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cantescapethefantasy · 1 year

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|| I’m Not Done With You Yet ||

jake sully x neytiri

Genre: fluff/some sadness?? Idk its not bad lol

Before the final battle; When Jake places his handprint on Neytiri <3

Warnings: this is my first fanfic so I just tried to make it sweet :)

Word Count: 1.7k

Italics = Na’vi language/speaking in Na’vi

Tutee = female

Tìyawn = love

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Tsamsiyu = warrior

It was a tense morning among the Na’vi people in the Omatikaya Clan. Jake Sully’s new leadership was put into place. This was new to the Na’vi. New to him. It felt strange. He watched the Omaticaya preparing with the other clans. Their territory was filled to the brim. Everyone preparing to fight against the sky people. The air was thick with sweat, hard work, and war plans. Jake wasn’t sure how he felt about being Toruk Makto. His plan succeeded in bringing the Na’vi on his side but he couldn’t say he wasn’t nervous about the upcoming battle. If they lost this. They would lose everything.

Jake sighed as he turned around heading towards Neytiri’s temporary hut near the Tree of Souls. Many thoughts swelled in his head. His life had turned so many directions these past few months. Could he really lead the Na’vi people to victory? The Sky People’s weapons were unmatched.

Was Eywa evening listening to the prayers of her people?

The stress was intensely hitting Jake but he knew he needed to keep it together. He felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. He cared for the people. For Pandora. This world brought him in for a reason. He couldn’t ignore that. And most of all he couldn’t ignore the tutee Na’vi whom he fell in love with. She showed him the way of the people. The secrets of Pandora. She was the reason his life finally felt worth something.

Jake trudged past The Tree of Souls spotting Mo’at in the center. She was explaining something to a group of Na’vi women preparing for battle. He could see the pain that laid behind her eyes. He felt responsible for the loss of her mate. Maybe if he had said something sooner. Maybe if he proved his trust more? Things would be different. Jake turned his head so she wouldn’t notice him. He felt ashamed.

The man finally arrived at his destination peeling open a curtain of leaves. His eyes immediately landed on Neytiri, softening. She sat on her mat hunched over sharpening a battle arrow. She was stunning to say the least. Looking up as she heard the leaves being pulled back “Ma Jake” she smiled. Jake's shoulders went down relaxing. “Neytiri” he breathed. He hadn’t seen her all day due to the preparations going on.

She stood looking at her mate, slowly walking over. She lifted her hand resting it on his chest. After a moment she pressed on it slightly. “You are hurting”. Jake looked down at her hand on his heart. She could sense his anxiety. “I worry.” He sighed deeply. Neytiri lifted her hand, cupping his cheek. Slowly stroking it with her thumb. She knew this was crazy. She knew he wasn’t certain about anything. But, that was okay. Her eye contact gave Jake the comfort he needed. “Come, you need to get ready, Toruk Makto.” Her eyes gleamed with pride. Jake shivered a little. He wasn’t used to this title one bit.

Slowly Neytiri grabbed his hand and led him to sit on a small tree stump on the other side of the room. He looked up at her confused as she smiled. His lover bent down and pressed her lips to his forehead. Jake closed his eyes. Glad to have someone he could truly feel relaxed with. The warmth of her lips felt like home. She slowly lifted up, bringing her hands to Jake’s face, turning it forward and guiding his back to sit straight up. She stood behind the Avatar and started brushing out his hair with her fingers. This made him relax right into her.

“The Sky People are the ones who should worry.” Jake’s eyes were still shut. “It is time that we show that you are a great tsamsiyu. It’s time you look like Toruk Makto.” Jake's eyes slowly opened, a small smile displaying itself on his face.

Neytiri began to gather small sections of his hair, pulling it back. She reached down into a basket nearby, grabbing different colored beads. She thoroughly went around Jake's head twisting his hair together and weaving beads into it. Neytiri’s fingers brushed and grabbed his hair putting him in a trance. Slowly yet steadily she worked. Adding feathers to the end after beading. His hair was pulled back in a way that it showed the sides of his head. Neytiri put in the final touches slowly sliding her hand down Jake’s new hair style. She reached down to grab something else and walked in front of Jake taking in her work. Her heart swelled with pride once more. She watched this man, this Avatar go from knowing nothing to becoming the mighty leader of her clan. His heart touched hers in ways she never thought possible. She knew Eywa was right.

The Na’vi woman handed Jake a large piece of reflective glass so he could take a look at his new hair. Jake’s eyes widened. He never expected something like this. He smiled. He felt stronger looking in the small mirror. Neytiri believed in him and she wanted to show him that.

He felt like Toruk Makto.

Jake slowly stood up taking a few steps towards Neytiri. His large stature over compassing her as he pulled her into his arms. “Thank you.” He grabbed her jaw pulling her in for a loving kiss.

Their lips moved passionately. Slow yet hungry they poured their emotions into each other. Jake’s other hand pressed against the back of Neytiri’s head cupping her hair. Causing her to melt into him more. There was nothing else that felt more right in the world. Neytiri released her lips from his, looking up at him “Oel ngati kameie.” She whispered. “I see you.” Jake replied looking into her eyes with so much love. He lowered his hand to stroke the small of her back. If he could just lead the Na’vi to victory he could be with his girl forever.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Neytiri broke the silence. Jake raised an eyebrow as she turned away from him to grab paint and a brush. Across the room she held up the brush to Jake. “This is a very sacred brush.” Looking back into his eyes. “This is used to decorate a warrior with symbols. Symbols’ expressing their strength and achievements.” Respect flowed through Neytiri’s eyes. “If you allow. I want to show everyone your triumph” She looked straight into him still holding up the brush. Jake could feel the impact he has made on the woman’s life. He had never felt more whole.

“Of course tìyawn”

Neytiri shined at the man before her. She walked back over to him, quickly positioning the avatar and getting to work painting lines and symbols over his body. The paint felt cool on his skin making goosebumps in its wake. She quietly explained each color and meaning she added to his body. Expressing the incredible battles he has gone through and all of his milestones. Jake had never felt more loved in his entire life. It has only been a few months and he felt like he had known this woman forever. His gaze held onto her each second never wanting the moment to end. She finished the rest of her work on Jake, feeling satisfied.

The two shared another moment together before Neytiri quickly got to work on herself for battle. Jake went and sat on her mat as he watched her glide the paint brush on her skin. His breath felt stuck in his throat. He had never met someone so beautiful before her. He could feel tears threatening to spill just thinking about all she has sacrificed for him. Everything she has risked for some dream walker. He watched as she painted her emotions and life on her body. Stunned by her awe. She was the strongest being and he wanted to have her forever.

Since the moment he met her she consumed his mind. Confused at first as to why Eywa drew him towards her and her people. But the more he gave in the more he realized this was exactly where he needed to be. Which was why he wouldn’t lose it. For years he was nothing but a pathetic grunt. Just wallowing in pity the more and more he survived on Earth. But here he was something more.

Here, someone loved him.

The realization that a few hours had passed hit Jake. The sun was beginning to stretch out across the land and the battle was less than a few hours away.

Jake was unsure of what would happen in a few hours. He feared the worst over and over and over. They couldn’t lose. So much was at stake but Jake was ready to fight for it. He hoped his plan was the right one. He couldn’t lose her. She was his and he was terrified of even thinking of what could happen to her…

He focused back in on the moment as Neytiri began to finish up the job she had done on herself. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He had never felt so strongly about someone. Jake slowly walked up behind Neytiri dipping the palm of his hand in white paint. He reached his other hand up to rest on her shoulder, turning her around. “I cannot lose you tomorrow.” Jake whispered, eyes becoming glossy. “You are everything to me.” He said in Na’vi. Neytiri’s eyebrows lifted, mouth slightly agape. Jake lifted up his other hand slathered in paint. “I will be with you tomorrow no matter what.” He pressed the hand against the middle of her chest right above her breasts. Neytiri was so in awe of the avatar infront of her.

Jake released his hand from her chest slowly. She looked down and saw his hand print on her body. Her face flushed, she too had never felt love so strongly before. She looked up at the tall man before her. Slowly she lifted onto her tippy toes kissing the man with all of her might. She wanted to pour what she felt into him as hard as she could. She had never thanked Eywa as hard as she did that night. In her heart she knew, everything would be okay…

Hello! This is my first fanfic (not counting the horrible stuff I wrote when I was 12 lol.) Thank you for reading! I wanted to go with a simple plot line for my first story. I don’t really do much creative writing so feedback is greatly appreciated! I’d love to hear all of your thoughts on this story and things you may want me to write about! I am planning way more fanfictions, long, short, angst, smut, etc. mostly including Jake so stay on the lookout for that hehe

Hopefully I will get better at writing these because I have many ideas lol Thanks again for reading <3

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thevanityofthefox · 3 months

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Emo Jake redraw! Dani helped by choosing the expressions maybe I'll draw Dilf emo Jake

@jakexneytiri 🫶

This is the old one⬇️

#avatar the way of water #avatar james cameron #avatar fanart #jake sully #sully family #avatar 2

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sullyfortress · 11 months

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Recent commission for @jakexneytiri of Jake and his granddaughter(their OC) again.

#avatar fanart #avatar the way of water #jake sully #my art #avatar commissions #art commissions

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manneys3s · 4 months

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Commission for @jakexneytiri !!

#avatar #jake sully #fanart #neytiri #jeytiri #commission

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thebutcher00 · 5 days

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Me and Dani @jakexneytiri were talking about a Jake Knight and Lady Neytiri au😈

#avatar the way of water #avatar james cameron #avatar fanart #jeytiri #jake sully x neytiri #jake sully #neytiri

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blue-slxt · 6 months

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Kinkmas 1

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Merry Kinkmas! I'm so excited to participate in another event like this! Just as a heads up, a lot of my pieces this time around are shorter than my Kinktober ones. I still hope that you enjoy them though! All characters are aged up!

