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cyberfreaky · 9 months

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wait wait..dilf!jake who is obsessed w/ his mates tits & can’t keep his hands off them <3

— nsfw content (18+ MNDI), nipple sucking, clit stimulation, p n v, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names.

✮⋆˙ DILF!JAKE FINISHING ON YOUR CHEST.

— he’ll be fucking you mercilessly, your trembling thighs hooked over his shoulders while his fat cock stretches you out. jake would take note of your screwed up expressions, and your broken sobs of pleasure. he’d feel your velvet walls were squeezing his length, your golden eyes rolling to the back of your head. you’d cum soon enough, letting out a loud moan that could be heard from everyone in the village.

— “shit..you want daddy to fill ‘ya up?” he’d croon, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his climax approached. jake always gave you the choice, and his eyes soon darted to your bouncing breasts. “or should i cum all over those pretty tits?”

— you’d only nod eagerly for the second option, unable to speak without your words coming out as incoherent blabbers. you could see the milky ring that covered jake’s cock, your release coating him deliciously as he pounded your soaking pussy.

— he’d soon pull out of your heat, positioning himself above your chest with heavy pants. jake would pump his cock a few more times before his cum painted your plump tits white. “oh, f-fuck.” he’d groan deeply, watching as his load spurted across your bare chest beautifully. you’d catch a few drops of his release in your mouth, earning a strained chuckle from jake. “well look at that.” he’d drawl, caressing your wet lips with his thumb. “little, fuckin’ cumslut.”

✮⋆˙ DILF!JAKE LOVES SUCKING YOUR TITS.

— he is obsessed with your boobs. he could easily get off from just touching and sucking them.

— jake would have you laid on your back, his lips latched onto your hard nipple as he sucked it fervently. his other hand would cup your right breast, massaging the fullness in his palm while he pinched and rolled the nub between his fingers. he’d grunt hellishly as he played with your tits, swirling his tongue around the pointed nipple.

— he’d be dry humping the mattress below him, his throbbing cock rubbing against the firm surface. he’d moan vulgarly as he sucked your breasts, already on the verge of climaxing. his sticky, pre-cum had already dampened his loincloth, and he was so close to making another mess.

— “mmhm..” you’d moan softly, pressing your chest against jake harder as your back arched off the bed. the feeling was euphoric. and it’d heighten once jake’s hand left your breast, now forming languid circles into your clit. “o-oh my..god!” your mind went fuzzy from the added stimulation.

— “shhh, baby.” jake would coo, his words muffled as his mouth worked on your nipples. he’d alternate between both breasts, his pointed canines gently biting your soft tits. a trail of indents would be left behind, some grazed with droplets of blood. but jake would lap it up quickly, pressing soothing kisses on the broken skin. “let daddy take care of ‘ya.”

✮⋆˙ DILF!JAKE LOVES TIT JOBS

— when you first became intimate with jake, he knew he had to ease you into sex with him. you were struggling to adjust to his girth, so he’d found other ways to satisfy both your needs for the time being. thigh fucking and tits jobs quickly became his favourites.

— his thick cock would slide between your full breasts, lubricated by your saliva and his own cum. your arms would squish your tits together, applying tighter pressure around his length. “that’s a good girl.” he’d praise you through hoarse grunts.

— jake’s leaking tip would slip past your lips with each thrust, creating the most delicious combination as he fucked himself. you’d keep your mouth open wide, your tongue dripping with spit and wetting his cock even further. “gonna make me cum already, hon.” his words were breathless and strained. the way your eyes locked with his was tantalising, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked his bulbous tip. “christ, yr’ gonna kill me.” jake would grunt loudly, his hips bucking even harder as he neared his orgasm. you were absolute perfection.

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asimpwithfreetime · 1 year

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Our baby (Yandere! Platonic! Sullys x sickly born! Daughter/sister! Reader)

Summary: Y/n was born sickly, scaring all her family a few times in her life with that condition. Now she is doing better but they are all overprotective of her now. (Just a bunch of cute fluff scenes with them and then yandere stuff)

General warnings: yandere behavior, yandere sully family, manipulating/ fear tripping yandere! Jake, violent! Neytiri, fights between Neteyam and Lo’ak, purring! Loak,

Content warnings: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

The Sully family was really close, all of them orbiting around Y/n. Y/n was born sickly and usually got ill more times in a year.

Everyone took good care of her. From her protective parents to her little sister, Tuk. Do not forget about her three older siblings that would do absolutely ANYTHING for her.

Jake never let her do anything remotely dangerous, what if his baby got hurt? He wouldn’t survive it. Also, why did she need to know that, she already had him, right?

“You ready, baby girl?” Jake asked his daughter, bringing her close to his ikran. She wanted to fly with one but he didn’t let her. Instead, they could fly together. He helped her up and sat behind her. Once she steadied her posture, he held her in place and they started flying.

At first it was fun but suddenly, the ikran almost crashed into the ground a few times. Jake protected Y/n. She didn’t know he was doing it on purpose. She screamed and cried, holding her dad as a life line.

“There, there, my baby” he cooed once on land. “This is why I don’t let you fly, I don’t want you hurt” he said. She hugged him tightly in between sniffles.

Neytiri was at a whole other level. With a simple “NO” and a hiss she would have everything settled. She even blackmailed and threatened a bunch of Na’vi in the clan to tell her daughter off whenever she tried to sneak around. If other people convinced Y/n, she wouldn’t be the bad guy.

She would be always there for her. As the daughter of the Tsa’hìk she new a lot about medicine and she would cure her baby. She knew how fragile Y/n was and she wanted to protect her baby. She never got aggressive against her, but Neytiri would punch to literal pulp anyone who tried to tell Y/n she didn’t need her family on her all the time.

Neteyam needed Y/n as he needed to breathe. She was his everything. Jake was really stern on him and he could always run to Y/n and still be seen as a hero and a role model. He loved the way she admired her big brother. He liked being appreciated.

He has fought Lo’ak over who loved her more in the past, close enough to draw blood. Jake had stopped them but it was always the same. Neteyam would cuddle with Y/n whenever she was sick, even if it was contagious. He didn’t mind. If he got sick taking care and loving his baby sister, then so be it. Eywa sent him the mission of being there with her. And don’t even think about dating. Neteyam would get caught, but he would kill any boy that looked at her more than twice.

Lo’ak teases Y/n’s sickness sometimes, only if she was going to laugh or crack a smile. He loved her laugh, it made him fill useful. Y/n was his reason to go on. He would be lost without her. In a forest of darkness, she was his moon, his night sky and his guide. She didn’t know it, but she was.

He loved holding her close when she got better from an illness, hearing her heartbeat and purring happily lulling her to sleep.

Lo’ak loved to get on fights just to get treated by his sister, she had such a gentle care that he couldn’t deny it. And maybe he didn’t create fights sporadically. He would fight Na’vi he knew had a crush on Y/n. He would teach them a lesson.

Kiri wasn’t violent physically, but verbally. She had destroyed a lot of people just with the power of the word. And whenever someone made fun of her sister for being sickly or for being weak, or someone would DARE to be in love with Y/n, she would make their live a living hell.

With Y/n she was all soft and gentle. As Y/n wasn’t allowed out alone, Kiri would bring her flowers, rocks and everything interesting she found while going for a walk. That way Y/n could experiment the wonders of Pandora form the safety of her home.

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jakexneytiri · 6 months

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okay but dilf!jake hating your bf and when he’s fucking you hes making fun of you for hanging out w that boy

YUM. YES.

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“does he ever have you like this?” jake’s words come from above you, while his glistening skin smacks against yours in sharp, rough thrusts.

“does…he…hmmm?” you hum gently, too fucked out to fully think straight.

“does he make you feel this good? d’ya ever go dumb on his dick like this?” jake asks. he raises a calloused hand to grip your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

your walls immediately clench around him, loving the feeling of his aggressiveness.

jake continues his rough pattern, rutting into you like he hasn’t fucked in weeks. except, it’s only been 24 hours.

desperate, filthy moans are the only noises escaping your lips, truly getting fucked dumb by your olo’eyktan.

“he’s- ohh, mmmm……..not you, if that’s what you’re asking.” you pant softly, inhaling sharp quick breaths.

“s’ not what i’m askin’. does. he. make. you. feel. good?” jake repeats himself, each pause delivering a sharp rut of his hips into yours.

“oh, fuck…” you whine, as his cock continues to repeatedly hit that perfect spongey spot inside you. “does neytiri make you feel this good?” you smirk, attempting to change the subject. sure, your boyfriend gets the job done eventually, even if you have to imagine him as jake to do so. but jake’s just…better. in every way. but you won’t dare admit that to him, his ego’s big enough as it is.

jake chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw so hard you’re swear it’ll leave bruises. “we’re not talkin’ about me, hon.”

a low grunt escapes his lips as the tip of his cock bulges just beneath your navel, earning a satisfied moan from you.

“does he fill you up like this? huh? does he even reach this spot of you, sweetheart?” jake’s thumb runs over the bulge, smirking as he looks over your body. “c’mon, what do you even see in him anyway? candy ass bitch. he’s small, isn’t he? that’s why you need a nice, thick cock like mine, yeah?” he questions, even though he already knows the answer.

“he…he’s…..nice!….and he….fucks me whenever i ask.” you moan out, eyes closed from the pleasure building deep in your womb.

“do you even come? how long does it take him, five minutes? ten?” he teases, smirking as he settles himself in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. “you shouldn’t have to ask, hon. ‘course he’s gonna say yes, who would be dumb enough to say no to you?” reaching his other hand up to your breast, he gives it a hard squeeze, thumb and index finger pinching your sensitive nipple.

“of course i come.” you state, eyes rolling back as you playfully shove at his chest.

“that right? i think if you did, you wouldn’t have my cock buried in your cunt right now, baby.” jake smirks as he says this.

