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fluloa · 1 year

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BABY DADDY JAKE AND LIKE THEY HAVENT EVEN OFFICIALLY MATED FOR LIFE YET BUT HAVE A WHOLE ASS NEWBORN

why is this idea so cute to me??? i have no idea why but slay

You and Jake weren’t really a couple at the start. Sure, you had your moments. Like sometimes, he’d bring you a cute little bundle of flowers, or a new anklet and shit like that. But it was never serious, never really a relationship.

The first time he met you was during a hunting festival, with crystal beads in your hair and a mischievous glimmer in your eyes that he couldn’t help but be drawn to. He had a bit too much to drink, and it seemed as if you did too.

He walked up to you, trying to hide the intense nerve that shock his system because you were really fucking pretty. You were dancing carelessly, arms flowing out and he taps one of them, immediately cringing at the unplanned move.

You turn, the beads in your hair rattling against the base of your neck as you look up at him with curiosity.

“Hey,” he mumbles, crackling a tiny smirk that covers the immense panic he feels.

You blink, smiling a little as you look him up and down. “Hello.”

“You, uh,” Jake clears his throat. “You’re really pretty, and uh… would you wanna dance?”

God, he seems like a complete douchebag. But you like it, or seem to at least by the way your smile widens. You simply nod, turning yourself completely to him and placing the palms of your hands on his shoulders, and he watches you do it with wide eyes. He notices the way your head gently tilts, before you grab one of his hands, directing it to your hip. “You place here.”

He nods, flicking his gaze quickly to the other dancing pairs to see what they’re doing as he attempts to copy. You find it cute.

“I feel how tense your fingers are.” You comment, and his gaze snaps right back to you. His ears twitch down, airplane mode for a millisecond before they’re back up laying against his black hair.

“You can?”

“Mm,” you hum. “Relax.”

He tries to do what you say, breathing in through his chest and relaxing his hand sat against your hip but it’s hard, because he can’t help but feel the way the perky bone of your hip sticks out to his fingers and how smooth your skin is.

“Relax,” you repeat, letting a breathy giggle fall from your lips at his obvious lack of ability to do such a simple action. When his fingers finally slow and rest lazily on your skin, you smile. “For Toruk Makto, you are quite humble.”

You know completely what to do through the music, starting your hands at the base of his stomach before dragging them up to his neck and making your palms meet. “Take your hand off my hip,” you mumble. You spread your hands out across his chest, following out the length of his arms before finally meeting his hands, threading your fingers through his fingers and bringing them up and above both your heads.

You’re looking at your conjoined hands, but he’s looking at you. When you bring them down, you catch his gaze, and you’re taken slightly aback by the intensity caught in it. You slow your hands, staring at him as your mouth gently agapes.

Sprawled out on the green grass, Jake leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck as he enters you with drunken feverishly motions, groans slipping from his throat. Your legs curl around his torso, encouraging him to strive deeper into your cunt and kiss deeper at your skin. Your hands sprawl out across the map of his toned back, blunt nails catching onto his blue skin and creating tiny dinted scratches.

“Oh, my girl,” he breathes out. “Nice and warm. So— holy, so nice and warm.”

You mewl, digging your heels into the lower pinch of his back, “Jake, oh, Jake.” Your voice cracks into a edgy whine when he strengthens the pace of his cock, driving in and out of you fluently.

Breathing ragged and uneasy as you slump together, tangling in each other as you bask in the after moments of sex. Your tails curl together, wrap around each other and you sigh. Jake presses a gentle kiss at your forehead, rubbing his thumb on the fat of your thigh.

It was like that for a long time. Constant banter and flirting until you both gave in and ravaged each other, banging it out like there was no tomorrow. But you weren’t a couple, hadn’t taken it to the next step to connect your tsaheylos because why rush when you both can just be comfortable in an fun, open sex friends-with-benefits sort of deal? You were both fine with it, and there wasn’t anything that could change that.

But then came the random little pains and spikes in your belly, the nausea that sometimes grew when you ate, the increasing aching tender of your breasts.

You chew on your lip hard, praying to Eywa herself that it isn’t what you think it was.

The Tsahik tells you otherwise, and within seconds of her fingers grazing the skin over your belly, she nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” you rush.

“Silence, child. If you let me speak, I shall tell you.” Mo’at snaps. You nod violently, lips sealed close as you wait anxiously for her next sentence. “Eywa has blessed you with a gift,” she flats her palm on your stomach, unable to hide the gentle smile that stretches on her wrinkled face. “You are with child.”

