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neteyamm · 1 year

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pairing jake sully x na’vi!reader (female coded)

warning(s) nsfw, minors dni, oral, kinda na’vi heat?

author note this was literally going to be in a fanfic i was writing, but then, i like scrapped it and wrote this in thirty minutes. lol, is kitty offensive? jake’s great great great grandparents x20 was gen z. think on that. this is actually like crack? like crack wit smut? idk. enjoy i guess. jake’s pussy whipped, sooo. lol accidental third person? well, its third person limited, bc it’s jake pov? that happened accidentally tho. soz <33 unedited … yeah <33 my descriptions are actually shit and i think i gave jake adhd? lowercase very much not intended. i spent too much words on fucking silk. that had no reason being there :) it was fun tho. somehow past tense but not? idk not edited so yeah. enjoy again ig.

that small area, filled with overgrown trees, bushes and plants, lush greens and illuminating purples, had already been claimed before jake stumbled into it. it was hard to find, and it had been a mistake on his part in finding it, he’d took a tumble from the tall trees, fell through some pretty hard branches, and landed before the slender covered entrance. at first, jake thought he was looking at cloth, that somehow the na’vi had created silk fabric. he’d touch it, shocked and slightly excited, only to feel as if he’d touched a spiderweb. the silk, he’d realized, was natural — made from a bug larvae, most likely. jake had pushed the silk aside to the reveal small area. the ground was the most softest marsh he’d ever stepped on, nearly tickling his feet when he dragged them. the plants, the bushes, the trees, everything was alive and glowing, the ground tracking his footprints, it was nothing short of amazing.

he’d turned to leave, wondering if neytiri had ever been here, when his ears perks up. the tall tale sound of a hiss. it sounds like bees in someone’s throat, and escapes in a bone-chilling sound that even now, as a true na’vi and could very much make the sound himself, leaves him nervous and admittedly a little weak in the knees. he could remember when meeting the clans with tsu’tey and neytiri, asking them to fight the humans, he would steel himself when hearing it. there were so many different sounding hisses, and yet jake thinks his clan took the cake for the scariest ones.

he shakes his head. the point being, the sound makes his hairs stand and his tail to swish nervously. he turns, looking up to see a na’vi woman, an omaticayan, squatting in one of the lower branches covered in illuminated moss. she holds a dagger carved from their newest hometree, after many months of searching, tsu’tey found one suitable for their many people. she hisses again, defensive, and he smells it then. it’s like a light switch goes off in his mind. the reason he hadn’t seen neytiri, or any of the unmated women, it was the change of the tide — they called it — and when that happens, unmated na’vi women go into heat.

it’s also the reason he hadn’t seen tsu’tey all day. it makes sense now, he honestly thought they were avoiding him. he wants to slap himself now. how disrespectful of him to stumble into a woman’s marked territory, during her heat no less. he holds his hands up and walks backward, barely withholding a flinch when she hisses again.

“uh, sorry, ma’am. so sorry, didn’t mean to … what’s the word? hm, uh, embark? no, definitely not the word. uh. sorry to invade your territory?” he backs away slowly, least he accidentally starts a chase he did not want. “i’m just gonna—”

“are you mated, toruk makto?” compared to her hiss, her voice is quiet nice, hm, like honey he thinks, smooth sounding, sweet tasting, almost like her scent—he snaps out of it. her words correlate in his mind.

he honestly forgot he was the toruk makto for a moment. the war had been months ago, and despite the fact that many people won’t let him forget that he was the sixth, it was easy to forget when people got over the awe. got over the awe and saw that he was really just a clumsy guy, with a too big heart, a little too smart mouthed, and great enough warrior. he takes pride in being the head warrior, just beneath tsu’tey.

“no…?”

“was that a question, toruk makto?”

“no?” he looks around for a moment, before back to the woman. he noticed it then, she was actually quite beautiful. huh. her hair wasn’t braided, and from the slight waves, he assumed she’d just taken them down. oh, he abruptly looks away. she wore the customary loincloth, yet only a single beaded necklace, with tiny beads extending from it like dripping water, covered her nipples.

“do you want a mate?”

now that he thinks of it. he hadn’t really been looking for someone to mate with forever. once he realized neytiri was destined for tsu’tey, and they had some odd partnership going on between them—he got over that crush painstakingly slow. not to mention, tsu’tey could be scary, and jake didn’t want to mess up his position as the next olo’eyktan. no, no, jake wasn’t looking for anyone, despite the obvious looks he was receiving. he looked back to the woman, she was staring at him with clear eyes. wait. . . was she offering?

“what’s your name?” he questioned, dropping his hands when realized he still hand them up like a idiot.

“(name) te tshaka de mo’at’ite,” she says, confidently. he blinks. now, why has he heard that name before? oh, oh! the mystery woman! he remembers it clear as day now. the younger sister of the three sisters, the deceased one, the next tsahik one, and the mysterious one. that’s what, he couldn’t even remember the dead avatar driver’s name now, had said, anyway. the avatar driver had thought he was being funny, until grace practically kicked his ass and nearly cut him off.

jake couldn’t for the life of him remember seeing her, he could remember hearing her name being called, her voice talking, but she was never in sight. “neytiri’s sister?”

“yes, neytiri is my older sister by a single cycle,” she grits her teeth, a hand briefly pushing at her lower belly. “you did not answer my question, toruk makto. do you want a mate?”

“uh, are you sure this isn’t your heat talking?” jake couldn’t help but wonder. what if it was someone else that barged in, would she say the same?

“i have seen you—”

“you have?” jake raises a brow.

“i have watched you—”

“you have?” jake raises both brows.

“i have followed you—”

“you have?” jake couldn’t help the voice crack or raise in pitch. he never noticed anyone following him. oh man, this shouldn’t be as flattering as he’s taking it.

“i decided that i will have you,” she finishes, not an ounce concerned with just how odd she sounds. she is confident, jake will give her that, to outright tell someone that you will have them is ballsy.

“you will?”

“I will. I am glad it was you who stumbled upon my thicket. otherwise, i would have injuried them.”

well, that settles it. jake always liked a woman who could kill him, and well, (name) looks fierce and ready to kill him. besides, jake’s a simple man, someone willingly to be with him? forever? hah, if his old buddies from earth could see him now. they were always saying jake would never find a girl or guy, he wasn’t the best at flirting.

“well, here i am, have me?” he understands his old buddies, now. he cringes, by eywa, did i really say that?

(name) gives a rich laugh, it causes a shiver to run down his spine, and he only has half a second to catch the lunging woman. they tumble through the soft marsh, nearly sinking into it as she settles quite contently on his lap. she brings her quene around, and jake does the same, watching in morbid fascination as the tendrils coil and link around the other.

it only takes a second for their minds to connect, emotions bursting full and richly around their interlinked minds. there’s no love there, not yet at least, but its overwhelming, heartwarming and thrilling all at once. he could feel her brushing against his mind, squeezing around his brain, settling into the missing blanks, melting into the crevices and nooks. it feels good, it feels right, and he’s suddenly heavily aware of the stabbing pain in her lower belly. amazing how she kept a clear mind with that amount of pain, geez.

he wonders, briefly, if this would have felt more special if they took things slow. but then, he’s struck by unbridled lust, and forgets his wonderings. well, it’s been years since he’s last did anything, really, and her scent was starting to coat the air thickly.

“so,” jake starts awkwardly. does this count as a one night stand, we just met, and now we’re about— his thoughts blank when she grabs his hands, pressing them against her tits. the beads dig into his skin for a moment, but they’re easily removed, and suddenly it’s skin on skin contact. he squeezes, instinctively really, and draws out a breathy whimper from (name). his eyes widens briefly, and he feels like inexperienced teenage boy again with his fast he hardens.

she must have felt him, there’s no way she hadn’t, her hips move upwards slightly, then back down. it’s his turn to whimper at the friction of the cloth and the pressure of her weight on him, practically suffocating his cock. he decides, last minute, to give her perky nipples a little twist and he savors her sounds. she really did sound good, like — his eyes caught the silk curtain swaying gently — like honey dripping onto silk.

her scent rolls around his nose, strong, thick, and heady. he rolls them over without a second thought, hands sliding down to her loincloth. his eyes meet her’s, and he raises a brow. “may i?”

she twists her hips a little, impatience nudges against his mind, “please,” she purrs, litreally, it starts in her chest and settles in her throat. like a cat. like a kitty. oh, he shudders.

he makes easy work to untie the strings, the cloth falling away aimlessly, and that is all it takes for her arousal to truly be smelt. he gulps, swallows harshly, gulps again. shit, is it hot? why does it feel like his control is breaking? her inner thighs were glistening and as she happily, and proudly spreads her legs, he couldn’t help the groan of utter pain. his cock throb painfully, his chest ache painfully, this has to be a crime. he’d never once in his life seen a cunt so pretty.

his mouth waters, and he swallows again, least he starts drooling everywhere. he knows that wouldn’t be an appetizing sight. he shakes his head, back on track. he clenches his fingers, before scooting himself back, settling on his belly, and eye level with this beautiful, beautiful cunt.

“pretty,” he unconsciously mutters, mesmerized. her pink bud peeking out between her puffy lips, his eyes catching sight of tiny droplets sliding down and disappearing into the marsh below them. “god, such a pretty pussy.” it felt wrong to call upon eywa, what if she heard? what if she saw? he doesn’t think the mother goddess needs to see this.

“hurry, jake,” she whines above him, twisting her hips again, and his eyes tracks the movements. she’s practically waving her cunt in his face. he groans.

“patience, kitty,” he mutters, debating if he should eat or finger, hm. shit, he really wants to taste her. “you want me to touch you?”

“yes, please,” she whispers, sounding shy all of a sudden. he chuckles at that, barely dodging the thump from her tail against his face.

jake uses his index and thumb to spread her puffy lips, his eyes flutter, his breathing is caught, he could die right here, he could die a happy man right here, right now. jake can’t even call it glistening anymore, she’s practically a river, so wet, dripping and dripping, her pretty hole clenching around nothing.

he leans forward, flattening his tongue, and giving her a generous swipe. her taste melts on his tongue, heady and sweet all at once, he swallows like a man starved and does it again. his tongue nudging against her hole, catching the juices that exit. “ooh, fuck, you taste so good, babygirl,” he groans. he really feels like praying.

“j-jake,” her whimpers and mewls were like music to his ears, and the moment she grips his hair, his hips jerk and he has no choice but to eat her like a man straved. he slurps as much of her juices as he could, before turning his attention to her neglected bud, swirling around the engorged bud slowly, eyes fluttering open to watch the way her body responded.

he swirls on the left side, her belly clenches. he swirls on the right side, her thighs shudder against his head, a true moan ripped from her throat. “so pretty, you moan so prettily,” he grins against her cunt and attacks that spot with vengence.

he uses his free hand to wrap around her thigh, prying it open as they begin to close around his head. she shudders above him, fingers tightening around his hair, pretty sounds trembling from her lips. he swirls and slurps, sucks and nips, and he could only feel himself growing harder by the second. “j-jake—haah!—m’gonna cum!” she warns, spreading her legs a little wider and practically shoving her cunt into his face, and he happily takes advantage of it.

he wraps his arms underneath her thighs, hands settling on her hips in soft grip, locking her in place as he brings her closer and closer to her release. she’s not quiet anymore, sounds ringing above them, her mind is blissful against his — thinking of nothing but the strings of pleasure. it only takes a well placed swipe of his tongue, a tiny nip of his fangs and—

“j-jake—m’cumming!” she cums with a sequel, thighs nearly locking around his head, but he grabs them in time. he’d seen what a na’vi women’s thighs could do to a head. he happily licks up the steady trail of white leaking from her hole, listening to her soft whimpers and satisfied purrs.

“good, kitty?” he asks, propping up on his elbows to get a good look at her. he nearly starts kicking his feet at the satisfied expression on her beautiful face.

“mhm, very good, jake,” she grins, fangs on display, and goddamnit, he’s going to burst from that image alone.

“you want some more, pretty girl?”

her cheeks bloom like anemones, eyes casting downwards, and her grin turning shy. she’s so fucking cute, it hurts, really. “i need your cock, jake.”

“oh?” he raised a brow, condescendingly, “you need it?” she nods, eagerly. “if you didn’t need it, babygirl, would you want it?”

“yes,” she shudders, “please, jake.”

“hm, let me see,” he mutters, dragging himself onto his hunches. he chuckles when she props up on her elbows eagerly, watching his fingers untie his loincloth with lustful eyes. he sighs when the cool air hits his cock, the tip an angered magenta and leaking clear pre-cum. air sucks through his teeth when she reaches forward, grabbing his cock in a tight grasp. “careful, kitty, don’t hold too tight for me, yeah?”

she leans down, mouth dropping open, and he stops her, index underneath her chin. “later, pretty girl,” he promises.

her lips pout, slick from spit and brusied from biting, “but, you—”

he gives a quiet tut, “i’ll train your pretty throat for me, later. right now,” he grabs her waist, forcing her on to her back. she gives a startled look, pretty eyes wide, and mouth popping open. “i need to fuck your fat cunt, until the only thing you remember is my name, hm?”

she shudders, hands reaching for his. “please,” she begs prettily.

ugh, he hopes na’vi can’t have heart attacks.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Teach Me

Masterlist

Jake Sully x female reader!

Summary: Jake teaches you to touch yourself.

Warnings: obvious smut! Fingering. Tsaheylu. Squirting. Daddy kink.

Random inspiration concept that just has me in a CHOKEHOLD.

Jake can feel your pleasure through tsaheylu, your every sensation coursing through your queue to his, tingling his body much like it does yours.

He sits behind you, his back against a tree, his chest against your back, his arms around you.

His hands hold yours, guiding your fingers across your cunt, helping you draw steady circles on your clit.

“Teach me to touch myself like you do it,” you'd said, wide eyes eager and lustful.

And fuck, Jake can never say no to anything you ask of him.

“Alright, girl, you feel that?” he asks, tracing over your clit with one of your own fingers. He asks even though he knows you can feel it, not only because he senses you through the bond, but also because of the way your legs jerk and the little gasp that leaves your lips.

