creepsinthedark

[creepsinthedark]

I want to thank you

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Words: 2302

Warnings: drunkenness, smut (18+)

Summary: Driders shouldn't get drunk unless they stumble upon intoxicated prey...what happens in the woods, stays in the woods 😏

Your group had finally made it out of the shadow-cursed lands. Despite the protests of your companions, you decided to let the drider Kar'niss tag along your merry group of misfits. They hadn't glimpsed into his mind, seen what you've seen, so naturally they wouldn't understand your reasoning but you simply couldn't leave him to his death at Moonrise Towers, especially not after he'd decided to defy his queen and help you defeat Ketheric. And, as you journeyed together, engaged in peculiar conversations along the way, you unexpectedly grew fond of the drider's company. Approaching the first bigger village, you decided to set up camp. While your companions sought solace in the comforts of a local tavern, longing for a soft bed, you chose to remain on the outskirts of the forest, keeping Kar'niss company as he dared not reveal himself within the village. Setting up a modest tent, you kindled a small fire and couldn't help but smile as Kar'niss skillfully spun his web between the trees.

"I'll quickly head to the tavern, have a few drinks, but I'll be back quickly", you said to Kar'niss.

"Yes, yes", he mumbled somewhat distractedly, "we need to hunt, we need food, go, we'll be busy."

"Remember to not kill any villagers", you warned him sternly, receiving only a nod in response.

With sorrowful eyes, he watched as you made your way towards the village.

Two drunkards staggered towards the forest, belting out an odd melody at the top of their lungs, swinging their tankards and occasionally taking a sip. The commotion caught Kar'niss' attention, prompting him to approach them cautiously while remaining hidden in the shadows. A smile tugged at his lips as he observed them walking straight towards his web. Easy prey, he thought, licking his lips hungrily, his arachnid instincts awakening. He made his move, his eight legs carrying him silently towards the trapped men. With a swift motion, he pierced their drunken flesh, letting the crimson elixir flow into his insatiable mouth. Kar'niss moaned with delight as their blood touched his taste buds, savouring its distinct flavour that was both sweeter and more tantalizing than anything he had ever experienced. The more he drank, the hazier his mind became, intoxicated by the unfamiliar warmth that coursed through his body. Relinquishing his hold on the men, he ran his tongue across his lips, relishing every last drop of blood that clung to his face.

As Kar'niss attempted to navigate his way back to his tent, he was taken aback by the surprising turn of events. His own body seemed to betray him, causing him to stumble and sway, his numerous legs becoming tangled in a rather clumsy display. Amidst the chaos, he found himself overcome by a mixture of laughter and tears, as these emotions washed over him like a powerful wave crashing against his fragile psyche. He almost felt like being thrown back to his earliest days as a drider, when he struggled to control his unfamiliar form. However, this time, along with the sensation of warmth, there was an overwhelming sense of joy that spread throughout his chest.

You rushed towards the woods, feeling guilty for lingering at the tavern longer than planned. Your footsteps abruptly halted as you caught sight of your little camp. Next to the fire you saw Kar'niss lying on his back, which immediately felt wrong, he'd be too weary to let his guard down like this. Concern gripped you as you heard him sobbing, prompting you to sprint towards him.

"Kar'niss, are you alright? Are you injured?", you called out, but all you received in response was a playful giggle.

A peculiar scene unfolded before your eyes. He lay on his back, his eight legs lazily sprawled to the side, occasionally twitching as he sniffed one of your tunics. He clutched it tightly to his chest as though it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Kar'niss?", you cautiously inquired as you knelt beside him.

His gaze shot upward, quickly shifting towards you as a grin spread across his face. Attempting to raise himself, he gave up halfway and slumped back onto the ground, emitting an amused sigh.

"Our beloved queen has returned," he slurred, his words drowned out by a heartfelt sob. "We've missed yoooouuuuu."

"What happened to you? Have you eaten? Are you feeling unwell?" you inquired.

The drider inhaled the scent of your tunic once more before carelessly discarding it to the side, causing it to land directly in the fire. Great there goes my last clean untorn tunic, you thought to yourself. Distracted by your last precious piece of garment catching fire, you didn't notice that the drider finally managed to turn around. He lifted himself up, only to lose his balance once again. His upper body came crashing down upon yours, burying you beneath him. You gasped for breath, realizing how close the two of you had suddenly become. His torso pressed against yours, his hair cascading down on either side of your face and the tip of his nose nearly touching yours. Seven eyes were fixated on your blushing face as Kar'niss suppressed a groan that rumbled deep within his chest.

"We've grown fond of you, new queen, you saved us", he whispered, "we-I want to thank you."

Leaning in, he clumsily pressed his lips against yours. Surprisingly, you found yourself moaning into the kiss, which he interpreted as an invitation to deepen it with his tongue. It never occurred to you that Kar'niss would know how to kiss, but it made sense considering his previous life and the charm that still radiated from his face, probably being popular among female drow back then. Squirming beneath him, your hands gently pushed his face away, breaking the kiss as you gasped for air, still trying to process what was happening in this moment.

"She doesn't desire us, we are not deserving, we apologize," he muttered, attempting to retreat, but you refused to release him. Instead, you delved into his thoughts, seeking the memories of this evening. You witnessed the presence of two men from the tavern, observing how Kar'niss consumed their blood before stumbling towards your tent. It finally dawned on you: he was drunk, completely and utterly inebriated, without any restrictions, fear or doubt holding his true self back, baring his vulnerability to you.

The irony of the situation amused you; amidst all the trials you had faced, being trapped beneath an intoxicated drider who held affection for you was definitely an unexpected turn of events. With the connection severed, Kar'niss playfully nudged your cheek with his nose, demanding your undivided attention once more.

"We saw your memories too", he whispered, "secret glances, racing pulse, concealed thoughts."

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, realising that he had rummaged through your mind as well, finding feelings you'd planned to keep hidden.

"You desire us-me, you desire me", his voice sounded so fragile in this moment, "despite this curse, shattered, undeserving, ugly, you desire me."

His lips quivered as he tried to grasp onto your feelings for him, his heart aching as it experienced the love and desire it believed it would never feel again. You pulled him closer to you, your lips meeting his in a more intense kiss this time. Kar'niss moaned, feeling your hips pressing against his, your connection reigniting, both of your desires intertwining in a flawless symphony of lust. His hands delicately caressed your body, as if afraid that his sharp claws might accidentally tear your skin. Moans of pleasure escaped from your mouth, occasionally muffled by his passionate kisses, as you felt something firm pressing against your clothed arousal. Your curiosity led your eyes to glance downwards, where you noticed a long hard skin coloured member nestled between two plates, just above the point where his drow and spider forms merged. A question formed in your mind, but before you could ask, he released you from his embrace and moved away. 

"We were her ultimate failure, condemned to this existence, never to experience love, yet burdened with desires and the potential for intimacy", tears streamed down his face as he revealed the truth. You focused on flooding his mind with your love for him, the deep affection you held, and the burning cravings to be with him in his current form. Looking into his eyes, you severed the connection with one final statement: she was mistaken, I desire every part of you.

Perhaps it was the lingering influence of the alcohol or the consequence of the emotional barrier finally shattering completely, but it awakened a primal desire within Kar'niss. A wild instinct overtook his entire being as he pounced on you, violently tearing your garments apart with his razor-sharp claws. Before you could even process a fleeting moment of sadness for yet another piece of clothing shuffled off this mortal coil, his hardened length pressed against your wet folds. Your gaze shot upward, witnessing Kar'niss losing himself in the throes of pleasure. His many eyes shut tight, his mouth agape, and his tongue flicking over his lips as a deep growl reverberated from deep within his chest. The scene before you was captivating, etching itself into the depths of your being. A resounding moan escaped your lips as your hips involuntarily bucked, causing him to slide effortlessly inside you.

More moans escaped your lips, blending with the passionate cries of his name as he stretched and filled you entirely. Both of you gasped for breath and remained motionless for a brief moment, relishing in the sensation of being so perfectly intertwined with both your minds and bodies. Kar'niss slurred unintelligible words, his eight legs struggling to support him as one arm wrapped around you, pulling you close against his body. With great effort, he managed to stand up, still burried deep inside you, but the intoxication was still taking a toll on his coordination and he stumbled forward. Barely avoiding the nearby tent, his other hand slammed against a tree trunk for stability, causing your back to collide with the rough bark. The sudden movement caused Kar'niss to slide even deeper inside you, evoking a shared groan of pleasure. Your inner walls tightened around him, on the brink of orgasm from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Desiring more of him, your fingers curled around his neck, drawing him in for a passionate kiss. Your tongue eagerly explored his mouth, intensifying the connection between you. Kar'niss's body moved with a swiftness that surpassed his thoughts, struggling to grasp the euphoric situation he found himself in. His hips immediately began thrusting into you at a brutal pace. His heart threatened to burst from his chest as exhaustion spread through his body, yet every fiber of his being was determined to persist. Eventually, his legs trembled and gave way, causing both of you to collapse onto the tent, tearing it down in the process. In a desperate attempt to maintain balance, Kar'niss's claws slid off and left deep marks in the tree bark. However, neither of you cared about the chaos surrounding you as he continued to ravish you relentlessly while you moaned loud enough for all of Faerûn to hear you. In between panting breaths, Kar'niss uttered your name as his length twitched inside you as he filled you with his seed. With two final thrusts, he pulled out just before your own orgasm consumed you.