Kinkmas Masterlist

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader x Ao'nung

Warnings: Cockwarming, Poly Relationship, Anal Penetration, Teasing

You were so incredibly full. It was one thing to have a mate that always wanted to be near you, but your situation was a bit unique with your two mates. It wasn’t unusual, but the two of them always wanted to be up under you at all times. Even when you slept at night, neither of them were satisfied with simply holding you. It wasn’t close enough for their liking. They opted instead to sleep with both their cocks buried to the hilt inside the welcoming squeeze of both of your holes.

Ao'nung stayed nestled behind you, one hand resting lazily on your thigh. His light, steady breathing is only interrupted by the occasional kiss he gave you on the nape of your neck. Neteyam rested in front of you keeping you lovingly pressed into his chest. He kept a hand on your waist while his hips were angled upwards to press further into your gummy walls.

Being pressed between both of them left you in a tangled mess of limbs thrown messily over each other.

It was hard for you to even think about sleep with both of them keeping you filled like this. Every little move let you feel both of them rubbing inside of you.

You knew Ao'nung was a deep sleeper. There was no way you would be able to wake him with how content he was right now.

“Teyam” you whisper.

Luckily, Neteyam was a much lighter sleeper than your other mate. He hums a response lightly to you, still keeping his eyes closed.

“Teyam…’m so full”, you whine trying to grind your hips on him, but all that does is push you back on Ao'nung’s cock and stretch you open more. A staggered breath escapes your lips feeling the increasing pressure.

“I know, yawne. But we need sleep tonight.” he coos gently at you. Despite you being able to feel how his dick is twitching inside of your fluttering cunt, his face is still calm as ever.

“But Nete…need you to move…please”

“I’ll tell you what, if you sleep tonight, I’ll make sure to take extra good care of you in the morning.” he slowly drags himself out of you to just the tip only to push inch after inch back into your waiting walls.

You bite your lip trying to stifle a moan.

“Can you do that for me, tìyawn?” He says cupping your face with his hand and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. He finally opens his eyes half way to look down at your desperate, blushing face.

You are nothing short of gorgeous. If he weren’t so exhausted right now, Neteyam would absolutely have his way with you just like this. But he hopes that his promise of morning relief will be enough to satiate you for now. Luckily for him, you nod your head in agreement, making a small smile settle on his lips.

“That’s my good girl”, he kisses your forehead and settles himself to try and go to sleep.

Even though you agreed to wait until the morning, you still know sleep won’t come so soon. So you resign yourself to a long night of staring at the wooden posts of your marui until your body gives out, but Ao'nung’s voice quietly whispers in your ear, “Want me to help you out, paskalin?”

Taglist: @minnory @sussybaka10 @celess0 @funkyflamingo01 @itchaboi-itchyboy @loaksulluyswife @myloveforyouisforever @neteyams-wh0re @the-mourning-moon @wakanda-forever-andotherfandoms @zafrinaxyz @neteyamsyawntu @pandoraslxna @xylianasblog @hotdsworld @teyamsatan @sulieykte @neteyamsoare @neteyamswillow @cryinginthemoonpool @plooto @eywaite @quaritchsluts @jakexneytiri @luvv4j4ybe11 @eywascall

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oakbuggy · 5 months

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hi hi! happy holidays, im a few days early of christmas but my wifi is so spotty i'd rather be early than late!!

i just wanted to show some appreciation to some more people in the community that I've found just so nice!! There are so many more people I wish I could've gotten to, I've just run out of time+ideas, but I really hope you know regardless how much I find u all a joy!!

@anemonelovesfiction (for ur wishlist!),

@hotdsworld (fanart of their Warm Me Up Fic),

@tallulah477 (fanart of their Hunting the Tawtute Fic),

@blue-slxt(fanart for their Tame Me series),

@justcaptiannoodles (u and tonowari because yes!),

@jakexneytiri(thank u for doughboy na'vi!),

@itchaboi-itchyboy (i did not forget about ur oc with anke'ti😤),

@xylianasblog (fanart of Getting High with Aonung Fic)

thank u guys again! happy holidays!

#avatarficmas2023 #avatar12daysofkinkmas #doodle #avatar way of water #jake x neytiri #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #aonung #tonowari #OC #hopefully ill see yall again soon #lol pray for my internet pls

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teyamsatan · 7 months

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if anybody has ever read cruel summer, i hope you're gonna be even a tenth as excited as I am about this incredible drawing by the amazing @oakbuggy of a scene from the second chapter of my story. this was honestly one of the absolute best birthday presents i've ever gotten (not only cause i get to stare at two hot people for prolonged periods of time), and i will cherish it forever and ever. thank you to all the beautiful, incredible, phenomenal pookies (@sulieykte, @jakexneytiri, @pandoraslxna, @blue-slxt, @neteluvr, @tiredmamaissy, @neteyamsoare, @neteyamsyawntu) i am fortunate enough to call friends for commissioning this piece for my birthday.

enjoy, besties x

#trying to figure out how to censor this was a task and a half #avatar twow #neteyam #avatar #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam fanfic #atwow neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #avatar the way of water #tw: aged up #tw aged up #avatar smut

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tiredmamaissy · 1 year

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Little Secret

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: jake sully x na’vi reader x lo’ak sully

Warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, profanity, dub-con(?), heat cycle, dark/mr.stealyourgirl Jake, poor clueless Lo’ak, fingering, ab riding, oral sex (f receiving), infidelity, p in v

Word Count: 4.6k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: I had to make it fair, you know, since Jake stole Neteyam’s mate. I’m just in my dark era, guys I’m sorry. Also, @jakexneytiri practically wrote this. This is for you, bestie. I love you and your big, juicy, sexy brain, I just wanna give it a big smooch.

Synopsis: Lo’ak is away on a two-day hunting trip, and you unexpectedly go into heat. Good thing the Olo’eyktan finds you before anyone else does.

“Are you sure? I can stay back.” Lo’ak breaks the kiss, cupping your cheek.

“Yes, Lo’. My heat won’t come for a few more days.” you smile softly, hands resting on his chest.

Just a few more eclipses and your heat would be here. As much as you wanted your mate to stay with you, you knew it was important that he goes on this two-day hunting trip. Supplies were low and he was one of the few warriors in the clan equipped to travel far distances. You nudge him towards the door, but he stands firm, resisting your pushes.

“My love.” He rests his hands over yours, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Ma’ Lo’ak.” you say, eyes of innocence peering up into his.

“I can smell you.” he growls, briefly holding his breath to savour your faint scent.

His four words send shivers down your spine, hot breath prickling your skin. You could already feel your body’s arousal as the blood rushes to your cheeks, staining them a tinge of pink. You nibble on your bottom lip, chest tightening from the lustful eyes that bore into yours.

“Then you better hurry up and come back, alright?” you kiss him quickly and nudge him with shaky hands once more.

“So eager to get rid of me, huh? What? Have another na’vi coming to see you once I’m gone?” he chuckles, slowly retreating to the makeshift door.

“You know I don’t like when you make those jokes, Lo’ak.” you chide, offended that he thinks you’d do such a thing.

“Yeah, yeah. And what if I didn’t have anything against it?” he mumbles as you shove his shoulder, spinning him around to face the door. “Just as long as I get to remind you who’s really owns you after.”

Your tongue clicks in frustration. “Go, before the hunting party leaves you. Again.” you huff, giving him a final shove out the door.

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Rousing from your deep slumber, you find that the dryness in your eyes makes it difficult to open them. You groan, not feeling nearly as rested as you should after such a long nap. The grogginess is so overwhelming that your eyelids feel like two bags of sand, weighing heavily on your face. Lethargy so potent it slumps you into a torpor trance, ebbing away whatever consciousness you have remaining.

Just like that, you fall into yet another cycle of sleep.

A few more hours pass, the eclipse now in full bloom. A familiar dopiness washes over you, lips cracked and dry from hours and hours of no hydration. You attempt to swallow, only for you to struggle to gather any spit to wad together. That’s when another familiar sensation quickly sets in. One where your body heats up from the inside out, starting at the core of your being, radiating to your extremities. Accompanied by intense dizziness, you could barely piece together a coherent thought. Screams echo in your head, demanding for ‘water, water, water’. You try to shuffle to your feet, only for them to give out, causing you to tumble back onto the mat beneath you.

Sitting in an utter state of bewilderment, you force open your unfocused eyes, trying your best to scan your tent with blurred vision. “Lo’ak?” you croak out a dry throat, only to remember that he’s not here. “Ah. Right...” you think aloud, using the back of your hand to feel your forehead. “’s so hot.” you mumble to yourself, giving your forehead a quick swipe, beads of sweat now dripping down your forearm.

Do I have a fever? I don’t feel good.

A heaviness takes over your body, limbs growing weightier by the second. Soon you’re lying on your back, trying your best to wriggle out of whatever flimsy cloth you have plastered onto your skin. The knot on your loincloth is so tight, your fingers fumble around trying to untie it. Frustration brews deep in your chest, overflowing with nowhere else to go but up and out your throat in a loud grunt.

With sweat dripping in your eyes, you practically go blind – double vision now setting in. “Fuck.” you cry out, giving up on trying to untie the knot and just going for the easier route – pulling it down your legs. You hook your fingers under the band of your garments, pulling and tugging it to the best of your abilities. But your attempts prove to be futile, thanks to the heaviness of your body, you’re only able to get it about halfway down.

At this rate you’re panting and squirming around trying to get these soaked things off your hot body. You huff loudly, frustration only growing stronger by the second. Quickly moving up to your top, you slip it down your chest, exposing your breasts. A cool, refreshing breeze wafts through the flap of your tent, hardening your nipples into peaks. Eywa, did that feel good.

Your entire body prickles in fervour, heating up to a dangerous degree. You could no longer deny the way you feel – your arousal. The slick seeping from your folds is evidence of it. It coats your thighs the more you rub them together, making a mess on not only yourself but the woven mat beneath you. With your loincloth around your knees, you find it difficult to spread your legs. All you can manage to do is shove your shaky hand between your thighs to try and bring some sort of relief to yourself.

It's like an itch. An itch so deep that you can’t scratch it, no matter how hard you try – no matter how many fingers you use. Your digits fondle with your sensitive clit, doing their upmost best to establish some sort of rhythm in their strokes. The frustration boiling in your chest doesn’t help, it only makes it more difficult to do it properly – to make yourself cum. Your breaths turn raggedy, volume increasing with each swipe of your clit.