You gulp, a mix of emotions running through you all at once. You slide your hand next to hers, feathering at your belly and feeling the soft skin there that’ll probably be decorated with stretch marks.

It’s nerv-wracking when you see Jake next, and he’s already got that giddy grin on his face as he strides to you. “Hey,” he murmurs, scooping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the warmth of his torso. He lands a sly kiss to your jawline, and you’ve got the feeling he wants to get straight into it today.

“Jake,” you say.

“Hm?” he mutters, gliding the hot of his tongue on the area just below your jawline. His fingers snake to your loincloth, toying with the lace that holds it together.

“Jake,” you repeat, voice sterner this time and that’s when he knows to back off, brow twitching up.

“What?”

“I have to tell you something,” you utter. He blinks blindly at you. “It’s serious.”

“Okay,” he returns, not without confusion wrapped in his tone. You breathe in, attempting to calm your nerves before you’re blurting it out all in one go.

“I’m pregnant, Jake. I have your baby,” you blurt. He stares at you, face unreadable and you take it as a sign to keep on rambling, but then he places a palm on your belly with his eyes set on the movement.

He lets a breathy chuckle leave his mouth, lets a grin stretch out onto his wide lips. “You do?”

You’re surprised to say the least to his reaction. “Yes—“ your sentence halts to a stop when Jake kisses you, palming a hand on your warm cheek and you sigh onto his lips.

“That’s…” he laughs again, “That’s amazing.” He looks up at you, pupils dilating. “You’re amazing.”

He grabs your face with both hands and kisses you again, this time harder. You’re being smushed from his grip and you giggle at his hyper, letting yourself melt into his warmth.

The more your belly grew, the more your actual relationship with Jake grew. It just happened. Naturally. The man’s protectiveness grew as well, even though you could never really get him to fully admit it.

Placing a hand on your belly, leaning his head to you as he tsks. “My girl, stay in rest.”

“Jake, just because I am with child does not mean I am helpless. I am still apart of this clan, and I am still able to serve it,” you fight against him, brushing his hand off of your body and reaching for your bow. He snatches the bow just as your fingers gaze the handle, and he hangs it above his head. You try swooping it out from him but he raises it higher, smirking as you huff in frustration.

“Pretty helpless right now.” He quips, unable to fight his shit-eating grin as he watches you try to reach your bow with your waving arm. You end up huffing and puffing, placing a hand on your stomach as you give up. You suddenly groan in pain, and Jake’s smug expression drops, immediately dropping his arm to place a concerned hand on your shoulder.

You snatch the bow from his now lowered arm, rushing it to hide behind you and press at your back as you laugh mischievously. Jake snaps his head to your face, frowning until he can’t help but let a small smirk break past his facade. “Not dumb, though.”

When you’re at the final trimester, you’re big, and heavy. Your feet are puffed up and your back twitches in pain every single time you move a muscle. It’s torture. And to add onto it, your self esteem is at your lowest.

Crying on Jake’s shoulder as he rubs your back with his big fingers, nose sniffly as you weep. “Ijustdon’tunderstandwhyyyy— huAp,” a loud hiccup slips from you. “IfeelsosoarallofthetiiiiiimemybreastshurtconstantlyweirdstuffcomesoutofmewhydoesEywahatemesooo…”

He gives reassuring kisses to your forehead, eyes closed with a faint, tired smile tugged on his lips as he coos, “It’s alright, my yuey.”

You certainly do not feel beautiful.

“Got that babymama glow.” Jake adds, mumbling as he gives another smooch to your forehead. He receives a defeated whimper in response, your body curling in his form as his arm wrapped around your form tightens around you.

When the baby comes, it fucking comes. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you clench at Jake’s hand with a bone-crushing grip. Healers swarm around you like bees, holding your legs, stomach, and every patch of your body except for your head, which Jake holds with his second hand.

Jake licks at his lips. “You’re doing great, sweetie—”

“Shut the fuck up, Jake!”

“Yep, ok.”

With one final push, the baby’s out. One of the healer’s holds the baby in her arms, a hint of a smile on her face as she hands your child into your arms. Warm tears rim around your eyes as you hold your new born baby, leaning against Jake’s body as he rubs at your back. You’re able to feel his chest tremble, and when you look up to him, there’s a tear striding down his cheek. With what energy you have, you scoop your arm around his neck, bringing his head down with your head as you give him a kiss to the cheek.