You were about to huff in protest when he forcefully pinned you to the ground, growling fiercely before he settled between your legs and his tongue eagerly began to flick at your clit. Your mind spun as you felt him suck on you, his tongue delving deep into your entrance to lick up the mingling of your fluids with his own.

"Gooooood....moooore", he mumbled against your wetness before sucking at your clit once more.

You could feel your climax approaching rapidly again and just as you were about to reach it, he thrust two of fingers inside you, pushing you right over the edge of pleasure. You cried out his name, your hands grasping onto his hair as your legs twitched and trembled. Kar'niss chuckled softly, gently lifting you up and stumbling unsteadily towards his web in the trees. He settled down, cradling you in his arms, ensuring your safety so you wouldn't fall.

You couldn't recall the exact moment you drifted off to sleep, but as you awakened to the animated discussions of two awfully familiar voices, it dawned on you that you were not inside your tent and the sun had already risen. Startled, you bolted upright, oblivious to the fact that you were entangled in a spider's web among the branches. Without warning, you tumbled forward, nearly letting out a scream until an arm swiftly caught you, pulling you back against a comforting form. When you turned your head, you discovered Kar'niss nestled in the web, still sound asleep while holding you tightly with a contented smile on his face. As you glanced down, you noticed Gale and Astarion standing by your tent. Gale appeared visibly agitated, gesticulating wildly, until the pale elf's eyes met yours, his face adorned with a self-satisfied grin.

"Oh I know exactly what kind of animal went on a rampage here last night", the vampire chuckled, "but rest assured, she is not present. It is likely that she slept elsewhere and will join us shortly at the tavern."

"How can you be so certain?", Gale huffed, crossing his arms.

"Gale, darling, I simply know", Astarion smirked, taking Gale's arm and leading him back to the village.

As they walked away, Astarion turned his head one last time to wink at you. It was clear that this day was going to be a tedious one, filled with questions you had no desire to answer.

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[creepsinthedark]

hi everyone!

i was thinking of making a creepypasta boyfriend quiz, yes one of those quizzes that you'd find back in the day on quotev or some other silly quiz website.

however, the difference is that i would do my best to make the questions as thorough and realistic as possible, alongside long, descriptive results, and maybe even some headcanons :3

your available results would be between eyeless jack, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, and slenderman. it would be my own depiction of them, which if you're curious about, you can scroll through my masterlist and find some headcanons or stories i've written for them. [edit: i forgot, i actually write creepypasta matchups as well that you can reference, though you'll have to scroll through my tumblr for those as i don't have them linked]

however (yes, this is the part where you hate me), i would set it behind a $1 paywall. i'm aware that nobody wants to pay to take a quiz, but hear me out, i will be putting in a lot of effort and taking a lot of time to make it and genuinely have it be the best i can make.

i wanted to gauge interest beforehand first to see if people would be interested in this, so if you've read this far, please vote! i would really appreciate it.

thank you for your time <3

[creepsinthedark]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Yandere!Rarika who insisted on making you their consort. Well... 'insisted' is an understatement. More like forced. The ceremony was grand and befitting of your status.

Your wedding night was memorable. It was, admittedly, satisfying and... and primal. You barely had time to rest before Marika and Radagon took you again and again. It was like an endless competition to see who could make you cum first and/or the most, who could make you scream the loudest, and whose name fell from your lips like a prayer. You could hardly stand to walk the next day...

Yandere!Rarika who's constantly warring for your affections. You don't think you want to know the extent of it. Not really... or do you?

Marika is intensely jealous at the thought that Radagon spends more time with you. And he does, honestly, because her day is spent governing the Lands Between which leaves you two to your own devices and duties as Elden Lord(s) for the most part. Whenever she's free, however, your time is for her. And her alone. A pity you can't feel Radagon's displeasure the way she can. Good.

Radagon who makes sure that Marika can feel every aspect of you two's lovemaking. Yeah, you wouldn't have thought Radagon was capable of it but it seems like not a day goes by where he isn't fucking you senseless, claiming you like a man starved. He has you mewling, makes you quiver, and Marika seethes with rage at the way you scream his name so. And Radagon makes her feel everything without abandon, from the way you wrap your legs and arms around him to your delicious warmth...

You don't see the death glare they give each other after Marika sees the telltale signs of sex on your skin and in your demeanor. If looks could kill...

But Marika is not so above this, either. She practically recalls hearing him snarl in the recesses of her mind as you fell apart at the seams in her loving embrace.

Yandere!Rarika who will do whatever it takes to keep you close, to keep your eyes on them and them alone.

If there's one thing they can both agree on, it's the fact that none will slander or inflict harm upon you. There's a reason why Marika's subjects are silent in your presence, and Radagon has done his fair share of eliminating anyone and thing capable of tearing you away from them.

Yandere!Rarika who are convinced that you, mind, body, and spirit are theirs and theirs alone. Theirs to love. Theirs to cherish. Theirs to fight over. Theirs to fuck. Theirs to ruin.

[creepsinthedark]

Picture, if you will:

Margit taking his little Tarnished that first time...

... Or rather, the Tarnished coaxing him out of that hardened shell he's constructed around himself.

... In all seriousness, they would be lying if they said they weren't intimidated by his size. They wouldn't forget the first time they met him: a towering figure that stood in their path, ruthless in combat, devoid of mercy.

And now he towered over them once more, only under circumstances more... Intimate.

Gods, and he had the mouth of a king... They found it hard to believe that he had never taken anyone in such a manner before... The way his hands moved along their body. The way in which he claimed their lips.

They were utterly powerless. And yet for all his strength, he was incredibly gentle.

And so they lay beneath him, bare to him just as he was bare to them. And they would be lying if they said they weren't intimidated by his size.

And it hurt...

That first time when they felt him, it hurt. And there was not enough lube in the world to erase the fact that he was enormous.

They gasped. They flinched. They clutched him as they felt him push in.

And he watched. Alarm and concern on his face. And he looked to make sure that they were alright.

They clung to him. And he held them.

It was uncomfortable, but... They had been through so much worse.

They've been burned by dragonfire. Endured the brutality of the revenants. They've been smashed, pounded and grounded into fleshy pink pulp 'neath the feet of giants.

This was nothing compared to the number of deaths they've endured... Grace might revive them. But it didn't erase the memory of the feeling of death.

... They looked at him. And they set their hand upon his hip, to reassure him that they would be alright.

... And to urge him to start pumping.

[creepsinthedark]

I need more.

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭.

And at the core of it all lay an undeniable truth, one that Morgott tried to suppress since the moment he first laid eyes on you. It was pointless to deny it now, not when he had you right where he wanted you.

Desire was a dangerous thing if left unquenched, and Morgott was a man left wanting.

It didn't compare to the real thing, that construct. Useless. Utterly, pathetically useless. Morgott had had enough of falsity, of denial so harmful that it defined his very being. It lacked the fire that so intensely burned in you, an inferno that made him rage and lust and hate. His body was wracked with pleasurable tremors at the thought of seeing you but duty-bound he was and duty-bound he remained. And so from the steps of Leyndell did he yearn.

It didn't compare to the real thing, that construct.

But in that one moment, Morgott reasoned that it was enough.

And what a fool he'd been, denial keeping him so strongly tethered to the lies. It was unbecoming of him. This was unbecoming of him but he cared not. Not anymore.

Not when he had the real thing in his arms.

You lay beneath him, naked and burning with arousal; the flame he both coveted and hated so burned bright in your eyes, shattering the chains of abjuration that had kept him blind for so long. You were prepared, painstakingly so, to embrace Morgott, to accept him fully within you. And, oh, the anticipation.

It didn't last long for he pushed, carefully, gently, into you. Pushed and felt your velvety heat embrace him and what a fool he'd been. Your moans and sighs, the exaltation of desire, free him from the shackles of longing unchecked. He falls willingly.

And Morgott is a fool no longer.

[creepsinthedark]

Toby Rogers Nsfw headcanons

I just realize I haven’t posted in months I am so sorry lmao

• Contrary to popular belief, Toby is 100% a top.

• But he’s not opposed to being pegged if you bring it up.

• He gives either the best or the worst aftercare, it depends on his mood.

• If he’s in a good mood he’ll kiss you on the forehead and clean all of his cum off of your thighs and stomach.

• Did I mention that he absolutely loves to use you as his personal cum dump?

• PRAISE. Praise is a massive thing for him, weather it’s praising you or you praising him. Just please tell him he’s Doing well.

• Unless he’s in a bad mood, then he doesn’t care about your pleasure let alone your thoughts.

• Can’t get enough of your ass, though he’s more of a thigh guy.

• Remember when I said he’ll clean all the cum up off of your thighs?

• If he’s in sub space he’ll lick it up and swallow it all.