The pressure in your chest is immense. It’s like you’re about to implode if you don’t release the tension. Drool dribbling down your cheek, you curl into a ball for better access to your slit. All three fingers eagerly part your folds, prodding at your hole. You bundle them together, shifting your pelvis forward to sink them inside you.

“Ohh!” you let loose a loud, sudden moan, finally feeling some of the pressure release. With no strength to work your fingers, you lazily hump your hand, sliding them in and out of your cunt. You can’t help but let your heavy-lidded eyes close, allowing you to focus on the sensation budding in your womb. It feels so empty – so hollow. You just need to be stuffed to the brim and filled up.

All you can think about is your mate. The two braids that hang freely in front of his face, his brawny stature, his big hands, and lengthy fingers. The things you’d do to have them inside you right now, furling right into your g-spot, satiating that annoying itch deep inside you. Just the mere thought of it quickly turns your ragged breaths into lengthy whines and whimpers as you try to imitate your mate’s touches.

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Jake dismounts his beast, stroking its tough exterior in efforts to calm him. He had just come back from a stressful meeting about the sky people and their upcoming agenda. With their return, things have become arduous; hunting parties have been targeted on a regular basis, making it difficult to hunt in familiar, well-known areas. Therefore, the stronger, more equipped warriors have been venturing farther out to hunt, typically for a few days at a time, leaving the clan under the protection of Olo’eyktan.

Making quick strides towards the tents, he overhears high-pitched noises. Ears perking up, his head turns to the source of the whimpering and whining. If anyone is in any sort of trouble, it is his duty as Olo’eyktan to help. He follows the noises, only to be led to his son’s tent. Three na’vi men surround the hut, all facing one another, seeing who will back down first. “Men.” the Olo’eyktan speaks, breaking the tension. Their heads snap towards Jake, acknowledging his presence by signing ‘I see you’. “What’s going on here?” Jake asks, hands resting on his hips.

“Someone has left their mate in heat, sir.” one of the men responds.

Jake’s heart skips a beat. If this is his son’s tent, then surely the na’vi in heat is...you.

Seeing these three men linger around you triggers his possessive instincts, or perhaps it was your pheromones wafting past his nose. Either way, he didn’t like the crowd around your tent. “Erm.” he clears his throat, “I will take it from here.” he mutters. The men hesitate to leave, all looking at one another like a new challenger has arrived. “Dismissed!” Jake shouts, startling the men.

“Yes, sir.” they say in unison, bowing their heads and retreating.

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“Y/n?” Jake’s faint voice is muffled by your lengthy mewls and squelching noises you’re working out of your cunt. “Ah, shit.” he curses, hand flying up to cover his nose. “Y/n.” he calls out once more, approaching your trembling body with caution. “You in heat, sweetheart?”

“L-lo’ak? Is that y-you?” you pant, seeing a blurry tall figure approach you – eyelids too heavy to open fully. “I-I can’t take this anymore. I can’t – I can’t do it. ‘ts too much. too much. too much.” your teeth chatter as the words dislodge from your dry throat. “P-please. I-I... hah... ah - need help. Please. Please. Please.”, you desperately hump your slick coated hand. “Ngh - need... ugh – need w-water, lo’, please.”

Jake clicks his tongue at the sight of you squirming around with your loincloth halfway down your legs, trying to bring relief to yourself. “How long have you been like this, baby girl? Where is that boy? Hm?” he coos, fetching a cup of water.

He kneels beside you, feeling your sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re burnin’ up, look at ya. That boy leaving you in heat alone.” he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment. “C’mere, drink for me.” he hoists you into his lap, your fingers still hooked inside you as you nuzzle into him.

He perches your head in the dip of his arm and brings the cup to your chapped lips, watching you eagerly lap up the water. It feels so good, so refreshing – like putting ice on a burn. “M-more Lo’ak.” you mumble, clawing at the wrist holding the cup to your mouth, trying to tip more out of it.

“It’s not Lo’ak, baby girl. It’s Jake.” Jake speaks gently, pulling his hand from your grasp to get more water for you.

Jake? The – the Olo’eyktan? Oh Eywa.

“Here.” he tilts the cup to your lips once more, watching you quench your undying thirst. “Atta girl, y’must be hungry too.” he puts down the cup, “What do you need, hm?” he coos, swiping away the stands of hair stuck to your face.

“N-need. Need.” you blubber, hips spasming uncontrollably against your hand. “I-I need, m-my mate. Need. Ne – ngh! S-sir, ‘m so – oh! s-sorry.”

“It’s alright. You’re okay. ‘m gonna call for him now.” He presses the microphone on his throat comm, paging for his son.

“Boy. You really left your mate in heat? Get your ass here. Now.” He whispers harshly, lips curling over his teeth.

“She’s – what? Shit. Yes sir. Coming now.” Lo’ak responds.

Jake huffs out a sigh, eyes drawn to your sticky hand working at your pussy. He watches you struggle a little, fingers barely halfway inside you, covered in a glossy layer of slick. He could tell that the cloth binding your legs together is only making it more difficult for you to fuck yourself. Call it pity, or just plain corruption, but he wanted to help you so, so badly.

“Just gonna help you take this off, alright?” he hums, fiddling with the taut knot on your loincloth. Once the knot becomes undone, your legs snap open, aphrodisiac scent filling the tent. He couldn’t help himself, he had to look – to look at the soft flesh between your legs. It’s obvious his body is succumbing to the influence of your heat, warming up alongside you as you plunge your fingers deeper into yourself.

Meanwhile, you can’t help but whine and whimper, squirming around in his lap as you try to find a better position to hump at your hand. The frustration in your chest has budded into something else completely, something that’s making you feel feverish in your head. All you could think about was your desire, no– your need to be stuffed. You just needed to scratch that maddening itch, to put out that menacing flame.

Your fingers feel so raw and rubbed out, yet so numb at the same time. But you simply couldn’t bring yourself to take them out of you, to allow for the empty sensation to creep back in. Blood now simmering under your skin, you needed him to help you. Your free hand reaches out for his wrist, using it as leverage to place his hand onto your clammy chest. It snaps his gaze up to yours, searching your delirious, watery eyes.

“Hey, hey. No need to cry, alright? Try use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what ya need and I’ll get it for you.” he coos, face screwed with concern.

“Need – need help. Need help.” you repeat franticly, tugging his stiff hand down to your stomach. “’s not enough!” you blurt out, frustrated that he’s resisting your tugs.

“y’not yourself, y/n.” he even struggles to say the words, brows gathering to wrinkle his forehead. “’m not your mate, sweetheart.”

“Please.” you let out a pained whine, ignoring his warning as you tug even harder at his hand. “It – it hurts, sir.”

He grimaces at your vulnerable, carnal state. Blood rushes to his face, flushing his cheeks the more your pheromones smother him. He tries to hold his breath – his poor attempt to maintain his composure, but your scent is too potent now that you’re in the thick of your heat. Unable to deny his own arousal, evident in the tautness of his loincloth, he finds himself giving in, taking long, deep breathes to savour your sweet, sweet scent.

“God. You smell so fuckin’ good.” Succumbing to the influence of your heat, he yields to your little tugs, allowing his hand to slowly slide down to your stomach.

“Sir. Sir, please. I-I can’t take it... anymore” you hiccup, fingernails digging into his skin. “I-I need... ngh... haah.” you struggle with your words, allowing for your tugs to speak on your behalf.

“Say it.” he growls, slipping his hand down your sticky pelvis, grasping your slender wrist. “Say it so I can help you, baby girl.” the eager words slip out just as his eyes meet yours, insisting you give your spoken consent first.

“I-I need them inside, sir... right here, please” you pant, spreading your trembling legs for him.

“Right here?” he utters innocently, gently pulling your fingers out of your cunt, exposing your slit.

“Yes! Yes sir! H-hurry, please. ‘m so, so empty. It – it hurts.” you whine loudly, hips bucking on their own.

“Shh. Shh. ‘m gonna help you now.” he hushes you, sliding his palm over your pussy. “But we keep this our little secret, yeah?”

“Y-yes sir!” you sob, rolling your hips against his hand, coating it with a thick layer of your slick.

“Call me Jake.” he breathes, sliding two fingers inside of you. “Shit. So tight. So wet. Jesus, you’re soaked. You’re really in heat, aren’t you?” he fingers you roughly, furling and unfurling his digits into your sweet spot, expertly working out sloppy, squelching noises from your cunt.

“Oh fuck – Jake!” a loud, needy moan splits your lips. Fuck, did it feel so good. You’ve been unintentionally edging yourself this entire time, unable to reach this part of yourself with your own fingers. Not to mention the fact that Jake’s fingers are much, much thicker, and lengthier than yours. You couldn’t hold back the lewd noises evading your mouth.

“Yeah, right there? Look at you, making a mess on my fingers.” he chuckles, forearm becoming veiny from how roughly he’s fingering you. Your hips rolled against his hand, rubbing your clit against his callused palm as you chased your fast approaching climax. You yearned for it so badly that you allowed your body to take over for you, fucking his fingers as if it were his Lo’ak’s cock.

Oh, Lo’ak.

“i-is Lo’ak coming?” you barely get out, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Yeah, he’s coming, but I think you are too.” Jake smirks, feeling your heat spasm around his digits. “Go on, cum f’me.” Just like that, your sweet nectar coats his fingers, body convulsing uncontrollably in his lap as you release silent screams into the air. “Juust like that, good girl.” he hums, quickly pulling his fingers out of you to have his taste of you. “Jesus, you taste just how you smell.”

All you can feel is the ache of your womb, craving to be filled to the brim – the throb of your clit, begging to be stroked. Thick of your heat clouding your head, the emptiness creeps back in tenfold. Still having no control over your own body, you find yourself mounting Jake. Everything feels like a blur, hazy vision and dizziness take over, and before you know it you’ve knocked him onto his back.

“’m s-sorry” you hiccup, hips situating themselves on his stomach.

“Don’t be sorry. Do whatever you need, baby girl.” he reassures you, watching as your hands settle on his chest, supporting your heavy body as you grind into him.

