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but what about like a angsty smutty jake fic based off of false god by taylor 🤭 (OR TSU’TEY W! AVATAR READER???? like we’re not official na’vi and tsu’tey is like this is bad??? but they keep coming back to each other OHHHHHH)

naur but i saw false god and ran with it, kinda got carried away! oops!

reader is betrothed to add some spiciness

“I told you we couldn’t keep meeting like this,” you scold as you work a healing salve into the gash on Jake’s bicep.

He hisses at the sting and lets out a huff, “I already told you. I’m not here for… that,”

“We both know that isn’t true. I know you, Sully. Always coming to me asking for my help,” you flick his side. “Is it no coincidence you’re only here when he isn’t?”

His ears droop down, giving you a side glance and remains silent. The feeling of your fingertips tickles and he couldn’t help the quick thump in his chest. He grimaces at the mention of your betrothed.

There was something about you that was so magnetizing, harsh words contrast the sweetness of your movements as you work. He couldn't even be mad at other people for looking at you the way he did. Until it was too late. He felt as if his heart stopped beating when he found out you were promised to another.

You massage the salve into gash on his arm, ignoring the way your fingers sting against his skin. Jake’s tail fidgets behind him which caught your attention more than anything. He scrambles to figure out what to say before your voice interrupts his thoughts, “Spit it out.”

“Your…” He tips his head down to look at you and you look away. Taking a breath before he whispers, “Your husband… do you love him?”

This is uncharted territory. A part of him hoped your heart still held the same spot for him as he did you. Never did he want to admit the way he felt when he didn’t learn about your betrothal from yourself first. That feeling only burned deeper in his chest when you started avoiding him completely. He’d still look for you in a crowded room and brush his hand against yours when he walks past you. He still goes to the spot you used to meet in secret. Always looking over his shoulder in hopes to find you walking over to him with a wistful smile on your face like you used to.

But it was different now. Only seeing you in passing, and now when he comes back with the war party. If coming back with a few scratches meant he could feel your touch against skin, then he didn’t hesitate to jump headfirst into danger.

“He’s not my husband-”

He interrupts. “Yet.”

“Jake,” your voice was clipped, tail swishing aggressively behind you. You ignore the hiss that escapes his lips as you tighten a bandage around his bicep. “He treats me well. I am happy.”

There was a beat of silence.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Stop,” Your voice was breathy, eyes pleading with him. “Please.”

Jake deflated. He’d never heard you sound the way you did now. You’re always so loud, speaking with such confidence and now he could hear the exhaustion laced in your tone.

“If you want me to leave, then I’ll leave,” his eyes fix on yours and you feel like a bug under a magnifying glass at the way he looks at you. A shiver rolls over your shoulders when your name falls from his lips, “Leave for good. But just know that… you are the one I want and nothing can change the way I feel.”

“You don’t mean that.”

His shoulders drop and he bites the inside of his cheek. “And if I did?”

“Then you’re foolish.”

You drop your hands to your sides and Jake follows them, ghosting his fingers with yours. His voice rang in your ears. A bundle of emotions swirl inside you and all you could do was stand there. Guilt being the one that tugs harshly at your heart. You knew it wasn’t fair to your betrothed. He was the one you were promised to after all. Yet, you curse the way his hands feel against your body. Curse the way his lips brush against yours and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ears. Perhaps you would feel differently if it was Jake.

You knew you would.

Jake’s tail comes to a halt and he sighs. He hesitates for a second before he turns on his heel, his fingers linger with yours as he pulls away.

He could only take a few steps before he was pulled back. Your hand tugs on his wrist, fingers digging firmly into his skin. He looks between your hand and your face, you felt like you were about to crumble under his gaze.

Pulling him closer, he places a hand to rest on your hip and you whisper, “I’m sorry,” your fingers intertwine with his and your heart thumps frantically in your chest. “This is wrong, I know. Yet my heart can’t help but yearn for you.”

Jake pulls you closer to him by your hips and he presses his forehead against yours. Your heart skips a beat when he stares down at you, big amber eyes filling with something you couldn’t recognize. Your eyes drift lower to his lips, feeling your body sway. Hesitantly, you bring your hand to his face. Cupping his jaw in your hand and you ghost your thumb over his bottom lip. “Why do you look at me like that?”

He tilts his head. “Like what?”

“Like you love me,” your voice is muted.

“What if I do?”

Your lips ghost up into a smile and you nuzzle your nose against his. “Then you’re foolish.” you repeat.

His canines peer over his lips when he smiles down at you and he kisses your thumb. His hand that grips your hip cradles your face now, his eyes are soft as he admires the way yours sparkles in the moment. Jake finally dips down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his other hand still holding yours.