• “You like that, Dove? Show me how much you love me.”

• Will randomly slap your ass and cheek, while he fucks you from behind.

• Grabs your hair and forces you to look at him, not even just while he pounds you into the sheets, he’ll do it in the town to show people “who you belong too.”

[creepsinthedark]

You're dead to me [3]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, barely proofread, a lot of awkward tension cause Neytiri and humans + reader being in conflict, terrible na'vi sentence.

Word count: 3,8k

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A superior of you recommended you to Norm, a human scientist in an avatar body that went against the RDA a decade ago. He lives close to the war, which means close to the Omatikaya. This means you were going to face your father, the man you really didn't want to see. It wasn't that big of a shock to you when you were told that you were going to the front lines. You were always preached about for being one of the best warriors, you saw it coming. Both Raja and Seb were also ranked as one of the best warriors among your group, so it was fortunate you could at least be close to your friends if you were to break down. Yet you weren't planning to do that. Deep inside you yearned for him, wanting to jump into his arms the moment you see him and call him daddy again, but another side of you told you to keep quiet about it. Let him figure it out on his own. Act like you don't care and show him what you became. Was it the mature way? No, definitely not. But you threw your childhood away to become a warrior, being childish every now and then shouldn't hurt too much. And I mean, they had your files. The information of you potentially being Jake Sully's kid was out in the open for the higher-ranked to see, so whether he was interested enough in getting to know his soon-to-be acquaintances or not, the choice of figuring out you are his babygirl is really up to Jake Sully himself. It's not like he would notice it by looking at your face, your mask wasn't see-through and covered half of your face. Besides that, you look different than what you looked like over a decade ago. So here you were, in this helicopter with Raja and Seb on your way to the Omatikaya clan, adrenaline rushing through your veins as Raja kept her grip on your forearm.

Jake Sully held his wife in his arms as he begged her to accept the help that is supposed to get to home tree soon. Norm already told him weeks ago that the resistance was coming soon. He didn't know what he meant, unaware of the things that were happening on earth. He was explained how earth was in an uproar, divided into three groups: with the RDA, against the RDA, or being neutral. Information was leaked about the RDA's doings, how they were sending humans to Pandora to kill the natives. History repeats itself. From killing their own kind centuries ago to killing a different species on a different planet. Norm told him how he was in contact with a huge resistance party on planet earth, one that was open for it to directly take action, how they wanted to send their trained warriors to Pandora to end the wrongdoings of mankind and keep the RDA away or any human that was a potential enemy to Pandora and its nature. Young warriors that just finished their training, choosing to fight for someone else's freedom rather than living a safe life on earth. Safe as in not getting attacked then, because planet earth is definitely dying. Jake could appreciate this selfless decision, whether some may be in it for the paycheck or just an act of kindness, all of them were there to help. He was hoping Neytiri could see it like this too, they were here to help fight against their own kind. Jake's pleading eyes couldn't make Neytiri decline, so with a loud hiss she agreed, "fine, but I'm coming with you. If they make one wrong move I'm going to pierce an arrow through their skulls, ma Jake." Her tone sounded annoyed, but she couldn't help but lean into his touch.

Even though Neytiri agreed to accept help from the sky demons, she was against the idea to bring those demons directly to high camp. It was that feeling all over again, when Jake betrayed her and the RDA came to destroy their past home, home tree. She was scared for her people, for her children. Jake could understand where she was coming from and agreed with Norm through his throat microphone to meet at the lab instead. His children were listening from afar and Tuk jumped out of their hiding spot, much to Neteyam's, Loak's and Kiri's dismay. "Are we going on an adventure?", giggles left her lips as she jumped towards her mother, her arms wrapping around her waist. Her chin was pressed against her mom's hip as she looked up at her with sparkles in her eyes. Kiri smacked herself against the forehead as their little sibling ran towards her parents. The three got out of their hiding spot, Neteyam walking in front as he was ready to confront his father, "sir I-" he started, but was immediately cut off as Jake spoke over his voice, "Neteyam I need you to come with your mom and me. We are retrieving guests, sky people. This will be part of your Olo'eyktan training." Jake's tone was fierce as he spoke to his son, treating his own blood as nothing but a warrior. Neteyam pursed his lips as he nodded his hand in response, "yes sir." was all he had left to say. Loak groaned as he felt left out of the situation. He wanted to go on an adventure too, and spend time with his father. "What about me? Why can't I come?" He didn't hide the disappointment in his tone as he asked his questions, mainly directing them to his father. "I need you to stay here and take care of Kiri and Tuk." Kiri then decided to chime in on the conversation, planning to get more information on the current situation, "what is this all about dad? They're going to help us, but what are they exactly?" Jake sighed in response as he brought his hand to his forehead. It was no use hiding anything, they would get to know the truth eventually. So he just decided to tell them everything he knew from Norm.

Everything comes to light after all.

Jake Sully prepared himself for their departure. Hunter's knife strapped to his hip and his throat microphone attached as always, in case Loak gets into trouble yet again. "Ma Jake? Are you ready soon? My mother would like to see you as well before we do." Neytiri called from outside their family pod. "Almost almost, I'll get to her tent soon." Jake was frantically looking around the pod as he spoke. He was looking for his good luck charm. Childish one may call it, but it made him feel at ease during these stressful times. There it lay, the thing he was looking for, under one of the woven carpets. He picked the round charm up, holding it between his thumb and index finger as he tried to open the lock. His heart pounded into his throat as he did so, struggling to open it because of his much bigger hands. He was delusional, scared to lose it. He breathed out when he came face to face with your cute baby face, all smiling and giggling. "Thank Eywa," he mumbled to himself and tied to chain to the handle of his knife. When Jake Sully opened the flap that separated the inside of the pod from the outside world he came face to face with Neytiri, "Mo'at wants to see me?" She responded with a nod as her head nodded to the healer's tent, "she wanted to speak to you, she told me." He wondered what that could be about. He wasn't injured or suffering from any illnesses, so what could have possibly happened? Jake Sully nodded his head before speaking up, "I still don't think it's a good idea that you come." Neytiri crossed her arms at his words, "Ma Jake, I need to see what kind of people are about to enter my clan." And with that, she walked away. A sigh left his lips since he knew things would not turn out too well. He stepped towards Mo'at's tent. Time to find out why she needed him, as he entered the tent Mo'at was supposed to be at. "Ah, Jake Sully. I was awaiting you." She motioned for him to come in and he followed her order. He awkwardly stood next to her as she busied herself with her herbs, "Eywa has spoken to me. It has to do with you, Jake Sully." His ears twitched in curiosity, motioning for her to continue speaking. "You are about to be in a huge conflict. Hearts will break and tears will stream. You mustn't give up as Eywa has spoken to me this needs to happen for you to continue forward, so don't back down, Jake Sully." This just confused him, what conflict? Does this have to do with the arrival of the resistance? Is this about the RDA? But he doesn't dare ask, because he knows the Tsahik can't get into detail. His gaze is focused on the herbs the Tsahik is mixing up into medicines. Was it to distract herself from this conversation? He didn't know what else to say, but there is one thing he dared to ask, "when will this happen?"

"Way sooner than you will ever expect, Jake Sully."

"Your codename is Buttercup?" Norm looked at Seb in disbelief as the guy in question just shook his head, "I was forced, this is a crime." The three of you were talking about yourselves to Norm as Norm listened carefully. Raja giggled at the embarrassment of her friend, "so there used to be this cartoon I found in one of my great grandma's old boxes. It was called the Powerpuff girls. It is about three sisters that fight against crime and we needed codenames, so I forced (Y/N) and Seb to match with me." This made Norm realize how the three trained warriors in front of him were actually still kids at heart. Of course he knew that they were young, but this just showed how much they missed out on beings kids. You chuckled at the conversation and shrugged, "I mean, my codename is Blossom so it's not too bad, not like being a buff dude and getting called Buttercup. Raja's fits hers, bubbles. It fits her bubbly personality." Seb continued complaining about how it was two against one and that he couldn't escape from his codename being Buttercup. "We are here," Norm commented and you felt the nerves go through your body once again, your grip on your katana so hard your knuckles turned lighter. As the helicopter lowered, you looked outside the window and there you saw three blue figures standing next to one another close to a facility in the middle of the forest. There he was. Your dad. Standing all high and mighty and he was so tall. He looked so different, yet still the same. You noticed certain features that just made him look like your dad. You wished you were a little kid again. If it was little you in your place right now, she wouldn't have given a damn. Would've run up to him and told him who you were as you would have jumped into his arms. But you grew up, full of anger and pain. You pursed your lips as you watched him talk with his mate and son, silently wishing it was you there, by his side as he had a proud look on his face. You had an intense conflict within yourself. Why did you have to be such a tryhard? If you slacked off, you could have been chilling with the other warriors that were spread around the other forest clans. Yet, this was something to be proud of. You did this on your own, you should prove yourself to them, to him. But were you ready for this confrontation? All this inner dialogue made your head hurt. You had to stop fighting the thoughts in your head and focus, because you were getting lost in your thoughts a lot. That wasn't acceptable, not on a battlefield. Once the helicopter landed, Norm was the first to step out of the helicopter, followed by Seb, Raja and you. When the three of you stood in a line you were standing right in front of the Na'vi: Seb in front of Neteyam, Raja in front of Neytiri, and you in front of Jake Sully right in the middle. As if Eywa herself wanted this to happen, wanting the two of you to reconnect. He analyzes you from head to toe, his gaze burning into your skin making you push your mask further into your skin. You wanted to crawl into a cave right there and then.