At every rock, you coat his abs with your slick, and soon you were gliding back and forth on his stomach with ease. Each bump from his abs was hitting your clit just right, making you press yourself further onto him, pulsing clit desperate for the friction. “Want some help, sweetheart?” he asks, voice feigned with innocence.

You nod in a frantic manner, brows pinched as you hold your breath. He slides his hand up to grip your thigh, thumb lightly drawing tight circles into your clit. The little shocks shooting through your clit wind you, leaving you breathless. Your eyes slam shut, as you focus on the feeling budding in your womb once more and fuck, you just couldn’t stop the buck of your hips. Tiny, sweet mewls evade your lips as you grind into him once more. “Breathe f’me, y/n.”

Hearing the Olo’eyktan say your name in that way brings you back momentarily, eyes snapping open as a breath of air fills your lungs. “There you go. Don’t want you passin’ out on me.” he chuckles breathily, pressing his thumb into your clit a little harder. Jake’s eyes widen as he watches you leak all over him, slick dripping down the sides of his stomach. “Fuck. Gonna have to rehydrate you if you keep making a mess on me like that, sweet girl.”

“’m sorry, s-sir, mmn Jake.” you moan breathlessly, so, so close to cumming all over his stomach.

Jake hears a buzz of static in his right ear. “Dad? How is she? I’ll be there when the sun comes out.” Lo’ak chimes in through Jake’s earpiece.

“Need you to be quiet f’me, alright sweetheart?” he coos, edging you by slowing the pace of his strokes, only making you rock into him harder.

“She’s doing so well.” he praises you, voice bouncing with every thrust of your hips.

“Okay, dad. T-tell her I love her and that I’m sorry.” Lo’ak’s voice cracks.

“Alright, son. I will.” Jake utters under the trance of your heat, removing his hand from the microphone to place it on your other hip.

“Look at you, squirming around tryna make yourself cum. Want my help?” he asks, already manhandling your hips to yank you up to sit on his face. You look down through blurry vision as he situates his face between your thighs. His warm tongue feels so good that you can’t help but wiggle your hips down onto him, grinding into him. He takes every hump with fervour, lapping up whatever sweet nectar leaks into his mouth.

“S-top.” your breath hitches, word slipping out broken and hoarse. “m’gonna cum in your mm-mouth.” Jake squeezes your hips tighter and shoves your cunt further into his face, silently encouraging you to just do it already.

So, you do.

“Jake.” a little whimper parts your lips, “J-jake. ‘s c-coming.” your breath hitches, “Jake!” you cry out, feeling your walls clench around nothingness as the coil in your abdomen suddenly snaps in two. A pleased hum vibrates low in his chest as he follows each thrust of your hips, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face. Slumping over, you hold on to his hair, thighs closing around his face.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His cock throbbed so painfully in his loincloth he really felt like he was about to cum just from hearing you cry his name. The taut material was slick from his own arousal as precum oozed from his tip. He begins to thrust into the air, each squeeze of his hips rubbed his cock just right against his loincloth. He grunts into your cunt, hands sliding their way up your hips to your waist, using it as leverage to pull you off his face with a -pwah-. He gasps for air as he lies you flat on your back, positioning his covered crotch right at the swell of your ass.

All this rubbing just wasn’t enough, you needed something inside you – something to stuff you until you feel queasily full. But all you can think about is your Lo’ak. How you want his cock. How you wish the hardened bulge pressing firmly against your pussy lips was his, and not his fathers. But, oh fuck did his fathers cock feel so good, nestling itself between your plump folds. You just wanted him to fuck into you, right now. Your body wanted it more – it was evident in the way that your hips spasmed against him, trying their best to burrow this clothed bulge inside you.

“Whatcha doing, sweetheart? Tryna fuck me through my loincloth?” he chuckles, pushing back your legs until your knees brush against your flushed cheeks – exposing your glistening, soft pussy. “God. So fuckin’ pretty.” he swipes all four fingertips from your hole up to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves just right. “Hah. ‘m kinda jealous.” he admits, your heat heightening his territorial instincts.

Oddly, your body only seems to be growing hotter. It feels as if your skin is sizzling under his cool, sensual touches, making the tears stream down your face at a faster rate, “’s not enough... not enough... really – ugh! pleasee” you beg through a whine, not even knowing what for.

Jake knows. He knows exactly what you want – what you need. But he needs you to say the words first – to give him your permission to sink his cock inside you. And until you said those words, he’d continue to restrain himself from doing anything you didn’t outwardly beg for. He wraps your legs around his hips before wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“Oh, sweetheart. No need for those. Tell daddy what you need. C’mon, use your words.” he huffs, his own hips moving on their own accord – grinding into the softness of your pussy.

“Need you.” you pant, tugging at the band of his loincloth.

“Need me where, baby girl?”

“Inside! Need y-you inside me!” you blurt out, frustration so thick in your chest.

He didn’t even have the willpower to respond to you, as he finds himself franticly slipping down his loincloth just enough for his painfully hard cock to spring out, his tip swiping between your pussy lips before slapping against his belly. Holding the base of his length, he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Our little secret, right?”

“Yes” you pant, pelvis shifting to desperately sink down onto his length.

“Oh, fuck. So fuckin’ tight.” he groans lowly, head slumping forward the second his tip kisses your cervix. The more your walls clench around him, the more his restraint dissipates. His hips begin to move on their own, sticky pelvises languidly smacking into one another. Eyes glancing up to yours, he notices the sheer desperation in your eyes and quickly picks up the pace – fucking into you like an animal.

Your filthy moans catch in your throat, mouth agape as your brows gather. He’s so big, bigger than Lo’ak, touching parts of you that have never been touched before. It’s what you’ve been wanting, no – needing, to be stuffed like this, filled to the brim that you could feel it in your stomach. He angles his hips, jamming his swollen tip right into your swelling g-spot. It heavenly – so blissful that you could already feel that coil in your abdomen twist so tightly it’ll snap in two once more.

He can feel it too, the tightening of his core – the swift approach of his own climax. He ruts into you faster, focus shifting from your pleasure to his. He’s so overcome by the influence of your heat that the only thing echoing in his mind is to breed you. He just wants to flood your insides with his hot seed so badly, to mark you as his. It’s silly really, he had Neytiri in his tent waiting for his arrival, yet here he was thinking about knocking up his son’s mate.

“Want me to cum inside you? Get you pregnant, my little secret?” he pants heavily, thrusts becoming shorter yet deeper, and soon he’s grinding into your cunt, rubbing his pelvic bone against your clit.

“N-no, no. Don’t.” you mumble, yet your hips push back into his thrusts, trying to drill his cock into your womb so he could empty himself inside you.

“But your body is tellin’ me otherwise, baby girl.” he chuckles breathily, feeling your walls heat up around his cock. “You better cum before I do.” he huffs, giving your clit a single swipe – sending you over the edge. You gush all over his stomach, walls pulsating feverishly around his cock, doing their best to milk his seed into your womb as your body shudders underneath him.

You shake your head from side to side, haziness of your heat finally lifting from feeling so full. “Don’t c-cum in me, sir. Please” you hiccup, consciousness slipping away as he grinds into you.

“Jesus, fuck. You’re squeezin’ me just right. Gonna breed this little fucking pussy of yours. Make you mine.” he gives you a deep thrust, before barely pulling out of you in time to spill his warm seed all over your stomach. He rides out the last lap of his high in his hand as guttural, lengthy groans evade his lips. His head snaps up to see the sun’s rays shine through the cracks of the tent – Lo’ak would be here any minute.

He quickly fixes his loincloth before tying yours back around you. Going for a bucket of clean water and a cloth, he starts cleaning off your stomach. He tries to keep a straight face, pretending to cool you off with the cloth as he hears rustling behind him – the flap of the tent opening. He tries not the budge when he hears his son’s voice pierce the air.

“Thank you... for taking care of her, dad.” Lo’ak’s hushes his voice, realizing that you’re sleeping.

“It was no problem at all, she was a good girl. Handled it very well.” Jake mutters, plopping the cloth back into the water as he stands up. “I’ll leave ya to it, son.” he pats Lo’ak’s shoulder as he walks past him.

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LYS' 1K MOOT APPRECIATION PROJECT

In celebration of reaching 1k followers, I wanted to do show appreciation for some of the talented people on this app. I came back to this blog expecting to just consume more fanfiction and never expected to find myself discovering such a lovely community and having the honour of speaking to such wonderful people every day. All of my mutuals are such talented and lovely people and I wanted to celebrate this milestone by recommending some of my favourite fics from these incredible writers. Please read and respect all warnings and blog rules and most of all enjoy!

JAKE SULLY

But How Can I? by @touchedflowers

Bittersweet Reverie by @jakesullyfatjuicypeen

Boundaries by @cyberfreaky

Dulling Ache by @moxtailz

I See You by @heirtothekingdom

Lingo by @stargirlrchive

So Lovely, It Feels so Right by @reilicaria

NETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYK'ITAN

Before You Leave by @fleurriee

Beautiful Boy by @sunsents

Chosen by Eywa by @randxmthxughts

Cruel Summer by @andraga12

Ease the Ache by @lovemyavatar

Forever and Always by @jakexneytiri

Good Luck Kisses by @riadreams

Infatuation by @teyums

Starry Eyed by @wishuroses

Work of Art by @justasimps-blog

LO'AK TE SULI TSYEYK'ITAN

Am I Too Late by @pandorasbreathh

Aphrodite by @iwantjaketosullyme

Good Little Girl by @eclipseatsea

Midnight Rain by @andraga12

Stuck With Me by @theycallmesia

The Fall by @justasimps-blog

Quiet Love by @dreamywriter143

OTHER CHARACTERS

Ashes on Fire by @reyalvr (Ao'nung)

Busted by @kiris-wife (Ao'nung)

Freak by @yagirlheree (Ao'nung)

Hit Me by @xdbluesky (Ao'nung)

Punchable by @neteyamslovrr (Ao'nung)

Ralak te Sepawn ieyk-itan by @tiredmamaissy (OC)

Tìsom by @hinataashoyos (Tsu'tey)

I'd like to apologise if there's anyone I missed, I tried my hardest too look for a masterlist of all of my mooties and believe I got everyone who is currently writing fics. I'd also like to extend my love to all of my wonderful moots who aren't writers but are equally special to me <3

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Hi, could I get a fic where the Sully kids + Spider learn through Norm what a wedding is so they organize one for Jake and Neytiri? Thanks in advance.