“Mhmm,” you whine in response, toes curling.

“It's good, isn't it?”

“Yes,” you mewl out, your back arching, your head falling back against Jake's shoulder. “'s so good.”

Jake leads your other hand lower, using your fingers to pry open your entrance, your slick coating your skin as the scent of your arousal grows thick in the air. He pushes one of your fingers into you, ensuring you rub against that soft, spongy spot that makes you shudder.

“That's right, I know you can feel that,” he hums as he inserts a finger of his own, your cunt tight and warm.

You're whining and thrashing in his hold, begging him for more, your hips bucking up. You're desperate for your release, impatient as the pleasure slowly builds.

“Easy, girl,” he coos. “Shh, it's okay. I'll make sure you come, baby, but you gotta relax a little for me. Can you do that, babygirl?”

You nod. “M'kay,” you reply, taking deep breaths, allowing your pussy to loosen up around your finger as well as Jake's.

Jake curls his finger up, touching that spot inside of you again, inviting your finger to follow his movements. You sigh thickly, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, reaching every single nerve in your body.

“There you go,” he hums against your ear. “You just gotta keep doin' this until you come.”

Your skin is shiny with sweat, your limbs trembling. “Make me come, Jake,” you beg. “Please! Fuck! 's always so good when you do it, Daddy.”

Jake chuckles. “You want me to help you, baby?” he questions, licking over the shell of your ear. “You wanna come on Daddy's fingers?”

“Mhmm!” you gasp, nodding, body writhing against his.

He kisses your shoulder, the back of your neck. “You wanna try somethin' new, darlin'?” he asks. “You want Daddy to teach you somethin' new?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say. “Please.”

He nibbles on your earlobe. “Spread your legs a little more for me, girl.”

You do as asked, spreading your thighs. “Keep your fingers on that pretty clit for Daddy, yeah?”

You nod, still rubbing messy circles against your clit as Jake's hand wanders to your thighs. He massages the plush skin there, fingers digging into the fat of your thigh, tracing over the light stripes on your skin. His tongue licks over your neck, making you whine.

You can feel the pleasure, thick and boiling, coil low in your stomach. Jake's finger curls up against that gentle spot, forcing your digit against it as well, making something deep inside of you almost recoil against the intense pleasure.

“Jake,” you whine, breathless, but Jake already feels it.

“I know, baby. I know.” He softly kisses your neck. “Just a while longer, yeah? Hold on a while longer for me, baby.”

You hum, trying to contain the pleasure, seeing little black dots across your vision. You're purring, literally—a soft, thick sound that emanates from deep in your throat. Pure content, pure ecstasy to Jake's ears. He loves the sound, it drives him crazy.

His long, thick cock is hard, straining against his loincloth, heavy as it rests on your lower back.

His finger is slow, painfully so, with the way it drags against your spongy spot. But the pressure is thick, sweet and intense, and you can feel something stirring within you.

“Daddy,” you whine. “Daddy, please, 's too much!”

“It's not too much, pretty girl,” he tells you, his voice thick in your ear. “You can do it, baby. Trust me.”

You shake your head, the corners of your eyes pickling with tears. “I can't-can't do it!”

“Shh, relax, baby,” Jake whispers. “Relax. Trust Daddy, girl. Yeah?”

“Daddy, please, don't—!”

“I know, baby. I know it's too much. Just trust me, darlin'.”

You writhe, your orgasm rising to the surface, crashing through you. And you can tell it's different than the others.

Jake can feel it too.

“There you go, girl. Almost there,” he urges on, nipping at the skin of your shoulder.

You can feel this strange, new release gripping every nerve in your body, making your body shake in Jake's hold. The pleasure is too much, too intense, and it feels like a living, palpable thing that scratches at the inside of your stomach, begging to be let out.

Jake can tell the moment it's about to happen. He can sense the way your body grows taut, the way you clench around him and how breathless you become.

“Daddy,” you gasp, body jerking as if to get away from him. “Daddy!”

And then it happens. A gush of your arousal spurts from you, soaking your thighs, and Jake's hands and forearms.

“Atta girl,” Jake praises. “You're always such a good girl for Daddy.”

Your orgasm wrecks through you, shattering you. Your back arches and Jake groans at the feel of your orgasm through tsaheylu. Your pleasure is almost unbearable to him. So intense, so much, that it pushes him to his own orgasm.

His load spills into his loincloth, hot and sticky, and he groans, hips softly rolling against your back. “Goddamn, girl,” he groans. “Look at what y'do to me.”

You whine, breathing heavy and rough. “'s so good, Daddy,” you mewl. “So good.”

“Yeah, it was good, wasn't it, babygirl?” He chuckles, kissing the side of your face. “You think you can do that again for me? While I pound you with my cock, baby?”

“'nything for you, Daddy.”

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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pocoyo-yo · 1 year

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'𝐈 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐲, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭'

SUMMARY: you guys heard me loud and clear so here's part two of '8ft blue dilf fucks you like he's young again'

WARNINGS: smut, size kink, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, omaticaya!reader, creampie, unprotected, breeding kink, praise, degradtion, manhandling, overstimulation, whole makeout session, mating press (pos.), missionary (pos.), pet names (baby, whore just a lil bit, ...babygirl)

PART ONE

your mind was nothing but fog at this point— you could hear your own heartbeat due to almost every other sound being muted.

your blurred eyes stared at the now slightly open entrance to the hut— jake had covered it after who knows how long.

you could see, just barely see, shadows of other na'vi scurrying quickly past the hut. you knew they heard you two— but your brain was too fucked out to care. it's not like jake gave a damn either— who was bold enough to tell the olo'eykan to keep it down when it came to pleasuring his mate?

"s'too much— s'too much, ma jake.."

you left a soft kiss on his arm— that was wrapped around you. the mucles flexed as he held you close him— you back pressed firmly against his chest.

"you pass out— then we're done," he grunted, hips snapping into your ass while he cock continued to numb your velvety walls. ".. just let me fuck my girl to sleep and I'll stop."

"the k— kids," you reminded him, mind only focused on his cock but your motherly ways still found a way to stay a float through it all. ".. what if—"

"— shh.. I'm giving you another one right now— the hell," jake groaned in fustration at the feeling of his cock slipping out of your folds. his grip on you loosened and you gasped as he laid you on your back— his body now nestled in between your open thighs. ".. what is this— the third time?"

you whimpered, "ma jake.."

he rubbed the tip of his cock over your cunt— it was glistening with your wetness and his cum. even as you laid before him— just a few seconds without his cock stuffing your hold dribbles of his cum from previous rounds rolled down your ass on onto the mat where you both slept.

"don't look at me like that," jake clicked his tongue at the sight of your puffy eyes that were filled with another round of tears, and your swollen lips that were stuck in a pout. "you tryin to make me feel bad? you asked for this— been doing so good too— takin' this dick with a smile. what happened, babygirl?"

he pushed himself back inside of you with ease and you whined— your mouth forming an 'o' shape.

"I dunno," you sniffled, legs shaking as the heat and pressure in between your thighs grew unbearable. "I dunno just please— please move.."

"now you want me to move? after making that sad face— what are you? an actor now," jake thrusted into you quickly— cock drilling into your gaping pussy like he hadn't been doing this for hours already. ".. I saw the way your hole was grasping at straws when I wasn't inside of you— so desperate for a good dickin' down.."

jake gripped your thighs and let your legs rest on his shoulders— almost folding you in half to reach even deeper (like it was possible at that point).

"ma j— jake," you sobbed— eyes hooded as you stared at his wet abdomen. it continously slammed into your sensitive clit— giving it the attention it was craving. ".. s'deep— you are so deep.."

"..fuck— give me one more," he bit down on his bottom lip— eyes only focused on your expression. "cum one more time f'me.. just one more and black out— then I'm done, yeah?"

you traced your finger tips down jakes chest while his brows furrowed. his tongue swiped over his lips— sweat dripped off of the tip of his flat nose.

his hips rolled against your skin— thigh muscles sore from all the positions he had you in. your golden eyes flickered back in your head— soft, broken moans floating from your throat as his cock fucked into that gummy spot in your walls.

".. r— right there!" you begged, nails sinking into his skin with a hiss.

"damn," he hissed, the fat tip slamming harder into your g-spot. "right there, baby?"

"yes.. yes.. oh great mother," you shivered as jakes rough hand traced over your belly— stopping to feel the slight buldge in your skin when he hit that certain spot. "please— ma jake, kiss me please.."

"kiss you," he scoffed. "what whore gets a kiss? fuck— well, the kinda kiss you're thinkin' of.."

you felt tears fall down your cheeks and you pouted, "but.."

he frowned and his hand left your stomach, now gripping your jaw, "but?"

"tsaheylu," you reminded him with a whimper. "we committed tsaheylu.."

jake glanced at your connected queue's before he looked back at you— your body jolting upward slightly with each snap of his hips. a long, shakey sigh left his lips as your deep emotions for a kiss coursed throughout every neuron in his brain.

"you want it that bad, huh?" he chuckled.

you nodded with a sniffles, "yes.. kiss me please.."

jake pressed his forehead against yours before his lips found your own. you clawed at his chest— moaning desperately into jakes mouth. his tongue swipped over your lips before venturing into your mouth, meeting your own. the kiss was so tender— after each drawback for a short breath of air jake kissed the corners of your mouth before diving back in. he was sort of shocked he went that long without genuinely kissing you— he didn't want to separate, only doing so, so that you could breathe.

"you're so pretty, baby," he mumbled, breathing harshly through his nose. "so damn perfect.."

you asked to be used— to be treated as a play-thing and you both were enjoying the hell out of it, shit— jake was still fucking you like a slut while kissing you like he hadn't kissed you in years, but he could only go so long without a bit of praise for you.

I mean, back when you both were young, he wasn't an asshole when you two had sex— just very, very rough.

"ma jake.. fuck— jake.." you hiccuped on whines, pulling back for air.

"you're already doing that, pretty thing." jake teased— hooded eyes only staring at your wet lips.

tears clung to your lashes as you murmured, "you— you are pretty.. ma jake, you are so pretty.."

"don't steal my compliments," he rolled his eyes before he kissed your jaw. "also I'm not pretty— I fucked you that dumb..?"

he pulled back, hovering over you while you tried form a sentence, honestly, just anything slightly coherent.

"you are pretty," you repeated— hands shakily grazing jakes stomach. you traced your thumb over his two beauty marks and glanced up at him. "these are pretty.."

jake clicked his tongue, "don't say shit like that," he snuck his hand in betwen your thigh and rubbed dramatic circles on your clit with his thumb. "and give me that look.."

you gasped, your tongue on the verge of loling out of your mouth. jake's deep blue cheeks were flushed darker— a slight gulp leaving him as your deadly doe eyes grew wide.

"I can feel you clampin' down on me, babygirl," he groaned— cock twitching in the warmth and tightness of your walls. "fuck— you're tight.. you gonna cum?"

his dick poked at your belly more and more, and it was a sight. you knew he was deep but actually seeing the tip of his cock make your belly buldge made you somewhat embarassed.

"jake— 'can't do it!" you cried out.

"answer the question.." he grunted.

your toes curled— your dazed gaze meeting jakes as the knot in your stomach grew painfully tight. your breaths were uneven and your ears perked up at the lewd nouses that came from below— each wet slap and airy thrust.

you whimpered, "y— yes! m'gonna cum— yes!"

jakes let his hand slide to your belly, and he lifted his hips, heavy balls now slapping against your clit everytime he sunk back inside you.

"give me one more, babygirl," he rested his forehead against yours once again as he pressed down on your stomach (the spot where he would hit). "and I'll.. give you one more.."

your thighs pressed against your breasts and that did it for you. the pressure was too much to the point where you couldn't speak— cumming was all you could think about.

a broken sob escaped your throat— your entire body shook (legs shaking the most), the intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back in your head.

jake moaned, "holy fuck, baby—"

you creamed around his cock and jake could only get a few more thrusts in before your overstimulation became too much for him to handle. his jaw hung agape while a mixture of curse words and whimpers filled the air.

you panted heavily while his cum stuffed you full for the however many time.

you whined as jake lifted himself up and let your weak legs fall to his sides. he held your hand and kissed each of your knuckles gently.

"I'm right here," he huffed. "..fuck, you did so good, babygirl— I love you so much," jake could see you were barely clinging onto consiousness and he chuckled, "I'll clean you up— rest for me.."

you shivered as he pulled out his softened cock and separated your queues, giving your forehead a gentle kiss before your heavy eyelids fluttered shut.

"and there she goes.." he sighed.

jake resisted the urge to just collaspe beside you and take you in his arms— the kids would be returning home soon (it was almost Eclipse).

he wiped you down the best he could and tried not to wake you while he dressed you up again. he put your loincloth on first— not wanting all his hardwork to just spill out like that. he then threw a thin blanket over you— even though na'vi didn't use them he didn't want the kids seeing you covered in his kiss marks and bruises until they faded a little.

jake then fixed himself up, jumping a bit as three rowdy kids (not even in double digits) stormed into the hut like they owned the place. all of them calling for you— of course.

"mama guess what!"

"mama I didn't do it—"

"mama m'hungry!"

"shh," jake placed his finger over his lips and nodded towards your sleeping frame. "mama's asleep.. she's— she's not feeling well, so," he stroked his daughters bangs and suggested in a soft tone. "how about you go eat dinner with grandma and stay for a little bit. tell her daddy sent you, alright..?"

the three children blinked slowly before they gave jake a quick nod and left just as quickly as they busted in.

"it's fine.." jake sighed and laid down next to you, pulling you in close.

your head rested against his chest as he stroked your hair while he stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes.

"..four will be fine."