“and he’s terrible in training. tuk could shoot better than he does. then again, can’t blame him if he’s thinkin’ about this sweet pussy all day…..” raising his thumb to his lips, jake sweeps his tongue across the calloused skin, lowering it back down to press against your sensitive clit. slowly, his thumb works in circles as his cock continues to abuse your cunt.

jake feels your walls clamp around him, groaning as his thrusts begin to pick up an even faster rhythm. “jesus, baby. you keep squeezin’ me like that and i might just send you back to that loser with my load inside ‘ya.”

“do it. see what he does.” you pant, challenging him. but jake just smirks and shakes his head.

“kid’s terrified of me. won’t even make eye contact during training. maybe i should mention what a good fuck his little girlfriend is, hm?”

“ohhh, fuck. shut up and fuck me!” you plea desperately, clinging to the nape of jake’s neck.

“so filthy when i’m fuckin’ you dumb, huh? is that any way to ask?” jake tsks, slowly pulling out of you.

“nonono! i’m s-so close, please!” you beg, thrusting your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for jake to slide himself back in.

he just shakes his head as he grabs your hips firmly, turning you over onto your stomach. his fingers dig into the skin on your hips as he raises them up. he grips his cock, tapping the tip of it against your abused hole before he plunges back inside of you.

you let out a loud moan as jake uses one hand to hold your hands behind your back, while the other grips your queue, allowing your back to arch just the way he likes.

the sensation of pain and pleasure is too much for you as your orgasm rips through you, violently shaking and coming undone on jake’s cock. all he needed was to feel your walls fluttering against him to come undone, as well. hot, thick seed coats your womb, filling you so deep you begin to feel bloated from how full you are.

jake continues to ride out his release, mumbling soft “fuck”s while his seed fills you completely. once he’s positive he’s emptied himself entirely, he pulls out of your abused hole ever so gently, watching his seed seep out. “fuck, i love this view. wishin’ i had my camera right about now.”

you just slump against the forest floor, nodding and mumbling nonsense, truly too fucked out now.

jake chuckles, grabbing your loincloth to lace back up first before tying his own. “same time tomorrow?”

you smirk, as he helps you to your feet. “if you’re lucky, old man.”

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sulieykte · 7 months

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𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairing: dilf!jake sully x avatar!reader a/n: this one got a little bit away from me, and ended up a lot more plotty than i intended. warnings: 18+ mdni, age difference, uneven power dynamic, hints at cheating, accidental stimulation. barely proofread word count: 1900+

"Do I have a choice?"

"'Fraid not, kid." Jake said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips at the glare you shoot him at your least favoured nickname. You hated being thought of as a kid, especially by him. As pathetic as it was, from the moment the hormones had kicked in, you'd held a torch for Jake and you can’t bear the thought that the man who so often visited your dreams thinks of you as a child. By the smirk that graces his annoyingly gorgeous face each time you protested, you had begun to suspect that it only egged him on.

You were younger than all other Avatar drivers, besides Spider, having got your Avatar at twenty-one, over two decades after the others. A much more exciting coming of age than the earth tradition of being allowed to drink. By human standards, you'd been an adult for several years, but you had still not passed that threshold by Na'vi standards.

The subject of your iknimaya had been a source of many arguments within the clan, and you knew that Jake had done his best to protect you from it, but even his power had limits when faced with the outrage of several clan elders. You were proficient at riding Pa'li, and that had saved you for the first year, but the pressure only got worse after the move to high camp.

It wasn't that you didn't want to, but your terror of heights had been discovered In your youth when at Lo'ak dragged you along with him and Spider to the Hallelujah Mountains and it took several hours and scratches to poor Norm's face to get you down. Norm had been insistent that you be sedated for the move to High Camp.

"Look, you’ve always wanted to be one of the people, and I know they haven't always been the most welcoming..." His face scrunches in discomfort at the thought, he had done his best to foster a good relationship between the Omatikaya and the humans that remained, but there was only so much he could do after the trauma your people had caused to the Na'vi. You couldn't blame them, but you and Spider, whose only crimes were being born here, had both faced the sting of that trauma many times. "But you see how they are with Spider, he's one of the people now. Don't you want that, kid?"

One of the people was stretching the truth a little in your opinion, but you did want that and you were well aware that your refusal to partake in their clan traditions didn't help matters for you.

"Besides, what is there to be afraid of? You love Bob!"

"I do love Bob." You agreed, giving the Ikran a pat on the neck and receiving a nuzzle in return. You'd tried to make up for your lack of participation in clan traditions by helping out more around camp. That included caring for the Ikran, and you had grown quite fond of Jake's Ikran, and he you. You look up at Jake, your ears pressing back against your head in a performance that rivalled the many you’d given as a child to get Norm to let you leave Hell’s Gate unattended, looking for an ounce of sympathy that you might elicit from him in a last ditch effort to get out of it. "I also love not hurtling thousands of feet to my death."

You knew it was all over for you when the lines around his eyes became more pronounced and he burst into laughter.

“Nice try, but if I let you get away with it any longer, people are gonna start thinking I’ve gone soft.” He climbs up onto Bob’s back and reaches out a hand to you. “Come on, you wouldn’t have me ruin my reputation for you, would you? It’s just one ride, I’ll ease you in.”

Defeated, you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up in front of him. You were grateful to be sat facing away from him, it would at least save you from the embarrassment when your body is overtaken by terror, and would disguise some of the blush that heated your cheeks at being in such close proximity to him. You were even more grateful that he’d called you to the edge of the camp under the cover of darkness, so any members of the clan who might spot you would hopefully miss the colour of your cheeks.

You knew your attempts to hide your crush on the Olo’eyktan were not as effective as you might wish. Spider never failed to let you know how obvious your bodily reactions were whenever you were in his proximity, teasing you endlessly for every blush or stutter of your words. Though Spider was sure that Jake was well aware of your infatuation, you were certain he didn’t. He was way too happy to have you around, only giving that devilishly handsome grin of his whenever you found yourself lost for words in his presence.

“Good girl.” Your body stiffens to stop the shiver that threatens to run down your spine at the sound of his voice, so deep and so so close to your ear as he reaches around you for Bob’s kuru. “When was the last time you trimmed your nails?” He asks, a deep chuckle vibrating against your back at your mumbled ‘that was one time…’. “Okay, you ready?” No, you weren’t and the shake of your head didn’t stop him from guiding each of your hands to grab onto a kuru. “Mirrors. Signal. Manoeuvre.”

Before you can question what the hell that means, the ground disappears from below you and High Camp disappears from your view. You only realise that the sound piercing your eardrums was your own screams when your voice begins to crack, your throat sore from sustaining the sound for so long and his laughter breaks through the sound.

“You back with me, kid?” He has to raise his voice to be heard over the whipping of the wind against your ears, and as awareness of your surroundings returns to you, you see that he’s settled you into a steady glide now, little over the treelines of what used to be the Omatikaya’s home. You’re so focussed on being so close to the place you used to think of as home and the adrenaline rushing through your body, that has your blood pumping and your head spinning, it takes much longer than you’d have liked to realise the position you’ve put yourself in.

In the panic of the descent, you’d all but climbed into Jake’s lap. Leaving no space between your bodies, your tail wrapped so tightly around his calf that you were sure you were cutting off his blood supply and although you’re thankful that it’s no longer Bob you were holding onto when you see the half moon indents in his wrists.

“Oh shit– Fuck! I’m so sorry.” Your body temperature rises several degrees over what you’re certain is safe when the reality of your situation hits you and the dizziness is no longer from height. There’s no way you’re thinking clearly through the blood rush to your head, and either insanity or stupidity takes over you when you try to detangle yourself from Jake all at once, releasing your hold on his arms and leg as you attempt a half baked lunge towards Bob’s neck and away from further humiliation that only leads to you nearly falling head first off of the Ikran and towards your greatest fear.

“Jesus- Kid!” A strong arm pulls you backward, saving you from hurtling off to certain death but putting you back into the situation you were trying to escape, his thick bicep holding you tight around the shoulders and pressing you into his body. “What the hell are you thinking?” His voice reverberates in your ear, anger or irritation, whatever the tone was it had you blinking back tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The apologies flow out of you as the tears wish to, your attempts to wriggle out of his grasp in vain as he only pulled you closer, uttering soft words that you couldn’t hear through the blood rushing to your ears. Your hands reaching to pull at the arm that imprisoned you, every inch of your body moving in the attempt you escape his grasp and further mortification, your nails were much sharper in your Avatar body, but Jake was not as deterred by their assault as Norm had been. “Oh Eywa just let me fall, I’m never getting on one of these things again, you might as well give up–”

Your spine stiffens as he says your name, voice booming to interrupt your shrill rambling.

“Fuck– stop moving.” He orders, and you realise he’s breathing heavily, his chest pushing against your back as it rises and falls in quick succession as if he’s trying to catch his breath. His bicep tenses, still pressing you securely into his body as he brings you below the treelines and your body relaxes as you see the ground approaching and the comfort of fresh earth below your feet and the omatikaya’s former settlement.

Your body jolts against Jake’s, the landing a little too rough in his rush to get you on solid ground. He grunts, like the wind has been knocked out of him and as quick as he is to break Tsaheylu, he isn’t so fast to let go of you.

“Jake?” You ask, peering over your shoulder as far as his grip would allow. Your body might have relaxed, but he appeared to have picked up all of the tension you’d lost. His eyes were squeezed shut, nostrils flaring in a sharp intake of breath. Your heart drops, the last person to show understanding for you had finally lost his patience. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak like that. I’ll call Norm and get him to pull me out of the link so you can take my body back.”

A hand stops you before you can reach your comm, a hand stops your wrist, and when you look around his eyes are open and there’s something in them that you’ve never seen before. No one has ever looked at you like this. Not in any body. Not with the hunger you see looking back at you.