Ask and you shall recieve! This is such a cuuuuuuuuuuute idea~!! Hope you and everyone likes it! Enjoy~!!

P.S: Cover was done by none other than @jakexneytiri check her page out! Thank you darling for giving me permission to use your art!

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A wedding? A wedding!!!

Tuk sighs dreamily as she twirls and admires a flower kiri picked for her. Admiring the pretty color as how the sunlight reflects it. It somehow reminds her of her parents' love story, how they met and how they mated. In na’vi standards, it was not ideal but to tuk, it was perfect. Forbidden love? How tragic and romantic!

Of course she has seen a few small handful of na’vi courting, and heard stories of her friends' parents' romantic paths. Yet she cannot help but wonder, do humans court the way na’vi do? Or is it different? Only one way to find out!

“Tuk, for the last time, I may be human, but that doesnt mean I know every human custom” spider patiently explains to a happy little tuk. Her tail sways in hopes she can gather as much information as possible. Even with spider’s lack of knowledge, she doesn't give up!

“What about uncle norm? He is from Earth, maybe he knows” tuk suggests.

Spider nods in wonder, slightly agreeing. But then he turns back to her, “why are you interested in human customs all of a sudden?” he asks. Tuk isn't one to search for anything human related, she is fine with what little she is exposed to.

With a happy smile, all too pleased to be asked that question.

“I know all about na’vi courting, but I wanna know about human courting! Mom and dad didn't do either, so I wanna know!”

Shrugging, spider seems to see her point of view.

“Alright, lets go ask uncle norm”

“I'm busy” Norman says without looking at the kids. They give him an unimpressed look.

“Reading star wars comics for the millionth time doesnt count uncle norm” lo’ak says deadpanned. Norman stayed silent for a few seconds before putting his comic away.

“What did spider or tuk eat this time?” he asks with a tired sigh. Both spider and tuk gave him a rather offended/surprised expression.

“WOW, you really take us for a couple of skxawngs?” spider asks, putting his hands on his hips.

“Sharing jake’s single braincell, yes”

“Whatever, we didn't eat anything mysterious, yet, but, tuk wanted to ask you something and now we all wanna know” spider defends while slightly pushing tuk forward.

Having norm’s full attention, tuk finally asks “How do humans court each other?”

norm ‘s shoulders deflated a bit, “of all people to ask, you had to choose the most single, and lonely human”

“Wedding? And the females wear white while the males wear black?” tuk asks as she sees some wedding photos lended by scientists who were married. Norm nods, “thats right. Of course not all weddings are like that, it is traditional but many choose other colors for their weddings” he adds.

Tuk looks at the various photos of brides, many in odd looking clothing. But all were so beautiful. Different long dresses, each unique to their own. Various flowers tuk has never seen before, and the grooms were also handsome. Wearing similar outfits but also in different styles. The more tuk learned about the concept of weddings, the more she began to form an idea.

“So, man and woman plan a wedding, woman finds a pretty dress to wear, walks down the tiny path to meet her mate, they kiss and marry right?” she reviews, norm nods again. Sensing something is up.

“Yes….”

“What are you thinking about tuktuk?” Kiri asks.

A mischievous little grin forms on tuk’s face. Her eyes sparkling with a devious glow. The expression reminds norm of the Grinch when he has a grand scheme.

Taking the day easy, jake and neytiri hold hands happily as they make their way to the village. They had a rare free day to themselves. No duties to attend to, no training, no meetings, no chasing their kids from death related troubles. None. They were free to do as they like.

And what they wanted to do for now was stroll in the village, perhaps collect a bit of fruit. Maybe later hunt for a delicious dinner neytiri has in mind. So many possibilities.

But….

“Woa, is it just me or are the people acting strange?” Jake asks, He and neytiri notice the odd behavior of the people. Many give them happy smiles, way too excited greetings, some even offer special gifts!

“Is there something we missed?” Jake wonders. Neytiri tries to remember but nothing seems to remind her.

As they walk further, there was a huddle of na’vi, all their eyes and ears facing the same direction. Jake and neytiri make their way through, and see someone giving them instructions….

“And look for white flowers! Anything will do, oh and those beads will do so nicely! Yes yes, and take the woven clothes over there! That path must be super pretty!”

It was tuk.

And she was giving directions to everyone like a tiny, cute boss.

“Tuk?” Neytiri calls out in confusion.

Her little one heard her, smiling, tuk makes her way to her parents with a happy squeal.

“Hey babygirl, what's going on?” Jake asks as he picks her up in his arms. Tuk just giggles and snuggles up to him.

“Planning your wedding! Duh!” she responds as if that was the most obvious thing.

“Wedding? What?” There were a lot of things going through his mind.

Neytiri was just as confused.

“What is a wedding?” she asks. But before tuk can happily answer, the rest of their children returns. With arms full of things.

“Ok tuk, took us forever but we got what you needed” lo’ak said with a tired sigh. He, neteyam, kiri and spider were holding flowers, beads, baskets full of white colored cloths, and black paint.

“Kids, what is going on?” Jake asks, more eager to know the answer. Because nothing is making any sense to him.

“Tuk wants to make a special wedding for you guys” kiri replies as she shows tuk her findings, who nods in approval.

“What is a wedding??” Neytiri asks a bit loudly.

Tuk clears her voice, “a wedding is a special mating ceremony for humans. They decorate everything so pretty in white! The female wears a special gown called a wedding dress, and she walks down a flower covered path to meet her mate at the end. Where someone who holds spiritual power blesses them, the mates speak their vows and promises and kiss! Uncle norm showed me!”

The little smiled so proudly of this knowledge being shared.

Jake inwardly groans. Damn norm.

“Tuk, sweetie, is that why are you doing this?” he asks another question. Tuk just rapidly nods.

“A wedding….” Neytiri repeats, still trying to wrap her head around the idea.

The sully family returned to their home in need of a family meeting.

“Why…?” she asks.

Tuk plays with her fingers, feeling more nervous by the second.

“Well…..you and daddy tell your love story all the time. How you guys met and stuff. But you never really did any courting like everyone else. Grandma says that courting is very important, to see if the relationship is possible. I thought a wedding would be nice for you two….cause you never courted…” she explained her reason.

Neteyam was sitting behind her, rubbing her back to sooth her.

There were many things to go over of what she said. Jake brings tuk over to his lap, releasing a deep sigh.

“Am I in trouble” Tuk asks worriedly. Both of her parents shake their heads.

“No baby girl, but you can't do things like this without telling us. Or even asking, how are you sure we wanted this?” Jake pointed out as gently as he could.

Neytiri turns her head towards her oldest four, “and all of you for not stopping her”.

“We also thought it was a good idea…” neteyam answers while scratching the back of his head.

“When uncle norm taught us how humans courted, tuk wasn't the only one to like the idea. And it is true what she says mom. You two never really had the chance to do it right. Why not now?” Kiri tries with calmness in her voice. Knowing her mother is very short tempered when it comes to anything human related.

Neytiri and jake look at each other, a special communication between them.

“You did take me straight to the tree after my trials were finished….” jake reasoned. Neytiri rolls her eyes but fondly remembers that night. Yes, she did, she was not going to let him slip away now could she?

And there really was no room for courting since the war started literally the next day.

Going over her options, Neytiri turns to tuk and jake.

“How does human courting work…?”

Whatever pace the people were working at, doubled. By either prayers, or some miracle of Eywa, neytiri accepted to wed in the human custom. Tuk wasted no time and needed back up from the help of uncle norm. Who became her second in command in all of the organization.

Her siblings become her little servants, repeating her orders to the people.

And someone had a big role to play.

“Come ma’ite, we must get you fitted” mo’at say with a bright smile on her face. Gently she tugs neytiri to her hut, kiri and other fellow na’vi woman takes her away.

“Fitted for what?” neytiri asks, feeling a bit excited for whatever is to come.

“For your wedding dress mom” kiri replies. Closing the flaps of the hut, the ladies began to work their magic.

While on the other side, jake was being taken to a different hut, being led by his three sons.

“Seriously?” jake says while raising an eyebrow.

“Tuk’s orders” lo’ak grins a bit smugly.

A few handful of Jake's friends entered the hut with him, with preparations of getting him ready.

“Oh, and dont forget to write your vows!” spider reminds as he snaps fingers in remembering what tuk told him.

“My vows?”

“This is going to take awhile”

“Oh yeah, its all coming together” tuk says, pride grows in her little heart as the wedding decorations and the set up is nearly completed.

Norm was beside her, whistling impressed. “Gotta hand it to you tuk, you do know how to design” he compliments. This makes little tuk humph with glee.

They were at the spirit tree, white veils, flowers, the Atokrinia’s floating around elegantly. Her image displayed ever so perfectly.

“Ok, it's all set tuk!” lo’ak says as he with kiri, spider and neteyam arrive.

“Good! So we are good to go!”

“Almost” kiri teases.

“We just need one more thing” neteyam smiles, but tuk was panicking a little.

“Did we forget something? It's the bells, isn't it? Dang it I should have-” she was interrupted mid sentence when she felt something land on her head.

Looking at what it was, it was a flower crown.

“A wedding isn't complete without a flower girl” spider says. Gasping in happiness and surprised, tuk shouts in great joy.

“Come on, we still got time!” the three siblings drag tuk away to have her be the prettiest flower girl pandora has ever seen!

The flutes began to play, releasing harmonic sounds as the notes echoed to the people’s ears. Ninat taking the lead of the melodious choir, her voice and the others balance with the instruments. In tune to perfection.

The Atokirina floating all around, giving the path a heavenly glow.

The people sat anxiously, all in rows as they respectfully cleared one long path.

A path the tuk carefully walks through as she delicately lays flower petals. A flower crown on her head, wearing the cutest light pink loin cloth and pearl like bead top. Tuk truly looked like a flower girl. Behind her was the bride. Her beautiful mother, The one where all eyes go to see.

