juices , your cum, his cum. you felt so hot and bothered you just wanted his dick. his lips were attached your clit, and his tongue making its way to your entrance and slipping in. you scream at the feeling gripping onto his locs “daddy!” you sob. “i know baby i know.” he says tongue still stuffed in your cunt his head moving back and forth on you fast.
when suddenly you hear the tents makeshift door open and your mom stands there in utter shock. you look at jake “holy shit” you whisper “oh sweetheart” he says taking a deep breath in and wipes his lips with his arm.but your mom still stands there looking at how hard he is. she just walks out not saying a word.
we’re fucked you both think.
this one was short because thinking about what to do next. hope you guys like it🙏🏽🙏🏽
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My Heart Never Knows
Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader
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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: swearing, blood, gore, death, battle, injury, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Twenty Three- Belonging
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“You must learn to fight.”
Maybe you knew Ronal’s words would come, but you still did not want to hear them. It’s not that you were against learning the art of the spear, the bow, anything- it’s just you simply weren’t good at it.
You had tried to be a warrior, many years ago, a phase of something to get your mother’s attention, but you simply weren’t good at it.
Maybe you just didn’t put your heart into it, knew somewhere deep down it wasn’t your calling.
“I don’t want to,” you say carefully, looking at your sister over your shoulder. She sighs, let’s you turn back to the fruit you are cutting.
“It is not a matter of want. Mother and Father are dead. You have no mate. And what if Tonowari or I cannot be there to protect you? You don’t need to be a warrior. You just need to be able to defend yourself.”
“Ronal,” you sigh, setting down your knife-
“No. Listen to me.” She spins you around, nails digging into your biceps. Not enough to hurt, but enough to force you to listen. “Please. I want- I need you to be safe. Just- just learn how to throw a spear, at the least.”
You look up from her necklace to her eyes.
“Fine,” you whisper, and her face breaks out into a smile.
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Something else takes over your body, action and reaction, your ribs, a different part of your head.
The ship is slippery when you climb onto it, and if you’re silent, you can hear the sound of something in the air- hidden by the darkness. The only light is from the burning fires, the only sounds from the humans and the dreamwalkers.
You swear if you were to place your hand to your chest- you wouldn’t even feel your heartbeat. The silence takes up the entire ship, the fear in your bones igniting and fading, your own small war in your body to simply keep your head.
A spear lies next to you, lodged into the metal of the ship, and you grab it quick, leaving no room for hesitation, any second guesses.
You can only rely on your hands, your instinct. See this, do that, keep yourself alive for another second to face the next threat.
You feel like air floating, silent and focused, fueled only by something under your ribs and a need to save your children. Because that’s what a mother does, and you are a mother. Lo’ak called you it- Tuk does. You must be some sort of a mother then, right?
A few more steps, you think to yourself, until you reach the main deck of the ship, until you can find Jake and Neytiri, fight for your children.
“Ah!” you yelp, kicking and screaming as a hand is placed over your mouth and you are dragged under a curve of the ship.
A hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to someone’s chest, until someone’s head is pressed to your own and lips are at your ear.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
You let out a sigh and sag against him, and he waits another second, muscles tensing around you, before he takes his hand off of your mouth with a hiss.
“My Jake,” you whisper, reaching behind you to place a hand on his cheek.
His hand rests over the bandages wrapped around your side, and his body is tense against yours.
“What,” he breathes, “are you doing here?”
“Helping,” you say, and he grabs the hand you have pressed against your face. Your swear his lips press against it- but you can feel how mad he is, so you must be imagining it. “They’re my daughters too, Jake.”
He grunts and spins you around, and you catch a glimpse of Spider off to the side, looking out over the edge to the deck of the ship.
Your eyes meet his, but he holds nothing tender for you, only anger, only worry.
“You’re hurt.” His hand presses against your wound again, enough for you to really feel it, enough for you to wince. His face falls. “Shit. I- I’m sorry, baby. But you- you can’t-”
“They’re my daughters too.”
His eyes search yours, before he ends it, shaking his head.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course they are. No one’s questioning that. But you want to save them- it will hurt them just as much if you’re dead. It’ll ruin them. Destroy them. You’re so fucking-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head with a smile. “Precious. You know? Like treasure or some shit.”
But he is not talking about the girls anymore.
“Jake,” you whisper, trying to sound comforting, but only a plea manages to come out. A plea to let you help, let you be a mother. “It was only a graze, my love, please,”
He shakes his head again, finally letting go and taking a step back. Although you mourn his loss, you know what his actions mean.
“What?” you breathe, disbelieving, tears in your throat again.
“I can’t let you get hurt. The rest of this family is falling apart, babygirl, and I’m trying to repair this family, this fucking fortress. I won’t tear it down more in the process.”
But your ribs ache again, and you think of them, so you tuck your ears in and hiss at him. He flinches, but takes it. Takes it like a solider.
But you don’t need a solider- not right now. Right now, you need your husband, your love. You need the Jake you know is in there.
You see he won’t come out-
“I don’t need your permission.” You tighten your grip on your spear, turn to walk away from him, do this on your own.
“Fuck, fuck,” he mutters as you turn, and you take one step, two steps-
A hand on your wrist.
“Fine. Fuck, fine. I have a plan. And when I tell you to go- you finish what you’re doing and you run, you hide, you get the fuck out. And you stay close to me.”