- so I just hit 500+ followers.. wtf you guys??? like ion even know what to say— thank you so much!! think of this as a potential 500 follower special since I usually disappear off of the face of the planet for like three weeks -

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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Jake pussy eating headcanons? I just KNOW he's a professional

oh heck yes he is

ngl as he was originally wheelchair bound, the necessity for pleasing partners in more unconventional ways became all the more pressing. therefore his pussy eating and fingerfucking skills upped tenfold

pair this with his new avatar form, and holy fuck

• i think jake's especially into it too, bc he can see every part of your body; when he's got his thick blue cock inside you, there's an element of pressure to be in the right place, keep you comfortable, and only so many poses he can do, buut

• when he's on his knees, thighs spread out, maybe lightly humping the soft grass below him, all the while his face is buried between your opened legs, he's much happier

• he can take in your whole body; see your writhing form, back arching off the ground, nipples perked up in the cold air, mouth agape in ecstasy, and pussy, of course, swollen and dripping all over his face

• jake makes excellent use of his tongue too, now it's even more long, thick and flexible. his eyes will be clasped shut, mouth slightly upwards turned not only to better please you, but also because he's genuinely delighted to be eating you out like this

• he's happy to do whatever it takes to make you squeal and gush all over him, but especially loves mouth-fucking you. thrusting his lengthy blue tongue deep inside your clenching entrance, finding your special spot and keening hard into it, that's his favourite

• it's mostly because he can taste you so well, but also because he can nuzzle the flat of his nosebridge right up close to your throbbing, swollen clit, and take in the scent of your warmth and arousal

• he'll smear your juices all over him too. all over his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, chin. loves to take little breaks and nip at your thighs too; maybe take gentle bites to your exposed pussy lips and use the tip of his tongue to swiftly lick up and down your opening until it starts to numb down

• he claims that he only does it so often (and much) because it helps to ease the stretch of his girthy length when he's filling you up, but he really just loves how your hips shake when he speed-tonguefucks your sticky, hot opening

• ofc he also uses his hands and fingers too. jake loves to smack and spank your glistening folds, but especially to tug and massage your sensitive outer lips; he'll often do it after your first orgasm, bc it helps to coax out all his cum or your leftover juice, and therefore means he can slurp up all that excess essence, usually with a small grin or smirk

• he also uses his fingers to pump inside you, usually his middle and ring fingers, by doing so having a more stable base to pound hard into your pussy; his ring and index resting on either side of your mound

• he loves the digging and beckoning motion that makes you squirm and whine extra hard too, so he'll often just toggle your g-spot for like 20mins at a time, until you squeal and buck up into his awaiting mouth

• ofc he most enjoys using both simultaneously. fingering you slow, and sensuously, yet also tonguing your engorged bud swift enough to make you cum in minutes. blowing on your clit is a move he loves too, likewise any hums, breaths or sighs right onto your exposed skin is common, bc it only riles you up further

• jake's also a noisy fucker. wanton groans and little laughs of amusement at your motions. he loves to make noise, and it extends to sex too.

• similarly to when he's being stimulated, almost all noises are appreciated both from him and to him by others. the only real difference with him giving oral is that they're more in response than because of a feeling

• he'll use a lot of "uh huh, thaaat's it", "..that's it babygirl, good girl, fuck", "take it, take it in..i know you can do it, c'mon, take it for me" and "..ah-ah-uhhuh, that's right, there you go love, so good for me"; but jake'll also just make a lot of sounds too

• lots of hums of approval or feigned surprise, chuckles of endearment, tuts, tssks, and patronizing "ohhh, fffuck babygirl, that's it, come all over my fingers", "ohoh-shit..gush for me...fuck, so fuckin' wet". all of it'll be loud, but oddly restrained and gentle at the same time

• likewise noises are a big deal. he loves any squelching, wetness, slick and moist sounds; e.g. when your pussy sucks in his fingers so eagerly that they squelch around him, it's only serves to make his cock harder, and his tip leakier

• he's partial to taking a moment though too. sitting back, upright a bit, maybe mid-way through working up to a well-worked for release just to tease you. he'll cast his emerald eyes up, exploring your desperate state; eyebrows scrunched, lip quivering, eyes shut, chest heaving, and your body almost moving of its own accord

• the ego boost that comes with that, to him, is golden. it means he's got you. he's got your rhythm. you thrust up into his hand, you cream all over his eager mouth and tongue, you whine and moan in time with his ministrations, and it gives him this sense of control, yet also a feeling of knowing he's impressing you too

• to top it all off, he'll definitely just stop and look at your pussy specifically. take both his hands, and softly push your thighs wider for him, using his experienced fingers to lightly pull apart your moistened, swollen pussy lips to get a glimpse of your clenching, needy opening

• he'll be mesmerized by it, just watching and observing your entrance open and close, constricting around the air, almost pulsing from your hyper-aroused state, induced by his movements, and it makes him smirk like hell

hope u enjoyed anon! +reqs open as usual :)

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riki-riks-chick · 17 days

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★Enhypen Hyung Line When you give them head ★

┋nsfw! oral sex/blow jobs, degrading names(hoon), facefucking, praise

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Heeseung:

Heeseung likes to be in control. The perfect way to give him a semblance of control is by giving him head. He loves leaning back against the couch with you sitting pretty on your knees right in front of him. He'd make you undo his belt and his pants, and before you can even breathe properly, he's using your mouth to get off. He has a large hand on the back of your head, forcing you to take him deeper, only permitting you to breathe once he's satisfied. When he's done, his white essence is painted over the pretty pink of your lips. "That's it.. Such a good girl.."

Jay:

Jay loves getting head from you. It's one of his favorite ways to get off. He had just made your favorite dinner, and you wanted to thank him. After showering, you joined him on the bed, sitting between his legs as you touched him slowly. In a matter of minutes you had your lips wrapped around him and he was simply bewildered. Tugging on your hair and whispering sweet little praises that came off as low moans. When he's close he moans slightly louder and you always get turned on hearing his pleasured sounds. "Fuck, baby... You're so good to me.."

Jake:

Jake loves blow jobs. Literally.. His favorite times are when he's had a long, stressful day, and you end up making out on the couch until you're pressing him against the armrest, palming him through his pants. You start off slow, giving his tip small kitten licks as you stroke him slowly. He wouldn't force you, but he'd whine until you finally caved and took his length into your mouth. He wouldn't be able to keep himself from bucking his hips against you, but you don't mind. His hand is tangled in your hair, not pushing you, but simply enjoying your lips around him. "Shit, babygirl.. How are you so good at that?.."

Sunghoon:

Sunghoon is a completely different person when you're giving him head. And you find it so hot. He'd tug on your hair, leaning down towards you as you shift in your position on your knees, moaning when he kisses you. He'd pull away, gesturing towards the erection between his legs, moaning when you take his length into your mouth. He'd be pulling your hair, forcing you to take him deeper, and calling you a plethora of degrading nicknames. Upon his climax, he makes you swallow because, "Good sluts finish their dessert."

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#enha smut #enhypen #enhypen hyung line #park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours

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truetogaia · 1 year

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RAWRRRR THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING DBF!JAKE OOPS

pairing: dbf!dom!jake x fem!na'vi!reader

genre: smut, 18+

warnings: age gap (reader is 19, jake is whatever age yall want LMAO), p in v, slight choking, someone almost walking in on 'em. DADS BEST FRIEND!, tit play

word count: 500 :)

His hair tickled the skin of your tummy as his face was pressed into your soft chest, his hot tongue licking hungry stripes up your swollen breasts, occasionally swiping over your nipples. Your legs were wrapped around his torso as you ran your hands through his silky hair, tugging on it from time to time in sync with his rough thrusts. Your soft mewls and moans grew in volume and you felt Jake’s large hand snake up your chest, before he rested it loosely around your neck.

“Shh, keep it down sweetheart..” His hot breath fanned over your collarbone as he pumped his cock into your tight heat. “You’ve gotta keep quiet, babygirl. Don’t want your dad to hear, right?” He teased, sinking his sharp canines into the plush of your breast, groaning against it as your cunt squeezed him. “Such pretty tits..”

The sound of approaching footsteps made you snap your head up, desperately checking whether or not you had secured the entrance to your part of the hut. Jake didn’t seem to care though, despite the fact that a thin drape was the only thing keeping your dad from revealing the secret that had been going on between his daughter and his best friend for so long. Instead, Jake put a finger over his lips, gesturing for you to keep quiet as he increased the tempo of his rough thrusts. You almost forgot about the person standing outside the entrance, before a voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“y/n? You okay in there?” Your dads voice came from just outside the room, worry present in his tone. Jake retreated from your neck, placing both of his calloused hands on your soft tits, squeezing them and toying with your hard nipples as he pounded your cunt. Your voice was breathy and you stumbled over your words, interrupted by involuntary moans.

“‘m.. I'm fine da- hmn! I’m okay dad!” You managed, clamping a hand over your mouth to muffle any further unwanted noises. It felt wrong, so lewd and vulgar, but the way Jake’s cock filled your needy cunt so deliciously had your mind in a haze, and your sense of judgment was thrown out the window. As soon as your ears picked up the sound of him walking away, you fell limp into Jake’s strong embrace.

“Atta girl.." He cooed, grabbing your hips with his large hands and laying you down on your back. His cock was still buried deep inside your soaked cunt, and you begged him silently to start moving again. “I don’t think he noticed, baby, good job..” He grabbed a hold of your plush thighs, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders before snapping his hips into yours, reaching deeper in this position. He fucked into you mercilessly, teasing and testing you to see what made you moan the loudest. And when he found the right button, he hushed you with a gentle squeeze to your neck.

“Ah ah, what’d I say, sweetheart? If you keep moaning like this, he’s bound to figure it out. What do you think he’d say about it, huh? About his best friend being balls deep inside his precious daughter's needy, sopping cunt, hm?”

UHUHU I WISH I ADDED MORE PETNAMES BUT I CAN'T BC I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE IT TOO LONG..

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casiia · 1 year

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𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: jake sully x reader x tonowari

genre: smut!

warnings: smutsmutsmutsmutsmut omg! 18+ only, threesome, degradation, lil bit of degradation, use of daddy, v! penetration, back being blown out, throat bulge, belly bulge, crying, a wee bit of breath play, breeding kink LOWK, face fucking, two big beefy incredibly hot men, inaccurate avatar, also unedited cuz i can't be asked, lotta loopholes sorta rushed! maybe i will rewrite this idk. feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

“look at how wet she is”

jake laughed loudly between your thighs, his fingers pulling your folds apart to show tonowari the way your juices dribbled out of your leaking hole. he teasingly blew a puff of air over your sopping cunt, enjoying the way you writhed under him.

“s’gonna be an easy fit this time” tonowari fist his himself once, watching you spread your legs further at the sight of his hard cock. you whined needily, eyes begging for either of them to touch you – to please you like they always do.

“please- i’ve been such a good girl for my daddies” you grabbed jake’s arm when he made a move to leave, your hips bucking up to his face with desperation. “relax babygirl, m’stayin don’t worry” he nipped at the inside of your thigh before moving to kneel right by your face, tonowari replacing his position between your legs.

“been waiting for this pussy all day” tonowari grunts, guiding the bulbous head of his cock between your slicked folds, pressing his slit against your puffy clit (bars). you hissed loudly, squirming under him at the harsh gesture.

“don’t act all surprised, you wanted this” jake cooed, playfully pinching at your cheek with a smirk. he sat back on the heels of his feet, fingers nimbly untying his loincloth. you watched his cock spring from their restraints, his length slapping against his abdomen. drool pooled in the bottom of your mouth, hunger overcoming you as he started to jerk himself off, a large bead of precum oozing from his slit and dribbling over his knuckles.

“i’ve had enough”

yelping in surprise when tonowari roughly pulled you up by the arm, flipping you around so you were on your hands and knees. he placed his hands on the globes on your ass, squeezing gently before traveling to the small of your back. he chuckled lightly, watching you immediately arch your back under his touch, your tail instinctively wrapping around his forearm.

“this is what i’m talking about, fuck you’re gonna look so good with a throatful of my cock” jake shuffles in front of you, tilting his head to the side with a prideful grin. “isn’t that right, pretty girl. y’gonna give me a show while suckin me off?”

“mhm! gonna make sure i look pretty jus’ for you” looking up at him through your thick lashes, you smiled sweetly. “that’s what i like to hear” jake wrapped his long fingers around the base of his cock, slapping himself against your cheek. his ears twitching at the erotic sounds of wet skin to skin, a condescending smirk playing on his lips as he smeared his precum all over your pretty features.

“just for him?” tonowari rubs your hip soothingly before he sharply smacks your ass, a bright red blossoming over your blue skin. you squeal in surprise, turning your head to look at him. “didn’t mean it of course, i look pretty for you too”

“aw, you didn’t mean it? babygirl you hurt my feelings” jake teased you, grasping your jaw to turn you back towards him. you stammered in his hold, not knowing what to say. “i’ll forgive you, make it up to me with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

opening your mouth to reply, you fluttered your eyes shut with a moan when tonowari pressed his tip into your hole. his hold on your hips tightening as he pushed his aching cock deeper into your inviting cunt. hot and pulsating around him, he dropped his head with a groan as you clenched around him. his slicked balls thumping at your folds while he rolled his hips against yours, his tip kissing at your cervix.

“shit. she’s so tight” tonowari presses down on the small of your back with one hand, humming approvingly as you arched further for him. he eyed the bulge in your belly with pride as he waited for you to adjust to his size, your hips rocking back against his with a needy mewl.

“don’t leave me out, open up for me baby” jake taps at your lips with his angry red tip, his eyes wide with demand. obediently obeying like the good girl you were, you parted your lips for him, taking the tip of his cock with ease. “nuh uh, daddy’s impatient. can’t wait tonight, take all of it.” jake tangles his fingers into the locks of your hair, watching your lips stretched around his girth as he pushed himself down your throat.

you gurgle out a whine, saliva pooling out of your mouth and onto his balls, as he forced all of his cock down your throat. you squeezed one of your eyes shut, your nose bumping against his pelvis as he held you there. your throat bulged with the imprint of his cock, your face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. “lookin so good with my cock down ya pretty throat, you like chokin on my dick?” jake grunts, feeling you swallow around him. he liked the way your eyes clouded with tears, the way you looked at him with such ergency when you needed to breathe.