Neytiri walks gracefully on the path her daughter leads. Wearing an all white outfit, her loincloth, her top, her head piece, and the veil she wears. All white. Her hair braided loosely behind, flowers decorated on her hair as well. Neytiri never felt more beautiful than she did at this moment. With a bouquet of flowers she holds tightly, her eyes search for her mate. The love of her life, Jake.

At the alter, at the root base of the spirit tree was Jake. In all of his might glower, wearing a black loin cloth as his warrior armor at the waist, his hair braided in the similar fashion he wore during the war. Feather and bead amended to the braids, and small black paint to enhance his handsomeness. Jake looked so good it made neytiri want to run towards his arms.

As they reached the altar, tuk took her place beside kiri who was wearing a style similar to tuk. Neteyam, spider and lo’ak beside their father as they admire their mother.

Jake offers his hand to which neytiri happily accepts. Removing the veil to reveal her beautiful face, jake could help but mutter “beautiful” in awe. Together they both turn to face mo’at who smiles with heavenly joy.

“Welcome everyone. Today, we gather in great celebration to bring these two wonderful people into union. Through trials and tribulations, these two souls have been challenged time and time again. But their love has pulled them through. Proving to us all that love truly conquers all. That being with your true one, anything can be accomplished”

mo’at gestures to Neytiri and Jake that it was time to say their vows.

But as they speak, tuk listened as best as she could. Hearing her parents story over and over never waivered with time. If anything it only sounded better each time. And hearing their vows right before her big eyes, it was adding a whole new perspective.

Yes, tuk is a sucker for romantic things. Even if her siblings tease her, tuk won't stop. And seeing this made her love romance even more.

“And by the great blessing of our great mother Eywa, I can now happily announce, Jake and neytiri as husband and wife! You may now-”

Neytiri didnt let her mother finish as she dragged Jake down to kiss him like her life depended on it. Jake happily reciprocates.

The na’vi cheered in celebration. Applause, screeches, everything was heard.

Tuk sighs dreamily as she sees her parents kiss.

“I can't wait to get married”

Kiri: “never”

Spider: "nope"

Lo’ak: “not gonna happen”

Neteyam: “over my dead body”

Okie so this kinda became a tuk main story but I like it how it turned out. What do you guys think? Until next time! See ya!

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headsincloud9 · 1 year

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His Slutty Little Waist

This is a series I made based on the community's universal agreement that Navi men have slutty little waists. So these collection of smutty fics showcase that little detail I hope you enjoy

This fic is dedicated to @jakexneytiri

Paring: Jake sully × femreader

Words 6.1k

Warnings: P n V, breeding kink, mating press, oral (male and female receiving), fingerings, dirty talk, pet names, implied size difference

Summary: you have a problem an obsession his name Jake sully and his slutty little waist. You thought you kept it hidden you thought your predatory gaze was lost in the sea of others.... but you were wrong

THIS IS SMUT 18+ MINOR DNI REPEAT MINORS DNI THIS IS 18+ THIS IS SMUT

Note: Post has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, and a few other things.

You had an obsession. If someone else said it you would have denied it, but you did and the only person to even get a confession out of you was your best friend I’xsil, she knew you better than anyone, so when you denied your obsession she stared at you until you came clean. What was your obsession: Jake... but what had your eye on him right now to be more specific to his waist... It stirred something fiercely in the pit of your stomach, and it came to the point that it made you sick. His waist was small and slender but toned and perfect to his frame. The things that swirled sinful in your mind did not even begin to be described. And that was where your mind was as you were staring down Jake like he was weak and easy prey out of the corner of your eye, so you would not bring attention to “Y/n…..y/n…Y/N” I’xsil voice finally reached your ears, and you jumped eyes, finally tearing themselves away from Jake and to your best friend.

I’xsil just stared at you only for you to say nothing staring back, like she had not caught you shamelessly eye fucking Jake mother fucking Sully AGAIN. “Y/n what just came out of my mouth” she asked. Y/n paled and then flushed with no idea what her friend had just said you were too busy distracted. Y/n’s eyes wandered again, but this time Jake was gone from his spot. The sound of a loud clap made y/n jump as you stared back at I’xsil “ For fuck sake y/n, you have a problem you are so caught up in jake and his looks you are a pain to even talk to. You groan putting your head in your hands “stop it I’xsil you do not understand his waist, his fucking sinful it is little and slutty yet toned…. i want to trace my tongue on his slutty little-“ I’xsil stopped you before the words could come out of your mouth. And you give a sinister grin, your tail thrashing with mischief, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “ i fucking hate i even asked…. is this payback for when I told you about the size of my mates, dick" she groans. y/n laughs and pushes her playfully “it might be now maybe you’ll back off when im busy” you mutter eyes searching for Jake again. Huffing your search unsuccessful, I’xsil smacked you across the head lightly “ no, what you need to do is come clean about your crush on him to him, and maybe you can get what you want. The man is unmated for Eywas sake there has to be a reason and I am sure he does notice the fact that a pair of eyes are on him all the time.” you grumble. You roll your eyes, getting up going to take a walk, get some air, and ultimately dwell on what your friend said unaware you had been overheard.

What you did not know was your friend’s observation was spot on, Jake had noticed you and your eyes no matter how you tried to hide it, he knew he could feel it; your stare was hot and desperate like a thirst that could not be satiated. It would be a lie to say he did not welcome it in fact he enjoyed it even making sure to wear his loincloth in a way that brought his body to your attention. He had been holding back to make the first move mostly to see if you would, but also he was not going to make a fool of himself if the stares were just that and nothing more. He could not deny that he had feelings for you bordering on a need that made his stomach churn and his cock jump at the thought of what he could do to you, the sound he could draw from your pretty lips. His tail swished at the thought as he felt your eyes on him again as he spoke to another clan member about something; he did not care to focus all he could focus on was you ... y/n. The heat left his body and he cut his eyes over in the direction he felt, and he noticed that you were now being scolded by your friend. The corner of his mouth was twitched in a smirk, with the idea of why you were being quietly yelled at…..he was the distraction.

He took his moment to get out of your line of sight, excusing himself, and thanked his teaching that kept him silent as he hid in the crowds of people going about their day and clan duties. He heard your voice his ears flicking towards the sound his curiosity getting the better of him as he listened to hearing his name “you do not understand his waist is fucking sinful…its so tiny and slutty yet toned…. i want to trace my tongue over his slutty little-“ he had to hold back a chuckle seeing you get hit by her with a mouth like that you needed to be taught to keep it preoccupied doing something else'' he swallowed thickly his mind conjuring up images of his sinful desire of you and now that he knew you had something for him he wouldn’t let you make the first move, not anymore. He watched you leave the forest and followed his bow with him. He did not know what he was going to do, but a few ideas were conjuring up in his mind.

Taking a moment to calm your mind as you walked you did not bother to bring your bow just the knife you carry on you at all times so you did not venture that far out from the village in case danger did occur, it was Pandora wild unforgiving and beautiful. The walk was working, and you began to focus more on nature around you “thunk”. Your ears flick hearing the noise again, and tell the sign of an arrow hitting something. Some must be trained with their bow, most likely with a new warrior. Y/n walks silently through the brush, making sure not to step on a stray branch or make noise following the sound of your tail moving slowly as curiosity takes over. Your eyes blow wide with shock, seeing it was jake. practicing his form. Y/n blinks, heart picking up and pupils blowing wide with complete fascination as you watch him pull the bow string taut keeping his posture straight and his core tight as he aimed. Your ears flick with a mischievous delight, eyes burning into his frame as you watch the abs on his torso tense and flex in anticipation of releasing something you could relate to. Y/n shifts the light of pandora casting shadows of the leaves in the brush you are hiding in yellow eyes wide tail-flicking. Unconsciously licking your lips, your eyes wonder again to his slutty little waist about the straps of his loincloth hanging even more loosely on him. Y/n shuddered feeling a heat wash over you swallowing hard wanting nothing more than to bite lick and mark that delicate blue skin that teased you since the day you first laid eyes on him. Y/n swallowed a whimper, watching him release an arrow. Y/n had no shame watching him for the heat pooling your stomach growing swirling like a heavy storm. Shifting y/n took notice of her own loincloth sopping from her own desire, eyefucking him and enjoying every minute.

Y/n’s head swirled with the same fantasy playing in her mind for weeks now on her back skin slapping skin, and hips slamming into her as you pulled him closer her legs wrapped around him his slutty little waist as he pistoned into her with no mercy muttering filth in her ears. Her mind played tricks “ good fuckin, ‘girl fir me~’ y/n heard him groan mind playing sinful tricks. You bite your bottom lip hard, swallowing a moan as the walls of your pussy walls clenched around nothing, a wave of arousal completely ruining your loin cloth. Y/n heard a noise: a stick breaking your concentration and an ear-flicking back alert. Quickly look over your shoulder eyes scanning for an unknown source that was not there. That second of distraction was your demise.

He let fly arrow after arrow waiting, his tail swishing in anticipation y/n would come looking like you always did hungry and drooling, wanting more. It was almost like a game a cat and mouse one he was getting sick of, he wasn’t used to having to hold this much restraint for something he wanted he very much like to claim what he found pretty, y/n his pretty little prey he plan to split open and devour like a starving palulukan. His mouth went dry at the thought of his tasting you ('dry mouth bringer of pleasure') swallowing thickly as his cock pressed uncomfortably against his loincloth begging for release, friction, and anything. He grunts in frustration he needed this to end before he did something without thinking and as fun as that sounded to him, he did not want to scare you off. His ears flick back and tilt his head as he draws back his bow again, having lost count how many times he would repeat his actions. He holds his position when his ears flick his tail in recognition of that burning feeling. A smirk graced his lips, was dangerous, and predatory for Na’vi. You are absolutely predictable. He readjusted his stance deeply, closing his eyes, as the sweetest scent filled his nose. His ears pressed back to his skull, and his tail was rigid as he suppressed the shiver running up his spine. Jake clenched his jaw gripping his bow until his knuckles went white that primal monster inside roaring to find the source. He nearly chuckled as he again inhaled the scent hitting him like a brick wall, exotic, sweet, and desperate. He exhaled, letting his mouth hang open, as his pupils blew wide with predatory lust. Jake went back to his ‘training’ he needed a moment where he wasn’t in your line a sight one moment for the love of Eywa one FUCKING moment. He cock was fully hard aching against his loincloth, begging for something anything…..Fuck it.