And then you feel it. Hard and thick against your lower back and you realise why he’d been desperate for you to stop moving. The heat that rises to your cheeks pools between your legs as you realise that you had done that to him, however unintentionally. It could’ve been just a natural reaction, something he couldn’t help, you had been grinding against him in your escape attempt and despite appearances, he was only human.

But you couldn’t believe that. Not as you hold his gaze, neither of you able to look away. Not when he’s looking at you like he’s about to make the biggest mistake of his life, his arm dropping as he releases his hold on you, only for his hands to find your hips, his fingers gripping at your skin. The silence is deafening, only filled with both of your heavy breathing until he breaks it, voice rougher than you were used to.

“Damn, kid. You really are trying to ruin me, aren’t ya?”

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whereireid · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐒 - 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

summary: Miles has to go on a mission for a few days. This upsets you, and Miles just hates to see you cry.

warnings: power imbalance ! — established dynamic; daddy!kink, breeding!kink p in v (lovemaking 🤭) creampie,, size difference, nipple play… reader dumbification (at first) pet names (bunny), up to you to decide if reader is human or na’vi

PSA: YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 18+ ! If any of these topics in the warnings trigger you, please do not indulge in this content! Minors, please dni - this content is 18+ and is under my #WOMNSFW tag. This content is considered MATURE.

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“What? My little bunny can’t stand being apart from her daddy for a few days?”

It’s pitiful how strongly you cling to Quaritch’s legs. Your face burrows between his thighs, his cargo pants growing wet the tears which smeared across your eyes minutes beforehand.

“I don’t want you to go.” It’s whiny, it’s bratty, and it’s defiant, but you cling to him with every ounce of strength that you have, whimpering as he moves forward as though you’re just an irritating fly buzzing around. “Please, daddy, don’t go.”

He tuts. It’s slightly annoying, how your clinging to him - it makes it incredibly difficult to move, rendering him able to only shuffle around his room. “The world is bigger than just us, bunny. Even your dumb baby brain can understand that, right?”

But as you look up at him through your wet lashes, your eyes which glisten unfallen tears and sparkle with hurt, Quaritch can’t help the slight pang of regret which strikes through his heart. “Okay.” He mutters softly, opting to stop in his tracks and finally pay attention to you. He picks you up easily - a positive of his new form is the fact that he is so much bigger than you are now, and he wraps your legs around his waist easily. “I’ll be back in a few days, bunny, I promise.“

Quaritch’s lips press softly against your neck, and usually you’d laugh and squirm, but today you just sniffle, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. “Miles,” you murmur, the use of his actual name making his ears prick upwards slightly, “I really don’t want you to go. Don’t feel safe here without you here.”

“This is the safest place you can be in the world, bunny. You’re surrounded by all of these agents, trained to keep you safe.” His nose brushes against your neck softly, closing his eyes as he breathes in your scent.

You smell wonderful, like dove soap and honey and sea salt, and he groans as his own neck begins to grow soppy with your tears. “I just hate it when we’re apart.”

“I know you do. I hate it as well.” Quaritch prys you off of his neck gently, before rubbing his nose softly against yours. “But you know what, bunny?”

You don’t even realising that Quaritch is moving. You’re too busy being engrossed in your emotions, in the upset that churns through you, and you grip Quaritch’s shoulders and ask, “what, Miles?”

“I’m really, really good at giving goodbyes.”

You’re pressed against his bed in an instant, all ounce of clothing shredded away quickly, ripped apart by the hands of your partner. Your face floods with warmth and you try to cross your arms to cover yourself, but Quaritch catches your wrists - tutting, shaking his head no, staring at your naked frame.

“Do you want me to fuck you so you feel better?” Quaritch coos, dipping his head down to your neck and pressing gentle kisses against your breast, his tongue rolling against your left nipple. His teeth glides over it softly and you gasp, back arching into him and hips rutting downwards achingly. “Say the words, bunny, and I’ll give you the best goodbye of your life.”

“Miles,” you warn, mumbling strings of incoherent curses as he glides his tongue over your sensitive bud, mockingly nibbling at it softly, his thumb rubbing the goosebumps which prick at your arms.

“Not my name.” Just as your cunt begins to throb with an ache, Quaritch pulls away from your breasts, his fingers fumbling at his cargo pants, desperate to get out his cock. “Do you want me to fuck you so that you feel better? Yes or no, bunny, this isn’t a hard question.”

You pout pathetically, writhing when his pants drop and his cock slides through your slits, his tip edging towards your cunt’s hole but never actually pressing in. “Yes,” you answer, still somewhat bratty, but Quaritch stares at your flustered, tear-stained face and decides that him leaving is a bad enough punishment already.

God, Quaritch does hate to see you cry. You swallow thickly as he presses into you - your toes curling, crying out as he forces himself inside of you, your walls sheathing his cock perfectly. The tears start again - but it’s not because of your upset, but rather the pain. Quaritch is huge, thick and long and veiny, and it always take some adjusting to everytime the both of you have sex.

So you prepare yourself. But the rutting thrusts never come, and Quaritch instead pulls back slowly, creating a steady, even pace, which doesn’t have you screaming and writhing and squirting straight away.

He wants to drag this out, make you feel good, have you squirming beneath him and begging him to just let you cum.

“Bunny, I’m not going to hurt you.” Quaritch’s hands come down to your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek softly, his cock pushing into you with just enough pressure to have you gasping beneath him. “I want to make you feel good, okay? I want to make love to you, bunny.”

And his voice is so soft and his words are so meaningful that your mouth gapes open, your eyes glistening with ecstasy as his cock glides into you perfectly. And you’re so wet - the sounds of your slick bounces off of the confinements of his walls perfectly and sends an echoing vibration throughout his bones that makes his balls actually twitch, but this isn’t about him but rather about you.

“Daddy, you feel so good,” you say, because it’s true. Your legs are spread wide enough for Quaritch to get full access - your cunt is swallowing his cock, clenching down on him perfectly, and with every movement of his hips he jostles against the sensitive spot inside of you which sends shocks pulsating throughout you.

A ring of arousal is wrapped around the bottom of Quaritch’s cock, and he groans as your slick continues to paint the blue skin of his cock white. And he watches your pussy, how swollen and puffy it gets with every thrust, dribbling with slick like it’s crying and maybe it is. His eyes flicker up to your face, and he smiles to himself when he realises you’re no longer crying.

Rather, your eyebrows are furrowed and your nose is crinkling as you try to desperately chase the orgasm that is building up like a jenga tower. One deliberate thrust of his hips and he’ll have it all crashing down, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami.

But you’re not ready for that. Not yet. He needs you to feel perfectly, cock-drunk when you’re cumming, and you’re not quite there. So Quaritch - despite his twitching, raw cock which is desperate for release - opts to focus on you, leaning down slightly and pressing soft, loving kisses to your neck, his lips wrapping around your skin and sucking lightly.

“Gonna mark you up, bunny. Show everyone here that you’re my mate.”

“Everyone already knows,” you mumble pathetically, your eyes flickering shut as he rolls his hips against you perfectly, the tip of his cock relentlessly brushing against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt.

He hums against your neck, pulling away when the taste of metal finally floods his mouth. “Oh, they probably do from how they hear you scream my name most nights.” Squelches begin to fill the room as Quaritch fucks into you, his pace quickening slightly but still slow enough to be truly attentive. “But when I’m gone, I need the whole of Pandora to know who you belong to. Who not to fuckin’ mess with. Nothing will happen to you, bunny, because you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Your eyes flutter shut slightly and your walls clench as Quaritch rides you through to your orgasm. Shocks pulsate through you, and your muscles burn with pain, your throat tightening and chest heaving with fire. It feels so good - so perfect, his thick hands wrapped around your thighs as he takes you so perfectly, so well. Your vision goes black and blurry, and then you’re cumming against him, so hard.

“You’re mine,” Quartich affirms, his ears pinned back as he rides you through your orgasm. You’re not really in control of yourself - he can tell as you paint him white, soak him with your cum, and he can't stop drinking in your appearance. His cock is so sore and his balls are so desperate for release that as you tighten against him again, he lets go, spewing his thick cum inside of your cunt, watching as you mewl and gasp beneath him.

"That's it, bunny, let your daddy fill you up," Quaritch grunts, his jaw clenching as you stare up at him with starry eyes, all signs of your previous crying session gone, ecstasy painting your features.

And when he finally comes down from his high, listening to your pants, he embraces you, his nose nuzzling into your neck, breathing in your scent. Sea salt, dove soap, and honey. "I'm not going anywhere, bunny." He whispers. "Not right now."

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bonnibuckets · 1 year

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lactating | jake

imagine you lactate suddenly when jake is sucking on your tits

“mhm” you moaned as jake was rolling your nipple between his fingers while he sucked on the other. He left open kisses and sucked all over your chest, leaving hickies.

You arched your back when he pulled on your nipple— “plum” jake said detaching his mouth.

You looked up dazed and saw creamy white liquid around his mouth, “jake” you said jumping lightly to rub his mouth but he stopped you.

“You lactated” he smirked and licked his lips “i- i didn’t know i could” you said embarrassed.