"Oel Ngati Kameie," the three of you say in unison as you brought your hand towards your forehead, dropping it slowly to the height where your chest is at. The na'vi in front of you do the same na'vi greeting, before Jake Sully switched to English, "I, Jake Sully, Welcome you to Pandora, I can speak for everyone of the Omatikaya clan that we are very thankful for your arrival and your help." His English sounded rusty, but understandable when you haven't been using it for the past decade. Your eyebrows raise at his English, "we understand Na'vi. Pxoeng nolume Na'vi." You spoke to your dad through your mask and you could see the surprise on his face. It made you smile, he looked proud. Fortunately, the mask covered your mouth, otherwise, everyone could have seen your happy expression. Norm chimed into the conversation, "These three are the best warriors of their group. (Y/N), Seb and Raja, all scored fantastically on their physical exams. Six years ago, these warriors left just a few weeks before RDA's departure. We got a few weeks to plan out a raid against their new forces." Everyone nods in unison and you glance at your dad once again, locking eyes with him, since he was already looking at you.

Jake's eyes widen at that name. It was a name he didn't hear in so long. He thought of his babygirl, wondering what you could be doing right now. Did you graduate? Have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Was he a grandfather? He got so overwhelmed at the thought of you. He missed you so much. His little girl, who is probably not so little now. Regret and guilt fuels his body as he remembers that he was the one to leave you and never return to earth. How he hoped to see your face again. Come and live here with him on Pandora, was that a selfish thought?

Norm took out a form and cleared his throat, making Jake Sully wake up from all his thoughts, "Jake, the warriors first need to do this checkup before they can get to work, resistance orders," he passes him the map with your files and your heart immediately dropped to your stomach. You knew he was about to get your last name eventually, but on the first day? You don't know if you can do that. "This was supposed to be my task, but I trust that you can do this, oh great Olo'eyktan? Max is researching something and he urgently needs my help with it." Great Norm, just great. Eywa, is this your doing? Because you would rather wish she takes you to her right this instant. "You can trust me with this, Norm." Jake flashes him a grin. "Don't lose it and I really mean that," Norm's gaze reaches the three of you once again, he almost looks worried, "I read the checkup, good luck, because as a scientist I could never." And to the lab he went.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Seb raised his eyebrows in concern and his eyes glanced at the map your father was holding. Neytiri has been quiet this entire time as well as Neteyam. Both were weary ever since they met you three, like mother, like son. Everyone could notice the tension, it would have made Jake's arm hair stand if he had any. "Okay, let's see what we have here.. Pretty.. gruesome.." Neteyam was looking over his dad's shoulder, frowning at all of them, "sir, is this normal for humans?" Again, you raise your eyebrows and you couldn't stop the next words you say from coming out of your mouth, "you call your father 'sir'? What is this, an army?" Raja widens her eyes, as well as Seb. Neytiri hisses your way in defense, Jake putting his arm out in front of her as to not make her pounce in you, but you don't flinch. You just looked at your father in disbelief at how he was treating his own son. It was awfully quiet as Jake didn't know what to reply. Your hard gaze on him made him feel something, guilt? Pain? He couldn't describe it, but he felt weird in some way. Luckily, Norm came back in his human body, clear mask on his face, "false alarm, he already got help from the other scientists and everything is go- what the hell happened here?" Norm could feel the tension in his bones as he watched the six of you. You were the first to speak up, "nothing is wrong here. So you will do our checkup right?" You walked towards your father, gripping the file map out of his hands and handing it over to Norm. Everyone's jaws drop to the ground and Neytiri drew her hunter's knife, "you sky demon I knew you couldn't be trusted! Such disrespectful behavior!" Jake takes a hold of his mate. They couldn't fight, not now. Neytiri needed to get out of here before blood was about to be drawn. "Ma Neytiri please, it's fine, could you please check up on Loak?" The tension was unbearable for Jake Sully. His eyes pleaded for himself to handle this. The grip on her knife loosened as she hissed again. Neteyam stepped towards his mother as his hand wrapped around hers, the one she was gripping the knife with, "mother please, please trust father." He himself had doubts about these humans, but it looked like his dad trusted them, so he should at least try right? As future Olo'eyktan. Looking into her son's eyes, she felt herself calm down as she lowered her knife, attaching it to her hip. She put her hand on Neteyam's cheek for a second before pulling her hand away. Once again, she threw a glance at you. "I'm watching you." She sent you a hiss as a warning and crept back into the forest. Great, you have a bad relationship with your dad's mate. Maybe this was for the best after all. Jake sighed, he shouldn't have taken Neytiri with him even after all her demands. With sky people she just met it was bound to go like this.

After that awkward ordeal, Neteyam led everyone to an open field in the forest. With your dad's gaze still lingering on your body, you decided to try and ignore it. Easier said than done. You yearned for your dad, but you couldn't give in. Neteyam and Jake stood to the side as the three of you started stretching in the conveniently open field that was formed into a circle. "The checkup is about strength, focus, and speed. You need to fight one vs one hand-to-hand combat battles against one another without masks on."

"Without masks?! Are they out of their mind?!"

"Do you expect an answer or?"

"No I don't!"

Seb and Raja continued their daily bickering as always, but your mind was completely somewhere else. Jake seemed to notice this, as he walked towards you. He had this urge to comfort you. Could it be, because you had the same name as his daughter on earth? Maybe, but maybe if he took care of you, he could feel at peace again. He sat on his knees and put his hand on your shoulder, making you look his way. "I'm sorry for my mate, she can be very protective of me," he softly spoke to you, "and I don't blame you, you woke up after 6 years and your entire life is upside down. I understand." You pursed your lips at his words. Why was he being so soft to you? You couldn't stand it, not when he spoke like that, reassuring you like that. You didn't reply, you just gave him the shoulder as you stepped away from his grip. This just made him even more confused as his chest hurt, did he do something wrong when he met you? Was he staring at you a little too long? Did his gaze offend you?

"We will do three rounds and in those three rounds, you need to put your enemy down for ten seconds to win."

"Let's dance then, shall we?"

And those words you spoke, felt awfully familiar to Jake Sully.

Neteyam Sully watched in awe as you fought the final round against Seb. Your mask was on the ground as you pounced on the much taller guy. He tried to lock your legs with his to make you lose your balance, which would have given him an advantage, but you punched him in the face with your fist, making his mouth open and gasp for air. In his moment of panic, you used it to knock him face-first into the dirty mossy ground, keeping his head on the floor as you twisted his arm. You sat right on his back as you used your knee on his neck to keep him down, the other weighing on his lower back and arm. You gasped for air as you saw blurry, listening to Norm count to ten was honestly something. It sounded like he counted to a hundred in slow motion. When he yelled the word ten, you quickly got off your friend, crawling towards your mask. Jake wanted to run up to you to help you, but Norm told him to stop and that this was what you were supposed to do in a real battle if it would ever happen that you lose your mask. You quickly took your mask in your hand and put it on your face with a shaky hand, gasping for the oxygen you needed. You coughed loudly as you sat on your knees with your hands on the ground. Jake rushed towards you and put his arm around you, rubbing your back with his free hand, "are you okay?" worry in his tone as he spoke. Your eyes widen at the familiar hug. The warmth of his arms as he used to hold onto you as you snuggled against him in your sleep. But you couldn't. You held onto his hand, letting the touch linger your skin before you pushed it away, "I'm good, yes." You stood up and walked towards Norm, not looking back at him once.

Just what was it with you?

And why did it hurt how you treated him?

A/N: I was lowkey insecure about posting this part 3 fr, idk if I liked it. I kept adding and adding details in the hope I would feel better about it, so here's a longer part than usual. Hope you enjoyed it. Pls tell me what you think. <3

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You're dead to me [2]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, daddy issues, idk how one lives with zero gravity, barely proofread

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What actually took six years didn't feel like that to you at all. One moment you closed your eyes as you were put into cryosleep and after what felt like one second passed, you got woken up from your deep slumber. The claustrophobic space you are in makes something inside of you itch. Good thing you were into cryosleep, you couldn't have survived sleeping in this tube every night for six years in a row. Once your tube was pulled out of the wall, you immediately feel yourself floating. So this is what space felt like.