You let your eyes trail up his figure, legs to head to arms to his hand on you. You see the man you mated with. You See the man you mated with.
“I See you, Jake Sully.”
His gaze softens. “I See you too, my Y/N.”
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“Stay here,” he whispers once more, eyes switching between you and Spider. You send a look to the human next to you, and you almost want to protest, but then you see the small device in his hands.
His eyes meet yours. He nods, holds the small object tighter, before he climbs out of your hiding place and onto the deck.
Each second is torture, watching his figure climb, until he becomes one with the darkness.
One moment, two, until he emerges again-
“Get down!” he shouts, sliding down the metal next to you and Spider.
You barely have a second to breathe, let alone get down, until the human boy is suddenly throwing his arm around you- and the force of his fall makes you fall as well.
A blast rocks the ship, fire exploding into the night, the light swallowing the darkness, igniting everything in a bright yellow tint. Ears ring and ribs ache, before the initial shock is gone and Jake is tugging you up.
“Are you okay? Are you okay?!”
“Yes,” you whisper, pushing everything down.
Strong heart, that’s what Jake had said to Neytiri. What Neytiri had said to Jake before you even knew they existed.
You feel your heart becoming strong now, you feel your heart knowing-
You lean down, wrap your hands tight around your spear.
Jake watches you as you saunter forward, hips swaying in a deadly dance, a deadly promise.
Screams fill the ship, but it is nothing compared to the sound of your roaring heart, blood in your ears.
Jake nods to you, hand on your shoulder, before he grabs his own spear and climbs and jumps.
And your heart knows, and you follow.
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Jake already took out the two men closest, and you see him duck behind a fallen helicopter, gunfire drawn on him.
But the dreamwalker firing doesn’t see you.
Your spear soars through the air, loud enough for her to hear, but quick enough to allow only a moment on realization- before it sinks into her chest like feet sinking into sand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel any remorse.
One moment of victory-
Neytiri lands on her ikran, somersaulting into a standing position, arrow already drawn and sinking into the man a few feet in front of you.
You run forward, pulling your spear from the Avatar’s body, Neytiri’s arrows flying through the air, your spear swinging out, carving a large gash into a humans stomach, his hand still on the trigger of the gun he would have shot you with.
Neytiri grabs her arrow from another fallen Avatar, Jake covering you, before she turns to you.
She hisses, and words are on your lips.
“My Y/N!”
An arrow shooting past you, time moving so fast, so quick, staccato, how far away is the fire? How far away is your death?
You gasp as you turn, seeing a man fall to his knees behind you, shooting bullets into the floor as he falls.
“Down!” Jake shouts, jumping over the edge, Neytiri following him, and your heart knows, your heart really does know, and you’re following.
Following them to death is nothing, right?
You have faith in your heart, in Eywa. You know you would be safe in the Great Mother’s heart, and soon you wouldn’t be alone.
You barely manage to slide down, hide behind a piece of something, before bullets rain down on you, sinking into the metal behind you.
Neytiri jumps from one cover to the next, shooting and arrow midair with a grunt. You take a deep breath, watch as they circle around her cover.
“Who’s got eyes?”
“Anyone got eyes?”
She jumps from over them just as you find a target, your spear releasing and her arrow releasing at the same time. They both meet their targets, and she finishes an Avatar off with her bow, letting you run forward, and arrow shooting past, you spear flying again as soon as you grab it.
You join her in her cover, spear too far away, and she breathes heavily next to you, roughly ripping one her arrows out from her satchel and giving it to you.
It is different from a spear, but it will still work. It will still kill.
Gunfire from Jake takes care of the human close to your cover, letting the two of you emerge.
Running and practically punching on the Avatar before you, arrow sinking into the back of his neck, blood spurting from the wound like some sick joke of a firework.
You roll to the dead body where your spear lies, just a Jake throws a human into another Avatar, gun at the ready- but it clicks, empty.
You mumble his name, and he runs into cover, leaving you to stay close to the floor, using the shadows.
Gunfire follow his movements, and he throws his useless gun into a human, and you throw your spear at the chest of one wrapped in metal.
Jake fights off the next one, pushing him into the open bowels of the ship.
You lean against a piece of metal, breathing heavily as you look over your spear, making sure it’s not broken. Making sure it can still kill.
Neytiri in the corner of your eye, ripping an arrow from a dead body.
“Neytiri!” you shout, an Avatar rising, gun in his hands, but Jake fights him off with nothing but a hatchet, not letting you or Neytiri help him.
“My Jake!” she shouts, and tears fill your eyes. Caused by the smoke of the fire, by the prospect of losing them.
Neytiri turns, as you stand with your arm tense and pulled back, releasing her arrow into a far off human.
You breathe heavily, waiting for an opening, but the fight it too chaotic, and you can barely even tell who is who in the darkness.
Finally, with one grunt, Jake throws him off of the ship.
You breathe out, arm aching from fighting, sweat pouring over you, legs tired and achy.
Jake’s eyes meet yours, and you have to lean against something, the blood loss too much, the fight too much.
“My Jake-” you say, eyes flicking between him and where Tuk and Kiri are. You had caught a glimpse of them earlier- but the battle was moving too fast.
Jake nods, grip on his knife tight, and you follow him with your spear, eyes wide.
When you see Tuk, you have to bite back at something under your ribs, and her eyes light up, and she tries to shuffle towards you.