“I guess your body just knows i’m going to stuff it huh pretty girl?” jake said groping your breast and more liquid came out. “Ma jake please” you whined as he immediately lapped up your milk and sucked hard trying to get more.

a/n: just a silly little drabble i thought of when i was bored at work 🌚

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rafesmuse · 1 year

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Jake Sully as your boyfriend

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, nsfw at the end

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the relationship

so! fucking! protective!!!!!!

seriously. if anyone even dares to touch you or hurt you in any way, jake will make them regret it instantly

there are moments when you wish he would just let it go, but you know that he means well

calls you nicknames cause he loves seeing you get shy

“baby girl” eeeeeek

tries his best to be romantic for you in whatever way he can

he enjoys adventurous dates

isn’t afraid to show everyone you’re his. he’s so proud of it

makes you laugh without meaning to because he can be quite clumsy. feels very proud whenever he makes you laugh, though

your smile gives him butterflies every time and he can’t get enough of it

treats you so so well <3

arguments

this man can be so stubborn, which occasionally leads to arguments

he cares deeply about you, though, so if he notices that you are upset or crying, he will immediately wrap his arms around you

the worst thing for him is to see you cry, and if he is the one to blame, he will absolutely hate himself for it

he tries his best to always apologize to you right away

nsfw

loving, passionate, and gentle

he wants to take his time with you and make it as romantic as he can

definitely hates quickies

he will never do anything that will hurt you or make you uncomfortable so he pays close attention to your facial expressions with everything he does

“does that feel good, baby?”

praises you a lot

“you look so beautiful”

…I feel like he has a breeding kink

he can occasionally be a little rougher if someone has angered him, or if he just simply feels like it

in that case, there will be much hair-pulling, choking, and slight degradation

king of aftercare!

lots of cuddling afterward, checking on you to see if everything is alright and asking if you enjoyed it

he makes you feel incredibly loved both during and after you’re done

comments and reblogs are very much appreciated !!

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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hi, could i get jake sully x fem reader where reader gets hurt badly, like loses a leg, if your not comfortable with that then np<3 tysm

I Cannot Lose You

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: Reader gets injured on a hunt, jake is not ready to let go

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: slight strong language,

A/n: I hope this lived up to your expectations! Also thank you for requesting! Here is the fic! <3333

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This was not the situation that [Name] thought she would be in when she agreed to teach Jake Sully to hunt.

Ever since Jake Sully had fumbled into [Name]’s clans territory, he had been a pain in her ass. From the moment she saved him from being eaten by viperwolves, to the hunt they were currently on, Jake had been nothing but a Skxawng. Though throughout [Name]’s intense training and Jake proving to be learning very fast, he still stayed true to his promise of being an empty cup.

Which has led them to the situation they were today. Neytiri had told [Name] of the hunt and how it would be a great test of Jake’s training, as to hunt as one of the people was a great honour and showed great skill.

Now unfortunately for [Name], Jake Sully’s skills in hunting were not the problem. As anyone could guess, it was his idiocy.

As [Name] heard the familiar sounds of a Hammerhead herd, she quickly tapped Jake shoulder pointing to the herd she could now see in the distance between the trees.

“There. That is what we will hunt.”

“Hammerheads? But they are so big and there are so many!” Jake practically whined, a determind look quickly taking over his face.

“It is not easy, but I will show you how to kill.” [Name] stated, firm look in her eye as she watched the look on Jake’s face.

Rolling her eyes, she jumped how from off of the tree branch to a branch below. Jake following not far behind, albeit much less graceful.

Approaching slowly towards the herd, [Name] hid behind a tree, watching as Jake went to do the same.

She let out a slow breath before starting, “Be very calm, stay very still. We do not want to disturb the herd, we only want the one that is farthest from the herd. That one we will hunt.”

Jake looked around the tree quickly to see which of the Hammerhead’s [Name] was talking about. [Name] flicked him in the head before letting out a quiet hiss.

“I said quiet.” [Name] whisper-yelled. “Now follow my lead.”

[Name] began to slowly walk across a branch directly over the hammerhead they would hunt. She lined up her arrow, Jake following suit, taking a deep breath they pulled back the string creating tension as they carefully aimed at the target.

“Be careful not to alert the herd.” [Name] hissed quietly. Jake only took a deep breath in acknowledgement.

“Aim for the eyes.” She whispered, hardly any sound coming out of her mouth as she focused on the hammerhead.

Jake carefully aimed at the eye closest to him.

“When say ‘now’, we shoot. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now!” [Name] commanded.

Jake and [Name] fired their arrows at the same time, hitting both the eyes individually. The Hammerhead cried in pain, throwing it’s head back the hammer shaped head hit the branch the two were stood on. While [Name] had a firm stance thus staying in place, Jake did not, resulting in is fall. As Jake fell out of the tree and on to the ground beside the dying Hammerhead, [Name] yelled in fear and frustration. She quickly jumped down beside Jake where he was getting up slowly. His fall wasn’t very far, but it sure did make a noise.

A Jake got to his feet, he found exactly why [Name] standing in front of him protectively. In front of them was the entire her growling and gearing up to charge. She hissed at them and Jake could only stare at the herd seemingly about to charge.

“They won’t charge if you show no fear, they fear you. But I do not want them to fear us, we must get out of their way. Jake slowly walk behind the hunted Hammerhead.” [Name] explained as calm and clearly as she could, careful to not trigger the Hammerhead herd.

As Jake took steps back, he stepped on a stick, breaking it. That sound seemed to have echoed around them. The Hammerhead herd was quick to respond, running at full speed toward the two.

“Run! Run!” Jake yelled.

“No! Do not move!” [Name] commanded.

Jake stood still, remembering his past experience with this animal. After a moment the herd seemed to have lost interest, looking away from the two and continue eating the vegetation.

Jake let out a breath of relief and began to walk towards [Name].

“Damn, that almost was the end of us.” He tried to joke but [Name] wasn’t having it.

“You are like a baby! You are fumbling and bumbling around, are you out of you mind!” [Name] sighed, he was going to be the death of her.

[Name] climbed on the hammerhead, pulling out her spear from behind her.

“Oh come on. We are not dead though! And look! We got the game!” Jake tried, trying to ease the tension.

[Name] quickly stabbed through one of the pierced eyes, muttering a goodbye and a short prayer to Eywa.

“Come on, we have let the clan know so that we can make full use of this Hammerhead.”

It was just as they jumped down from the hammerhead when all of the hammerhead herd came running at them.

“Now we run!” [Name] yelled, starting to run away.

“What why now!?” Jake yelled in fear and confusion, following quickly behind [Name].

“They are not charging at us, they are running away!” [Name] yelled desperately.

“Shit” Jake swore.

The herd was encroching fast, the two could not out run the massive Hammerhead herd.

“Run to the side!”

“Where?!” Jake yelled back.

“Up that tree to the left!”

Jake looked to the left finding a large tree only a few feet away. Jake made a beeline, jumping on a low branch and climbing higher. He looked down to see if [Name] was close behind only to have find her at the bottom of the tree, leg bleeding violently.

“Fuck, [Name].” Jake swore again, jumping down to pick her up. He put his arms around her back and under her legs and jumped on the tree, trying his best to climb with someone in his arms. When he go high enough to be out of the way of the hoard, he took a closer look at the Na’vi in front of him.

A dumb look came over his face as he stared at her face.

She still looks beautiful even when she’s in pain.

A groan from [Name], brought him out of his head. He sat down on the tree and moved her so her back was resting on his knee. He observed the wound in front of him, it was bad, very bad. Ripping some vines from the tree, he tied the skin above the wound tight in hopes to slow down the blood flow.

Calling his Ikran, he held her close hoping that she wouldn’t bleed out on the way back. He looked down at her, and frowned.

“Please don’t leave me, I’m not ready.”

༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨♡୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶

When [Name] awoke, it was well after eclipse, the night life around her glowing. She found when she tried to move, a bolt of pain rippled up her leg. Her sudden groaning in pain seemed to wake up the avatar beside her for a moment before he fell back asleep.

[Name] rolled her eyes, of course he was sleeping.

The healer walked in moments later, seemingly having heard her pain.

“He has been here the whole time.” The healer began, cleaning up some of the wound before continuing.

“He wouldn’t leave your side even if we tried, and we tried.” She sighed. “He is a stubborn one.”

“That he is.” [Name] agreed softly, smiling at the sleeping body next to her. She lifted a hand to move the hair out of his face.

“You’ve got a good one there.” The healer added before walking away, [Name] swore she could she a faint smile on her face.

Just then Jake started to stir again, lifting his head and blinking his eyes getting used to the light.

Just as he saw [Name] was awake, he jumped up and gave her a quick run down.

“Fuck! You’re okay!” Jake beamed, throwing his arms around [Name], holding her close.

“I thought you were going to die.” Jake muttered softly, tightening the hug.

The hug was tight but it was also soft, a gentle touch like Jake was trying not to break her.

“I thought I lost you…” Jake whispered and [Name] would have missed it if she wasn’t so close.

After a moment, [Name] arms slowly came up to Jake’s back, holding him in place.

It wasn’t long before [Name] was holding him just as tight. A soft smile on her face.

Jake might be a Skxawng, but he was her Skxawng.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! <3333

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darksxder · 1 year

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easy target

pairing: fem! human! reader x human! jake sully

summary: ever since jake’s injury he has been an easy target for jokes, pranks and the like, but the secret admirer joke was getting out of hand.

warnings/tags: talk of paralysis and injury, norm being mean :( , human jake has low self esteem (canon), slowburn, idiots to lovers fr, requited unrequited love trope

word count: 3k

a.n: this is inspired by @roosterforme ‘s Bob fic: ‘a girl i could love’ (it's amazing! go read it if you love Bob or this trope!)

-also I AM working on the quaritch sex pollen fic okay, its just lengthy (feel free to quote me on that 🤨)it’s like 4k rn and no one has got any yet

-if u see a mistake, no u didn’t it’s 3am :,)

sdt: @netegf for being super sweet!! @tarrynightss for being lovely and supportive and @belle82devart for simply being you <3

It hadn't started with notes. It was handwritten for sure, but it had no accompanying laid-out note or explanation. No romantic hint. It was just a handmade booklet. Perhaps twenty pages front and back with common na’vi phrases, their meaning, context, origin and very simplified phonetic pronunciation attached in colour codes.