"Drink and eat lots, since you will feel very weak!", a loud voice echoes through the room as one by one everyone left their cryosleep. You float through the room with a smile on your face as you hold onto handles, lockers, anything to keep your balance. An excited scream could be heard from behind you, it was your friend Raja. "You are not dead I see," she jokes as she floats towards you, her arms wide open to invite you in a hug, "this is honestly insane, I can't believe that we are actually doing this!" You wrap your arms around you as you share her excitement, "I know right? We worked so hard for this, I can't believe this is happening." You met Raja on your first day being at the resistance base. She shared her passion for nature with pride and you always admired her for this. A cough is heard behind your back and Raja looks over your shoulder to see who it was, "Seb!" she squeals as she carefully gets out of your hug, floating towards their other friend to engulf him in a hug. You watch as Raja and Seb share their excitement with each other. They really didn't age at all while being in cryosleep, such an interestingly concept it was. You float towards them, holding onto Seb's shoulder to keep your balance and not pass out, because damn they were right. You feel so tired and weak. If you weren't in space right now you probably would have fallen to the floor. Your limbs felt like cooked noodles, you really needed to eat. "The trio is back at it again to cause havoc!!" Seb ruffles your head, your hair tangling in between his fingers as he did so. The three of you were the inseparable trio. While you had a group of friends you hung out with, you three always just stuck together like glue. It may have been the fact you bonded over being reckless warriors, thriving on the thrill and action, or the fact all three of you were top students, but that doesn't matter. Raja and Seb are your partners in crime til death do you all part. The two are engaged in a deep conversation, but you didn't bother to listen or chime in. You wanted to explore, and see what you worked your entire teenagehood for. Grabbing onto the handle against the walls, you made your way towards the huge window, were also most of the crew was floating around. You had to see this for yourself, you had to believe it with your own eyes. What if you were still dreaming?

"Excuse me, Pardon me!", still not used to not having any gravity, you keep bumping into other warriors. A 'watch where you're going!' was screamed your way, but you paid no mind to it as you had more important things to do. Floating past the last person that kept you from seeing outside, your eyes immediately widen at the beauty that lay in front of you. A planet, looking exactly like earth, right in front of you. It was beautiful, the true meaning behind mother nature. You bring your hand towards your cheek to pinch yourself, was this real? Were you truly experiencing this? When you pinched yourself so hard, leaving a red mark on your skin, and you didn't wake up you knew this was real. You were knocked out of your senses pretty quickly, as everyone was told to dress up, eat and get together in the common area. Where that was? No idea, but what you knew is that you were excited as hell. You basically swam through the air towards the lockers, where your supposed gear would be. The sight was probably incredibly silly, you thought, you probably looked like a swimming frog. Yet you didn't care about the stares that were given you. The only thing on your mind was to see Pandora with your own eyes— not out of books, notes you had to read, or drawings. You left without telling Seb or Raja, but you would probably find them, considering you're going to the same destination and those two definitely weren't to miss.

You float past all the lockers with nameplates, looking for your name. You were told that they were in alphabetic order. Last name. You could never escape him, could you? You proceed to float, using the lockers to pull yourself up and speed up towards the lockers that start with 'S'. Upon floating in front of the name that haunted you every day, you sigh and slam the locker open. Clothes sealed in recycled plastic, a pair of shoes, and an oxygen mask. Fortunately, it wasn't those old aquarium-like masks. When you learned about those you thought they were ugly as hell: a head in an aquarium. Those were designed like gas masks. Was that the best way to explain them? They only covered the mouth and nose part to breathe properly, it didn't cover the entire face anymore. You flash a skeptical expression towards the clothes in your arms. They were dark colors, dark colors in a hot amazon-like forest? If it were up to you, you wouldn't have chosen a little more, bare, clothes. For the sweat to at least dry up and not soak in the clothes. "Weird choice of clothes, right?", Raja appeared next to you, out of the blue, making you flinch. You quickly managed to cover it up and compose yourself, "I'm gonna end up looking like a crab while fighting a villain, kind of embarrassing." she laughs at your reply and grabs a hold of your forearm, "come on let's go change. Seb already went to change!" And with that, your friend pulls you with her. Changing your clothes was kind of awkward. The room was a big space where all women changed next to one another. It gave PE class vibes. You felt sticky and disgusting as you changed out of the clothes you wore for six years. Wearing fresh, clean clothes is always better than nothing. The material feels nice against your skin, and very cooling. As you look in the mirror, fixing every detail to look as neat as possible. You roll your sleeves up just a tad bit and tried to loosen the corset-like clothing piece around your upper body. It doesn't look exactly like a corset, but it's one of those clothing pieces that have a corset built into it. The mask is hanging against your hip, ready to be used 24/7 once you stepped foot on Pandora. The pants were a little wide thankfully, enough space to move into. "What is it with the corset though? Who wears a corset while fighting?" "Maybe it's bulletbroof or something?"

After this whole ordeal in the dressing room with some people whining about the clothes being too hot, while others were second guessing if the outfit was nice to fight in, you finally made your way towards this common area. There everyone was awkwardly sitting, what one could call sitting in space. Everyone was given a granola bar to snack on and a sealed bag with a sweet drink in it. You leaned against Seb, as you were too tired to use your strength to hold onto anything. Eating the bar and sipping from the overly-sweetened drink, you listened to the peptalk your superiors were giving you all. It was something about protecting Pandora, RDA and the forest Na'vi, but you really were too tired to listen. It was most likely the talk they did every time before you went into cryosleep. If you missed anything you could just ask Raja or Seb about it.

What almost felt like a decade to you, actually took just a few hours before you finally landed on Pandora. During the landing all, maybe twenty of you in total, were seated as you braced for impact. It wasn't too bad, it was like a plane landing. Before the doors opened, the duffel bags you took with you were placed on your laps. For your instance, the bag with the wrapped katana you got from your lieutenant was handed to you. You put your mask against your face, pressing it down and securing it as you breathe in the oxygen from the earth. Red lights flash through the area you're in with the others as the secured door lowers to the Pandorean ground, revealing the beauty of mother nature. You rise from your seat as your seat belt was already unclasped. Without waiting any longer, you rushed to the outside world in a heartbeat. Watching your surroundings, it seems like you landed on the resistance base. Unlike the RDA base, which you saw during your learning process, this one was more integrated with mother nature rather than destroying it to make space. It was so organic, so natural. A team was already waiting for your arrival, all standing in a row as you lock gazes with a Na'vi. Unlike the things you were taught about Na'vi clothing, this one was wearing human clothes. Could this be what one would call an avatar? The same situation your dad was also in? You start thinking he was your dad, but it didn't look like him at all. You knew avatars were supposed to look like their 'owners'. Even though it was supposed to be your dad's brother's avatar, they were twins. One would ask 'you don't know what your dad's avatar body looks like?', but honestly as you said many times you tried to pull away from the hauntings Jake Sully got you. The insecurities, and issues you got from his betrayal, his departure. It truly hit you like a truck. Questions would pop up like:

Were you enough?

Was there something wrong with you?

Why didn't he come back to you?

You couldn't take talking about your dad's new life. Selfish one may call it, then you were selfish in their eyes. You didn't care. Wanting your dad, is that selfish? Missing your dad, is that selfish? Angry because your dad wanted a new life without you, is that selfish? You yearned for him, yet despised talking about him. That's why you don't know what he looks like, what he is up to. You just know his history: put into the avatar body from his brother to follow military orders. From only caring about getting a paycheck to protecting the natives. He was crowned with the name Toruk Makto as you were taught. Mated to Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'Ite, daughter of the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik. When you first heard about this, you felt sick to your stomach. Reality hitting you even harder at age thirteen. It was already bad enough to know your dad left you, but also getting to know that he settled down while you spent your time waiting for him? You remember running out of the classroom when a superior taught you this information. This was also how you got in contact with Raja and Seb. They comforted you while everyone else thought of you as weird, weak. They were the first people, besides the superiors that came in contact with you, that came to know about your dad being Jake Sully, about the struggles you got after he left. Yet, they didn't laugh at what you thought was exaggerating. They listened carefully to your words as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

'We were attached to the hip, what went wrong?'

'Did I make him unhappy?'

'Was I too much for him?'

'Was he looking for something more rather than being a single dad?'

You spilled your insecurities to them and they never uttered a word about it to someone else. You will be forever grateful for them. You were so lost in thoughts, getting slightly emotional at all these thoughts about your dad, until a hand rested on your shoulder, "and last but not least, you must take her with you. She's our best warrior, Norm. She will need to stay on the battlefield, closest to the war." So Norm was his name. A pretty goofy one if you had to be honest. The avatar named Norm stood at least 10 feet tall as he looked down at you, literally. You just reached around his crotch area, which is kinda embarrassing because imagining running into his front. Hopefully, he likes to travel in his human body more. "Then that's settled, Oel Ngati Kameie." His hand rested against his forehead, slowly bringing it down to his chest. You flashed him a kind smile in return, ready for whatever adventure you will come across, "Oel Ngati Kameie."

But only if you knew.

.

.

"They have arrived, they will help us."

"They're sky demons! All the same!"

"I used to be one as well, yet I had a change of heart. Please accept the help they will offer us, for our people, for our family, our fortress." his hands grip hers, intertwining their fingers as he spoke to her in private, away from the children. He opened his mouth again, pressing his forehead against hers, "please, Ma Neytiri."

A/N: first of all, thank you all so much for the positive feedback. I honestly didn't expect it I'm gonna be fr😭 it gave me enough motivation to write part 2, so here it is, earlier than expected. I hope you enjoyed <3

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You're dead to me [1]

Dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, angst, fluff, barely proofread, kinda rushed, prologue type of part.