You smile into the kiss and he does the same when your fingers thread into his hair. He gently maneuvers you to lean against the workbench behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close. His lips leave yours and he laughs when he hears you whine.

Jake’s lips leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and sinks to his knees as he descends lower. He peppers kisses to your lower belly, wrapping his arms securely around your hips and you coil your tail over his back to keep him flush against you.

His teeth nip at the waistband of your loincloth before his eyes flicker up to you. His fingers hook under the band to tug them down your legs when you nod. He nuzzles his face into your belly and places a kiss to your hip.

Goosebumps evident on your skin as Jake skates his fingers across your body. He thumbs your inner thighs and hums happily, “You’re so wet,” he trails his fingers to your pussy and applies subtle pressure to your clit. “I do this to you, huh?” he teases.

“Shut up.” You tug at his hair, a deep blush painting the highpoints of your cheeks.

He smiles into your skin before he lifts you on top of the workbench. Your thighs hang over his shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his tongue gathers the slick leaking onto your inner thighs. Sucking a bruise into your skin before he presses a kiss to your clit and you lean back on your elbows, one of your hands discarding the fabric of your top.

The movements of his tongue are calculated, trailing over the spots that make you jolt against his mouth. He traces his name into your clit and hums when he suckles it into his mouth. You feel him smirk against you, your thighs squeeze around his head and he looks up at you through his lashes. His cock stirs when he sees your pretty face pinched up and your hands kneading at your breast.

His name is like a prayer singing from your lips as he works on your cunt. He hefts you higher on his shoulders, your hips lifting above the hard surface. Jake places a hand on the small of your back as he pulls you incredibly closer to his mouth, wanting to taste every bit of you. He swivels his tongue through your puffy folds and moans at the taste of your wetness.

The bridge of his nose bumps against your sensitive clit as his tongue teases your entrance. A breath hitches in your throat when he eases it into you, one of his hands reaches to rub circles into your clit. Your hands fly down to his head as you feel the coil in your tummy about to snap, your fingers wind tightly into his hair. “So-- fuck! Making me feel so good, Jake,”

Jake watches as your orgasm washes over you, one of his hands rubs up your thigh as he hums against your pussy. He places one last kiss to your cunt before he stands up between your legs.

Your chest is still heaving when he spreads your pussy for him to see. His mouth nearly waters at the sight of your fucked out cunt, all red and puffy. He just wanted to drop back down to his knees and give you his tongue in all the right ways that makes you see stars. Until the only thing you could think about was him.

His thumb delves in between your folds and he ghosts above your clit, making you hiss. “Sorry, baby,” he gives you an apologetic glance, amusement lacing his voice. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.”

He pulls you against his chest and tucks his face into your neck, sharp fangs nipping at your throat. Your hands reach down to palm over his bulge and you swipe a finger over the damped part of the fabric. “Let me take care of you,” you say as you try to pry away his hands on your hips. “I wanna taste you.”

“You know how much I love your mouth,” Jake’s lips turn upwards and he cradles the back of your head for you to look at him, his other hand toying with clit. “but I need to feel this sweet pussy, babygirl.”

You lean up to press your lips against his and fiddle with the knot in his loincloth. “Get this off, then.”

“Anything for you.”

He lets the cloth pool at his feet when you undo the ties. His hand reaches down to grasp the base of his cock, giving it one pump before he looks at you. Your pupils blown out wide and drool almost spilling from your lips as he pumps his hardened length. His thumb swipes the pre-cum pooling at the tip and he brings it up to your lips, “You said you wanted to taste, right? Open your mouth.”

You hollow your cheeks as you suck on his finger and hum at the taste. The heat between your thighs only grows when you feel him tap the head of his cock on your clit. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly, your ankles crossing on his lower back.

His cock is covered by your slick as he glides in between your folds, his hands perched on your waist to keep you from squirming as he eyes your cunt. “Such a pretty pussy,” he says before prodding the head at your entrance. “and it’s all mine.”

You hold your breath in anticipation and your eyes fluttering shut, expecting him to ease into you. But he doesn’t. You peek an eye open to see where the tip of his cock rests on your pussy and you whimper, your nails clawing at his back.

His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Say it.”

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as his eyes bore into yours. His fangs peeks from his mouth as he bites down on his lower lip and you whine, “I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

He pushes into you in one movement as you take him greedily. Your moans intermingle with his when bottoms out, your arm wraps around his shoulders to pull him close to you. His hot breath fans against your lips and you kiss him, swallowing each other's cries.

Your breath is shallow as he feeds you deep strokes, his cock kissing the deepest parts of you that makes your head spin. Rocking your hips to meet his thrust, your arms tighten around his back and you squeeze around his length.