He returns it with a kiss to your forehead, yet unable to take his eyes off of his baby in your arms. “My Syaté,” you whisper lovingly. Syay meaning fate, a definition tied faintly in with blessing. Her nose sniffles and twitches, tiny eyebrows crinkling before she begins to cry. Jake can’t even seem to get care, as he holds the chubby cheek of his new babygirl and he can’t help but feel a new spring of fresh tears corrupt his face.

Jake barely leaves you and the baby. He says that he must protect his family, that it’s a bigger priority than doing anything else. But you’re not sure if that’s just a big fat excuse for him to hold her for hours. Laying in his lap, as he swipes a hand over her little head and feeling the thin, small fuzz of hair on it. With you at his side, singing to her as you stroke her cheek with a soft thumb.

The fire in front of you crackles, as the night’s cool air breezes on your backs. She coos out a gurgled giggle in reply.

Sometimes, Jake’ll just have Syaté in his arms as you fall in a much needed sleep, just staring at her face because he’s still stunned at the fact that in his arms, this is his child. It boggles him. He didn’t even think he’d ever find someone to love him, let alone carry his baby. But here you are, sleeping beside his leg peacefully and your face just looks so pretty and calm that it makes him want to cry.

Holding up his baby as the people surround him in circles, swaying side to side as you watch in awe. The new child of the people’s Olo’eyktan. Jake gently holds her up, the light from the sky shining on her small body and her legs squirming a little. “Syaté!”

“Syaté,” they repeat, echoing amongst the forest and you smile, teeth shining through your lips.

Connecting her tsaheylu to the many branches of the Tree Of Souls, connecting her to Eywa. Jake can see the way her eyes light up, can see the way her lips widen in a giggly manner.

The first time taking Syaté to have a bath in the river. Jake insists that he holds her on the way, and you grin, dashing through the forest because it’s the most freedom you’ve had in a long time.

Once getting there, you both gently get into the river, as Jake cradles Syaté in his arms. He holds her above the water until you give him the signal to lower her. The water swims at her feet, goes in between her little toes and she makes a noise at the feeling of it. He shifts his hand in a cup-like form, ripping it over his baby’s head gently. Slowly, he lowers her down into the river. You laugh gently at the way she screws up her face. “I know, babygirl. It’s a bit cold,” Jake chuckles.

She awkwardly blinks away the water that drops into her eyes, dripping at her black eyelashes and Jake wipes it away with his thumb before she could whine about it. Jake then shifts his eyes to you whisking through the stream, hair wet and following you as it flows weightless amongst the water. You end your swim in front of him, sneakily dipping your head over and blowing raspberries on Syaté’s chubby belly. She giggles immediately, the sound pure music to Jake’s ears.

Jake goes to give a million kisses to her cheek, nuzzling his nose in her skin as she ropes out rounds of uncontainable laughter. You start to laugh as well, and Jake can’t help but laugh, too.

Once back from the river, you sit in the open gap between Jake’s legs, Syaté a sleepy mess in warm your arms. She sucks at your breast with a new born baby hunger, even going as far to push a tiny hand on it to give her more. You rub at her tummy with the soft of your palm, mumbling your songcord. The fire in front of you is warm and orange, illuminating against the blue of your skin and creating a glowy atmosphere. Jake sighs through his nose, sliding a hand up and down your thigh as his legs fold under yours.

The heart beating in his chest is full, and he can’t name anywhere he would rather be. He rakes a few fingers through your hair, landing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck as contentment fills in his body, his mind brewing with the sense to protect. To protect his new-found family.

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fluloa · 1 year

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alright so imagine jake sully fucking you missionary like a rabbit on heat and gets supper worried when you cry out of pleasure. help. i need this to be written. #unleashingmyalien-fuckingspirit 😣

lord give me strength. and yes baby UNLEASH IT LET IT RUN WILLLLD

Hands dug tight into the flesh of your hips, body rocking hard into the tightness of your gushing pussy as he pulls gasps from your lips. “Jaaake,” you whine, the pad of his thumb dragging down your bottom lip in a lazy, affectionate motion.

“Hoan, yuey.” Calm, beautiful. His words do all but soothe you, only making your noises louder and lewder. He hisses quietly, biting on his tongue because the whole village could be able to hear your slippery little mouth.