“she’s turning purple, jake.” tonowari warned, rocking his hips against yours with a low grunts, his pace slow but hard. you moaned around jake’s girth with every thrust, his tip nudging at a spongy spot deep within your core.

“mm’ she likes it there, our princess is a moaning mess” jake tantalized, roughly pulling you off his cock. you gasped for air, your chest heaving heavily as you blinked away the dark spots that started to blur your vision. “i love it! i love it s’much, daddies.”

“yea i can tell” tonowari laughs at you as he pistons into your slippery cunt, his pace no longer fast and deep. he fucked into you with no remorse, using all of his weight. he let a loud moan slip, your pulsating walls beating around his twitching cock.

with uneven whines of pleasure, you stuck your tongue out to lick up jake’s length. slobbering messily, you smeared a mixture of precum and spit all over your chin. “dirty girl, c’mon daddy’s been waitin” jake bucked against your lips, need and desire swarming in his voice and eyes.

“well since you asked so nicely” you welcomed him into your mouth once again, kitten licking at his slit before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. jake threw his head back with a moan, staring at your hollowed cheeks. the vibrations of your sounds of pleasure sending a wave of chills up his spine. he shook his head with a hearty sigh, thrusting into your mouth. “m’sorry, pretty girl. i know.” with his balls slapping against your chin, you shakily inhaled through your nose, your throat tightening around him as a gag arose from your stomach.

“quit clenchin, girl. m’gonna cum, i can feel it. want me to fill you up, give you a baby? you’d be such a pretty mommy.” tonowari sighs, ramming into you. reaching down between your legs, he pressed down on your lower tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock as he fucked you. “right here, pretty. m’gonna put my baby inside.”

mewling around jake’s cock in an attempt to reply, feeling so full when he pressed at your stomach, you couldn’t stop the hard orgasm that washed over you, brain going blank with shaky legs. “jake, she’s cummin all over my cock” tonowari boasted with a grin, looking down at where you and him connected; your slick shining his balls and slathered all over his thick thighs.

not forgotten, jake gripped your head with both of his hands, frantically thrusting into your mouth as he pursued his own orgasm. retracting his hips quickly, he groaned loudly pumping his length, watching thick ropes of his white cum spurt onto your face. you closed your eyes with a scrunched face, his hot semen dripping down your forehead. “she looks so fuckin hot. fuck a baby, she looks so much prettier covered in our cum” jake pants, catching his breath as his high slowly came down. “just love being covered in our sticky cum, ain’t that right you slut?”

babbling incoherently as tonowari continued to slam into you, chasing his own release, you reached out in front of you grabbing at jake’s hand. “please, please! wan’ it so bad.” you lovingly blinked up at jake with lust filled eyes, he wiped your brow with a chuckle, making sure none of his cum got in your eyes.

“fuck.” was all tonowari grunted as he pulled out of your tight cunt, his cock spewing globs on his cum onto your back. he dropped his head, breathing heavily, stroking himself to milk more semen from his quivering balls.

“hm. white is a good color on you”

#.ೃ࿐ 𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-#jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully smut #tonowari #tonowari x reader #tonowari x reader smut #tonowari smut #avatar #avatar the way of the water #atwow #smut #avatar 2 #i actually drooled writing this #also like threesomes are hard to write #smut is just hard to write tbh #MOOTIES GIVE ME FEEDBACK!

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teyamsatan · 11 months

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dilf jake sully's biggest kinks?

argh, people sending me anything jake related??? immediately h word alert thinking about it ok let's see bb

i feel like this man has so many kinks, but that might be just me projecting all my kinks onto the most dilf man i've ever seen in my life. i only chose a few, cause othrwise i'd be writing a whole ass thesis and getting my phd on why dilf! jake sully can break my back and step on me and i'd thank him for it. anyway, here's my top contenders:

(🔞 smut under the cut)

dacryphilia/overstimulation

dilf!jake loves it when you cry. he gets off on seeing your puffy face as he sinks into your warm, sopping cunt, whimpering something or other about "'s too much, can't come anymore, daddy". he'd chuckle, a low, sonorous sound escaping his chest, bringing one of his hands up and gently removing your tears before they reach soft cartilage of your ears. his fat tip kisses your cervix as he bottoms out in you, burying his teeth in the flesh of your shoulder to muffle his own moans threatening to escape at how good you feel squeezing him. "come on, princess. one more f'r me, i know you have it in ya. come on daddy's cock and then i'll fill you up, how's that sound, huh?"

somnophilia

being olo'eyktan, dilf!jake finds himself in a... sticky situation at least weekly as he comes to your shared tent in the middle of the night yet again, kept against his will in meeting after meeting after meeting, when all he can think about is you, and how you're most likely sleeping peacefully, your naked body glistening under the light emanating from the plants surrounding you, peaking through the weaves of the marui. he can't help the way his digits fist around his throbbing cock at your sight, always better than even his best dreams, pumping himself vigorously as he stalks towards you, kneeling in between your legs, wasting no time as his tongue starts lapping at your dripping folds, nearly coming apart at the seams at the way even in your sleep, you can't help exhale breathy moans of "daddy, please. need'ya in me, daddy!" "always so needy for daddy's cock, you dream about it, huh, babygirl?"

daddy kink/breeding kink

there's nothing that makes dilf!jake want to fuck you senseless more than one little word. just one word, coming out your perfect, fuckable mouth: daddy. "say it again, kid." his pace is ruthless as he has you on all fours, fingers wrapped around your braided hair and the other on your hips, pulling your body back as he's slamming into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs with every thrust. "d-daddy, daddy, daddy!" "that's right, kid. daddy's gonna take good care of you. gonna come in this tight little pussy. gonna put another baby in you, huh?" you try to nod or say yes, but all that comes out are blabbered mewls as Jake's cock bruises your cervix, one hand reaching around to circle your clit in the way he knows will have you squirting all around him, your slick and cum dripping down his balls and thighs, mixing with his seed that he fucks back into you, using his length as a plug to make sure nothing gets wasted. "...d-daddy..." "that's right, kid. taking my cum like the good girl you are."

i might do a part 2 cause i feel like i've missed some important kinks that i'd like to... explore ;)

arghhh i need him, i need him so badly, i need him entirely, wholly, substantially, exceedingly,...

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dreamywriter143 · 10 months

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My Dearly Detested

Status: Part Three (7 part Mini-Series, 3/7)

Genre: Enemies to Lover troupe, Angst, Rude Neteyam, Comforting Lo’ak, some fluff, Romance, violence.

Warnings: Depictions of blood, Battles and cursing. Rude Neteyam😭. Reader is older then Neteyam by 1year.

Parings: Neteyam X Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Neteyam hates Y/n. He never liked how she always bested him in everything and never once sought the praises he was accustomed to. She had no one, yet she had everyone in the palm of her hand. He despised her, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The but happens when the RDA threat comes and Jake tasks her with watching his sons? Neteyam can’t help but grow a newfound hatred.

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I hope ya'll enjoy!

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Y/n’s Ikran lands beside Lo’ak’s Ikran with a screech of alarm, occasionally glancing back at her rider out of concern.

The entire ride back to the base she was able to feel her rider's pain through Tsaheylu. She was able to feel her suffering and the numbness that spread throughout her. Y/n bites her lips harshly to hold back a whimper, her hand shakily reaching out to rub her Ikran in reassurance as she quickly disconnects her kuru.

She hops down from her Ikran, who nudges her head against her shaking body to help her stand. “Thank you” Y/n whispers, clenching her hands into fists to ignore the pain.

She rounds her companion stopping in her tracks as her legs wobble beneath her. Her eyes trace over to where Jake stood in front of his sons and mate, Tuk hugging her mother tightly as Kiri worriedly assessed the damage on her brother.

Y/n quietly trudges towards the group, her ears pinned against her head realizing the lecture she would be in for. She had disobeyed orders just like his sons, she was on the same boat as them.

Y/n catches how Neteyam shifted uncomfortably, and how he blinked rapidly as if to keep himself from crying.

“You're supposed to be spotters, you spot boogies and call ‘em in-from a distance! Does any of this sound familiar-get here!” Jake roars with anger, gesturing for Lo’ak to step closer. His eyes stop momentarily on Y/n, his nostrils flaring in anger. Turning back to his sons he shakes his head in disappointment.

“Jesus I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders!”

Y/n looks over at Kiri who examines her brother in worry. The stinging feeling of fear settling deep within her stomach. She felt her heart sink as she noticed the traces of blood over his chest, her fault for not taking care of him. For not protecting the sons of her leader.

“Kiri, can you help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?”

Kiri reluctantly turns her attention to her father, “My brother is wounded”

Seeing Jake grow more impatient, Neteyam raises his hand in a stopping motion, his eyes still trained on the ground below him. “It's fine” Neteyam whispers, stepping away from his sister who sighs in reluctance.

“Babygirl please. Tuk go with her, go”

Kiri huffs, pulling away from her brother to head for her grandmother's tent.

Neteyam lifts his head to face his father, noting movement from his peripheral he takes note of how Y/n had joined them. Her stance wobbled as she stood near Lo’ak. He bites down the hiss that threatened to break through knowing she was getting an up close and personal view of him getting chewed up by his father. How humiliating.

“Dad-sir, I take full responsibility” Neteyam turns his attention back to his father, ignoring her gaze that he felt hot against his skin. Lo’ak who was beside Y/n turns to face her, his face contorting to look of concern seeing her face look pale as she limped to stand by his side.

“Yea you do, that's right. ‘Cause you're the older brother you gotta act like it.” Jake growls, his mate stepping forward to intervene. Neytiri stares deep into her mate, her eyes holding great disappointment, she opens her mouth to speak only to be caught off by another.

Feeling a bit of courage Y/n speaks up, her voice small compared to her leader's booming tone.

“S-sir your son is bleeding” She says softly, her concern for the male outweighing her own pain at the moment. As much as Neteyam irked her, she couldn't help but worry.

At the sound of her voice the family turns to face her, Jake glaring into her tiny figure as Neytiri and Lo’ak both scrunched their eyes in concern. She didn't look well, she could barely stand properly, and Neteyam had also taken notice. His tail flicked behind him in alert, his heart dropping when he caught how her breaths came out ragged

“And you? I gave you a task, an important mission to fight alongside Neytiri and you blew it! You disobeyed my orders and left her alone-”

“Ma’Jake” Neytiri interjects her tone dangerously low. She felt worry pang through her as she gazed at the girl in front of her.

“-What if she had gotten hurt? Huh? The point of you being there was to assist her! if you stayed at your post you could have spotted the enemy ships…. I had higher expectations for you Y/n. You've disappointed me today”

“I’m-m s-sorry sir…”

Y/n looks down, blinking rapidly to suppress her tears as well as clear eyes of the black splotches that invaded her vision. Neytiri hisses at Jake, her tail swishing behind her stiffly.

Neteyam took a tiny step forward, his heart hammering against his chest. He thought watching his father belittle Y/n would bring a sense of happiness or accomplishment through him but it did the opposite.

He felt the need to shield her from his father's eyes as she looked down at the ground, her head hung low. His eyes trail down her form, eyes blowing wide when he catches the sight of crimson that nearly stops his heart.

“Ma’Jake, what she-”

“Y/n?” Lo’ak calls in alarm, stepping closer to the wobbly girl in concern . At his tone Jake's eyes soften looking over at Y/n. He feels color drain from his face as he notices the metal piece lodged into her thigh.

A gasp escapes Neytiri as she stares at her in horror, and the pool of blood that surrounds her.

It's as if Neteyam lost control over his body for a moment when he had registered where the blood was coming from, his legs carrying him towards her with no regard to his own injuries.

“M’sorry” Y/n mumbles, her body losing all strength as her vision blacks out. She goes limp falling towards the floor. The only thing she remembered before she was sucked into the abyss was a warm pair of strong arms catching her just in time, and a sound of someone calling for her with urgency.