“Daddy, Mama,” she whispers.
“Shh, Tuk,” you whisper as Jake cuts her binds, and she stands with a wince.
“Where’s your sister? Where is she? Where is she?” Jake asks as you place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back against you. Your head searches the space- but Kiri is gone.
“That way,” Tuk whispers, and you follow the turn of her head. “Mama,” she whispers, and you shush her again, grabbing her hand and squeezing tight.
Jake follows the direction she said, cautious and in front of the two of you, ready to protect.
You see him stop, see his ears twitch-
“Kiri!” you gasp, watching as Quaritch walks out from behind a wall, Kiri in his arms and a knife to her throat.
“Kiri! Kiri!” Tuk calls, and you feel a tear fall down your face as she hugs your leg.
Jake grunts, placing a hand over your chest as you try to go forward, delirious and adrenaline falling off, pain in your veins. Your heart doesn’t know, and your ribs ache but there’s nothing to draw from anymore.
You just want your family back together. You just want the arms of your mates, the voices of your children.
“Running out of time here, Corporal,” he says. So casual, so nonchalant, as if he does not hold a piece of your world under his knife.
The water laps against the ship, slowing rising, slowing bringing death.
Quaritch nods towards you. “Your girl already got hurt tonight. Don’t make me hurt another.”
Jake hisses and jumps forward, but Quaritch presses the knife closer and Kiri groans, so he jumps back. Tuk digs her nails into your leg, and your spear is lose in your grip. You know you can’t get a good shot- he would see you, he would have enough time to move, enough time to use Kiri as a shield.
Your stomach rolls at the thought.
“Just kill him, Dad!” Kiri screams, before the knife jerks again.
“No,” you whisper, wanting to take a step forward, but Jake’s hand keeps you in place. “No, no, please, my baby,”
“Put your weapons down,” he hisses.
“Don’t do it!”
But Jake ignores Kiri’s cries, and you follow him, kicking it away after he does.
Quaritch throws an orange band to him.
“Cuff yourself,” he hisses.
“No!” Spider shouts, emerging from somewhere. “No. Don’t hurt her, okay? Don’t!”
“Stay there!” Quaritch orders, and Spider stops in his tracks. “Don’t move! Not a step closer! Cuffs! On, now!”
He is overtaken by it, his need for revenge, it’s written all over his face. His insanity, his lack of emotions. You cannot even fathom how someone gets to be like this.
“You son of a bitch,” Jake says, but there’s resignation in his voice, and you need to scream. Jake cannot leave you, Kiri cannot. You have been floating for too long and this family has saved you, your family saved you.
He leans down, grabbing the orange band.
“Jake, Jake,” you hear yourself saying, but you are out of your body. Unreal and metaphysical. Floating above. “Jake!”
Until Neytiri comes from the darkness, looking as if she has tied death to a leash and it now follows her. It is now under her command, and she controls who dies on this ship.
You can barely blink- she isn’t there and then she is, hand is Spider’s hair, knife at his throat.
“Release,” she hisses, “or I cut.”
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the lowdown — the one where neteyam acknowledges his change of heart.
the who — neteyam x fem omatikaya!reader
the word count — 696
the tags & warnings — no warnings that i can think of!
the notes — this is a deleted scene from the hearts that bind us that i scrapped, but decided to build off of. i think it gives a little look into te'feyra as a character and her relationship to neteyam. will probably need to read the initial fic to make sense of what's happening here. more drabbles & deleted scenes to come while i finish my lo'ak x reader!
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“Neteyam!” 
The eldest goes rigid, wooden plate suddenly heavy in his hands as he turns slightly, seeing Te’feyra jog to catch up with him. 
He takes in a deep breath, the slightest twang of annoyance niggling at the pit of his stomach as he shifts on his feet. 
You’re in the tent with a healer at the moment and he’s eager to return, having been nudged out of the way as the elder pricked you with sharpened tools to draw blood and chanted over your peacefully unconscious form. 
“How is she?” she asks, feline eyes wide as she peers up him. 
He shifts again. 
“She’s still out,” he scratches, clearing his throat, then holds up the bowl of warm soup. “Want to bring this for when she wakes up.” 
Te’feyra nods, face softening as she bows her head and looks down at her wiggling toes. 
“Everything alright?” he asks hesitantly, momentarily gazing over his shoulder at the entrance of the tent where Kiri comforts Tuk who seems visibly shaken by the whole ordeal. 
“I just want her to be okay,” she whispers. 
Neteyam swallows. 
“Yeah…yeah. Me too,” he agrees. 
Te’feyra looks up at that, her eyes almost glowing under the faint luminescence of the forest, stars reflected and gleaming in the gold of her irises. 
“This is your sign,” she says suddenly, quietly. 
“My sign?” Neteyam repeats. 
“I hear you when you pray, Neteyam,” Te’feyra says, giving him a sympathetic smile. “You ask for signs, for clarity, for courage. She is your courage.”
The annoyance begins to lick in the pit of his stomach again, knowing where this conversation could be going. It’s the second one he’ll be having, the first having come after he’d confronted Lo’ak about eavesdropping in the forest the night that Te’feyra had kissed him.
To say that the younger Sully had been angry was an understatement, not only because he was being accused, but because Neteyam was digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole. 
“I ask for courage to take on the responsibility of one day being the leader of this clan,” Neteyam says, trying to keep the edge from his voice, especially when she looks at him like that. “________ has little to do with that.” 