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"Daddy daddy look what I made!" When Jake Sully entered the room, he was met with a pair of sparkling eyes staring directly at him, paper in hand as you jumped up and down in excitement. He closed the door with his hands before he moved them back to the wheels, rolling himself forward carefully as he had their dinner on his lap. When you headed towards him, your tiny feet stepping towards him in small baby steps, Jake Sully already knew he had to remove anything available on his lap for the tiny human that was about to jump in his arms. He quickly put the plastic bag to his side and opened his arms to welcome his adopted daughter in his arms. "Daddy daddy!!", your squeals filled the air as you pressed yourself against his body. Jake Sully had to steady his body for the huge amount of impact a tiny human like yours could give, but once he seated you comfortably on his lap, he couldn't help but lift you up to his face, his arms around her body to hug her close as she was kneeling on his lap. "Hi babygirl, did you make something for daddy?", he brought his lips towards your chubby cheek to blow a raspberry against your skin. Tons of giggles left your lips as you nodded your head to his question, "I drew daddy and me!" You held onto his shoulder to steady yourself with one hand before you brought the drawing in front of his face. Jake Sully had to squint his eyes to get used to the closeness, the little girl, that was you, basically pressing the drawing into his face. Another pair of giggles left your lips as you waited for his reply. He turned you around on his lap and you immediately took a seat, your short legs dangling against his. Jake took his time to analyze the drawing. It was incredibly messy, as expected of a six year old. A few scribbles in different colors. Something that is supposed to look like a rainbow? But in the middle, there he was. Jake sully himself. He was sitting on something that looked like a chair and his little girl was there, right on his lap. The drawing was very abstract, but it made his heart flutter nonetheless. "And you drew this all by yourself? You did this all by yourself?" One hand is held onto the drawing while the other was wrapped around your stomach.

"Yes daddy!! I love you daddy!!"

You, (Y/N) Sully, prior (Y/N) (L/N), were confused. Where did your daddy go? You were young, age 8 when he left you on earth. You didn't understand why. Didn't he love you? But he always made sure to remind you. Kisses, quality time, cuddling. He took you in when mommy and daddy died, so why is he suddenly leaving you? He told you it was for work, something important that would give the both of you a good life. Give you a good life. But you didn't care about anything of that. Being with your daddy already made you feel like you were living your best life. Painting with daddy, eating with daddy, cuddling with daddy. But he told you to be patient and that he would return to you soon. Yet, when was soon? You grew impatient, even though you yourself knew that it wasn't kind of you to be like that. He took you in when you were an orphan and took his time to care for you, even though he was paralyzed and having a hard time himself. You completed one another, because you both needed each other the most at the same time. So you tried you best to stay optimistic. Your daddy loves you, so surely he will come soon for you, right? But days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Then he missed your eleventh birthday. The neighbors Jake Sully was close with took care of you instead during the time. They were like your auntie and uncle, but they weren't your daddy. When two years passed, you decided to call it quits. He wasn't coming back for you. You were thirteen at that time, old enough to understand the reality of the world. A teenager without any goals is what you were, the light and will left your eyes the moment your daddy left you. You hated carrying his last name, yet couldn't bring yourself to change it back to your original surname.

The decision to keep your last name was the reason they found you. They, are a resistance group going against the destruction of Pandora. Pandora. The planet your daddy went to and never came back from. Like the reckless thirteen-year-old you were and not thinking about consequences at all in this terrible world, you went with these unknown, potentially dangerous, people to their underground base. There you were answered all the questions you had and wanted to ask. It was normal that you were curious about your dad, but tried to be nonchalant about it. Him leaving you wasn't a big deal, not at all. Why would that be a big deal? But you couldn't fool anyone with that type of behavior, as the liteaunant explained further than the questions you actually asked. Much more personal information. A daughter will always miss her dad after all. You learned that your father, Jake Sully, was still alive and one of the people. A painful way to know, from someone else, since it felt like your father indirectly slapped you in the face with an 'I don't care about you'. "Alive and well", were the words she told you. Alive and well your ass. When you were asked to join the program to protect Pandora, the indigenous and its nature from the greedy governments that tried to destroy it. The same governments that already have destroyed their own planet: ignoring global warming. Proceeding to pump gas from under the ground, bringing animals in danger, and destroying the nature humanity needs to even breathe. You couldn't lie, you wanted to decline. Saving the world and all sounded good and all, but you never wanted to do anything that even indirectly involved you so-called father. When money and status were involved, it started to sound interesting in your eyes. Ironic, the same way your dad left you. Like father like daughter, one could say. Yet, this was your chance to show everyone what you could turn out to be.

So, accepting is what you did. You soon started training, but it was no usual military training. You all learned about life on Pandora, you and the others that had potential in them learned to live like the people of Pandora: the bow and arrow, spears, but also hand-to-hand combat if anything were to go wrong. The training honestly went great, you didn't regret accepting the offer one bit. You felt fit and worthy, and most importantly you found people around you that cared for you. The liteaunant that guided you from the start was like a master to you. Not in an authority kind of way, but a respectful bond between two equals. You had friends that went through this entire process with you, telling each other about their lives and how they ended up here. While they were almost like warriors following orders, every night the group would sneak away to be like teenagers again, kids having fun and playing games. For a long time, it was the same routine. Wake up, eat, and train for almost the entire day, do homework, have dinner, sneak out, and sleep. You hated that homework so much, but knew that you needed to master everything you were given. It was to learn the language of the people, Na'vi. This felt like when you had to learn languages in high school, but ten times worse as you didn't even finish high school. "Oel nati kamy?", your voice sounded unsure as you tried to say the formal way of greeting someone in Na'vi, but you earned a slap against your forehead in return from one of your friends. "No, it's Oel Ngati Kameie, skxwang!"

Years of training together ended up being so worth it, because when all of you reached the end of your teenage years, it got announced that you were finally ready. You felt so delighted to know that all of your hard work paid off in the end. You knew everyone had a hard time trying their best to teach you the language of the people, so you were so thankful for everyone around you to get you where you are right now. Everyone worked so hard for it. As a parting gift, your liteaunant gifted you a katana. "It's to protect yourself, and always think of me", she joked to you, but the both of you could feel the heavy tension in the air. The grip on your katana tightened as you dropped your bag on the floor. You finally wrapped your arms around her, forgetting about the warrior exterior, that facade falling for just a moment. She didn't hesitate to hug you in return, "thank you for everything." You had whispered into her ear and pulled yourself together, being the first one to pull away from the hug. You knew that if you didn't let go now, you would second-guess jumping on your flight to Pandora. "Come on (y/n)!" Your friends already boarded and you were the last one left on the flat grounds. "Go on, child. You deserve this. And remember what I told you!" You don't reply, but only flash her a smile as you run after your friends with the katana and a bag. You all follow your superiors' suit, putting your stuff where they tell you to. With no seconds left to spare, they immediately tell you to follow them to your tubes, you were getting put into cryosleep. You still couldn't believe it. They were going to put you to sleep for six years and you're gonna wake up looking the same, but temporarily living in a dream world you trained your entire teen years for. You lay down in your tube, ready to get put to sleep. The nerves were truly getting to you. "See you on the other side!", you jokingly said to lift up the mood, and your friends started joking around, telling one another goodbyes and what they should do if one of them doesn't wake up. You just lay there quietly, waiting to get put to sleep as your mind starts wandering. You kept thinking about your leatiunant's words. She keeps telling you that you should make up with your dad or at least hear him out. You hoped you wouldn't run into him on Pandora, but he was Jake Sully. The Toruk Makto that went from being a sky demon to being one of the people. For sure you would get in contact with him. But as long as no one revealed your name, everything could be fine. He's dead to you after all. Surely, you were only there for the money and a good time, right?

Only time could tell.

A/N: my first time writing on tumblr so no idea how some stuff works. Had this type of idea for a dad Sully plot for a while and finally started it. Legit rushed through this to finish this asap cause backstory kinda lame. I'm a college student so give me some time until the next part. I need to release a novella for college so I'm double-writing a story— isn't smart of me but🤭

[creepsinthedark]

Lost and found

Pairing: adult!Neteyam x female human scientist

Words: 3k

Summary: Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, non/con elements, p in v, creampie, Na‘vi in heat, alien biology, language barrier, kinda dark!neteyam, neteyams pov, size kink, size difference

Neteyam isn’t really fond of humans.

Spider wasn’t an exception. Neteyam was sure that even he would one day betray his family for his own race. The oldest Sully had his reasons for keeping his distance towards them, no matter if they considered themselves his family’s friends or ally’s. For all his life, he hadn’t exchanged much more than a few words with Norm and Max and avoids them for most of the time. Neteyam also makes sure to stay away from the laboratories and all humans technology.

It’s not just that he doesn’t like them. Neteyam despises humans. They can’t be trusted. All they bring, is pain and suffering. His mother had raised him that way. And that's exactly why he doesn't hesitate to draw his bow, when he stumbles upon a human female in the forest. She seems to be alone, unarmed and visible lost. An easy target and it would be one less of them on Pandora.