“Y/n!!!”

~~~~~~~~

Y/n groans, her eyes fluttering as she tries to adjust to the dimly candlelit room. She frantically looks around as the previous day's events flash across her mind.

“Y/n” Tarsem’s soft voice calls, causing her eyes to snap to him. Y/n first notices that she is in the comfort of the Tsahik’s medical tent, surrounded with helpful gear and tools Mo’at would use for healing.

“T-Tarsem?” Y/n croaks, the pain from her leg stinging like crazy. She glanced down to her bandaged up thigh, the pain had subsided greatly but she was still able to feel it. Especially the numbness around the thigh rendering her immobile.

Tarsem rushes to her side, kneeling beside her with his eyes creased in concern. Y/n tries to sit up to which he gently pushes her back into the comfort of the cot she laid upon.

“W-what happ-”

A violent fit of coughs racked her body, her throat feeling dry as she tried to speak. Tarsem pulls her up half way, bringing a cup of water to her lips which she greedily gulps down. Her breath heaving as she tried to compose herself,

“What happened?” Y/n asks as she was able to settle down, with his aid she was able to sit up, her hand reaching down to gingerly trace over the heavily bandaged wound. Her eyes dance over to the bowls that were set up beside her, rags filled with blood placed in the bowls of water, staining the blue water crimson.

“You fainted due to blood loss. The injury-the wound was terribly deep. You’ve bleed so much you…you could have died!” Tarsem winces through clenched teeth, his hands forming fists by his side. Now that Y/n was sitting up right and up to his level she was able to see the tears stain along his cheeks.

“H-how long was I out for?” Y/n whispers, noting how it was only Tarsem by her side. She cursed herself for feeling a bit saddened that Neteyam wasn't present, but who was she kidding? She knew he hated her, but why did her heart want him there?

“Two days. Mo’at wasn’t sure if you’d wake. Your wound kept bleeding and she had to change your dressings many time” he informs, making Y/n wince at the news.

“That must have been awful, I’m ashamed to have put that much burden on her” Y/n mumbles to herself. Tarsem’s eyes snap to her face, his soft eyes squinting in anger.

“Are you kidding? You are worried about Mo’at taking care of you and not over that fact you almost died Y/n? What the hell were you thinking coming onto the battlefield like that?” Tarsem growls, his brotherly instincts taking flight as he keeps glancing at the bandaged wound.

“I had to! Lo’ak and N-Neteyam were there. You know it’s our duty to-“

“No! It’s my duty! I should have done something about it. I shouldn’t have given Lo’ak that gun in the heat of the raid. If I had been more alert you wouldn’t…you wouldn’t have..” Tarsem chokes on his words.

He felt responsible for Y/n, always has. The moment she started living with his family, he knew she would become the sister he never had. When she wanted to become a warrior like him he had mixed feelings, a part of him was ecstatic to have such a devoted student. The other half was afraid of having his baby sister out there in danger.

He knew the consequences of making her a warrior, but when Y/n stressed how she wanted to respect her departed parents by becoming a strong warrior, he knew he had no room to argue.

“Tarsem, it’s not your fault” Y/n says sternly, her voice trembling under the weight of her current state. Tarsem shakes his head. It was his fault, he felt it. This wasn't becoming of him as a future powerful warrior to serve the Olo’eyktan. Mistakes were made he would make sure it would never happen again. He would protect what was important to him.

Some rustling outside the tent caused the two to turn towards the entrance. Lo’ak’s head pops into the tent, his eyes widened with happiness seeing Y/n awake and alert. He quickly rushes in followed by Kiri who is carrying a basket filled with herbs.

“Y/n, you're awake!!” Lo’ak exclaimed, he crouches down to her level, his hand reaching out to carefully stoke her cheeks. He desperately wanted to pull her in for a hug, but the guilt in his heart prevented him from doing so.

“I’m fine! I’m not that fragile, guys” Y/n teases, Kiri takes a seat on the other side to inspect her wound. She smiles to herself noticing how the blood didn’t seep through the new bandage. Proving her prayers had been answered.

“Y/n” Lo’ak calls softly, retracting his hand a to sit cross legged on the cool floor. His ears folded against his head, his tail twitching nervously knowing Tarsem was watching him like a hawk.

“I’m sorry for…everything. Neteyam wouldn’t have come after me if I didn’t disobey orders and you wouldn't have gotten involved. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt saving Neteyam,”

Y/n flushes dark purple at his words.

“H-how” Y/n stammers, her bashful eyes landing on each Na’vi who nods.

“Yes, mom saw you from the air. She saw how you put yourself in harm's way as the bomb went off. You saved Neteyam.” Kiri informs, grinding some of the herbs she had bought with her, Y/n nods, forcing a smile. She couldn’t help but wonder if Neteyam knew.

“Neteyam knows” Tarsem says quietly, making the blush on Y/n face worsen and the knot in her stomach grow. Not only did the Na’vi who hated her guts, got lectured by his father but he also knew Y/n saved him. How mortifying. Y/n sighs knowing that this would only strength his hatred towards her,

“Don’t worry about it Lo’ak. What matters is that we’re all fine and that you learned from your actions . Best not repeat them, yea?” Y/n says softly, making Lo’ak smile in appreciation.

“I won’t!”

“Good, now can you please get out, you skxawng! I need to asses her!” Kiri butts in with an unimpressed roll of her eyes. Lo’ak chuckles before placing his hand over Y/n’s resting hand over her lap, giving it a light squeeze he quickly walks out to let Kiri do what she came here to do.

“I’m glad you ok” Kiri whispers, adding the herb paste into some water, Y/n slightly cringed at the bitter smell that engulfs her senses as she passes over the cup which she reluctantly accepts.

“Thank you and Mo’at for helping me. It was stupid of me for being so careless” Y/n chuckles, her eyes landing on Tarsem who still paced around in the tent. She looks back at Kiri who acknowledges how odd Tarsem had been acting.

“Let him be, he has been worried sick over you the past few days” Kiri whispers, noting how Y/n slightly furrowed her eyebrows as she recalled the words Tarsem had sent her way before the Sully siblings arrived.

‘He was worried, he even blamed himself’

“Y/n” Tarsem calls, coming to a halt.

“Yes?”

“For the next few weeks you’ll be land bound no more flying until you’re fully healed-“

“Bu-“

“No buts! It’s Tsahik’s orders. Right Kiri?” Tarsem glances over at Kiri who agrees enthusiastically at his words. Y/n groans in annoyance, taking a sip of the bitter liquid Kiri had supplied to her, a disgusted shiver going down her spine.

“I’ll let mother and father know that your awake. In the meantime rest, I’m being serious. If I see you out of this tent, there'll be consequences ” Tarsem hisses the last part, his tail thumping behind him to convey how serious he words were.

“Yes, I understand” Y/n murmurs, her ears folding in defeat. Seeming happy with the response Tarsem nods to Kiri before quickly exiting the tent.

“Don’t worry, he is just acting like that out of love” Kiri whispers, seeing the firsturated look on Y/n.

“I know….I just feel useless not being able to do anything”

“We’ll, get used to it. Mo’at knows how stubborn you are, she’s going to have someone in this tent over the course of the night to watch over you. Make sure you don’t…escape”

Y/n hums, glaring at the remaining medicine in her cup. Letting out one sigh of defeat she drowns the entire drink in one go, gagging as the thick liquid travels down her throat.

“H-how’s Neteyam?” Y/n asks after a while. Sticking out her tongue in disgust at the taste of the medicine.

Kiri frowns at her words. Cleaning up her equipment she brought with her. “He’s ok, Mo’at was able to treat him right away after he was able to catch you-“

Y/n flushes in embarasembt at her words.

“But other than that, he hasn't come by once to check if you’re ok.”

‘Well….that’s not a surprise’

~~~~~~~~~

Over the past couple of days Y/n’s days mull together as her boredom reaches a new high.

With a constant eye on her she was unable to escape the tent under any circumstances, much to her dismay.

During the day Mo’at would be in the tent tending to warriors while watching over her, and overnight Y/n would be under the watchful eye of either Kiri, Lo’ak or Tarsem’s parents. They would always alternate but not once didn’t Neteyam step into the tent.

A couple of hours after she woke up, Jake and Neytiri rushed into the tent. Jake expressed how furious he was over Y/n when she disobeyed orders but he stressed how he was glad that she was safe. Neytiri didn’t let go of Y/n’s hand the entire time she was by her side. Thanking her for protecting her son.

Kiri and Tuk were the best company Y/n had, they always kept her busy with engaging conversations not related to her injury so she didn’t have time to sulk over it.

Lo’ak was also great company but his constant stories of what he was able to do in his free time now that he was grounded from flying, only made the older female Na’vi feel envious each time.

And despite loving Tarsem, Y/n disliked when he was in charge of her the most. He seemed to worry over her more then his parents. Always blaming himself despite what Y/n assured of him. The man tortured himself with his regrets. Never seeming to want to live it down.

“Drink this, and don’t think of getting Lo’ak to throw it out for you. I’ll figure it out and I’ll double your dosage for next time” Mo’at threatened, placing the cup by her bed. Y/n forces a smile, her stomach dropping at the threat that held malice.

After the current day Mo’at was getting ready to leave for the comfort of her own tent.

“Don’t worry, I’ll finish it. I want to be able to leave as soon as possible” Y/n says softly, glaring at the green liquid that seemed to taste worse day by day.

“Good” Mo’at grumbles before heading out and leaving her alone.

The tent falls silent with the occasional sound of the wind hitting the chimes placed above the entrance, Y/n shuffles herself around for a comfortable position, not bothering to look up when the entrance ruffles, indicating that someone must have come inside.

“Hi Lo’ak, I’m sorry for-“

Y/n freezes once her eyes land on yellow orbs that stare into her own. She felt tiny under the gaze, the Na’vi’s posture stiff as he closed the entrance behind him. Y/n gulps in slight fear, looking down to her clasped hand that began to sweat.

“Y/n” Neteyam calls sternly, stepping closer to her.

Y/n chooses not to look up, waiting for him to speak again. After recalling that Neteyam knew about her going out of her own way to protect him Y/n was glad he didn’t make the effort to visit her. And now that she was alone with him she felt her stomach churn.

“Why….why did you save me?” Neteyam asks gruffly, causing the smaller girl to flinch.

After moistening her lips she peers up slightly. Her lips part as she tried to find her voice, clearing her throat in the process.

“I don’t know what you mean. The explosion was so severe that we ran into one another” Y/n didn’t know why she thought of lying, maybe it was the embarrassment she felt or the way Neteyam clenched his jaw in anger.

“Y/n I’m not stupid. I was there, I felt you go out of your way to cover me. I don’t need anyone to tell me when I was aware the whole time”

“It was in the heat of the moment”

“You always do this!”

Y/n furrows her eyes at his raised voice, his veins on his neck protruding out due to his anger. Y/n found it harder to respond to him as she watched him sigh out, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“You always go out of your way for others putting yourself in danger. Does it please you to feel superior? Do you like feeling like a hero?”

Y/n flares her nostrils at his words, her eyes twitching in anger.

“What the hell Neteyam?! I do what I must for my clan. For my people…for my leader. I don’t do it for glory or fame. Like you” Y/n seethes, her fangs poking against her mouth. Neteyam’s eyes glow in anger in the dimly lit room. His own fangs breaking through with a hiss in response.

“Hah, well, it doesn’t seem like it when you are always praised for your actions.” Neteyam laughs dryly.

Y/n’s ears fold against her head, cursing at herself for even worrying for a boy like him who couldn’t get his head out of his ass due to his ego.

“I’m done with this conversation. I’m sorry I saved you, I’ll make sure no one acknowledges what I’ve done-“

“That’s besides the point!!”

Neteyam paces around the tent, his steps carrying him closer and closer towards the entrance.

“You….you”

Neteyam’s back faces her when he comes to a halt, heaved gasps of anger escaping through him as he recalls something of the past.

~Flashback~

“Wow you’re so cool Y/n!”

Y/n smirks triumphantly as her finger working over the arrow head she was busy carving at the moment. Neteyam sat in front of her, his eyes drinking in the way her finger worked tirelessly against the sharp edge, sharpening it with precision. Great precision for a 10 year old.

“Really? Thanks! Tarsem taught me, you'll learn soon enough and I’m sure you will be better than me!” Y/n encourages which only widens Neteyam’s smile. His eyes shine with admiration as he glances between the girl and the arrow.

For as long as he could remember Y/n was always a part of their clan, always wandering around and trying to learn something new everyday. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her carefree yet strong spirit. He wanted to be like her, as a 9 year old, Y/n looked like a perfect idol for him. Other than his father and Tarsem who had been the hot topic amongst the clan for a while now.

“You think? You’ll help me, right?” Neteyam asks, his eyes gleaming with hope. Y/n chuckles, turning up to meet his eyes. He felt his heart rate quicken, he felt his stomach erupt with a fluttery feeling as they looked into each other's eyes. She was the prettiest female Na’vi he had ever seen, and seeing her in such a light only made him feel this weird feeling more and more as days progressed.

“Of course! But I don't know everything. You’ll have to ask Tarsem.” Yn says making Neteyam frown.

“No! I only want to be taught by-”

“OW!”

Neteyam flinches at the sound of Y/n yelping in pain, his eyes widened, his breath hitched in fear at the sight of crimson dripping onto the forest floor. Y/n clutches her finger, shakily clutching the wound tightly. It wasn't a large cut, but it was deep enough for blood to come pouring out, scaring the poor boy.

“Y/n!!”

Neteyam reaches out to clutch her hand, fear and worry blinding him. Just as his fingers brush against her she quickly pulls away, evading him while smiling nervously.

“I'm fine! It's fine! I'll just go the Mo’at to get patched up!” She says reassuringly, making Neteyam frown at her words.

“Let me see it, how bad is it? Neteyam asks, his voice shaky, he reaches out again only for Y/n to stand up, him following her mom even in confusion.

“Neteyam it's fine, really. You of all people should not worry over a minor cut! It nothing”

“What do you mean? Why can’t I worry over you?”

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, taking a step away from Neteyam who watches her with furrowed eyes.

“Because you are like my baby brother. How would I feel if I let my baby brother worry about me?!”

Neteyam’s ears flatten against her head. He didn't know why but the term ‘Baby brother’ sent a sickening feeling through his gut. He didn't like it, not one bit.

“Baby brother? You see me as a baby brother? What's that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon Neteyam, you're younger than me. And I should be looking after you! Not the other way around dummy!” Neteyam’s head dropped at her words.

The first feeling Neteyam felt surge through him was anger, the feeling of being incompetent sitting deep with his tiny form.

Was this her way of saying he wasn't worthy of her? That he wasn’t good enough for her? That she didn’t believe he could protect her?

“Is…that all I’ll ever be to you? A ‘Baby Brother’ who has to be protected by…you??”

“Is that wrong?”

~Flashback end~

“You've always been like this” Neteyam whispers , his back still facing Y/n as she fiddles around with the cloth draped over her legs to prove warmth. Feeling confusion ring inside her as she clears her throat.

“What?”

“You've always been like this. You always acted like it was you against the world, you never wanted anyone's help or anyone to care for you. You made me feel….you made others feel useless…”

“Neteyam. I don't know what you mean?”

Neteyam laughs dryly, still refusing to turn around and face her. The way he clenched his hands into fists, his veins protruding along his arms in anger didn't go unnoticed by Y/n who gulped nervously.