Te’feyra’s browbone twitches. 
“If I can be candid with you, Neteyam, I think that you are courageous about many things,” she says. “Your heart is not one of them.” 
He closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath. 
“Te’feyra—“ 
“Your parents wish for us to be together,” she says. “You may have my affections, but my feelings for you do not jade me from reality. Your heart does not belong to me and while I value my potential duty to this clan, I refuse to devote my life to a fruitless union.” 
Neteyam’s blood is running hot under his skin, the bowl now lukewarm in his hold. 
“When I kissed you, last night in the forest,” she starts. “What did you feel?” 
Neteyam swallows around nothing, mouth pursing as he fidgets uncomfortably under the girl’s inquisitive gaze. 
She smiles knowingly. 
“At the end of the day, you are my dear friend, Neteyam. It doesn’t have to be this way,” she says, hand coming up to brush a braid behind his ear. “Don’t make this hurt more than it has to.” 
“Everyone is so convinced that my affections for ________ run far deeper than they do,” Neteyam says, annoyed, deflecting. “Does my say have no weight?” 
“No,” Te’feyra says with finality. “The yearning in your eyes do.” 
Neteyam opens his mouth to protest, but Te’feyra is quick to cut him off. 
“She will be your downfall if you don’t wake up, Neteyam,” she warns. “You have a strong, pure heart. Listen to it.” 
He watches her, dumbfounded, as a gentle smile curls on her lips and she takes a step away from him like she hadn’t just lectured him about another woman. 
“Te’feyra—“ 
“See you soon, Neteyam,” she bids, and she’s off before he can even argue. 
When he turns, anguish evident on his face, Kiri passes him a knowing look.
He ducks into the tent, soup now cold in his hands. 
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He’s Mine (1)
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(takes place after the movie) summary: All has been peaceful with the Sully’s and the Metkayina clan. However Jakes adopted little sister is noticing her dreams involving a certain ‘dead’ colonel is more then what meets the eye.
warnings: cursing, mentions of death, manhandling, +10age-gap, smut, oc female main character, mates, forbidden love, angst, consenting adults.
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Awa’atlu, 2178
“You okay darlin”?
I starred at the man with deep thought, I kept having the same recurring dream of him everyday, way too often.
Quadritvh Miles.
He wore his usual navy uniform pants with his black blazer and boots to match. His dog tags dangled in my face as I looked up to him. This man…
As often as I had these…dreams. I could never tell Jake he would be worried sick and immediately send me to the Tsahìk. And I have no desire for my mind to be picked at right now simply because of dreams. That’s all they were, just dreams. I noticed he was still looking at me waiting for an answer. Dammit why did he have to look at me like that. As messed up of a person that he was, I always found him quiet attractive. Very very attractive.
Even before he was turned into an Avatar, when he was still human and Jake was still working for them. He was quiete handsome from afar then, but his avatar form brought him into a different light.
I’ve never spoken with the man besides from what Jake has told me and what I’d witness when I was also human, but I knew one thing he was definitely a bad man.
He helped cause genoicide with the RDA for a unjust cause, and personally came after Jake and our family. But he was dead now, so these dreams were just dreams. Nothing more..
Deep in my own thoughts, a pair of fingers snapped in front of me out of my trance. I starred into those yellow hazel eyes in a trance.
“Sorry, I was just thinking”, I rubbed the side of my arm as I put a little distance between us.
He frowned deepened more at my distance. Grabbing me by my arm, and lifting my chin in his hands. He pulled my face closer to his. His breath tickling my lips, I licked them on instinct as he inched closer to my face. He chuckled with a smile smile gracing his face. His eyes following my lips, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours sweetness”?
I slightly turned my head away from his lips not wanting to dig into my own desires for a dead man anymore then I have.
“Why do I keep dreaming of you, I can’t get you out of my head”.
It felt like more of a statement then a question. I knew why I couldn’t let him go. I was obsessed with him. His body, his scent, his voice, I couldn’t get enough. Maybe I should see the Tsahìk Ronal, but maybe I won’t let Jake know. He has enough on his plate as it his helping Toowari when he can and the rest of the clan.
Twisting my face back towards him, his lips grazing over mine with a small lick of wet his tongue. Whining when he pulled away, he held me still as he looked into my eyes.
“You and me both know suga. But I don’t wanna give up seeing this pretty face every time I fall asleep”.
I cocked my head to the side looking at him in confusion, huh? What, this is just a vivid dream. A very wet vivid dream of a man I simply can’t get out of my mind.
He chuckled looking down at my squished face in his hands. Pressing his lips down unto me, he purred when I submissively opened my mouth as he tongue fought with mine.
As one of his hands slithered down the back of my neck to my ass I moaned as I was jolted awake with loud chatter outside my hut.
I rubbed my eyes looking around my empty hut as the sun shown through my thick beaded curtains. Sitting up I listened as the waves and the beat of the drum was heard from afar. The chatter I hear amongst the village from my mauri only meant one thing, it was time to eat. Most of it was for the young ones, to learn more under supervision under there elders. The love and tenderness we have as one, but it was still nice to join under one unit. Especially after a good hunt to celebrate with in the morning. I was closet to the edge of the village near the ocean next to Jake’s hut, seeing how I was the only sister of the ‘retired’ Toruk Makto. The savior, the Rider of the Last Shadow, Jake Sully, the man who rode the great toruk. Jake has and always will be super protective of me since our brother Tom passed. Seeing how I was his only family left , we stuck together like glue.