Neteyam takes a deep breath, draws his bow, ready to shoot, but then… then there’s a breeze of wind and some of her scent is blown in his direction. He stops himself immediately.

Usually humans smell gross. Disgusting even. They smell like something they call soap, a weird chemical and something he can't really describe. They just smell like human.

But that little female is different. He can’t pinpoint it. She smells sweet, like a fruit even. Neteyam can almost taste it on his tongue. Hesitantly, he lowers his bow and keeps watching her from afar. She’s not necessarily ugly, not even for a human, but she’s still weird to his eyes. Alien looking. She’s mumbling something in her foreign language, a language he’s never bothered to learn. Was she talking to herself?

She seems nervous, almost scared as she looks around. Paranoid. She’s definitely lost.

Neteyam can’t spot any weapons on her, so he figures she’s not one of the human warriors or dream walkers. She probably lost her people somewhere in the forest. They might’ve been killed by some predator. Neteyam kinda hopes that’s the case.

A light breeze blows her scent in his direction once again and he can't help but inhale deeply. The humans scent clouds his head, like a thick fog that makes it hard to think of anything else than to— to mate. His eyes widen in shock at the realization. The tall Na’vi can almost feel his pupils dilate. His body seemed to act without his consent. Her scent had really triggered his urge to mate with her. A human, of all things. He shakes his head as if that would’ve helped to clear his mind. Of course it didn’t.

Neteyam should feel disgusted with himself. But there was really nothing he could do to restrain himself anymore. Once a male Na‘vi has chosen a female, their body acts immediately, whether they like it or not… He was done for.

Neteyam knows he has to mate right now or the next few hours are going to be really, really painful for him. Usually, female Na‘vi can scent the males hormones too and both of them fall into heat together– if they’ve chosen each other. But she’s a human. She can’t fall into heat. She can’t smell his scent, with her small, useless human nose. It’s covered with one of those oxygen masks anyways. She’s unable to choose him as a mate, can’t form the tsaheylu with him… so why would his body curse him by choosing her?

If a Na‘vi isn’t chosen by their preferred mate, they usually go through heat alone. It’s really painful and can last twice as long without a way to release.

But she’s no Na‘vi. She’s a human. It doesn’t matter if she chooses him. He had chosen her and that should be enough, Neteyam decides for himself.

Quietly, Neteyam jumps from the branch he was watching her from and lands almost silently on the moss covered ground, right in front of her feet. The female shrieks and falls backwards to land on her bottom with a thump. His much larger frame towers over her and a gasp leaves her lips when she looks up at him. Neteyam tilts his head and the movement causes some strands of his braided hair to fall over his shoulder.

"P-Please don’t kill me!" She squeaks. Some of the words he actually does understand and with his ears flat against his head, he crouches down in front of her. Despite everything, he doesn’t want to scare her too much.

Protectively, she holds her hands up in front of her face. Neteyam curiously reaches out and grabs her thin wrists to get a better look at her fingers. Four fingers and a thumb, just like dad and his siblings. Frightened, she wants to withdraw her hand, but the Na’vi is superior to her strength and doesn’t move an inch. She struggles against his hold, unknown words falling from her mouth as she tries to free herself. He can’t help it, the sight in front of him was pathetic and comically and he chuckles. The tiny female looks at him dumbfounded.

With her wrist still firmly in his hold, he pulls her a little closer, until he's close enough to sniff at the skin of her neck. She smells a lot stronger from up close. It’s so sweet and intense, it makes his tail sway in excitement. When he inhales again, he can feel heat bloom in his chest, spreading like a fever until he feels hot all over. His cock stiffens, presses hard against his loincloth. The need for touch was slowly becoming overwhelming and unbearable, eclipsing all of his rational thoughts. He needs her. Now.

Neteyam can feel how her breathing stops, as if she believed he couldn’t see her if she stopped breathing. Cute, he thinks.

With one swift motion, the Na‘vi has the tiny human flat on her stomach. He’s quick to hold her slim arms tight together behind her back, needing just one hand, before she starts to squirm below him. He crouches over her legs, his thighs spread wide to cage her in. "Hey, s-stop!", she protests loudly, "What are you doing?"

"I won’t hurt you", Neteyam tells her with a sigh and it’s the honest truth. Hurting his future mate wouldn’t be very honorable of him. And he wasn’t the type for these kind of things either– human or not. But she doesn’t respond. She only turns her head, to look at him over her shoulder, with a frown. The human obviously had no idea what he was saying, which makes this whole thing a lot harder. But there was something else that slowly got harder too…

Neteyam palms himself over his loincloth and her eyes widen. "Wait, wait a minute–", she wiggles in his hold and unintentionally arches her back against him, much to his surprise. With his free hand, he holds her hips right there. Her body is much different compared to a Na‘vi. Her hips are wide and her bottom is plump. She’s also wearing those strange alien clothes, much to his distaste. To his eyes, they’re simply ugly. And they’re covering most of her body, shielding it from his hungry gaze. But not for much longer, Neteyam decides and reaches for his knife. The human immediately pleads in her native tongue and he rolls his eyes. With a squeeze to her wrists he tries to signal to her, that she better not dare to move. It seems like she actually understood this time, because when he slowly let’s go of her arms, she really doesn’t move an inch- even keeps her arms behind her back. "That’s right", he nods and it sounds as if he was talking to a newly claimed ikran, "Stay still."

With his knife, he makes quick work to cut through the seams of her pants, top and those weird undergarments. The humans eyes are squeezed shut as her clothes fall off of her, leaving her bare before him. Her skin is oddly flawless. No stripes, obviously. But no scars either. So she’s definitely no warrior. Matter of fact, she looks like she’s never been outside before. There’s not a single scratch on her perfect skin. She might be one of those scientists, like Norm and Max, maybe?

She’s shaking like a leaf in the wind and her breathing is rapid and anxious. Neteyam hesitates for a moment, but then he lowers his head to place a gentle, comforting kiss on the nape of her neck and she gasps. "I won’t hurt you", he tells her again, but slower this time. Carefully, he moves her arms and places them next to her head in a position that seems more comfortable for her. He wanted her to feel good, enjoy this too.

Neteyam kisses her again, on her shoulder this time. And then against the shell of her ear. Her ear is soft and round and so different from his own, he can’t help but close his teeth around her earlobe, gently nibbling on it. Then he moves further, trailing small kisses down her spine and her back arches even more, almost instinctively. He moves quietly behind her, undoing his loincloth before giving his length a few experimental thrusts into his palm. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing in his hand. The head is already leaking pre-cum, swollen and neglected and he can’t help but groan and pray that he’s able to restraint himself a little longer, enough to prepare her for his size– otherwise he would probably rip the little human clean in half.

Another wave of her sweet scent rolls off of her and Neteyam‘s lips widen into a smug grin.

“I can smell you, little one", he tells her with a chuckle, "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” But she doesn’t respond. She’s silent, save for the sound of her breathing.

Neteyam’s hands then find the curve of her bottom. He kneads her plumb flesh, curiously spreading her soft cheeks to get a better view of what he longed for. The human mewls for him to 'don’t look' and 'not there' as far as he can understand, yet she keeps holding completely still. And that only makes him want to tease her even more. With his thumbs, he then proceeds to spread her lips and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight of her tiny cunt clenching around nothing. She leaks of slickness, the clear, sticky liquid immediately coating his digits as he slides them through her folds. A small moan escapes her mouth and Neteyam can see how she immediately covers her mouth with her small, five fingered hands.

Ever so slowly, he then slides his index finger inside her. It’s rewarded by another one of her sweet moans and the squelching sounds that form once he’s starting to thrust his finger in and out of her. She’s warm and wet and Neteyam feels her heart beat under every inch of skin his other hand can reach. He holds her hip, guides her to keep her back arched and then adds another finger to scissor her open.

Her breath comes in quick gasps and Neteyam can feel her limbs tremble. He wishes he would understand the words falling from her mouth, wondering if she wanted more, if she wanted him to make her come like this or if she was already begging to be mated. He really hopes it’s the latter, because he was slowly reaching is limit. He retreats his fingers from her pussy, his arms encircle her and then draw her bottom closer to his crotch. He leans over her, his body dwarfs her slender frame, his nose presses into the hollow of her neck and he’s inhaling her scent once again. "So sweet", he mumbles and then leans back on his heels.

"Spread yourself for me", Neteyam tells her but the look she throws at him over her shoulder let’s him know that she struggles to understand. "Like this", he then guides her hands, helps her understand what he wants her do to and she gets it immediately. With her small hands spreading her own cheeks, he‘s able to line up the thick head of his cock with her entrance.

He pushes forward with some effort, the tip slowly sinking into her tight, wet tunnel, spreading her wide around his cock. The human bites her lip, whimpering softly when he enters her, hands trembling as she continues to spread herself. "That’s it", Neteyam huffs out a breath, sinking further into the heat of her cunt, "Just like that, keep yourself open for me." His shaft, hard and thick, pushes past her lips and he can feel her soft walls clench around him. It was a tight fit but Neteyam manages to make it work and if the sharp breath he heard underneath him was any indication, it must’ve felt good for her as well. 