“Nothing, forget it. It doesn’t matter to you how anyone feels as long as you are covered. And that…makes you the most selfish person in the room”

~~~~~~~~~

Y/n couldn’t seem to get the argument she had with Neteyam over her head for the next couple of days. After that day he never came around again and Y/n tried not to focus on that. She didn’t know why he became so cryptic near the end but the fear from his words stung deep making her question herself.

“So that’s why I be late, is that ok?” Lo’ak says, tilting his head as he waited for Y/n’s response.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said Spider and I have an adventure planned in the afternoon tomorrow. I might be late coming in tomorrow,”

Today Y/n had finally gotten some good news regarding her injury. It has healed splendidly, but Mo’at still wanted her in bed rest for the next few days for observation.

“Just you and Spider? Where will you be going?”

“I don’t know, we’re going to do some tracking” Lo’ak says nonchalantly. Y/n frowns, something in her stomach didn’t sit right at his plan.

“Lo’ak, I’m dying of boredom just by sitting here all day. Can I come with?”

Lo’ak smirks, his eyes lighting up at her rebellious words.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Netayams scowl didn’t leave his lips as he rode beside his parents. Though he got all the duties Y/n had prior to her injury that left her bed bound, none of it made him any happier.

He didn’t get anything out of accomplishment , only due to the fact she wasn't here to do them herself. And she was in her current state due to him, it sent a bitter taste along his tongue the more he thought of it.

The com around his neck buzzes to life as Lo’ak whispers on the other side. Neteyam internally frowns as he listens into what Lo’ak informs, his father answering back gruffly. He knew that Lo’ak would disobey rules and venture out to the old shack. So typical of him to get bored just to do the very thing they were warned about.

“Who’s we?”

Neteyam listens carefully, his eyes scrunching with worry for his family.

“Me, Spider, Kiri, Tuk…and Y/n”

Neteyam felt his heart drop, his mind drawing blanks. There were avatar soldiers near them and Lo’ak had their baby sister tag along with them. That alone got his blood to run cold, what caused his heart to beat painfully was the thought that Y/n, who was still very much injured, was also with them.

The girl Neteyam hated seeing hurt.

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A/N: I’m so sorry for the delay! I hope you guys enjoy and Breathing Pt3 will be out soon!

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Reader being a brat to Bob, Bradley and Jake and making them jealous, so they fuck the brat out of her but it's to much and she uses the safe word and they instantly become sweet and caring and take care of her

A/n: I'm not going to show her being a brat. I struggle with that because I'm someone who doesn't really do that stuff.

Title: Calling Red

Pairings: Hangman x Bob x Rooster x F! Reader

Warnings: Using of safe word (color system here), some sex in the beginning. 18+ only. Minors DNI

Jake pinned your wrists to the bed as he slammed into you. "You wanted to run your mouth today? Wanted to wind us all up until we fucked your brains out? You succeed," he smirked. "But can you take it?" He cooed.

As he did this, Bob and Bradley were touching you everywhere to make you feel more sensitive. You felt yourself dropping in a bad way and your chest felt tight, a couple tears begin to form, "Red!" You called suddenly.

Everything stopped immediately, Bob was already grabbing their boxers to cover up, Jake was pulling you against him as you shook, Bradley covering you with a blanket.

Tears were pouring down your cheeks as you cried, trying to hide your face in Jake's neck as he rocked you.

It was all too much today, being pinned down and being told you couldn't take it just set you over the edge. All day you had a rough day and normally getting them to take away any responsibility from you helped. But after being a 'brat' to get there, something in your head switched and you just couldn't today.

"M' sorry," you whimpered, repeating yourself over and over and you cried. "Shh, it's okay baby... So proud of you, you did so good," Jake whispered into your hair as he rocked you. "It's okay, you did the right thing. Bradley, Bobby, and I are so proud, right?" He said, glancing at the two. Bob kissed your temple, "Extremely, you did what you were supposed to babygirl," he cooed. "Yes, you did. You did what you were supposed to when you feel that way. Now, let us take care of you, okay?" He whispered.

As he stood up, you whined and reached for him. "I'm just getting a bath ready, okay? We're all gonna take a nice bath," he smiled at you. You nodded and just curled into Jake closer some how.

It wasn't long until you could smell the lavander from your bedroom. "It's ready!" Bradley called, peaking his head out the door.

Before you could even stand up, Jake was scooping you up and carrying you to the bathroom. You could see the guilt on his face now that you were thinking a little more clear. "It's not your faul, Jake. I pushed for it today but couldn't do it, don't blame yourself" you whispered, touching his cheek. He smiled at you, "How about we both stop blaming ourselves then?" He asked. You nodded, "That sounds good to me," you murmured.

A little later, you were in the bath with them, leaning against Jake's chest as he ran a warm cloth over your skin. Bob and Bradley were right there with you, talking softly to you. As they did, you felt yourself relaxing, "I'm going to get out and change the sheets and blankets. Then I'm getting the towels warm and your clothes warm baby" Bob told you softly, walking you through everything. "Okay, thank you Bob" you whispered. You were awarded with a big smile and you gave one back.

Not all the time could you three be touching, especially in these situations, but you all always found a way to help.

Later you were laying on Bradley's chest, Bob and Jake snuggled into your sides. They made you continue to feel safe even hours after the scene. You were truly loved and cared for.

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Rough

-- It feels weird to be posting the Church Jake fic and then turn around and post the filthy thots I have been thinking about but they needed to get out of my brain

TW. NSFW, MINORS LEAVE NOW. P in v sex, spitting, dumbification

Taglist: @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1999 --

You had flirted with Rooster all night, laying it nice and thick to catch Jake’s attention. At first it didn't seem to work. He played pool and barely looked at you, too concentrated on beating Coyote for the sixth time that week, but right when Bradshaw had been about to ask you to go home with him Jake had appeared behind you under the guise of asking what you both wanted to drink. He had inconspicuously slipped a finger or two between your thighs, gently grazing them against your clothed core and pinched your ass so hard you had had to bite back tears.

Bradshaw had all but forgotten about you then, and Jake had taken his time finishing his beer and his game before coming to talk to you. He was pulling you towards his truck not even a minute later, making sure no one saw the two of you walking out.

He had driven you home in silence, slapping your hand away from his thigh whenever you tried to touch him and shooting you a glare in the process. He had kept quiet when you unlocked your door and even when you bent down, careful to hit your ass against his crotch as removed your shoes.

It was only when you walked into your bedroom that he had said something to you. He had threatened and screamed and you had practically been drooling in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Hangman was hot when he was angry. You knew he wasn’t really mad at you, more amused at how desperate you got for his touch, his attention, his cock but nice enough to at least pretend to be pissed simply because he knew it turned you on.

But when you said, “Go on, Jake. Ruin me for other men”, his whole demeanour changed.

That was all you needed to say to turn him truly, genuinely, wild. He crashed his lips into yours and practically forced his tongue inside your mouth. He tapped your side and you jumped up, entangling your legs behind his hips.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and gently pulled. Jake moaned into the kiss. You pulled his head back a little to expose his neck, a thin film of saliva dangled from your mouths which Jake broke by licking his lips. Panting, you nibbled at the flesh of his neck. He pushed you back

“No marks, baby, you know that” He breathed, looking straight into your eyes with a stern look that made you roll your hips into his. He moaned again.

Before hooking up with Jake, you would never have imagined him to be the kind of guy to dissolve into a mess of moans, groans and whimpers at the drop of a hat, but he had pleasantly surprised you. It had taken a while to get him to relax enough to hear those pretty sounds but after your third time together, and a phenomenal blowjob on your part, Jake had gotten over his complex pretty fast.

He pinned you against a wall, the coldness of it making you wince, while he fumbled to remove his belt and lower his trousers with only his left hand. Jake didn’t bother asking you to undress, once his member was free, he merely pulled your panties to the side and dragged his throbbing member around til it was slick with your wetness. Unable to wait, he sank the tip into your pussy, both of you whimpered. His left hand moved up to your face, caressing your cheek. His thumb grazed over your lips.

“Are you okay?” You asked, he had only ever been gentle with you a couple of times. Both times at your request.

“Yeah” He breathed “I could do this for the rest of my life”

Before you could say anything in response, he slowly filled you with his length.

He practically breathed a sigh of relief, “I could fuck this pretty little pussy for the rest of my life babygirl” he groaned, his head hitting the wall behind him as he lost himself in the feeling. Your hands instinctively found his shoulders. The no marks rule all but forgotten, you dug your manicured fingers into his back as soon as he started to gently pull his cock out.

Your orgasm was slowly building up but just as things were really starting to feel good, he pulled out and put you down. He practically shoved you towards the bed. Not that you minded, you and Jake had done this dance enough times that he knew you liked it rough and fast, and he didn’t mind one bit. Slow and sensual was nice, there was just something about the way you whimpered, begged and sometimes even cried that had him going feral.

You opened your mouth as wide as you could, your tongue sticking out so far it touched your chin and waited expectantly. Jake received the message loud and clear. He grabbed you by the throat and spat in your mouth before turning you around to press your face against the mattress. His hand descended upon your ass cheek with a loud smack and a searing pain that made you beg for more.

“Such a fucking whore” He mumbled

“Lie down” He ordered.

Eager to obey, you wasted no time in doing what he wanted. In one swift motion, he buried himself into you til his hips were flush with yours, stretching you out and filling you to the brim. You should have been used to the feeling by now. This was not new to either of you, and yet, the feeling of his rapid thrusts, purposefully not allowing you time to adjust always had the same effect on you. You let out a strangled scream.

“Shut up” Jake groaned, he moved his hand from your neck to your jaw, forcing his fingers inside your mouth to quieten you as he bottomed out inside you. His thrusts did not grow gentler or slower as he moved you along towards your orgasm and soon you felt yourself hitting a high. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and your body, unable to process the wave of pure pleasure washing over you, went limp under Jake’s touch.

“Fuck yes, babygirl” He moaned, the feeling of you tightening around his cock making him thrust himself into you faster and more forcefully, as you rode through your orgasm.

“Did that feel good baby? Did I make you feel good?”

He spanked you again when he received no response

“If you don’t answer I will stop,” He said. You could almost see the frown on his face.

You let out a mumble of nonsense, your brain too fried to say anything coherent

He let out a breathless little laugh “Did I fuck you stupid, Gorgeous?”

“Fuck babygirl that’s so hot” Jake mumbled, picking up the speed as he bottomed out of you a few more times.

He thrust himself into you one last time before pulling out of you, grabbing your hair and moving you so he could shove himself into your mouth. He bobbed your head up and down his cock a few times before releasing his cum against the wall of your throat with a loud moan.

With legs shaking too hard to move, Jake fell down on the bed next to you. He said nothing for a second.

“I think I’m addicted to this shit”

“Huh?” You asked, your brain rebooting itself too slowly to allow you to speak in full sentences yet.

“You heard me. I’m addicted to this shit.” He groaned, flipping himself on his side to match you “I’m addicted to you pretty fucking pussy and how tight it feels around me. How good it feels when I fuck you so hard that you cry --”

You could sense what came next even before he sank his teeth into your shoulder and guided his cock inside you again. The hand that wasn’t holding him up snaked around your waist to find your clit.

“So, I’m only going to ask once. Please let me fuck your pretty little pussy for the rest of my life” He continued, his expert fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive spot and his hips lazily fucking you back into stupidity.

“And if I say no” You managed to mutter. He pulled himself forward so his chest touched your back and his head rested against your hair.

Jake smiled against the back of your head, “If you say no, I will walk out of your apartment, right now. I will leave your pretty pussy to clench around nothing”

The knot in your stomach only got tighter at his words and you felt yourself rapidly advancing towards your second orgasm. Jake’s fingers suddenly left your clit, only to come down again a second later in a sharp smack. The flash of pain and pleasure his slap caused made the knot in your stomach snap.

“Yes. Yes, oh fuck yes, Jake!” You screamed as your orgasm washed over you.

“Good girl.” Jake replied through gritted teeth, snapping his hips deep into you as he prepared you for another high.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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I Will Be Yours

Part two

Series masterlist

Where it becomes known that you and Jake are mated

Warnings: arguing with parents, I suppose. Definitely fluff this time. Feelings of not being enough? Is that a thing? Jake Sully being an absolute heartthrob. Maybe smut? Scratch that, definitely smut. Also, voyeurism. Alright, here we go.

It was reverent, the way he watched you. Intent. Careful. Borderline obsessive. And you could feel it; that gaze, burning into the side of your face, following your every move, every expression, every breath. He was watching you.

Jakesully had been watching you, regardless of whether or not you knew. For hours, days, weeks, months—he couldn’t stop. Every time you showed up, he found his eyes drawn to you. He thought about you all the time, constantly picturing in his head the map of your skin, the shape of your body, all the tiny details he’d committed to memory. He’d imagined you in his arms, imagined you on his cock, imagined you laughing and smiling and kissing him. He’d imagined you being his for a long time.

You’d caught his eye since day one, attracted his attention and enamored him. And he’d been devastated when he found out you were betrothed to someone else.

And then there was that one day—Hearing you tell him that you didn’t want Toxtep, that you wanted a way out, had given him hope. He’d been filled by butterflies and nerves, and he’d sputtered out the offer— “And if I mated you?”

Oh, and then you’d said, “Please, Jake, mate me.”

Oh, what that phrase did to him.

You’d both returned from your little session moments before eclipse. As you reached home, you each went to your own little canopy, each curled up on your own, each in your own world. But you were both thinking of each other.

Jake can’t sleep. He can still see your eyes, blown wide with pleasure and excitement, and he can feel you under him, shaking, writhing. He can smell your arousal, he can taste it still, and his cock is quick to spring up from the memory.

He can still hear you moaning, gasping, begging. He reaches for himself, pushing the loincloth hastily away, wrapping his long fingers around his aching cock. It throbs in his hand as he remembers the way you’d grabbed it, gently, softly, and he tries to mimic the way you’d jerked him. But he can’t get it right. He tries, though.