Jake and I have never been biological kin, but if any one were to tell Jake otherwise he’d threaten to kill him. I loved Jake as any little sister would love there older brother, but he could be tiring sometimes.
Like when he was called to take our late brothers place here at Pandora, he basically forced me to tag along with him regardless of the life I had there. He begged me to come along, not wanting to leave me on Earth alone. In the long run, it was all worth it. He had a beautiful family that I adored and I finally got the nieces and nephews I always wanted. Not long after the first war with the RDA, I was given my own avatar body and was accepted into the clan through Ewya with the help of Omatikaya clan.
Neytiri was so understanding and a sister I always craved for growing up. She was a caring mate for Jake, and loved her children dearly. When they needed time alone for date nights, I was always on board to watch the kids for them. But they tended to want to be with there friends of the Aonung, and Tsireya. Which was more often then not, being around the kids brought me simple happiness to be around my family. I always thought of them as my own. Even Miles when he joined our family officially, I treated him as my own as well. I loved them dearly.
But there was still this feeling of regret that leaned on me from time to time. I’ve been here for more then 5 years and I still haven’t mustered up the courage to find myself a suitable muntxa and connect tsaheylu under the Tree of Voices. I stretched my limbs as I sat up. I had to start my chores soon after the feast this morning. But to me as time passed by they seem more like activities. Living here since the battle has been nothing but peace, the kids are fitting in with the others more then ever now. And the clan welcomes us wholeheartedly. But I always feel like there’s something missing.
Sitting up I dressed my self in my beaded garbs, much like Tsireya mine was more feathered and had more teal shells and they hung together tightly. I fluffed my short locs as they hung carelessly around my face, they weren’t as long as Jake’s yet. I stuck my tongue out in jealousy of my brothers long hair, beside my braid.
All ready to go I pulled my beads aside to be in my home as a rush of children ran past me to the middle of the beach where everyone gathered around one another for the feast. Giggling at the children hungry antics, I walked along the bouncy mat to join the clan. Spotting Neytiri and the kids I walked her giving her a big hug from behind and a kiss on her temple.
“My favorite sister. I see you”.
She smile nodding my towards me as I sat besides her. I looked around for my nieces and nephews, only to met with my little Tuk who sat perched next to her mother. She smiled waving at me as I sat next to them.
“And I see you Luna. How did you sleep”?
I shifted next to her, I have been telling her I’ve been having ‘nightmares’ lately, but knowing that if I say too much to her beside that she will definitely tell Jake if it worries her. It’s best to keep it to myself til then. Adverting her eyes from catching my lie, “I slept like a wee baby”.
She only nodded as she pointed out to Tuk to stop picking at her fish. Releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I stood to go pick out the varieties of food in line for the clan.
Piling a few fish and seaweed on my leaf I saw Jake and Tonowari talking to one another from the corner of my eye closer to the huts next to the Forrest, not to far from the rest of the clan. I rolled my eyes knowing whatever it was had something to do with what we could do more of, who could pull more weight, or possibly training sessions with the young warriors to be.
But as I walked back to my seat through the pool of people closer towards Neytiri and Tuk, I heard my name whisper from Jakes lips. Trying not to stop so suddenly in my tracks, I walked around the huts trying not to draw to much attention to myself. Drawing close as I could to the two I leaned in to hear what I could.
Tonowari spoke softly, “There’s been patrols around the border, and they say they’ve been getting disturbances around the East…”. I rolled my eyes, as I thought just training and patrols. I was probably just hearing things. As I tip toed to leave, I crunched on a pile of leaves. Shit!
Thinking about hauling as quick as I could but was quickly met with my brother looming behind me over my figure. Completely forgetting about the pile of food in my hand, I held it out to him.
“Hi Jake.. I brought you some food”.
He rolled his eyes, “She you did kid. What are you doing back here Luna”? Dammit, I could never pull one past him! I looked at him and sighed, deciding to fess up.
“I thought I heard you say my name..so I was just acting out of curiosity”. He nodded understanding, ���Your right, you did hear your name. I was speaking highly of you to Tonowari. We were speaking of perhaps paring you with a potential mate. You probably met him already, he’s one of our strongest men in the clan, Jiaua”.
Tilting my head to the side, I eyed my brother up and down. He grew in statue and status, but to me he was still just my big brother. Trying to hold my food still in my hands, I doubled over in laughter. Tears coming to my eyes, “Jake, your too funny. An arrangement? To Jiaua?”.
Standing with his arms crossed he looked at me not not a smile on his face, not laughing. Straightening up I looked at him, my laughter dying immediately. He was serious? The same man who wouldn’t let me date when I was 16 ??!
“Jake are you shitting me ?! I’m 24 I can choose my own mate, I don’t need your help okay!”. Stating that, I begin to stomp away only to be pulled back by my arm by Jake causing me to drop my leaf of food. I frowned at the waste, looking back at Jake with hurt eyes.
He groaned, looking back at Tonowari for a minute alone. He nodded to us as he made his way to his family and the rest of the clan on the beach. Jake swiftly pulled me to the family’s shared hut closing the beaded doors behind us. He sat amongst the middle along the bedded mats gesturing for me to sit next to him. I hesitated but sat next to him still clearly upset.