He had been talking with Norm that same day about his lack of progress in the Na’vi language. It slowly turned to bitching, but Norm was not having any of it that day with half of his samples from the forest having been contaminated and months of work deemed useless. And after he finished throwing out,

“That’s why we needed your brother. You’re useless! You don’t even know the language!” he had stalled. He has been fiddling with things on his desk in an attempt to distract from the anger but he only succeeds in shoving things to the ground. But at his harsh words, he finally stilled, turning to Jake quickly.

It had felt like being sucker-punched, but Jake just nodded.

“Oh Jake, I’m s-”

“No. You're right.”

And that had been that. He was done bitching, especially to him. To all of them. He had pushed his wheels forward, stirring through the slough of people in the bio lab, trying not to meet anyone's eyes. But he knew the outburst caught everyone's attention, perhaps even the first bound Na’vi. He was still trying to ignore the burn in his throat and the ache in his arms.

His heart.

Norm was right. They all were. He was just saying what they all were thinking. Tommy would have been better suited here. He was better suited for everything.

He was just better.

Now he flipped through the pages in the empty bio lab. Noting the straight lines, the even spacing, and the flourish of the words. Even the slight tilt at times as if you had leaned into the desk and your head had fallen to one side as you wrote. Like you were tired and needed rest as you worked. Made sense. It must have taken an age.

After his tantrum and norm’s outburst he had left, hiding out in his room and trying to sleep it off till' link time, but that was cancelled, so he just continued to roll around the room-his new form of pacing, in a self-deprecating daze.

Lunch came and went, and he stayed. Dinner came and went but he stayed. Only after midnight did he venture out, tired of being a pussy. Tired of being thought of as a burden.

He was not a quitter and so he would practice more. He would get better, maybe even better than Norm, and all the language notes were in the lab. So he headed that way. It was late, maybe 23:00 and he loved the silence of the halls in contrast to the usual buzz of the morning he’s thrust into.

And the booklet had been waiting for him on his corner bench when he got there that same day. Right in the middle so it wouldn't be missed.

Accompanied by a few random throw-away folders and papers on his desk, probably to conceal the booklet. No one else would have noticed it like this, and assumed a marine was messy or stringent, no in between, but he knew how he left his space and this was not it. So he had shifted the coloured flyers away and found the true purpose of the mess.

Now he just stared at it, every letter, every line like a coveted book. His gospel.

It got less neat near the end, but to your credit, everything he knew of was correct. Whiteout highlighted pen strokes that were a bit too harsh or a letter that was blurred by the heavy use of ink on delicate twists. Small notes were written on the paper beside said errors like “sorry” and “my bad:,) '', all curved and pretty around every misstep like a comforting arm around a person. He felt his heart flip at the sight.

A small note was written there on that booklet. Severely tilted in nature and splayed across the back. Perhaps that could have counted as the first romantic note if he read into it too much. He didn’t.

‘Don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do.

Or what you’re capable of.

Even doctors.

(Especially doctors.)

Or at least that's what the wonderfully intelligent man I know once said.

Perhaps you know him?’

He felt his lip wobble before his vision blurred and he smiled. For the first time in a very long time. He had stayed in that lab all night, not turning in until he knew half the words he said by heart and half he said out loud were mildly correct. He knew what he was capable of.

******

The second time was before another link and it was a week later. He had spent every day peeking around corners as if he would catch the person’s eye. Stalking the lab, circling like a shark, waiting-praying someone or hell something would put another note on his lab desk. But the amount of new heart-achingly sweet notes he received throughout the week was zero.

It must have been a fluke, maybe even a prank but it didn’t seem right. It was too kind to be a prank, so perhaps it was just a one-off thing.

He pulled himself into the gel bed of the link pod before someone else secured the metal and top over him. The hint of green light of the pod showcased a small dangling piece of paper, ripped hastily apart from a lab sheet and hung by a single piece of scotch tape.

Confusion overrode curiosity, and he just put it in his pocket, too distracted with the idea of being in his avatar body to think it through much.

Only remembered it was there later when changing as he heard a crackling in his front pocket. Shaky hands pulled out the note, noticing a hint of an initial on the corner that he squinted at.

‘Good luck today! You look cute!’

He snorted, crumpling it into a ball.

He was gonna kill Norm.

*******

Norm, Grace and Trudy had dragged him out for drinks one day earlier that week after the outburst was apologized for and he could stand being in the same room with him again.

It honestly only took a day to get over it. He knew he was the dissapointment of Project Pandora and he could live with that if it wasn't shoved in his face every goddamn day. It was easy to be distracted from that thought anyways, with a beer and two tequila shots in he felt delightfully buzzed, and that is the only reason he is putting up with the conversation as it turns to him.

He swore they had delved into his lack of a love life right away before he even really met the sight of the compound's bar. And Jake tried desperately not to make it obvious he knew of Trudy and Norm’s budding arrangement. The littered hickeys just above shirt collars and a general swagger to Norm’s lanking frame after one of Trudy's nights off didn't make it hard to figure out.

Even for a jarhead marine. It did not need genius to put two and two together.

“Have you had many girlfriends?” Trudy asked, her vodka shot carefully held by two fingers beside her.

“No. Surprising right?”

They laughed, but Trudy did seem genuinely shocked. He was flattered even if he didn't understand why she was so confused. He didn't even ask if she had meant before or after the injury.

He just assumed it was after. Most of the questions are about after.

A brief pause filtered the stale air, murmurs of Grace yelling at the bartender far from them chiming in, making Jake smile just slightly. He just focused on tapping out a rhythm on the slightly sticky wooden table in the small warm light bar.

“No admirers?” Trudy asked, one brow up behind her curtain bangs.

Jake just shook his head, his stomach churning at the thought. No one wanted him. Not after. He didn't have much to offer, at least not below the belt. But his hands still worked and they were strong. Could be put to great use he thought, many people did not agree. And he'd never say no to a woman sitting on his face. But still whenever anyone looked at him it was with pity, not the lust or interest he had been used to as a marine. He had gotten around with everyone he could then, he grew to love sex and he missed it.

It was different now, he knew that much.

Mulling over that he missed the look they gave each other. Missed Norm mouthing your name over Jake’s shoulder with a raised brow and Trudy just smiling back so hard it must have hurt, nodding enthusiastically before scoffing as she saw Jake’s downward gaze.

He looked like a moping puppy. God help him.

She huffed, tilting her shot in the air in mock cheers, which Norm matched before throwing it back, revelling in the deep burn.

******

The third time he was in avatar form. He stopped by the lab for routine blood tests every month and this was one of them. But it was not a good day. He had effectively knocked his head on not one, but two doorways since entering Hell’s Gate with a breathing mask hanging around his neck.

“Who even put that there?” He grumbled, attempting to recover from the second doorway to face meeting as he ambled into the bio lab.

Still wincing at the pain and just how bright the lights were to his na’vi eyes. Still deeply crouching more than half his body to make his way through the lab door.

He would have missed your laugh if not for the fact he was in his na'vi body. His heightened senses now aid him for the first time today, with his ears twitching towards the delightful sound you made. His tail swished behind him and he just hoped whoever it was didn't know what that meant.

But he was in a na’vi focused science lab so he doubted it. But still, he had hope as he turned as if bracing for impact.

He's just glad it isn't Grace. Her laugh didn't inspire butterflies.

But the face he was met with, your face, was kind. You were on a lab bench, stool poised between your legs as you looked through a microscope after meeting his stare. Lips quirked up in a soft meaningful smile. Your hair up and lab coat bright in the fluorescents. He noted the chewed-up pen cap beside your shaking hands as you readjusted the slide, clearly trying not to give in-to look at him and failing.

He took a very deep breath through his nose, eyes closing. He smelled perfume, your signature scent he guessed as his mouth shamefully watered alongside the smell of fresh laundry and something decidedly human.

Made sense for you- a lab tech or perhaps a scientist? As it was specifically the rubbing alcohol scent that clung to you. Was what marked you as what Neytiri called ‘ a sky demon’. It was strong but not putrid.

Heat flooded his stomach at the full comforting scent of you. Tingles raced up his spine faster than he could even think.

The urge to grab some part of you and rub it all over himself, cover himself in your scent was so strong he took an involuntary step towards you. He halted at the mental image of it, of dipping his cold nose along your neck, licking up the tendon there, nuzzling into your jaw, cradling your face.

The blush that marred his face burned bright and he just knew the tips of his ears were traitorously turning purple, as the bioluminescent dots scattered along his body had the slightest glow.

Still, he pushed down that quite insane urge and focused forward as he opened his eyes to see your focused stare once more. The beginning of a blush darkened the tips of your rounded ears as your eyes looked to his chest-his bare chest and the dots there, the flicking tail behind him and he stilled, tail twitching in tandem with his ears. Head tilted as if trying to take you in full.

He smirked.

You were pretty. Very very pretty. Much too pretty to be cooped up in here. If they gave you an avatar he hoped he never met you when driving his, knowing that would probably be enough to do him in.

You were gorgeous as a human, as a na’vi you would be devastating. He wondered what you would smell like as a na’vi, would it still be as intoxicating? Jake just couldn't imagine a way you could smell better than you do now.

“Was it you?” He called, gesturing back to the door, brows quirked up. You looked at him, a small laugh falling from your lips, head shaking as wisps of your hair fell to frame your lovely flushed face.

“No, I would never purposely disadvantage you.” You called. It was near a mumble as you tucked your chin in, trying to hide your face in your work again. But he wouldn't let you off that easily, not a chance in hell. He only chuckled, making his way to you but you stiffened. He stopped dead in his tracks, face falling.

“You’re not meant to talk to me.”

You frowned, looking down at your fidgeting hands. He only kneeled to better meet your eyes but that didn't help with you avoiding his figure and gaze entirely.

“Why not?”

“I don't know” you laughed, a harsh thing that sounded like it was stolen out of you. “ It's just a rule. Procedure.” He only laughed, tension falling from his shoulders as he rose, standing back up.