He can feel your tongue, licking him from the base up. He closes his eyes, brings the memory to life behind his eyelids. He can see you, kissing the tip of his cock, glancing up at him with those big eyes of yours. He increases his movements, his speed, his grip grows harsher. He sucks air in through his teeth as he remembers you, laying yourself on your back on the mossy ground, spreading your legs, exposing your slick, needy cunt.

He groans quietly. He can feel your pussy, soaked and hot, throbbing as he pounded into you. His hand goes faster, harsher, desperate. “Jake,” you’d moaned. “Jake. Jake…”

“Fuck,” he huffs silently, body trembling, jaw clenching as he comes, quick and hard, his seed spewing onto his hand, sliding down his fingers. He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling sharply as his pleasure washes away. “Fuck,” he says again, gently.

He can’t stop thinking about you. And now, you’re his.

You, not unlike him, can’t stop thinking about Jake. You can still feel him inside of you, bruising your cervix with every thrust, licking and biting your neck, whispering into your ear—

Tingles rush over your body, gathering in wetness between your folds, and you turn over in your canopy, now aroused and unable to do much—your parents sleep not far away.

But the way he’d touched you, the way he’d kissed you…And those eyes. Those mesmerizing, watchful, adoring eyes. The tiny expressions across his face, the way he’d called you beautiful, it’s all seared into your mind.

You can’t sleep, neither can he, but you’re not aware of him.

Quietly, softly, you creep out of your canopy, down the tree, and begin to make your way toward a stream you know to be not far away.

The footsteps are barely audible, barely noticeable, but your scent—it reaches Jake from the ground, and he glances down to find you, sneaking away from the new Hometree. Confused, he rises from his canopy and climbs down his tree.

You wander through the forest, the ground and plants around you coming alive as your every step and every touch makes them glow. You’re breathing a little heavily, still imagining Jake inside of you, still remembering his hands on your skin, his mouth on yours…You’re too caught up in your thoughts to realize he’s following you.

You reach the stream and sit on the shore, sinking your feet into the water, watching the little creatures that swim past you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he’d said as he devoured your cunt. “You can handle it. Just a little longer, baby. You’re almost there…”

You can feel the moisture building up between your thighs, tingling and aching, begging for release. Hesitantly, shyly, you move your hand down your thigh, caressing your skin, before dipping it under your loincloth. You touch your clit, rub it like Jake did, close your eyes and think of him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” his voice echoes in your mind, hoarse, rough, full of lust.

You mewl softly, spreading your legs, leaning back on an elbow as your other hand slips down to your entrance. You push a finger inside of yourself, but it’s not the same—Jake’s fingers are rougher, larger, longer, better. Fuck, all you want is him, his mouth, his hands, his cock—all of him.

You throw your head back, eyes closed, body shuddering softly as you touch yourself.

“Your pussy is mine, pretty girl…”

“Yes,” you hum softly, replying at the memory. “Yes.”

“Say it, baby. Tell me what you need…”

“Jake,” you whine, back arching, pleasure sparking through your body as your fingers try to touch you like he did. “Jake.”

Little do you know, he’s right there. Not far from you, watching you as you touch yourself, ears perking as he hears you call his name. His cock stands to attention again, hard and eager, as he looks on.

You gasp softly, body shaking as your orgasm draws near.

He can’t look away. He’s mesmerized, eyes locked on yours, frozen in place from pleasant surprise and arousal. He knows he shouldn’t, he knows he’s invading your privacy, but fuck—how can he look away when you’re like this? When you’re bare and exposed, clearly thinking of him?

Cock throbbing, he steps out from between the bushes that hid him and approaches you as silently as he can.

Through your heavy breathing and your unchaste thoughts, you hear his footsteps and gasp, pulling your hand away from yourself and turning to him.

Your eyes meet his and he smirks, cocking his head to the side.

“What are you doing here, babygirl?” he asks, approaching, lowering himself on his haunches in front of you.

You’re at a loss for words, embarrassed, blushing, and frustrated that you didn’t get to come. Mostly, though, you’re excited—you can see the look in his eyes. The same look he’d had earlier today.

You’d closed your thighs when you’d heard him, and Jake now pushes them open, eyes quickly falling to your cunt. He licks his lips, his hand reaching for you and spreading your folds. “You’re a mess,” he informs you, chuckling. A smile blooms on his lips, cocky and dangerous. “You dirty girl.”

You shudder, pussy clenching around nothing, body aching for him.

“What are you doing out here, all alone?” he asks again, even though he knows perfectly well.

Embarrassed, you divert your gaze from his. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t sleep,” you admit.

He lifts a hand to your face, grabbing your chin in his rough fingers and forcing your eyes to look at him. “So you came here to touch yourself to me?” he questions.

Feeling your cheeks redden even more, you bite your lip and look away.

“Answer me, baby,” he says, voice stern.

“Yes,” you respond, silently.

“Louder. I can’t hear you, pretty girl,” he tells you, gripping your chin with more force so you meet his eyes again.

“Yes, I came here to touch myself…while thinking of you,” you admit, and his eyes shine, pupils dilating with lust.

“Do you want me to help you?” he offers. “Do you want me to eat you out, spread you open with my fingers and then sink my cock into you while you say my name?”

You shudder again. “Please,” you whine, nodding softly, and he grins.

“Such a dirty, pretty girl,” he whispers as he leans down, moving his mouth between your thighs, his breath fanning over your exposed, wet cunt. He licks you, cleaning your arousal, groaning as it fills his mouth and overcomes his senses.

You sigh as you lie on your back, hips grinding against his face. “Right there,” you hum as his tongue reaches your clit and traces little shapes on it.

Jake wraps his arms around your thighs before sinking his face further between them, lips sucking at your clit and then at your folds, tongue tracing your slit, slipping into you.

“Yes,” you say, eyes closing, throwing your head back.

He snakes a hand up your thigh, gathers the wetness from your folds and pushes into you. “Tell me,” he starts, kissing your thigh, “what do you want me to do to you, pretty girl?”

You gasp softly. What don’t you want him to do to you?

“I want you to-to make me come on your mouth,” you tell him between thick, eager breaths. He hums softly, kissing your clit before twisting his tongue over it again, drawing a mewl from your lips. “And then, I…I want you to teach me to touch myself.”

He groans against you, the sound reverberating through you and making you moan.

“And…and I want you to come inside me,” you add, opening your eyes, glancing down at him.

His eyes meet yours through the darkness and he bites your clit gently, only enough to shoot sparks of pleasure through your skin. He adds a second finger to your pussy, using them to spread you open as his mouth licks and sucks and nibbles at your clit. You twist and whine, body writhing under him. He curls his fingers and pushes against that spongy spot within you that makes your hips buck up against his mouth.

“There it is,” he says, voice thick and hoarse, before he continues to twist his tongue on your clit, his fingers repeatedly hitting that spot until you see stars.

“Jake,” you gasp, trembling. “Yes, Jake…”

He increases his speed and his strength, his fingers and mouth relentless as they coerce your orgasm from you. The pleasure builds within you in waves, your every nerve on edge as he continues eating and fingering you.

You moan and whine, gasp and shake as his ministrations refuse to cease. Even after your orgasm reaches you and washes over you, he keeps licking you until you’re jerking from oversensitivity.

“Please—no. Too-too much,” you gasp, and he removes his lips from your clit, his fingers sliding out of you. Still, he cleans you up with his tongue, drinking your orgasm, and you moan softly.

He grabs your hand and pulls you to sit up, your body seemingly boneless. He places a kiss on the back of your hand before moving to sit behind you, his cock flush against your lower back. He reaches around you, wrapping his arms around your waist and spreading your legs. He grabs your hands in his and guides them to your sodden cunt.

His lips are nuzzling your ear as he lowly says, “Just explore your body, baby.” His tongue runs over the sharp shell of your ear and you whine softly, leaning your head back against his shoulder. His hand moves yours to your clit, fingers covering yours as he draws circles over the bud. “Find what you like and what you don’t, what makes you wet and ready for my cock.”

His other hand uses yours to trail up your chest, under the beads, squeezing your tit, pinching your nipple.

“Just do whatever feels better for you,” he says softly, leaving your hand on your clit as his fingers trail lower and sink into your pussy. You hum softly, breathing erratic, as his digits pump in and out of you.

You spread your legs some more, your back arching as the combination of touches slowly drives you up to the edge.

“That’s it,” Jake praises, his mouth kissing the spot right under your ear. “Sink into the feeling. Let your pleasure take over, pretty girl.”

You whine gently as his fingers curl inside you and your hand continues to draw circles on your clit. Your other hand, still under Jake’s, fondles your breast and plays with your nipple.

You feel his hot lips land on your shoulder, kissing your warm skin, his tongue tracing the stripes on your body. “Next time you touch yourself, babygirl, remember this,” he tells you, voice rough with lust. “Remember my hands teaching yours to play with yourself. And then, someday, I’ll have you do it all on your own while I watch.”

You groan. “Jake,” you breathe, legs shaking, orgasm peeking over the edge.

His cock twitches against your back when you say his name, and he growls, “Can I fuck you, baby? Can I put my cock in you?”

“Yes,” you reply. “Please.”

He kisses your shoulder again, then your neck, as he pulls his fingers out. He brings them up to your mouth and snakes them between your lips so you taste yourself. You lick his fingers clean, sucking on his calloused digits so he groans behind you and his cock twitches again, desperate.

Jake turns you around so that you’re facing him, straddling his hips, his cock poking at your soaked folds. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes locked on his. He grabs your hips and lifts you up before sinking you down on his cock. You gasp softly, gently, as the feeling of fullness he offers overcomes you. He groans gently, eyes closing, ears twitching, and then he lifts your hips and pulls them down again. Slowly, he builds you up, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix with each move, your voice growing loud as you moan.

He leans his face to your chest, nuzzling against your breasts, tongue maneuvering between the beads to lick and suck at your nipples. You arch your back, pressing your tits into his face, your tail swirling around as your pleasure increases in intensity.

He bites the top of your breast, making you gasp, leaving a mark from his sharp canines. His mouth trails up, to your throat, and he marks it again, as if he hadn’t already done so this afternoon.

“I want everyone to see,” he grunts, lifting your hips and brining them down with more force and more speed. “I want everyone to see my marks on you. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want them all to know what we do when it’s just us two. I want everyone to be aware of how wet I make you, how you let me fuck you, how you let me fondle and bite you.”

You can’t reply. His hips buck up to meet yours, knocking the air from your lungs, but you think, surely they must know with how loud we’re being.

And yet, you can’t feel embarrassed. You don’t care if they can all hear you. Right now, you’re with Jake, and there’s nothing more important than that.

Your body starts to tremble, your strength almost giving out as he forces an orgasm to rock through you. But he is relentless. His pace doesn’t slow, his thrusts only grow harsher as he rushes after his own orgasm, groaning and grunting, burying his face into the crook of your neck and biting you.

“Jake,” you gasp, throwing your head back, cunt clenching around his cock as you feel another orgasm threatening to burst out of you. “Jake—”

“I know, pretty girl,” he says, voice strenuous. “I know. I’m almost done.”

You moan, thighs clenching around his hips, cunt sore, as your third orgasm rips through you, leaving you with no strength. Your mind is fuzzy, but you’re still aware of Jake and his thrusts that stutter and he groans, his warm seed filling you and dripping down your thighs as his movements slow.

He kisses your face, your cheeks, your mouth, your nose as he pulls you off him. “That’s my girl,” he praises gently, lying you on the ground beside him. “You did so well for me, baby. You made me so proud.”

He spoons you, his body curling around yours, an arm wrapping over your waist as he kisses your neck, your shoulder, your shuddering body.

Finally, you manage to fall asleep. There, in his arms, on the ground, surrounded by the sound of the stream and the feeling of Jake’s heart beating.

You wake up the next day when your parents find you.

You hear their footsteps approaching, their voices calling for you, and you jerk awake. You shake Jake out of his sleep as well, and he sits up, alarmed.

“Leyeleu,” your mother gasps as she sees you on the ground. “Leyeleu—” She cuts herself off the moment her eyes land on Jakesully. Confusion flashes in her eyes for a moment before she realizes—you can see the moment she understands what’s happened. Her face falls, her mouth opening in surprise, her ears folding backwards.

“Mother…” you start, but what can you say? There’s no denying what’s happened, no lying to her, no pretending you didn’t want this. And yet, the look on her face still wounds you. The resentment, the disgust, the disappointment…

Your father appears beside your mother and his eyes flash to you. He looks at you, at Jake, and back at you.

“What have you done?” your mother asks, frowning. You don’t reply. Instead, you exchange looks with Jake and then divert your gaze to the ground. “What have you done?!” your mother yells, baring her teeth, snarling at you. “And you,” she snaps, turning to Jake. “We welcome you into our family so you can steal our daughter from her destined mate?”

“No,” you speak, shaking your head. You stand, dusting yourself off. “This is not his fault,” you announce. “I chose him, Mother. I decided I want him.”

Your father snarls, “You have disgraced our family. You have broken your promises. You had a duty to fulfill and you failed us.”

“I never wanted any of it!” you yell, baring your teeth, as Jake stands beside you. “I never wanted Toxtep. I tried telling you, I wanted to choose someone on my own, but you wouldn’t let me!”

“Toxtep was the right choice for you,” your mother starts. “That’s why we decided you were to be his.”

“He is not the right one for me,” you growl. “I chose the man I saw fit for me.” You grab Jake’s hand, and move to stand closer to him. “Jakesully is who I want. He is who I have chosen.”

Your mother hisses at him, your father glares at you.

“He is my mate,” you state, voice wavering a little. “It is too late for either of you to do anything.”

“Then we will take you to Neytiri and Tsu’tey, and they will choose what the consequences are for your actions,” your father states.

You square your shoulders and tilt your chin up. Still holding onto Jake’s hand, you walk past your parents, ignoring their stares, and make your way back to the new Hometree.

In the end, you decide, things will work out for me if I have Jakesully by my side.

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I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, tbh. But I’m planning on a part three already. Thank you all for the support!

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joshfuckingkiszka · 2 years

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『useless noise - sfk』

sfk x f!reader

feral, foaming at the mouth, absolutely a whore for this man y’all didn’t see that

THIS IS AN 18+ PIECE MINORS DNI

» requested - reader is quiet in bed, sam takes that as a challenge

warnings: explicit sexual content, dirty talk, sammy is a praise king, slight sexual insecurities, oral (f!receiving)

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One would think with how loud and obnoxious Sam’s life was, that he would appreciate the quiet. Of course, who would appreciate their girlfriend never seeming to make any noise in bed? You’d never had any problems with this before, of course, no one had ever truly cared for you like Sammy had. God, how he tried to get you to make an ounce of noise as he plunged his tongue and fingers into you. He counted the little sighs you would make as some sort of progress, but, being Sam - extremely competitive - he just couldn’t accept that. Both of you knew you were holding out on him, and he put up with it as long as he could before it finally came to a head.