Jake grips the underside of your thigh as he moves his hips quicker, groaning when he hears their skin slap together. It sounded downright filthy matched with the sweetness of your pretty moans and his cock pulses inside of you.

“M’gonna cum, Jake! Please!”

A deep growl spills from his mouth as he grapples onto your hips, pounding into you hard enough to make you dizzy. Grounding you into the hardwood, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

The feeling of your pussy contracting around him as the coil in your belly snapped was almost too much for him and his hips stutter. Panting into your mouth as he lets his cum fill you.

Jake lets his hips slow, gradually coming to a halt as you clung to him. He didn’t bother to pull out, not just yet. His forehead leans against yours, rubbing soothingly down your back as he coos in your ear and. Both basking in the blissfulness you had begun to know all too well.

“I think we could get away with it one more time.” he whispers.

#my fingers slipped and #and accidentally made this 2k words long #and 5 pages #I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS MY ANI #lowk scared ha #posting then dipping #if you point out my errors #you will find me in your floorboards #xox #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar smut

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phdmama · 1 year

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On a Wednesday, In a Café

(For @phoebe-delia who puts up with me and lets me pop in to ask things like WHO INSULTED TAYLOR SWIFT’S SENSE OF HUMOR?? This is just a tiny little vignette inspired by Start Again. I think this also fits for @drarrymicrofic and the prompt “hope” - in a way.)

The café is weirdly busy for a Wednesday morning.

Draco is moderately disgruntled. He’s used to having the place to himself — his Wednesday mornings are sacred. It’s the one day of the week he can sleep in, as he doesn’t have to be at work until after lunch, and he loves coming to this small, cosy coffee shop. He always gets the same thing, the largest café au lait they serve with two shots of vanilla and whatever savoury scone they’re baking that day, and he always sits in the same place, one of the big comfy overstuffed armchairs in the corner by the fireplace. He reads whatever journal he’s brought along and he eats his scone and he drinks his coffee and it’s just. Really nice. That’s all.

Okay, at least today, no one is in the other armchair, so when Draco sits down and pulls out his journal, maybe it’s a little louder than usual, but things are still fine in his world. He’s managed to tune out the sounds of the people around him, reduced them to background white noise as he reads up on the latest innovations in cauldron technology (spoiler alert: InstantCauldron™ is a misnomer because it does not, in fact, do all the prep work for you even if it does brew in less than half the time a standard cauldron takes, so there’s really nothing Instant about it, not that Draco is bitter). In any case, he’s focused on what he’s reading which is why at first he doesn’t really register the words that he’s hearing.

“Did you hear about…”

“I read that…”

“Did you know he…”

And Draco doesn’t even have to look up to know what’s happened.

Potter is here.

Draco slowly lowers the journal to his lap and learns that he is, in fact correct. Standing at the counter in a pair of ratty jeans and a giant hoodie is one Harry James Potter. His hair is ridiculous and his trainers have seen far, far better days, but he is, as always, infuriatingly handsome.

Except for the tension that Draco can read clearly in his shoulders, the way his eyebrows furrow in a frown, and the way he’s glaring suspiciously at the cashier. He has his reasons, Draco knows.

Late last year, some eight months ago now, Potter had come home from a mission to find his live-in lover in bed with not one, but two young men. Not just any young men, it turned out, but two young men who were high on the Ministry’s Most Wanted List. Potter had arrested them all on the spot (Draco has to give him credit for a cool head under what had to have been rather stressful conditions). When the now-ex was out on bail, the first thing he’d done was go to the press and air all of Potter’s… Well, not dirty laundry exactly. None of what Potter gets up to in his own bed chamber is particularly sordid or shocking (some of it sounds like great fun, actually) but it is, well, private.

And privacy is a luxury Harry James Potter has had very little of.

Potter accepts his drink, and turns around, eyes scanning the room as if searching for the knife he knows is aimed at his back, but then he catches sight of Draco and something very strange happens.

Potter’s shoulders drop, the lines in his forehead smooth out, and then, shockingly, he smiles.

Draco blinks in confusion but no, his eyes are not deceiving him. Potter is raising his cup to his lips and taking a sip, never breaking eye contact, and then, after he swallows, that smile still playing about his beautiful lips, he starts walking toward Draco.

“Anyone sitting here?” His voice is low as he nods towards the empty chair next to Draco and for a moment, all Draco can do is stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Malfoy?” Potter prompts and Draco shakes his head.

“Oh, sorry. No. No one’s sitting there,” and to Draco’s deep astonishment, Potter sits down.

Potter leans back, cross one leg over his threadbare knee, and takes another sip.

“So,” he says, “how have you been?”

#my writing #drarry vignette #drarry microfic #just a beginning #gentle reminder #I prefer people talk to me before finishing or continuing my little vignettes #THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!!!#xox

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