That's all it was?

“Well, I've never cared much for rules, Doc.” A pause as he made sure your eyes met his “ And fuck procedure”

A smile as bright as the dawn stole across your face and his heart painfully flipped.

A mumbled “I know” was the last thing he heard you say before Grace flew in.

Her avatar, much more graceful in this space, told from her lack of concussion that Jake was not entirely certain he was devoid of.

You had to be a figment of his imagination.

“Stop flirting, we got work to do.” It was chastising surely, but her voice softened at the edges as she waved to you and you nodded, shuffling your files besides you, eager to get back to work and away from the beautiful alien.

Grace dragged Jake away by his arm in your eyesight but then with nails piercing his sensitive ear as they rounded the corner away from your view.

She turned to look back around the corner, seeing you, her prodigy digging back into her files. Grace would simply not have Jake corrupting you. Would not see him distracting you.

“Ow ow ow, Jesus woman, calm down.” He yelped, his tail knocking over a stack of books perched on a desk as they went. Grace didn't stop or fumble a step, gracefully moving around falling textbooks and pamphlets.

He heard your laugh again, light airy and like wind chimes, melancholic and hopeful.

Worth it, he thought as he was brought to the palace of needles and sterile equipment near Grace’s office.

It wasn't until the next day that he got another note. This one was obviously from Norm. Another detail in the painful prank.

It was placed in his workspace, he only noticed it after lights out, which subsequently was the prime time for him to roll out of bed when nightmares chased him out of sleep to finally do his daily video log. He scratched at his beard as he moved to press start when he caught it. The air went still and silent with his hand hovering over the recording button on his video log. A pale pastel green sticky note was on the left side of the monitor, bold black lines staring at him.

“Love you in blue,

but being human suits you.”

*******

He had truly had enough.

He turned around sharply, arms aching, almost knocking a scientist off her legs as he rolled past her, note clutched in his hand. He had found him exiting the dining hall, stolen muffins in his grasp.

“Norm what the hell? Man cut the shit. Stop this bullshit.” He yelled, uncaring for the late hour or the echos in the dark hall. He had never seen the man look so confused and scared all at once. He looked dazed and overly tired, the eye bags were deep and a bruising purple.

It looked like someone had rocked his shit, and if they didn't he might soon.

Norm had been away in meetings all day. “I’m sorry, what?” he called, using one hand to rub at his tired eyes, the other holding the stolen contraband of after-hours caf food.

But Jake just shoved said note into his chest hard enough that he heard Norm lose his breath as he moved back a step, muffin teetering almost out of his grip.

Norm turned the green sticky note around, squirting at the smooth penmanship. Then shifted it to the fluorescent light and tensed.

Jake was trained in tells and Norm was currently showing at least twenty. If he was in his na’vi body, his ears would be perked up, his tail would be curled in inquisitiveness.

“Explain.”

It was curt and Norm seemed to snap back to reality with it.

He knew who it was. Of course, he did. He knew before he even read the thing, knowing the exact shade of green you hoarded in sticky notes. The same ones you covet, only lending them to particularly well-done reports or a spare smiley face to cheer up a sad someone's bland desk.

And if not that, then it was the penmanship he sees signing off the research proposals and his weekly reports.

It was you. You were Jake Sully’s admirer.

He tried not to laugh, really he did, but he did anyway. It was just all so ridiculous. Trudy told him you liked Jake a long time ago, but he almost didn't believe it. Even if he had, he never pictured you-the smart mouth but shy scientist under Grace Augustine’s wing to resort to cheesy love notes.

He was a marine for gods sake! Bold of you to assume he could even read.

But Jake didn't seem to find it as amusing. He honestly looked like he might shoot him. Might haul his six foot two self down to his height and beat his ass.

With his heart racing he backed up a whole step, the green love note clasped in his hand. Jake's panicked eyes fell toward it. He didn't want to lose it.

Interesting.

“I didn't write this.”

And Jake believed him.

“But I know who did.” Norm sighed.

Not even a breath left him before Jake said, “Tell me.”

It was not an offer, not an ask, it was an order and a threat. And although Norm loved you dearly, he did not value you over his own life.

He wondered who would kill him first once he was done spilling everything. You or Trudy?

He hoped for the latter.

You would make it so much more painful, so much longer. You’re smart and devious enough for that. You would come up with something real creative too, curating a scientific breakthrough in torture in the process, further adding to your prodigy title.

This was going to be one hell of a thing to explain and he had only some idea for where to start.

“So, uhhh-have you heard of Grace Augustine’s prodigy?”

a.n.: if you got this far ily! lmk what you thought and if you want a pt. 2

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rosyjn · 4 months

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Jealous dilf!jake sully

MDNI CONTENT WARNING

“Hmm, still thinkin’ bout that boy?” He grunts, baring his teeth as his hand wraps around your throat. Your legs are spread wide open, your back is arched while you gasp and moan wildly with Jake’s thrusts.

He’s over you, looking at you with lust and anger in his eyes.

“I- I- jus- mph!” You stutter and pant. Your mind is blank. All you can possibly process is the feeling of his thick cock pumping you full. He gets closer to you, and kisses your forehead while his shaky breath becomes louder.

“He can’t make you feel good like I can. He wont ever be able to fuck you like I can.” He whispers. His face is pressed against yours. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re mine.” His husky voice causes you to clench around him tighter. He grabs your chin and nudges your head, forcing you to look in his eyes. “You. Are. Mine. You hear me?”

“Ah.. yes sir.. yes,” you force out a response, squeezing your eyes closed in a mixture of pleasure and fear.

“Say it back now.” His hand leaves your chin and travels down to grope your body.

“I’m yours.” The arch in your back collapses. Your body is melting for him.

“Good, good girl,” he strokes your breast, then down your torso. “Shh, shh,” he slows his pace. His grunting turns softer. He kisses you deeply on the lips.

“Mmm, Jake..” you murmur against his mouth. His hand comes back to your face. His thick fingers touch your lips.

“Open.” He says. You part them. You hear a soft gurgling noise before he spits. He spits into your mouth. You squeal. He closes your mouth with those thick fingers. He shushes you. “Now swallow.”

You make eye contact with him. Your throat bulges as the glob goes down. He nods in approval.

“You got it?” He asks, tapping your cheek.

“I got it.”

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cyberfreaky · 1 year

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just dilf! jake saying to shy reader, “yeah baby that dick is good, huh?”

thank u and goodnight

you’d have your hands desperately grappling onto jake, nails clawing at his bare back as he pounded himself deep inside you. the euphoria of jake fucking you dumb was overwhelming, you’d bury your face into the crook of his neck as you sheepishly bit back your choked moans. “mmhm..” you’d mewl silently, panting breathlessly into jake’s ear.

he’d immediately notice your coyness, chuckling lowly to himself as he’d lower your head down against the pillow — his lips curling into a smirk. “wanna hear those pretty, lil sounds.” jake would taunt, revelling in the way your amber eyes would roll back in pleasure. you’d whimper quietly as your face flushed a deep mauve, avoiding his gaze as your body jerked with each rough thrust.

“aw, gettin’ all shy on me?” jake would continue teasing, attaching his lips to yours with a muffled laugh. he’d pull away swiftly, analysing your screwed up expressions. you’d cautiously open your eyes, lazily gazing into jake’s as you bit down on your bottom lip. he’d grin mischievously, rutting into you even harder just to watch you squirm beneath him. “mm, daddy’s cock feels good, huh?” he’d grunt tauntingly, making you whine shamefully in response.

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asimpwithfreetime · 1 year

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Yandere jake sully and yandere netriyi find us crying

I let you choose the scenario:)

Okay, this will also be the polyamory mating scenario because I need serotonin right now.

The love of our lives (Yandere! Jake Sully x fem!reader x Yandere! Neytiri)

Summary: Y/n is a dreamwalker and when she is harassed by some of the clan members, Jake and Neytiri go feral. Once they find her, under the willow tree of souls, they comfort her and mate her.

General warnings: yandere behavior, reader crying, yandere! Jake Sully, yandere! Neytiri, threatening, graphic descriptions of violence, poliamory, kissing, “make out”(?), mating. Suggestive content.

Content warnings: not proofread yet, English isn’t my first language.

[ 3rd person POV ]

Soft sniffles left the young Na’vi woman’s mouth. She felt tears sting in her eyes. “Look, the demon is going to cry!” One of the Na’vi woman said.

Y/n felt so bad she ran away from Hometree. One way or another getting to the tree of souls before nighttime.

Jake and Neytiri descended the stairs of Hometree with a darkened look. “Why did she run away?” Jake asked, his tone a low growl. “Answer!” Neytiri demanded.

The Na’vi women that where a minute back harassing the dreamwalker avatar lost all their strength and bravery. “Answer I said!” Neytiri hissed.

“We didn’t think she would end up crying” one started, Neytiri got close to her. “What do you mean by that?”.

“She made our love cry, I think we should do something about them. Teach all of this brave for nothing Na’vi’s a lesson”. Jake said, a wicked smile displaying in his features.

The women swallowed thickly. “Please! We will say we are sorry to her!” One of them pleaded. “You should have though about that before” Neytiri said before jumping over one of them. She started to fight against the woman. It wasn’t a hard work for a warrior like Neytiri.

Jake huffed “I don’t usually hit women, but…” he joined his mate in the fight. Two against five or six.

After a few minutes, they had a few scratches here and there but they had won. The other Na’vis were hurt, bleeding and some of their bones broken.

“MaJake, we must find her” Neytiri said, licking some blood off her hand. “Let’s go” Jake said, kissing the crown of her head before running in the direction Y/n had ran just half an hour ago.

They reached the tree of soul, they were greeted by the sound of soft crying. They felt their hearts hurt by that. They found her crying on her knees. “I am so unworthy of living in such a beautiful planet” she mumbled to herself.