He grabbed my hand gently, something he did when he was just worried. “Please just hear me out Luna, I’m worried about you. And you need a strong mate to protect you, I won’t be here forever. I mean I will, if he ever does anything. But I want someone who will worship the ground you walk on, what Neytiri and I have. I want that for you”.
I grabbed his hand clasping his in mine, looking in his eyes I knew he meant well. But that was a huge load to drop on someone.
“Jake I know you want the best for me but I’m grown enough to make my own decisions. And I’m sure Jiaua will want to choose his own mate as well. And you owe me another plate of food”. Smiling at seeing him laugh, he pulled me into a hug kissing the top of my head.
“We’ll talk more about it. And Jiaua is nothing but honored to take you as his mate from what he tells us. And grab your own plate kid”. He laughed at the look on my face as he stood up straightening his gear as he made his way back to the beach.
‘That prick’, laughing I stood up my hand lingered on my lips thinking of him. Jiaua was honored to be my mate, why? Was he always paying attention to me. And I never noticed? I knew Miles wasn’t real. But I can never get him out of my head, could never not think of him sometimes those dreams felt so real. And it left me shaking some nights when I wake. He wasn’t real, but touching my lips makes me think of his lingering lips chasing mine.
I have to see the Tsahìk.
Standing outside if Ronal and Tonowari hut, I pulled back the beaded door to see her grinding medicines in a bowl. Looking around I notice it was just her self and her babe. He took after herself, his features evident of his mothers then Tonowari’s.
“I see you Tsahìk Ronal”, bowing slightly.
“I see you Luna Sully”, she nodded to me gently.
I breathed out nervously, “You are the Tsahìk. This has concerned me for weeks now, I am dreaming of a man in my past who won’t leave my mind”.
Stopping what she was doing Ronal reached for me to take a seat next to her. Reaching out to her I took her hand as I sat down. Feeling my gut and my back she reached down my braid feeling it. Taking a needle a licking my blood as quick as she picked me. She starred at me with big eyes of surprise.
“Ewya has given you something beautiful child. You’ve a soulmate, someone Ewya has personally picked for you”.
I starred at her in shock, “That’s not possible he’s dead”.
She looked at me unfazed, “He is not dead. Your soul is crying out to him and he yours, that’s why your always seeing him. Until now? I’m not sure. But I would find him soon if I were you, especially come your next heat might be unbearable if he’s not there to help you”.
“I’ve been fine by myself since then why is it a problem now”?
She rolled her eyes, tired of me for questioning fate but she understanding that I had questions, “ These dreams have been vivid ? And I’m sure you’d took advantage of that, have you not ?”.
I blushed nodding yes looking everywhere but her, “ Well if that’s true then he will definitely need you this heat cycle and not in a dream. Ewya has given you something not many know the feeling of, it can be hard to face but the connection is fated and not questioned. Find him, I’m sure your brother will help”.
I shook my head! If he’s alive, Jake will most definitely kill him.
“Jake will want to kill him Ronal”!
Her eyes shook no with her hands as she shushed my words, “Your brother kills or harms him also comes to you. And your brother loves you Luna, you will be fine I’m sure. It’s Ewya way, she has decided”.
I nodded my head bowing slightly as I stood thanking Ronal for her help. As I stood up to leave the hut I pulled back the beaded door to step out.
I made my way back to my hut, no longer hungry at the lost of appetite of sour news. Finding my mate was supposed to be a beautiful thing.
No arrangements!
First Jake now Ewya has basically doomed me to die from a man who caused nothing but trouble for my family, for the clans. Mated to a man I have only lusted over in my dreams to be my chosen soulmate. I pulled myself in my furs on my mat curling up around my figure, as I slightly cried to sleep.
author note: Thanks for the love in my previous post. 🫶🏾
tags: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed , @perseny , @mechformers
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avkima · 6 months
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Rotxo x Omatikaya!reader Sneak peak
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(Begins six months before the Sully’s arrive)
Fluff, suggestive smut, angst, all that jazz
Coming soon to a theater near you
𓇽𓇽𓇽𓇽
The weather is perfect. The sky is bright blue, not a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze makes the waves of my hair dance in the air. The white sand is hot under my feet; I dig my toes into it.
“Come on I’m right here.” Rotxo attempts to keep my focus on him instead of the deadly waves crashing onto the shore just a few feet from my secure spot on the sand.
“I can’t.” I look down, scanning to see any seashells I may want to pick up and add to my collection. Anything to distract me.
The sound of splashing water makes me jump. Rotxo slows his steps towards me.
“Hey you’re not afraid of me are you?” He looks cautious. Like he doesn’t actually know the answer to that.
I drop my guard as soon as I meet his gaze, taking a single step towards him.
“Of course not.” The smell of the sea fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath. The scent of Rotxo fills my senses too; I lean into him as if this whole process of me simply standing by the sea has exhausted me. He was a patient teacher. I’m sure he was very annoyed in the inside.
In a sense it has—exhausted me that is. My new found fear of the ocean makes my hands shake and my teeth chatter. My head replays the night of the storm. I can only remember the fear of the great blue waves crashing into me and the terror of wondering what I might find down in the depths of the ocean. Sometimes I can feel the sting and burn of water in my nose and the pain of swallowing the sea water.