“Am I doing something wrong?” You opened your eyes, seeing Sam sitting up, arms crossed, when he had just been knuckle deep inside of you, his tongue licking the dirtiest pattern on your clit that you had ever felt.

Your eyes widened, still breathless. “W-What? No, I was enjoying it!” It was slightly defensive, mainly because of how close you had been to cumming.

“I just,” he paused, seemingly defeated, “I feel like I’m not enough for you, you’ve never ‘screamed my name’ or anything.”

“Is this about that joke that Jake made?” You knew it was, how could it not be? His older brother had made a cocky remark about he’s never had a girl not screaming his name, and Sam’s never seemed to have the same luck. It was a dumb joke, but you realized now that it was wrong to laugh, seeing how much it had hurt your Sammy.

“No.” He stood up, but you weren’t done with this conversation.

You grabbed his arm before he could move any further away from you, motioning for him to sit back down.

“Listen, Sammy, baby, you make me feel so good. No question about it. I just,” you sighed, “before, I’ve been told that I’m, y’know, too loud and it wasn’t sexy. Distracting was a word that was used once, actually.”

His look of disbelief embarrassed you. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I would give up everything to hear those ‘distracting’ sounds.” Your body shuddered involuntarily. His wide, brown eyes bore into you and you could’ve moaned right there.

“Break me of my habits then, Sammy.” He loved when you called him that in bed, such an innocent tone for the dirtiest context.

After pushing you back onto the mattress, Sam’s lips found your neck, his teeth digging into your pulse point. A soft gasp escaped you and you felt his smirk.

“There’s one, pretty girl.”

He slowly - to your discontent - moved his way down your neck and to your chest. When his teeth dug into your nipple a strangled sound came from you, so he did it again, and the sound became somewhat clearer.

Sam looked up from your chest, those pretty eyes, almost golden in the light, staring so innocently at you. “So good for me, baby, keep going,” his tone was almost mocking, but in the sweetest way, something only he could do.

The pounding between your legs, a consequence of your lost orgasm and Sam’s relentless teasing, was becoming nearly unbearable.

He bit into your thighs, and a low sound came from your throat. “Are you into biting, Sammy?” You asked him with the last of the air in your lungs.

“Just marking what’s mine, babygirl.” His fingers lightly grazed at your folds, and you could feel how wet you were from that motion alone. Only giving you a second to ruminate in the feeling, he suddenly sunk his fingers back into your pussy.

For the first time in your entire relationship with him, you moaned. It was loud and obscene and you feared his reaction, even despite his previous words. You looked at him, expecting disgust, but were instead met with his eyes blown wide with lust, mouth slightly open in surprise.

“That’s what I’m looking for, baby, wanna make you feel so good.” It apparently was exactly what he thought earned you his tongue back on your clit, those same patterns searing into your nerves.

You thought for only a second about the repercussions before begging him, “Please, Sammy, I need to cum.”

He had never heard you say anything in bed, besides the occasional whisper of his name or a nearly silent “right there”. Sam basked in the moment before pulling his mouth away, his fingers still pumping an intermediate pace into you, curving upwards and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl, you will. Moan a little louder for me, baby, show me how good I’m doing.” It only took a slight flex of his fingers and a miniscule amount of suction from his mouth for you to finally cum, crying out loudly as you did.

“I need you, Sammy.” Oh, how he was enjoying this.

“What do you need from me, baby?” He was such a fucking tease, and you realized this was a game to him. Rather than abandon it, which really ended worse for you, to be honest, you played along. It was incredible, seeing his face as you had moaned his name, begging for him, and you never wanted it to end.

“Need you t’fuck me,” you slurred, the pleasure making your brain hazy.

He hummed in agreement before flipping you over. “Ride me, baby, wanna see your pretty tits bounce for me.” You could only nod, almost aggressively.

The fact that he already shed his clothes at the beginning of your little escapade made it that much easier to greedily grab his cock, slipping it inside of you, moaning at the insertion.

“Fu-uck, baby, feel so good around me, like you were made for me.” He threw his head back, moaning just as loudly as you had and you finally understood. The power you felt in knowing it was you making him feel this good was enough to boost your ego for years to come.

You planted your feet on each side of his hips, doing just as he asked, bouncing on his cock like it was the last time. His fingers dug into your thighs, and you anticipated the bruises they would leave. When your knees started to tire, you became disappointed, not that Sam cared. As soon as he noticed your pace beginning to falter, his hands swiftly pushed your feet back, so your knees were on the mattress.

Your eyes were only closed for a second as you felt him buried at the hilt with the new position, and then his hands were on your ass, picking up your slack as he thrusted into you. Before, you weren’t sure if you could moan much louder, but you were proven wrong by this sentiment. Maybe it was the fact that he took note of all of your cues, and it was so incredibly intimate that he did, or perhaps it was just Sammy, wanting to make you feel so good.

“C’mon, babygirl, give me another.” In your cockdrunk haze, you didn’t know if he wanted you to moan or cum again so, being the perfect little girlfriend that you were, you gave him both.

“I’m cumming, Sammy!” He urged you through it, only slowing down his thrusts by the smallest amount. “Cum with me, please, baby.” You weren’t usually one to beg, but Sam seemed to change a lot about you.

“You got it, sweet girl, gonna fill you up” he managed to say it so tenderly, as if he wasn’t absolutely ruining you, before he placed his head on your chest and, with one final thrust, spilled into you. If you weren’t on birth control, it probably would have bothered you. Probably.

After he gently pulled out of you, he rushed to the bathroom to retrieve a towel to clean you up.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna hear those sounds forever.” It was a promise and you knew that.

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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jake sully + NSFW faceriding hcs~

straight up, jake is for sure a faceriding bby just think back to that fruit he ate in avatar 1 🫠

• definitely moans hard and loud when you start to grind down onto his face. he'll nudge his nose right up against your swollen pink bud, and when you begin to hump and gyrate your hips onto his awaiting tongue he'll make all the noise he wants

• loves to talk while his mouth's full of you, too. lots of "..mffph...ffuckffph..ffuckin' hot, babygirl.." and "..uuunh-mmhm...yeah, s-shit..g'na gush for me, huh?...mhmmh.." while he's smothered in your slick juices; only opening his mouth wider, and thrusting his tongue ever-deeper into your clenching entrance

• jake's definitely a tongue-tip oral guy too; loves the little shudders and shakes your hips make when he uses just the end of his tongue, as he licks hard and fast swipes up the length of your clit, or softly suckles at your sticky and throbbing outer lips or entrance

• loves loves loves to run his long blue fingers up and and down your thighs as you sit atop him; uses his short nails and the pads of his fingers to lightly scratch and squeeze your thighs, all while he groans deep from his chest at the pleasure of feeling your legs tighten as he does

• jake also loves to makeout with your pussy too; he'll use his tongue of course, but he has a soft spot for kissing, sucking and slurping at your wet and throbbing pussy, all while he lays little spanks on your ass and upper legs; or even takes little breaks to spank your lips and clit while he dirty talks, making you squelch and clench in anticipation of his movements

• 100% jerks off while he's eating you out. he'll do this when he's just going down on you anyway, but when jake's got your whole body weight on top of him, he goes extra antsy and horny

• suddenly he's bucking up into the open air behind you; his thick, veiny blue member pulsing back and forth, slapping against his lower stomach as he ruts wantonly, needy for some form of stimulation. legit, he'll writhe so hard underneath you just to try and cum while he's slobbering all over your dripping mound

• he'll utilise the bouncing of his length, and squeezing his thighs together to get just the right amount of pressure on his swollen balls and leaking tip; he may just start spurting his thick reams right onto your back and ass as he eats you out from that alone

• but if not, jake's always game for unabashedly tugging his dick while you ride his face, circling your hips to better smear around your arousal, all the while he's fisting his cock roughly, desperate at the thought of you gushing and dripping all over him as you cum

• jake'll grasp his member extra tightly, wrapping his index and thumb around his bulbous cock-tip, or maybe push his bottom two fingers down onto his balls, squishing the soft flesh and sensitive swells to better coax out his release

• very expressive when you ride him. jake enjoys it all anyway, but when you're on top, it's more for his enjoyment than for him to impress you like usual oral; his eyebrows'll scrunch up, eyes clench extra tight in a mix of concentration and lust, with his ears back or perked up from the sensations

• sometimes he even lets out little whines. especially when you or him gets close. he'll initially groan deep and low, the erotic sounds erupting from his broad blue chest as he gets you all riled up

• but when he starts to thrust harder into his palm, little streaks of sticky white precum leaking out, or when you start to squeal in need for your release, jake's once low-toned moans and grunts morph into higher-pitched whines and huffs. the resolve he had to tease or work new techniques being replaced by a raw, primal sexual urge to have his chin, mouth and cheeks covered in your scent of arousal

• grins once you cum on his tongue. he'll mostly be so deep and full of your pussy juice, that all he can do is make little hums of approval, and let his once horned up and focused expression change to an almost childish grin of delight;

• jake'll let out little gasps of feigned-shock at your desperate movements and moans, all the while sporting a smirk or the sweetest eye-smile as he takes in your squirming form above him

• or, he'll continue to wring out your intense orgasm with some arrogant "..uh-huh, uh-huh, theeere we go...fffuck"s or "....mmmm...tastes so sweet babygirl... aaah..unhh..thaaat's it, cum for daddy, that's right, ahah...fuck"s as he widens and flattens his pink tongue to scoop up all that excess essence, and let you ride it out all over his eager face

🤭 and pls lmk ur thots!

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dazz-linglight · 3 years

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athlete jake fcking u (cheerleader) in the locker rooms😳

(ooooh I like it 🐺 thank u for the request!)

This was the most important game of the season against a strong rival team and you promised Jake to give him a special treat if he won at the end of the night. You and the cheerleaders team cheered with great energy in the camp, with big smiles and special stunts that had the crowd screaming from both the game and the performance. The scoreboard was tight with close points for more than half the time, but in the last few minutes your school's team managed to flip over and win the game. You jumped and screamed in happiness and Jake came running towards you to pick you up, spinned you around and kissed you, ignoring your sweaty selves just for the happy moment.

"You did great, love!" You praised as he sets you down and he smiled breathlessly.

"Part of it was because of you, my number one."

"Find me at the lockers later, okay? I'll show how much I'm proud." You whispered by his ear and gave him a seemingly sweet peck, pulling him to take pictures with the full team and mascot with a big smile.

After the public celebration, applause and cheering, the coach wrapped everything up and sent the teams to shower, so you and Jake parted ways and followed the other cheerleaders to the lockers. Everybody was happy and chatting but you could only think about what was coming for you, getting out of your uniform to take a quick shower and changed into a black sundress that reached your thighs. When you finished you had to pass time on your phone to let all the girls leave first.

"Hey ______! We are going to the party at Jay's, are you coming with us?" One of your friends asked while getting ready to leave and you shook your head no.

"Not yet, I'll wait for Jake and we'll go together. I'll meet you guys there!" You dismissed with a smile and wave them bye, immediately texting Jake that the way was free. Five minutes later he opened the door and you saw him first, admiring his figure.

"Babe?" He found you and walked your way, attacking your lips before you could say anything, so you only extended your hands up to his face and kissed back with the same energy. After a few minutes of violently kissing each other, you pushed him on a locker and knelt down, unzipping his pants.

"Let me treat you today, my captain." You take hold of his hard cock and slowly licked the tip in a teasing movement, suddenly taking it all into your mouth untill it almost reached your throat. His hands came down to hold your hair in a tight ponytail as you kept sucking on his length, with cheeks hollowed around the length you placed one of your hands on his balls to massage it, contributing to his arousal so you could hear him moan, spit dripping down on his skin. You swirled your tongue as he gripped your hair tighter and started controlling your pace, your own moans a little louder as he made you choke.

You feel shivers run down your spine and Jake pulls you off before he could cum and brings you back to to eye level, this time he bends down to take off your panties, tucking it in his pocket and guide his hand to slide between your legs, to your core and up to his lips, staring at you with clear lust in his eyes and leans in to kiss you and whisper.

"You're going the best reward, babygirl." He brings you closer to leave some hidden hickeys on your chest and switch positions so you are the one against the wall, making his way in your entrance. He grabs his length and teases you with the head on your clit, rubbing it painfully slowly that you arch your back.

"Fuck, Jake just fuck me already" You say impatiently and he smirks at getting the reaction he wanted, wrapping your legs on his hips and finally pounds into you slow at first but makes himself go deeper with every thrust and faster by the minute.

"Fuck.. No matter how many times I fuck you.. You are still tight" He mumbles out with a low moan.

" . he grabs you by the neck

"No baby, that's not my name now. It's daddy, understood?"

"Yes, daddy"

"That's right." He tried his best to not make too much noise but you didn't seem to care about the risk of getting caught, so he had to shove two fingers inside your mouth to get you quiet, feeling your wet tongue under his digits and watched you suck his fingers like you did to his cock, getting closer to the edge at how good you are with your tongue. Gaining more confidence from his expression, you then caressed up and down his pointer finger, swirling your tongue all around the it, eyes making sure to not leave his stare.

"Gonna cum for me?" He broke the mild silence, moving his more firmly as he could sense your climax and you nod quickly and you let go of his fingers to kiss his lips again in a messy mix of saliva and whines. His lips latched onto yours, sucking on your lower lip and biting on it occasionally, tongues playing with each other and your mind went blank in a blissful orgasm throwing your head back and Jake too reached his high, keeping you pressed to the cold wall for a moment until he regained force to take you to the nearest bathroom to clean up.

"IS THERE SOMEONE HERE?" You almost jumped in surprise to the masculine voice from the team's coach outside.

"I'M HERE!" You answered trying to sound normal.

"Oh, don't take too long, I have to lock the doors."

"Okay!" He tapped on the door and walked out. You take a deep breath and see Jake holding his laugh while fixing his clothes.

"Let's go, miss loud." He takes off his jacket and place it over your shoulders, picking your bag on the way out.

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