“No, don’t say that” Jake’s strong arms hugged her form, startling her. She relaxed in his touch, his rough but gentle fingers drying her tears. “You are worth everything” Neytiri cooed at her. Both stronger Na’vis hugging her with pure affection.

“We love you” Neytiri blurted out. Both Jake’s and Y/n’s ears peaking in interest. “It is true. We love you” Jake said, his hands cupping her face.

Neytiri got on between, capturing Y/n’s lips in a soft kiss. Her hand holding Y/n’s waist. Jake gulped.

Once Neytiri was out of breath, Jake grabbed Y/n, pinning her to the ground and kissing her roughly. His hand holding her thigh.

“Y/n, we have chosen you” Neytiri started “Do you choose us?” She looked at her pleading. Jake’s ears came down and he gave her a puppy look.

Y/n hesitated for one moment. But then she nodded eagerly. Neytiri softly pulled her own braid towards them, just as Jake was preparing his. Y/n looked shy with her actions, taking time to undo her hairdo to unleash her braid. All three of them conectes at the same time. Jake moaned softly and purred. Small whines leaving his lips as he held the two women close to his chest.

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lola-bunn1 · 1 year

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❥ a/n: saw a lot of people going around tumblr with this idea so i thought i'd give it a try! hopefully this doesn't suck ok bye

Toruk Makto is a mighty warrior, he was known across the entirety of Pandora. A lot of women saw him as a fine young man, so why out of all of them, you were the one eywa picked.

He had come over with Tsu'tey to see you, Tsu'tey told him about you and how the olo'eyktan needed a woman with him and spoke highly of you.

You sat with them quietly until your mother finally broke the news right in front of them

"No! I do not like him! I cannot just-"

"Y/n! Have some respect, he is olo'eyktan. You should be grateful."

You looked to him and he just looked away, you shook your head and left, ignoring your mother's calling.

You didn't want any of this. You wanted to fall in love, choose a mate that also wanted you. You wanted to find a mate in your own time, what did you do so eywa can do this to you?

You heard footsteps behind you, you quickly turned, pulling your knife out in defense

"Whoa there" It was none other than Jake, raising his hands up, "Relax, it's just me"

"I do not want to talk to you" You sighed and sat back down

He sat next to you, "Look, I know this isn't exactly ideal to you. It isn't to me either, I didn't even know I needed a mate. Thought I would just be...whatever, you know?"

"What does be whatever mean?" You questioned, reminding him of the fact that you don't share the same lingo

"I mean...like I would just be there, without having to find a mate or something, just live my life" He explained and you sighed

A moment of silence filled your ears

"I thought that too..." You spoke, "I wanted to find a mate...but on my own terms."

"Alright, listen" He said and looked into his eyes, "I know you don't like me and no offense but I share the same feeling, so we can just...live. We don't actually have to like each other, you get it?"

You nodded

A few days later, you got married. The two of you haven't mated, just got married.

It was hard. When he first talked to you that day, when he was being understanding of your feelings, you thought something could work. But after the second you got married, it felt you were a box he checked off his list.

He was never home, he barely talked to you, you were at Tsahik training most of the time. But whenever you were both true, he would still avoid you.

You were in a loveless marriage and it sucked, it sucked and it hurts.

Not just that, but there were rumors, rumors of him and Neytiri. That he loved her, and he was chasing after a mated woman.

So to sum it up, not only were you in a loveless marriage. But you were also in a loveless marriage with an unfaithful husband, you hated the moment you agreed to marry him.

The hope you had for this marriage to work was gone. He acted as if you didn't exist, so you do the same. You focused on your Tsahik training, you hung out with your friends more often, you did your own thing.

One day, you came home late to see him sitting there, waiting for you. You ignored him and put your stuff away

"Where were you" He said, not even bothering to look at you

You didn't answer and began making dinner

"I'm talking to you"

You ignored him again and went to get the food but he grabbed your wrist and turned you to him

"Answer me" He said sternly

"I was out in the forest with my friends" You said, pushing his arm away and going back to doing your thing

"That's it? You're not gonna say anything? I've been waiting here for hours"

"Oh you've been waiting for hours?!" You yelled, turning back to him, "I've been waiting for weeks! Weeks, Jake! You're never home, you don't talk to me, you act as if I am not there but the second I do something wrong you act like the victim?!"

He went quiet

You sighed and wrapped the food before you felt arms around your waist, you pushed them away and turned to him, seeing the look in his eyes

"I'm sorry" He said in a sincere tone, "I'll do better, I promise, baby."

You blinked at the nickname, and slowly put his arms around you again, and went back to making the food

You two had dinner together, talking about what you did that day, you updated him on your training, and he updated you on his. As you two talked, light touches were shared, and went you went to sleep, you fell asleep in each others arms

You began letting your guard down, something you've never done. You saw each other more often, you actually acted like yourself around him and he enjoyed it, you would go out at night in the forest, watching the stars together, joking together, laughs echoing through the forest

You had never felt this sort of connection with anyone, he made you feel comfortable, safe, you liked being around him, you were no longer married to a stranger

That was until you were at Tsahik training, on your way there, you heard mutters and mumbles, one of your friends suddenly stopped you.

"What's going on?" You asked

How could you be so stupid.

Later that day, you were at home, making some beads for your hair in silence, you felt lips to your cheeks before you moved away, Jake looked at you in confusion, leaning down to kiss your cheek again before you moved once again

"How was your day?" He asked you, dismissing what you did, you didn't answer

He was about to speak again before he heard a sniffle, his eyes widened

"Hey..." He said, touching your shoulder before you pushed him away and got up, turning to him

"Do not touch me, Jake Sully!" You yelled, his eyes softened at your sight, he had never seen you cry, you were a very tough person

"What's wrong?" He asked

"I do not know how I was so foolish to fall for your tricks"

"What's going on?" He asked again

"I should've known better than to marry a man who was after another woman."

"Wait...what?" He asked

"Why did you marry me, Jake Sully?" You asked

"I..."

"You married me to make Neytiri jealous, didn't you?!"

"Hey-no"

"I should've known" You fell on your knees, sobbing, he rushed to comfort you but you tried pushing him away

He grabbed your face, you put your hands on his wrists

"Listen to me, please" He spoke, wiping your tears, "I...I did like her, alright? But that was in the past! I don't like her anymore"

"Just leave me alone..." You sighed

"No-"

"You were right, Jake Sully. We do not have to like each other, we can be married without having that-"

"But I don't want that!" He yelled, "I lied, okay? I like you I...what's that thing, oh yes- I see you. I see you, y/n please listen to me"

"You do?" You said

"I don't want Neytiri, I don't want anyone else, I just want you, y/n." He spoke, "Please tell me you see me too, please." He said, noticing your quiet state

"I see you too...Jake Sully" You said

He kissed you, feeling your soft lips against his, the two of you grabbed your braids, and looked to each other before finally bonding them

You felt each other, his heartbeat, your breath, everything

You touched foreheads, "I am with you now, ma Jake"

Good, because he never wants to let you go.

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sulieykte · 10 months

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𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya Reader Warnings: explicit smut, thigh riding, age gap, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, corruption, power imbalance, a nice little mix of praise and degradation, not a single hint of plot. Word Count: 1.2k a/n: this is probably a surprise to everyone including me who didn't intend to write it until @andraga12 and @jakexneytiri got me riled up about dilf Jake. Inspired by nasty - russ (blame andra) and oxytocin - billie eilish, I'd recommend listening to either or both while reading. So in honour of fathers day, here's some thigh riding with dilf!jake. Click to join my taglist. Requests are open.

Half moons indent the skin of his back where your fingers grasp to steady yourself, and if it pains him he doesn’t show it. His face is unchanged since the first orgasm he’d forced you to ride out and his refusal to help you in your endeavour still standing as you neared your fourth.

His heavy lidded gaze had barely strayed from your face since the moment he’d dragged you down onto his thigh, his five fingered hand catching your jaw when you’d tried to look away, commanding that your eyes didn’t leave his. And who were you to refuse? You were a warrior in your own right, but he was your Olo’eyktan, the man who’d led your father in battle against the Sky People.

“Come here, baby.” When the foreign word had left his tongue, you’d repeated it softly, baby, brow furrowing as you tried to place its meaning, but nevertheless you had done as you were told. Obedient as you always were, you’d crossed the Marui with no idea what the next hour would hold for you.

“Jake– I can’t.” Your slick coating his thigh made the slide easy, but the ache of your swollen bud and the burn that had started in your thighs had now reached your hips. Your hips don’t stop their circling, even as you complain because despite it all, despite the shame that showed in the blush that coated your cheeks and neck, you wanted what he had promised. “Please Jake, I-I just want–”

“Jake?” He tilts his head, a smile crossing his lips that you can’t help but return, even as he tenses his thigh underneath you, a gasp replacing your attempt to correct your mistake and call him by the name he’d asked, that you aren’t even sure you remember anymore.

“D-Daddy? Please.”

“What else could you want, baby? Daddy’s being so good to you, letting you use his thigh like this.” He shakes his head, his thumb catching a tear before it could reach the corner of your lips. “And you look so pretty doing it, it feels good doesn’t it?” You whimper as his fingers dig into your hips, the first aid he’s given you. “You’re doing such a good job, just one more, baby.”

You nod in assent. You could do one more, but he'd said that before the last, and the one before that. He’d stood firm each time, no matter how much you begged and cried for him to give you his cock, never relenting as he leant back on his arms, watching you writhe over him with a look you would usually only associate with hunger.

Finding new pressure in the way he urges your hips back and forth along the length of his thigh, his leg bouncing to meet the pace he set. You clench around nothing, heartbeat throbbing at your aching clit. It’s not enough and you can’t hold on for much longer. He tuts as your head falls into his neck, tears soaking his skin as you fall into the embrace.