Rotxo sighed. He needed to get me into the water. This was the first step of many. I would need to learn how to ride a Ilus if I would even want to be considered one of the people—and it would just be an honorary title until I got my memories back. I had so much to learn about being a Metkayina.
“Ok, I can do this.” I looked over at the waves, they had calmed down. Now just lapping at the shore line. “Eywa help me.” I mumbled a prayer before stepping out into the sea.
The sand felt like hard mud and the water was cool. It felt better than the burning sand.
I took another step in.
“There you go!” Rotxo cheered as I took a third step, now up to my knees in the crystal clear water.
He dove in after I got waist deep, drenching me in the cold salt water.
“You’re doing great, just a few more steps.” He took my hand, I stared into his bright eyes that matched the waters I now swam in.
I was so focused on him and his eyes I didn’t feel the water pull back and I didn’t see the giant wave before it crashed into us.
Will update soon working on about three avatar stories (possibly connected) so I’ll be posting on a rotation.
It time I get these fics out of my notes app
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neo-novaa · 1 year
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*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!jake sully x na'vi!reader
*ੈ✩ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: tired of the dom!jake rhetoric, i wanna hear this man whimpering!! inspired by this post; thank you for putting sub!jake in my head &lt;3
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it’d start out slow and easy, like you teasing him throughout the day and only letting him fuck you once he’d ask for it
but it’d quickly spiral into jake crying, begging you to let him cum.
and i mean begging. like, tears in his eyes, whimpering, he’d be on his hands and knees if you weren’t the one on top of him.
“please,” he whines, fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you. his chest is heaving as you keep your slow and steady pace on his cock, riding him leisurely. “c’mon, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” you croon, your hands snaking from his hips to his waist, admiring how tense his abdomen is.  jake can’t even speak-- the only things that are coming out of his mouth are half-spoken words and hopeless whines. neither of you knows precisely long you’ve been at this, but it’s been long enough that jake can’t even think straight with how well you’re fucking him. he knows he can’t touch you, but with the sun on you, highlighting your curves and your muscles, he can’t help but grab your hips and push you down onto him. jake’s hips rut into yours, and his back arches from the sudden burst of pleasure.  but in a moment, it’s all gone, because your hands find his wrists and plant them into the ground. you stop moving, and jake swears that he can feel his heart stop the moment you do. “what’d i say, baby?” you say, christening him with the nickname he’d once given you. “you don’t touch me while i’m fucking you, got it?” jake nods, vigorously. a part of you knows that if you told him he’d only be able to finish if he never breathed again, he’d take his chances with life without air. “good boy,” you hum, rewarding him with a soft kiss against his forehead. “disobey me again and i won’t fuck you for a week, you copy?”
he loves it when you use that military lingo on him ;)
and i just know he loves to eat you out
you were really adamant about it at first, only because the idea of it was so foreign to you
but once jake had done it a few times, you were hooked
you almost never explicitly ask for it, as you were worried that coercing him into giving you oral would make him lose his eagerness
but what you don’t know is that there is nothing in this entire universe that could ever make jake lose interest in diving into you like a man starved.
you try your best to be quiet. but with the way that jake’s tongue is circling your clit and his fingers prodding into your cunt? silence is nearly impossible. you’ve resorted to biting on the back of your hand to keep yourself quiet, the shuffling of others right outside your tent giving you the motivation to maintain your silence. your other hand is deep in jake's hair, pulling him closer you. you can’t help how you’re arching into him, hips rutting against his face, legs closed around his head. his free hand is gripping one of your thighs, shrugging it over his shoulder as he digs his fingers deeper into you. in moments you're cumming on his face, and jake is keen on letting your juices flow onto his palm.  you feel him crawl up to you, his lips haphazardly meeting yours. you can taste yourself on his lips. you murmur quiet praises against his mouth before you readjust yourself, your knee heedlessly brushing against his hard cock. jake hisses into your neck, his entire body twitching at the fleeting satisfaction. “fuck, i need you. i need you bad.” he whines into the crook of your neck, his hips involuntarily rutting against your thigh to chase that satisfaction. and who are you to say no to that? 
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fleursbending · 1 year
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hello junie! ❤️‍🔥 #69 what are your favorite fics at the moment?
hiya anonie ❤️‍🔥 !! OMGG YES IVE BEEN WAITINNN FOR THIS ONE ,, i was literally wanting to make my favourites of january / early feb so here goes nothing (gonna put them in categories) :
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ˏˋ °•*⁀➷ junie's current fave avatar fics ! ˖⋆࿐໋₊
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✿ mini series :
folklore ෆ jake sully. @theseuscmander
a literal masterpiece, esp as a swiftie myself! i can go and on about the angst, the yearning. the inner turmoil but honestly if you have yet to pls just go read it yourself !! ani is such an amazing writer.
empathy ෆ lo'ak sully. @mochi-yu
one of the first atwow pieces i read! has me in a chokehold and one of the things that inspired me to beginning writing for avatar in the first place! i love the dynamics here esp reader being kiri's twin sister.
si fpom ෆ jake sully. @fluloa
the desire !! the tension !! clenching my fists in agony already because i know the angst is going to dig deep into my chest. such a talented writer forreal. the character building too,, it's just all so lovely. alr said what i wanted in flo's inbox pls hfdds.
tìtunu ෆ tsu'tey. @hinataashoyos
never moving on from this, i'm staying right in this fic forever. speechless, breath taken away. writing is astounding, world building is so captivating like!! i've always appreciated tsu'tey but i'll be so real. this made me fall in lword with him! so good, how is this free?