He decides to shut you up by kissing you firm on the lips, tongue catching yours messily. Your noises muffled, he speeds up the pace, sharpening his thrusts impossibly more and you scream out a mewl. His eyes snap open, head whipping back as he looks at you with a concerned gaze. “Hon— you okay? Hon?” he rushes, latches his fingers on your cheek, palming the warm skin. “Darlin’— why the tears? Did I hurt you? Tell me—“

“Mm,” you hum, “I just— I don’t know, but don’t stop, Eywa, don’t stop.”

You spot the way his tail flicks up, his eyes slicking with a wild curiosity and he leans down, licking up the hot tears resting on your skin. “Alright then.”

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fluloa · 1 year

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the way i JUMPED seeing that edit.. blessing us again fr

i can’t tell if jake sully or you getting the rightful attention you deserve makes me more happy but i say both <3333

also do you ever wonder how the pandorians shower? like in the jungle, do they use the same water or wait for rains? [ definitely NOT subtly asking for short jake sully shower drabbles if you’re down ]

- 🍒 !!

GASP MY BEAUTIFUL CHERRY ANON YOURE BACK! i just had a shower so this is perfect

Showering is Jake’s favorite part of his day. Not only does it relax him and wipe away the grime and sweat from his day of work, it gives him you. To spend time with you and only you, even if it’s just for a simple thing like showering.

It’s Pandora, so showering isn’t the easiest and the ways to do it isn’t exactly ideal. But if it’s anything that he’s doing with you, he doesn’t give a shit.

Swimming through the river, the water fluorescent and glimmering with a few bits of moss and lily pads here and there. Watching you wet your hair, cleanse your face softly with your fingers and he just can’t help but stare in awe.

Looking to him, laughing as your eyebrows crease together. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just beautiful,” he mumbles, a dopey smile on that cute face of his. He earns a flick of water from you. It splashes at his face, and his face drops. “Oh— you wanna play that game, girl? I can play it too.”

You see him leering towards with a grin on his lips and you gasp, “No, no, no. Jake, I’m sorry— don’t!” He scoops you up, lifting you high up by his shoulder as you kick and squirm in his hold. “Waitwaitwaitwait—“

Then he slams you into the water, your squeal cut off by the water hitting your face. He’s chuckling like an idiot, as you lay in the river like a dead fish. When you rise up, you’re frowning, wet hair pulled in front of your face as your shoulders sag. Jake’s about to say something in concern before you’re pouncing onto him, roaring out as you tackle him into the water. When he comes back up, you’re giggling like an idiot as well, as he blinks out the water that trickles at his eyelashes.

“You better run,” he says, and you break off into a sprint, him not long behind you.

For soap, the na’vi use a specific type of beady paste that’s mushed gently with a specific type of leaf and it kind of smells like mint.

You can never put it on yourself, Jake always has to do it for you. He always says that it’s for your own sake, but you’re not sure if that’s the case.

He helps you lay out on the river’s edge, dipping out of the water as he pours the paste into the base of his palm. He gently smoothes it down your body, taking extra care in places like your breasts or your thighs. He lets his fingers ghost over your private, and you slap his wrist away from it. He chuckles low, muttering an excuse and that he didn’t mean to do it but you know damn right he did.

Most of the time, it rains heavily on Pandora, like, heavily. To the point of almost flooding. When it does, he drags you out to a random spot within the forest, making sure no animal or lurking na’vi is there before he’s grabbing your face and kissing you. The raindrops pitter patter on your skin as he relieves you of your top, and then your loincloth. You detach his knife holder strapped to his chest, untie his loincloth until you’re both naked, bare.

You let the rain catch to your body, let it soak into your hair and drip into your dips and curves. He only watches you as your arms stretch out wide, pearly teeth peeling out from underneath your smile as you turn. The grass beneath your feet is soaked, water flowing up to your ankles. You turn to Jake, whisking your hands over his hair as it dampens. His ears flicker to your sudden motion of affection, dark pupils wide from the darkness of the night.

Usually on the nights like these it ends up with you sprawled out onto the wet grass, body shrilled with rain as he enters you in a slow, loving pace. Tsaheylu’s connected, low breaths escape his chest, his hands wrapped warm around your waist. You let a whine peel out of you, a kiss to his jawline that makes his tail give a little swish.

You pull him in with every thrust he gives, sucking him up with your soft walls and pushing him closer with your thighs rounded tightly around his hips.

When you both finish, the area’s full of panting and gasps, his head pressed up against yours with his still cock sunken deep into your pulsing cunt. With the energy he has left, he lands a soft kiss to your blue cheek, and you’re both due for another shower.