The disturbance of the forest perked his interest not because of the potential danger, but because the burning feeling subsided. He smirks, staring back at you from your hidden spot. He could make out your figure hidden in the brush if it were not for your obvious need, he would not have spotted you. Therefore, he waited for this moment. He grunts again, adjusting his loin cloth to accommodate the aching problem and his fingers twitching to stroke himself to ease the pain like he did so many other nights to the memory of your face in his mind. Jake crossed his arms waiting staring at his long abandoned bow. His heart soared, seeing your eyes scan back his direction, waiting for inevitable eye contact. He could not stop the smirk crawling over his face becoming a playful sneer, his eyes dangerous, as he stared right at you. Let’s dance y/n.

Y/n heart calms only a little scanning the brush around her, seeing nothing feeling nothing that would threaten you or your…. ‘Walk’. You sigh gently; your tail drooping ears relax before turning back. Eyes focusing back on it took a moment, but when you realized your heart stopped. Jake was staring at you…no that couldn’t be right, they both heard the movement he had to be searching. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, everything was fine, just a little paranoia…..Shit you really needed to get this obsession under control. But opening them is what made your heart skip a beat he was still staring at you and his smile got.. wider. Oh fuck….OH FUCK your heart picked up speed looking him over slowly getting as slowly as possible crawling back body picking flight over fight. But could not deny how much this turned her on. You closed your eyes, swallowing the whine of need that threatened to escape that would have given you up completely and with quiet footing and cautious sound you silently ran until the hot feeling that swirled in your stomach subsided into a dull pulse. Y/n sighs softly catching whatever breath is left in your lungs fingers touching the trunk of a tree closing your eyes to calm your mind and think. Maybe this was a sign from Eywa to move on. You had been caught, so now you had to do everything in your power to avoid him. Slowly relaxing your guard too low to pick up that the roles were reversed, you were being watched and followed. Y/n’s ears flick hearing noise pulling your head away from the tree only to squeal with large, strong hands gripping your hips and yanking you to them. “ mawey y/n mawey just me” a deep voice chuckles in your ear, your eyes threatening to roll back in your head from the sound of his voice. “J-Jake…. You scared me,” You hiss out breathless, unable to say much else your voice ready to give out from the sheer proximity not to mention your entire body the only thing keeping you grounded; his hands.

You feel his body vibrates as a deep chuckle comes from him “why because you got caught or you realized i noticed” he purrs in your ear his lips brushing against the tip unable to control the erratic flicking from the sensation. “I ... .mmm… it’s” you couldn’t form any kind of coherent thought, your brain working on less than 20 percent the other 80 was screaming "need him ... .need him ... .need him…. You felt his hand wander from the curve of your hip down the side of your thigh and up the swell of your ass squeezing “I… you… what y/n, you’ve gotten so shy after so boldly eye fucking me like a needy slut baby girl…too late for that” he chuckles his fingers squeezing your hip as the other teases your lower back

Y/n’s tail-flicked and thrashed from the ticklish touches, he left you feeling trapped that flight response kicking in shifting to move. There was a growl as soon as you made the smallest movement to move ignoring it you lean to pull away only to feel his hand grips and wrap your tail around his forearm the grip on your hip like steel as he yanks you back to his chest “did i say you could leave y/n you have nowhere to run now so accept that.” He hums his voice-strained desperate under a deep, predatory calm. A whine slipped through your lips as you began to submit to him, not as you wanted to run anyway. The bit of your stomach churned hot as his hand moved over the torso, and the muscles jerked to his touch as your breath caught in your throat. Your thighs press together departed for friction, and the fear of being caught swirled back into the scorching heat of lust. Your jaw dropped, feeling a tug at the base of your tail, feeling your own slick begins to coat your thighs choking back a whine.

Y/n feels his nose press against her neck hearing him take a deep breath only to whimper in primal desire “do you know y/n how i knew” he murmurs against your skin pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder scenting you. You let out a whine in response, unable to form anything other than sounds like a trapped animal, which, in Jake’s eyes, you were. He places and opens a mouth kiss to your shoulder groaning as your scent hits him like a brick wall his ear pressing back to his skull. “I could smell you…. Sweet, desperate…..” he groans his fangs grazing the sensitive flesh on the back of your neck begging to bite down. “ as if you could hide from me you become shamelessly wet around me, slutty girl.” He chuckles his hands wandering again up the front of the stomach, squeezing her plump breast with his fingers sliding under the soft beading of your top. “I’m….s-sorry Jake I will not do it again, ’ you struggle to leave.

Jake grows that devolve into a needy moan spinning your smaller form around to face him and he pins you to the back of the tree, eyes blown wide the gold you had come to admire was gone leaving a black swirling pit of lust and primal desire that was eager to swallow her whole. “No you don’t get it y/n I. Want . You. I wanna make you moan, make you writhe, make you mine only mine, ” he murmurs in your ear lips pressed to the youll licking it, slowly pulling a desperate whimper from your lips for it to be returned with one of his own tail thrashing. “ I’ve been patient and I’ve given hints but you have been…..frustrating i even indulge your little obsession what was it you called my slutty little waist." You blush harder than before looking down at his waist, his loincloth hanging so low one tug, and it would fall off. “And I'm willing to do it again, let you keep your little obsession but you have to do one thing for me… can you do that” he asks breathlessly, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. You gasp fingers gripping his hip not to lose your own self as you were trapped under him “ Give into me…. give in. " he grows out watching as his hips jerk forward. To press into yours. You whine feeling the friction of his bulge on your ruined loincloth “words a baby girl.. I need the words" he demands. You stare up at him, eyes wide with lust “yes.”

Jake smiled down at you and pulled you into a searing kiss, your mind clouding as you kissed back moaning desperately into his mouth only for his tongue to slip into her mouth dominating her tongue exploring your mouth as he groaned in satisfaction finally having your mouth on his. You pull away begging for air looking up at the man still holding you like trapped prey, eyes widen feeling something hard hit your lower stomach hearing a sigh of frustration from Jake and looking down seeing he was more than just emotionally frustrated, he was completely feral. “You see what you do to me y/n…now be a good girl and get on your knees” he groans his hands cupping your neck.

You fall to your knees taking a moment to kiss down his torso licking and bitting at his waist your mind in a lust-filled haze your darkest desires bubbling up to the surface spurred on by his needy whines and deep groans “ fuck y/n you do have a fixation. You look up at him licking a long stripe up his waist, tugging off his loincloth, watching it drop your jaw doing the same. His cock hit his stomach with a light smack, and your eyes grew wide, unconsciously wetting your lips and licking them slowly. “Don’t do that y/n im barely holding on and i will fuck your throat if you do that again” he groans out voice strained a chuckle escaping him. However, you could feel his grip tightened on her hair a warning to his threat, making a very delicious promise eyes glittering with a dark mischief you looked over his cock the thick mushroom head angry and leaking a sinful amount of precum, thick shaft with the glow of his freckles a massive vein underneath her tongue begged to lick. You lick your lips again, and water your mouth as your lips are subconsciously parted. “Please…daddy” you whine. He chuckles, growling whatever restraint he had gone his eyes glaze over as he slides his cock past your parted lips. Your eyes roll back, finally having what you wanted, her tail thumping the ground in delight swirling her tongue around the thick textured shaft eyes welling with tears from the size.

Your ears flick back hearing a chuckle that devolved into a hiss and whimper as he took a moment to catch his breath “fuck my mind didnt do your mouth justice. The urge to ruin your throat is mind shattering. mmmm~ fu-uck… tap my leg three times if you need to stop okay” he says to you. You took matters in your own hands, pushing your head down the length of his cock gagging slightly as you deep throat his eyes watering blinking away tears. A wave of pleasure rushed through your body and heard him groan your name; the thick head pressed deeply into your throat. Jake pulls away a panting head tilted back staring down at the slutty sight before him; on your knees, mouth open, tongue out as sinful string of precum and spit connecting your glistening lips to his cock’s tip, wide eyes ... .all his. He grows and slides his cock back down your wanting throat with strained groan pressing as long as he could bottom out in your throat “ breath….. baby girl relax, ” he chants, hooking his wrists around the back of your neck and clasping his fingers.

Y/n coughs trying to relax their throat and breath, easier said than done you could feel twitch and throb in your throat your eyes rolling back in your head relishing in the feeling as your swallow around him trying not to gag. You gasp in relief feeling air grace your lungs again as he pulls out to the tip and snaps his hips slowly sliding his cock back inside you bob your head looking up at him before he can move his hips swirling your tongue around the shaft, teasing a thick vein that runs up the side. The sounds of Jake’s moans and the slurps of the sloppy blowjob echo in the forest around them. “ fuck wait wait y/n mmph~ ” he growls and yanks your head from his cock with a harsh pull forcing you to look up at him with drool and salty precum coating your mouth ad trailing down “ i don’t want to come in your mouth…..at least not this round” he chuckles

Y/n tail thumped on the floor and hip grinding begging for friction. Jake tilts his head, ears flicking back and smiles “ lay back “ was all he said to you and so you did. He hovers you, pulling you into a hungry kiss. His lips trailing down your skin, you let your head fall back, your body over sensitive from the lack of stimulation sending your body into a touch-starved frenzy shuttering and arching towards his lips as he bites and kisses down your body. He takes a minute as he worships your body to look you over and remember the way you looked at the soft light freckles that adorned your body glittering with the changing shade and sun. “ fuckin’ beautiful fir me “ he purrs nuzzling your hips nipping the skin before his eyes come to your loincloth soaked in your own slick ruined and clung to your cunt. He pressed his nose into your soaked loincloth with the sound of your own sopping wetness invading your ears, making you blush and moan the pressure causing you to gush and roll your hips. He inhales arousal, his tail thumps erratically, ears pressed flat to his skull “make you new one” he grumbles and your eyes widen hearing the subtle sound of his knife cutting through your loincloth and tossing it away. You hiss, feeling that the air hit your soaked cunt, biting your lip squirming. Jake grows fingers gripping your thighs as he holds them open. He runs his fingers over your thick-fold hissing "you are soaked…. bet I could slide all in one go, " he chuckles not waiting for your answer as his hot wet tongue licked your slit from opening to clit his tail thrashing as he tastes your sweet juices. You sob your thighs shaking as you feel his tongue part your opening, exploring inside you as his lips latched onto your clip sucking for a dear life. "Fuck ja-jake….OH fucking god–’ you whine gripping his hair the sweet friction causing the forest above to go hazy in your vision your brain clouded with just him. Your head tilted back your vision, a blurry mess unable to focus on anything, but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and his two fingers that slid slowly inside your trembling cunt. You let out a sigh; your moan choked off as you arch your back clenching greedily around his fingers.