His movements stop and you feel your high ripped away and any attempt to chase it hindered by his bruising grip on your hips stilling your frantic attempts to roll your hips.

“What did daddy tell you, huh?” His voice is so low, you feel it vibrate against your chest. “Told’ya you needed to look him in the eyes, didn’t he?” You nod against his neck, sniffling against his skin, not quite ready to leave the comfort it provided. “Don’t tell me your going all shy on me now, not when you’re so close. You want daddy’s cock, don’t you? Why should daddy give you his cock if you can’t follow one simple instruction?”

“N-No.” Your voice comes out much less sure than you intended as you exit your hiding place. “I can, m’sorry daddy. please.” Your voice breaks through the sobs that wrack your form as you tighten your thighs around his, doing anything you can do to chase the pressure your clit craves.

It’s not enough, his hands releasing their grasp on your hips to hook under your thighs. Time slows, heat rushing your veins as his fingertips inch close enough that your core throbs, hips stuttering forward in anticipation of his touch which never arrives as he pulls your legs apart, denying you any friction. You meet his eyes, blood rushing to your head at the intensity of his gaze.

He seems happy with this, as you flush under his attention and release his hold, your body shuddering at the loss of sensation even as it’s replaced with hard muscle.

“Baby, you’ve been doing so well for me. Lookin’ so beautiful dripping all over my thigh.” His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in closer as he reaches to push back a strand of hair that had become stuck to your face by sweat and tears. “Daddy loves watching you, sweet thing. You were so close weren’t you?” You nod, tears falling freely, heavy as they land on his chest. “Go ahead baby girl, let me hear you.”

Your heart races as you nod, rolling your hips as fast as your aching muscles allow. He catches your face in his hand, his thumb running along your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to let your sweet moans free. “That’s it baby, come on you can do it.” You gasp as he tenses his thigh beneath you, his tail rocking you along as you run your cunt along his leg, your slick dripping onto the ground beneath you. “It feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes daddy, feels–” Your breath catches, a whimper replacing any words, your mind struggling to gather a single thought as the tension builds in your stomach. Breath unsteady as you near your release.

He laughs, it sounds warm but his eyes are glazed with lust as he watches your mouth open and close in search of the words you want to tell him. “It’s that good, huh? Too fucked out and you haven’t even had daddy’s cock yet. Baby, if this is too much for you, I don’t know if you can handle it.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you can, you can and you will because he promised and you’d been so good. But the coil snaps, thighs convulsing as your release rushes over you, drenching both of your thighs. His eyes never leave your face as you come undone, cries filling the Marui with no regard for who might hear until your throat has little more left to give.

Body spent, you fall forward, tears streaked face pressing into his neck, surprised when he doesn’t admonish you and instead pulls you further into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you into his embrace.

“Baby, you did so good. Listened to daddy so well.” He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyelids are heavy, it’s so warm, so safe in his arms it would be so easy to allow sleep to take you. “My patient girl, you deserve a reward.”

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loveforneteyam · 1 year

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❝i heart you❞ ( jake sully )

summary: jake suli brought many traditions from earth, including one he calls "valentine's day". pairing: jake sully x navi!reader wordcount: 1.4k contains: just short and sweet :) notes: i wanted to post a quick little thing for valentine's day and why not for my fav?? i apologize if this is a bit late, hope you enjoy! and i love spelling "sully" like "suli", idk why blah

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If there was one thing about the dream walker, it was that he was a complete marvel to the entire Omaticaya clan. Even his scent was foreign--like metal and strange chemicals. Your people were both fascinated and disgusted by him.

You were the only daughter of your family, so there was a heavy expectation on you to find a mate. Before doing so, however, you would train to become a healer. Under the tsahik's guide, you studied the will of the Great Mother and the way of the forest. You were regarded as so intelligent and skilled that it wasn't surprising when you were chosen to train Jake Suli instead of your best friend, Neytiri.

It wasn't like she wanted the job anyway.

At first, you acted with complete bias. You knew the Sky People to be destructive and ignorant of any culture but their own. Why would this alien be any different? You hardly felt guilty to admit that it was amusing to watch him stumble and lose his balance in the trees. But over time, you felt the strings in your heart play a different way.

His hands and feet grew tougher, his legs and arms became stronger, and his eyes opened to more than just the physical elements of your world. Jake Suli was learning to see.

As he learned more of you culture, you began to learn more of his. While he struggled to learn the Navi alphabet and pronunciations, he also managed to teach you more English than you had previously learned. "This is right up my alley," he said the first day you showed him a bow and arrow.

You cocked your head. "What does that one mean?"

Jake, who thought your cluelessness was adorable, chuckled. "It means, uh," he laughed at himself. He must've sounded stupid compared to your wise words. "It means I'm good at this sort of stuff."

There were other moments where the English language was unnecessarily confusing. "If it is pronounced like 'kernel'," you pondered to yourself. English was even more illegible when it was in Jake's messy handwriting. "Then why is it spelled with an 'l'?"

He had been teaching you the names of the humans who worked back at the RDA. You knew Grace Augustine well, you thought Norm was a funny name for a person, and you refused to accept that the word 'colonel' was pronounced so strangely. Jake deeply chuckled, "I'm not sure why, honey."

You also misunderstood his seemingly unnoticeable pet names for you. Honey, as you had learned, was a sweet food for humans back on Earth; you thought it strange that Jake would call you it, although you never complained...

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There were very few days where you were not instructed to train Jake. Instead, he would follow you through your training to be a healer. He would often watch as you read the many scriptures written throughout the years, your fingers delicately tracing the writing. Sometimes, you would read it out loud to him and his ears would gently twitch at the sound of your voice.

It was winter in Pandora, which hardly seemed any different from the other seasons to Jake. The sun was still warm on his skin, the plant-life still flourished. You were already studying in your tent in the morning, wondering why Jake had still not arrived.

Mo'at, who had come to recognize Jake's admiration for you (and your admiration for him), examined you as you completed your small, morning tasks. "Where is Jake?" You asked politely, searching for him. "I have not see him yet."

You didn't see her slightly smirk. She knew what it was like for someone to anxiously await their lover, even though you would never call him that. "It is early in the morning, child," Mo'at noted. She watched your shoulders slump as an idea popped into her mind. "Wait for him, he will arrive soon."

For what felt like hours, you continued to wait for the dream walker. Mo'at was amused at your impatient behavior, how you'd frantically stand up every few minutes and check outside to see if he was there.

"It is very rude to keep someone waiting," you said to Mo'at as you sliced through a handful of herbs and leaves.

Mo'at smirked again behind her book. "Oh, yes, very rude."

Finally, Jake's figure appeared with the morning sun behind him. He had a childish smile, the braids in his hair completely disheveled, and he was holding a small basket from when you'd taught him to weave. He cleared his throat, "Tsahik, (y/n), oel ngati kameie."

You and Mo'at collectively greeted him back. Jake took a seat across from you, setting the basket down next to him. "What're you working on today?"

You ignored his curiosity and began to harshly slice the leaves, leaving small marks on the wooden cutting board. "You took a very long time," You didn't look at him, but if you had, you would've been met with wide, fascinated eyes. "Where were you?"

Jake chuckled and pulled the cutting board away from you, your knife nearly coming down to meet his thumb. You looked at him furiously with wide eyes, but he only warmly smiled. He replaced the board with the basket. "I figured you're always teaching me about this," he motioned to the forest around him. "Why can't I teach you something about my home?"

You were intrigued but refused to show it. "Your home?"

"Yeah," he smiled. Jake enjoyed seeing you try to hide your excitement. "Here," he opened the basket and pulled out several pieces of red paper and a small canister of paint with a brush. "In my home, we have something called Valentine's Day."

You repeated the word silently to see how it felt coming off of your lips.

"It's a little holiday, nothing crazy." Jake handed you a piece of paper. You cautiously watched him fold his piece in half, unsure of whatever he could be doing. "It's supposed to be, you know...about love and whatever."

You always found it enjoyable how Jake could never explain something very well. He often stumbled over his words, like the thought was in his head but came out his mouth in a different way. "Fold yours like mine." You did so and pressed the paper so there was a crease down the middle. "Now, watch what I'm drawing."

He took the brush and dipped it into the paint canister, gently tapping it against the sides so any excess dripped off the bristles. He swung the brush over the paper with a slick curve. Jake was surprisingly smooth with the brush. "Your turn."

Jake handed you the brush. You mimicked him, dipping it into the paint and tapping off any loose drops. You tried to copy the shape he had painted onto his paper, except your lines were slightly more jagged. "Good!" He smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Then we take this," he grabbed a small blade from the basket. "And follow the shape."

He retraced the shape on his paper with the blade so it sliced the paper clean. He then unfolded his paper. "And you have a heart."

You cocked your eyebrow and eagerly grabbed the blade from his hand, cutting over your shape and removing the remnants of the paper. "This is a heart? It looks nothing like one."

"Well, it's not like the heart in here," his fingers gently touched your chest where your heart sat. He laughed, "It's different, I know. I guess this type of heart is prettier."

You looked at your paper heart inquisitively. You did like how simple it was...you would even say it was cute. "What is the point of this?"

Jake smacked his lips, "Uh, well..." He was at a loss. "I guess there's no real point to it. It's just supposed to be for love."

"What do you do with it?"

"Well, you can do almost anything with it. Throw it in the garbage if you really wanted to," he looked down at his paper heart, tracing the soft edges with his thumb and smoothing out the crease that ran down the middle of the paper. "I think you're supposed to give it to someone."

"Why?"

Jake shrugged, gently smiling at how you already began to fold another piece of paper and reach for the paintbrush. "To show love." You started to draw out the shape of the heart again on half of you paper before you noticed Jake holding his heart out to you.

The corners of your lips softly grew upwards, a pink hue falling on your cheeks.

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