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fluloa · 1 year

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omg, so may i askkkk

how about jake + jerking off hcs?? like just going into detail about how, the noises, etc etc lowkey i <3 u and think ur writing is boMB 🤭

also ik u're friggin clogged w asks so no pressure bby!!

EEEEEEE

• he’ll go at it every chance he gets, which isn’t a lot when you’re omoticayan.

• wrapping a hot hand around his cock, letting a cool sigh leave his lips as he gently starts to glide his hand up. maybe he’s thinking of the plump of a female na’vi’s chest, barely covered with thread and beads. maybe thinking about getting his hands on a good pussy, spreading wet folds apart and flatting his tongue on the hot slit. and wow, just the pure thought of pussy just gets him fully going, has pre-cum slipping from his cock and creaking into the dips of his fingers.

• he bites the palm of his free hand when he’s going at it. the poor boy just can’t help but slip out a few throaty, whiney hisses. he tries anything to silence them but it’s impossible.

• just imagine the way his abs/stomach tenses and twitches when he’s close. his palm sloppy with his saliva and bruised from the harsh bite of his edged teeth as huffy noises crack out from his mouth and muffle against it. bucking his hips up and shit because he’s that desperate for the release, just the few seconds of utter ecstasy that he craves for so much.

• the type to growl as well. his chest just rumbling with animalistic sounds as his hand is basically ripping his dick. CURLS HIS TOES TOO (unintentionally), feeling the dirt beneath his feet mend under the force.

• when he cums, he fucking cums, just ropes of cleary bluey liquid spirting out from his cock as he spits out a long moan. deep and quick breaths as he loosens from his high, his tired cock resting on his thigh as sweat dampens his forehead. <3

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fluloa · 1 year

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bro jake sully has the sluttiest waist known to man.

anyway would you ever consider smut that includes jake getting head? and he calls you a slut and is VERY dominant.

i’m so down bad for him what can i say😔🙏

-🪷

GAHHHH sucking that blue dick like a popsicle

• After he’s eaten you out, mouth dripping with your clear juice as he’s feverishly licking at his fingers. You groan at the sight, pussy pulsing painfully around nothing at the intensely lewd picture. You’re barely catching your breath before he’s picking up your body and having you on your stomach, his legs spreading apart as he pulls you up, face inches away from his hard cock.

You’re whining as hot exhaustion aches your muscles and he’s shaking his head with an unforgivable laugh. “Nah-ah. A suck for a suck. Start working that mouth, girl.” He mumbles, already feeling the haze as you spread your fingers around his base.

Kissing his blue tip lazily, running your tongue around it just the way he likes it and he’s already leaning his head back, leading a hand up your back and to the slim curve of your neck. He sneaks a few fingers up into the end strands of your hair, before he’s pushing your head down, lowering your warm mouth down onto his dick. He sighs, thigh twitching, “That’s it. All the way down— fuck.”

Your mouth tights, eyes wincing as he hits the back of your throat and your nails dig into the flesh of his thigh. You attempt to breathe through your nose, but it seems pointless as you choke out a gag. He keeps you locked in the position. Then he lets you off halfway, and you’re thankful, but then you realise it’s just for himself as he starts moving your head up and down. His fingers reach deep into your hair, tangling it into his fist as he now uses it as a handle.

“Ooh— mm, suck in your mouth just how I like it, come on. Yeah, that’s it, good girl, you know I love it. Oh, baby.”

Blabbering like a complete idiot as you take his cock in your mouth, soft lips dragging along his thick length in the sweetest notion.

“Fu—huuuuuck. Fumble with my balls, baby. How I like it, you know how to— yeeaah, uh-uh, like that.”

But Jake being Jake, he’s always being considerate. He dips his second hand down to the between of your thighs, lazily flicking his thumb at your slick clit and teasing two fingers into your cunt. You groan messily, the noise vibrating deliciously around his cock and his grip on your hair tightens, dragging your mouth faster.

Blabbering when he’s close to finishing, jerking his hips up to meet your mouth. The hot seed of him slipping down your throat, as your own orgasm violently shakes through you. He pulls out gently, a little speck of cum catching on the corner of your lips. He pulls you up, wiping the mark with his thumb and scooping it into your mouth, making you clean it with the flat of your tongue. Then he kisses you, muttering a drunken, lazy, “Thanks, baby.”

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