He groans, his jaw goes a bit slack as he feels his fingers slowly slide inside without any resistance. The walls of your cunt clench around his fingers for dear life, a high-pitched hiss escaping your lips as you hid your face in your arm. “So fucking….. I may not survive.” He murmurs more so to himself than to you. Your hips move on their own, rolling a wave of heat and pleasure rushing up their spines and through their bodies. You whine feeling his arm presses down on her hips, keeping you still. “Greedy little thing…..trying to take it all, ” he teases, hooking his fingers up the pads of his middle and ring finger massage and tease searching. You whine and whimper for more until a strangled squeak left your lips a wave of heat and pleasure ripping through your body, a river of your own juices splashing onto his fingers.. “Fuck right there” you squeal eyes rolling back body already addicted to the feeling. He chuckles “there it is….” He murmurs and gives a mischievous smile before continuing his movements, his lips latching on to your clit, and his tongue tracing shapes over and around your clit with sinful precision that made your toes curl as he abused your g spot. Your back arched your heart racing as you gave it to his mouth. Pleasure rolling through you in waves with each hard suck he gave. “Jake…..fuck….. Oh, ’ You could barely form a sentence as he continued his ears flicking back hearing your sinful moans mix with the wet squelching of your pussy as his fingers stretched and pumped your clenching walls your slick dripping down his wrist.

Y/n could feel the knot in her lower stomach curling tighter as you rolled her hip. Her walls fluttered and clenched as you were slowly coming undone; you tugged his hair by moaning his name into the air, shaking her body. ” You sobs “gonna…. gon-ahhhh–’ You whine, squirming his signal you were going to cum, he looks up his finger replacing his tongue pressing onto her clit, his fingers unrelenting on your g spot. A dangerous grin on his face “that’s it a baby girl cum for me... Let go~’ he grows panting, his voice strained, holding back his own pleasure for your own. He kisses and nips at the junction where your thigh meets your hip before latching back to a sensitive clit. Your eyes roll back as the cord breaks the heat rising through your body and crashes over you, screaming his name back arching legs shuddering around his head as white stars fill your vision. Your pussy gushes flooding his mouth with your juices, he greedily drinks, savoring your sweetness. “Good fuckin girl for me” he grunts in your pussy.

He pulled his fingers away, kissing the Clit before sucking his fingers clean. He watches you pant your eyes unfocused and glazes over a blissful smile on her face. You pant slowly coming down the blood flooding your ears, as your heart raced in your chest. You felt a hand on your cheek tapping softly “ don’t fade away just yet pretty girl.” He purrs in your ear, flicking to his soothing voice and grounding you slowly. Jake crawled over you, placing your legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. He tangled his fingers in your hair on either side of your head, gripping as your forehead touched. In a very intimate pose, the length of his cock lying pressed between the slick puffy folds throbbing with need as a precum drooled from the tip of his cook pooling on the lower stomach. Your heart leaped tail thrashing as your body knew ‘ mating press mating press.’ He groans and slips his braid over his shoulder, holding his neural queue in his fist the silent question his hips moving back and forth sliding in between her slickfold grunting his breath quivering as he stared at you his ears pressing flat to his skull as the tip of his cock pressed and nudges your clit. You slowly find your braid and hold it up looking at him for an entire conversation just through your eyes. He watched the tendrils wriggle and writhe anxious to connect to make the bond when they did everything come crashing in. Y/n could feel his lust, desire, restraint hanging by a thread, and love turned obsession pulsing through his body. He grows rolling and grinding his hips, sliding his cock over your pussy coating in your juices. A sob of frustration as his head hit your clit four times.

He pressed open mouth kissing up his fingers gripping near her scalp, licking the front of her neck, and quivering with the need to break with strain. “Can i fuck you….” He murmurs into your skin, his sharp canines grazing over your shoulder, and watering as he wants to bite so hard. “Please” he growls his hips shuddering. You nod whimpering bucking your hips desperate for him to thrust inside “words baby” he murmurs his movements unchanging even in his desperate state he’d make sure you were starved “fuck me jake….. ruin me” you beg.

Y/n's heart races with anticipation as you feel the tip press and prod at your opening heart soaring, your body finally gets what it wants. He growls gripping your hair “ well when you beg like that dirty how can i resist but i'm not going to hold back…but you knew that didnt you when you spent teasing me” he growl and snarls letting the little restraint he had go and dropped his hips sinking his thick hard cock into your awaiting cunt with no resistance. You squeal your walls clenching around him tightly, fingers gripping his waist as you feel him punch the air from your lungs with a single thrust, and nails scratching into his skin as you try to ground yourself. “ holy fuckin-” he grunts his mouth hanging open his tail curled around your thigh as his ears press back overwhelmed by the feeling as he felt you through the bond. “Your are….. Tight, greedy little cunt sucking me in” he pants peppering kisses on your skin wherever his lips could reach trying to let you adjust, but that was easier said than done.

You felt his hips moved, grinding right on your cervix, sending delicious shocks of pleasure up your spine. The mating press left you to the mercy of his whim a thought that made your pussy walls clench in delight pulling a deep groan from Jake “nnnnghhhh~ uuhhhhhh~ fuck clenching around me like that” he buries his face into your neck and lifts his hips up his cock. Scrapping deliciously over your g spot until only the tip remained, he dropped his hips again slamming hard into you. Eyes rolling back you scream as the thick head of his cock hits your cervix. He curses “sucking me in so tightly fuck y/n I don’t think i can hold back.” He begins to thrust, dropping his hips and lipping out from your greedy cunt with little control, his mind going into a feral autopilot giving into the sweet pleasure crashing through him. You moan out tears streaming down your cheeks in pleasure as your nails dig into his waist, leaving red welts as you arched her back her chest and stomach pressing to his hiss, forcing his hips deeper. He grows speeding up his movements slamming into you, with reckless abandon lost in the feeling of your tight clenching walls and your sweet moans filling the air. “Mine. All. Fuckin’. Mine.” He growl out of each word punctuated by deep thrust. A sinful mix of your moans and the sloppy sounds of skin hitting skin filling the air around them in a sweet song that only spurred deeper into the pit of lust, Jake trapped you in. Your walls clench greedily around his shaft coating him in your juices. He observed that the thick white ring of cream wrapped around the base of his cock “fuck i guessed you were a dirty little slut by the way you looked at me, but this is much better. He growls rolling his hips as he picked up his pace his fingers, finding your clit again smirking as he watched you scream and writhe under him.

You shake and sob the tears streaming down your face, the pleasure overwhelming as he covers your lips with his own swallowing your pleas and sobs of pleasure as he toyed with your clit “more” you beg desperate for another release. He grins “ I like when you beg like that.. If that is what you want, then I am going to shape you to me, ” he nips your ear and snaps his hips down his pace bruising your cervix as he plows into your squelching cunt leaking and pouring juices, soaking not only the forest floor but also his cock. His words a satisfying promise, as her cunt refused to let him go sucking him deeper with each thrust milking him for the one thing her body craved his thick hot cum. “Mine baby girl say it who do you belong to” he hisses the brutal pace making the coil in your stomach only squeeze tighter and tighter “you Jake, m’ yours, own me” you beg crying unable to hold back.

Your second orgasam hits like a brick wall; your pussy walls quivering and fluttering before letting go. His name leaves your raw throat screaming, as he fucks you through your orgasam. “ there we go that’s it let it go… goood fucking… oh fuuck” he growls praising her cut off by what happened next he could only watch. You feel an uncontrable tingle as he fucks you through your orgasam and you squeal shaking as a hot sensation rips through you, and the sound of liquid gushing and spraying fills your ears, feeling it splash coating the forest floor your thighs and Jake’s cock. He chuckles in a lust filled admiration “she’s a squirter slutty little thing I am so glad I made you mine.” He slams back into you without warning of the pain of overstimulation mqking you scream, but it was a good pain. “ Now it my turn” he growls, keeping his brutal pace growling and moaning in your ear chasing his own release. “ you’re mine y/n…say it who do you belong to” he demands. You cling to his arms around his neck as he slams and rolls his hips into yours; his movements become sloppy with his ragged breathing, and he is close. You roll your hips against his not knowing; in your words, you would push him over the edge. “ cum inside ... .I want it ... . Please beg licking a long stripe up his neck and groan his hips snapping down harder. yeah, you want it baby for me to fill you. M’ gonna give you a baby okay" He rambles “all round f'me, all mine. He rambles “all round fir me all mine…. Fuck… fu-fuck shit”. He growls slamming 3 good rough times before sinking deep and releasing inside you as he bit into your neck drawing blood and licking the wound.

You gasp pulling him into a kiss panting for air looking up at him with wide glazed over eyes biting her bottom lip giggling in sex drunk happiness, as his bite ripped another orgasam through your body. He chuckles and kisses her deeply as they both descend from their high. He smiles looking down at her “im not letting you go now baby girl not when i spent this long wanting you… you made it hard” he nuzzles you before slowly pulling out of your tired limp body’s and pulling you into his arms. “I nearly took you in front of the village” he murmurs to himself

You snuggle deep into his chest humming “ m’sorry” you murmur tired. He chuckles hearing your fatigue “s’kay I have you now and we can make up for lost time”, ’ he chuckles kissing you again letting you rest for now anyway.

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