✿ oneshots :
the hearts that bind us ෆ neteyam sully. @loaksky
in full bloom ෆ lo'ak sully. @loaksky
neng <33. i've already spoken so highly of these pieces, and i'll continue to do so. if you for whatever reason can only read two things today, let it be these! because, it is a rollercoaster of emotions. i wish i could experience reading these for the first time again!!
ao'nung is frustrated ෆ ao'nung. @neteyuck
one of the best ao'nung writers here in my personal opinion (it should be yours too js). i've reread this fic like 374340901 times and i'm not stopping anytime soon!! just pls witness the beauty that is juno's writing if you have yet to do so. there's jsust something so tangible abt it, does that make sense?? idk but <33.
just you and me ෆ lo'ak sully. @astrxq
one of the first lo'ak stories i read me thinks and i kept laughing at jakes looming presence just constantly jumping back in at the most random times. this piece is just so gentle and sweet, speaks to who lo'ak is under all the rebellious urges!!!
✿ drabble / prompts :
forest secrets ෆ lo'ak sully. @4xrina
the dialogue in this will forever remain in my soul,, nothing better than utterly lovesick boy lo'ak !! so precious forreal. flows so well, really painted a picture in my mind.
ෆ couldn't pick a specific one so everything @peacelovepandora has ever written. my safe space when the daddy issues whack me on the back of my head fr <33. just everything that op has put out literally brings me sm excitement and joy.
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𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
(I WILL UPDATE THIS TOMORROW,, i've done enough links for a life time !! so do not fret if you aren't here...you most likely will be soon lols but i'm zzz tired.)
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m1kasawps · 1 year
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ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ - ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ
In which you teach Jake the ways of the Metkayina.
Jake Sully and his children recently arrived at the reef where the Metkayina clan live, hoping for a place of safety as the sky people are after them. You weren’t a fan of this idea as the sky people would eventually find all of you, but your sister, Ronal, insisted on not only them staying, but also you having to teach Jake Sully the ways of the Metkayina clan. You didn’t want to say no to your sister, so you reluctantly started teaching Jake.
“I am your teacher now, follow me.” You bluntly state, Jake nodding and slowly walking with you and your sister towards the water.
“Tsurak. You must bond with them, connect with them.” You pause, “Patience is key, only the most advance achieve this, take your time.” You continue. “Have you achieved this yet?” He asks you. Tonowari laughs, Ronal glaring at her husband. “Oh, my apologies.” Jake awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, slightly bowing his head. You roll your eyes, “Good luck.” You mumble. Jake carefully swims towards the creature, getting on it and connecting his hair to it. “Good, now, your hands.” You say, pointing to the leather straps. He nods and you help him get the straps wrapped and tied around his hands, Jake blushes when your hands make contact with his hands, awkwardly coughing. “No worries, you’ll do great.” You pat his shoulder, a smirk on your face. Moments later, you’re smiling and laughing as he’s dragged around the reef by the creature. “Jake! Jake!” You yell, trying to keep in your laughter. “Patience!” You add. “I got it!” He huffs, trying his best to hold on to the tsurak. It repeatedly sways side to side, attempting to push Jake off. It ultimately fails as Jake finally bonds with it, slightly crouching on it and hovering above the water. “I did it!” He smiles, “Congratulations.” You grin. He can’t stop grinning, eventually getting off the creature and returning to the shore. “Good job, I’m proud of you.” You say, Tonowari and Ronal nodding. “You’ve had a long day, take some time and see your family.” You continue. Ronal and Tonowari walk towards their Marui, while you head towards yours. “Wait! (Y/N)!” You hear a voice call out, causing you to turn around. “Jake Sully, what now?” You groan, causing him to wince. “What are you doing?” He asks. “Getting some sleep, after you leave.” You shrug, pointing towards your Marui. “Oh.” His expression drops and he starts to turn around. You let out a long sigh, already starting to regret what you’re about to say, “Fine, I can teach you one last thing.” You huff. Jake tries to hide his smile, “This way.” You demand.
“What are we doing here?” He asks, glancing around the forest. The two of you are currently sitting down on some sand, located in a clearing of the forest, right in front of the water. “I’m going to teach you a little breathing technique.” You mumble. He hesitantly nods, watching as you carefully place your hand on his stomach. “Okay, I want you to breathe in.” You whisper. He takes a deep breath, “Now, hold it for as long as you can. Just, please, don’t die.” You joke. You watch Jake intensely before he quickly breathes out, gasping for air. “Not the best, we can work with it.” You laugh. “I almost died and you’re laughing?” He looks shocked, “Oh, stop it! I didn’t realize you were such a drama king.” You playfully hit his side and he pretends to cry. “Be serious now!” You try to contain your laughter, “Breathe in.” You say. Jake breathes in, “Good. Feel your breathing, stay calm. You’re safe.” You state, then starting to count. Eventually, Jake lets go of the breath, “You’re getting there, good job.” You grin, Jake smiling and nodding in response. “Okay, that’s enough for today:” You get up, digging your feet in the warm sand, Jake then getting up. “Thank you, you’re a truly great teacher.” He laughs, “Of course.” You grin.
That night, Jake couldn’t sleep, he was just so focused on you and how nervous you make him.
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