Neteyam was completely absorbed by the feeling of the tiny humans pussy. It seemed to lovingly embrace his cock, to massage it and cling to it when he pulls out a few inches. He’s transfixed by the way her plump cheeks jiggle when his hips met hers, so he repeats the motion, thrusting his cock into her again and again. The familiar melody of the forest was now expanded by her moaning and the steady beat of their flesh slapping together.

Neteyam moves his hips fast and hard, panting heavily. His face was bright with arousal, his bare chest wet with sweat and it felt so, so fucking good. Nothing on Pandora could be compared to this feeling, to the tight clutch of this humans pussy and the noises she made just for him– for her mate.

"Shit– you feel so good, so tight, little human." His eyes were foggy with lust, and his shaft twitched and throbbed wildly inside her. The velvety-soft feeling of her walls was enough to make him forget everything but the pleasure he craved. Neteyam wasn’t himself anymore. Everything about her made him lose his mind further, made him want nothing else but to cum inside her and claim her as his mate. The Na‘vi was working single mindedly towards that goal, desperately thrusting over and over into her, chasing the ecstasy of his oncoming climax.

The tiny human below him panted and gasped, shuddering from each firm, deep stroke of his cock. Her inner walls clung tightly to his shaft, squeezing him, flexing around his warm, intruding length, coaxing him deep inside with each thrust.

Neteyam fell into a steady pace, the swing of his hips becoming quick and rhythmic. The slap of skin on skin filled his ears, joined by the breathless panting and moans that escaped her lips, sounding more and more desperate with each passing second. He could see her eyes rolling back as pleasure overtook her. "I‘m gonna come", were the words she repeated alongside curses and moans, again and again and Neteyam came to realize that she was probably trying to tell him that she was close to her release.

Everything was too much. The firm snap of his hips against hers, the lingering smell of sex in the air and her sweet, heavenly pheromones coursing through his system all mixed together, creating the perfect storm to completely break his mind. The human didn’t scream when she came, but her lips parted in a silent cry, followed by shamelessly moaning of words and curses he did not understand and Neteyam regrets not telling her his name beforehand. He wanted her to moan it, scream it from the top of her lunges for everyone to hear. "Fuck, yes, cum for me", he curses under his breath while his tail instinctively wraps around her leg as if trying to hold her even closer, "Feels so good, sweet girl. Can feel you squeezing my cock, oh shit—"

The human comes hard, her pussy clenching tight around his cock as he thrust forward one last time. The Na‘vi groans, ears flattened as he reached his limit with a hiss. He buries his cock deep inside her rhythmically-pulsing cunt, grunting as he pumps his release straight into her womb. She moans and quivers as she‘s filled, his heat pouring into her, filling her to the absolute brim before spilling over and bubbling onto the soft moss below her knees.

Neteyam doesn’t know how much time had passed, how long he had stayed buried inside the tightness of her warm, spongy walls. But the heavy fog in his brain slowly starts to thin out and finally, he’s able to think straight again. When he glances over her shoulder, he finds her eyes closed shut, her face flushed red, yet her features seem entirely relaxed and calm. Neteyam can’t help but smile. Poor thing, he thinks. Humans were known for their low stamina amongst his kind, so it was likely that she must’ve fallen asleep.

The human below him squirms in her sleep, once he’s found the strength to pull out and more of his release seeps out of her cunt. The sight before him is almost enough to make him hard again, but then, somewhere near them, a twig breaks as if something or someone had stepped on it.

Neteyam’s ears rise, senses immediately on high alert. It’s suspiciously silent for a while so the Na‘vi quickly shuffles to his feet, hastily tying his loincloth around his hip again. The humans breathing is still slow and shallow, even as he picks her up. He gently tugs her arms over his shoulder and adjusts her legs around his hips, so she can cross them behind his back. With one hand on her bottom and the other one securing the back of her head, he carries the unconscious human, his mate, away from any possible danger. Deeper into the forest and to the safety of his home, as she was now his. And he would protect what was his.

[creepsinthedark]

SOAKED | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 4]

only warning for u alien fuckers: it’s a bit filthy. mentally prepare yourself ig. TWO HANDS ON THE PHONE PEOPLE

You're sharpening your knife as you sit in the designated spot for your next lesson. You're dreading it, if you're honest with yourself. You have so many emotions bottled up, just waiting to explode and Jake's probably going to be the victim of it. The weather is a bit on the cold side, giving you gentle shivers and making goosebumps rise on your arms. Your stomach is full with a weird feeling, anticipation almost.

Jake's husked voice startles you, "Looks alright."

You sigh quietly. Speak of the devil. You don't look at him when he walks over to you, sits down beside you with his big body as he bends a leg up, leaning his arm over his knee. "It's tricky because you really gotta flick it at the tip," he ghosts a finger along the edge of your knife. "So that it's real sharp."

You flick it hard as he says, but he shakes his head, moving behind you. "Real tight grip here," he closes his hand over yours on the handle, shaking it a bit for exaggeration. You can feel the warm air of his breath, dipping down your neck and it's taunting you. "And— give me your other hand."

You don't give it to him. There's a second of silence before he takes your hand for himself, enveloping it with his own hand before he's lining it up at the thick girth of the knife's base, and striking it up, a nice shing sound coming out of it. He does it a few more times before he's letting your hands go, watching you do it by yourself.

"That's good. Keep it tight." His words of praise shamefully give you a rise, a cool shrivel slivering down your chest. You swear he's doing it on purpose, you swear.

While you flick at your knife with the silver sharpening tool, you look to the side, not directly looking at him but it's enough to grab his attention to your face. "Remember that hexapede I killed?" He hums in a curious tone, and you take it as a response to speak further. "Well, I tried looking for it, but it wasn't there. Some other animal must've snatched it up."

"Nah, I carried it back to the village," he announces.

"Right. When you left me?" you ask, tugging a sharper strike to your knife than the other strikes. Jake notices it. His jaw tenses, blinking to you with his eyes boring holes into your form.

"When I left you." He swallows, "Listen, I wanna apologise—"

"Oh, you want to apologise, Jake?" you laugh sarcastically, venom dripping from your words.

His jaw tenses, "I didn't want to leave you."

You snap your head back, a glare stung into your eyes. "But you did."

"You're making it out like it's a bad thing that I did."

You laugh dryly, chucking your knife onto the ground as you stand up. He immediately stands up with you, glowering over you. "You know that it is."

"Don't tell me what I know and don't know, girl." Jake warns, nose twitching. "I helped you, and then left. That simple."

"You can't tell me that you weren't just fucking me to help me. That's not how it works and if you say otherwise, you're lying," you snarl.

He's quiet for a second, searching back and forth between your eyes with his chest rising with a long breath in, "I don't—"

You give him a harsh shove to the chest, hissing out a groan of anger. His eyes blow out wide, then they relax into a dangerous squint. Your eyes widen. He reaches for you and grabs firmly at your wrist, his fingers clutched tight around your bone and your arm twitches with the sudden  spring of pain. You attempt to slip your wrist out of his grasp, and when it doesn't work and he doesn't budge, you claw at his jaw recklessly. It's successful and he lets go of your wrist with a grunt.

He grabs your hair, fisting his fingers through your scalp before yanking it back. You swing your leg and kick him in the stomach, sending him back as you zoom past him.

He acts quick and grabs your tail, tugging you back towards him and for the millionth time this week, presses you against him. You stamp on his foot, digging your nails into the skin of his arm and he cries out, a half-hiss and half-groan. He flips you, finds the tree right beside you and pushes you flat against it. He takes both of your wrists into his hands as he shakes them angrily. You scramble and squirm in his grip. "I'll tell you what I know, girl, and you'll fucking listen."

You whine out a hiss, heart beating against your rib cage like it's about to pop out and splatter across the ground. He hisses back, edged fangs spiking out from his mouth and it makes your skin crawl in either a bad or a good way, you're not entirely sure.

"I know that you're the most beautiful person I've ever fuckin’ seen," he pants. "You don't know what you do to me, huh? Just your giggle makes my stomach drop. It annoys the shit out of me how you've got me drawn to you, it's damn stupid. I don't know what to do with myself anymore."

You try to wiggle your wrists out from his grip, but it proves to be helpless, a smug look flickering in his eyes that makes you want to clock him straight in the face. Jake picks your joined wrists up off the tree and slams them back onto the wood for a hard warning. "You— you think you're confused?" you sneer between huffed breaths. "Mr. I'mfuckingyoutohelpyouconcentratenotbecauseIwantto. Like that doesn't fuck with my feelings! By the way— it didn't help me focus, just like the last time, what a surprise."

His lips split into a snarl, an annoyed flick of his tail as he glares you down, his chest grumbling with a deep growl. You return him with the same feverous eyes, chest strong and upheld with no sense of backing down.

Then you catch it. The weakness of only a man; the millisecond of a pair of eyes dropped down to your heaving lips. Your eyelashes flutter, a new tension rushing in like a thick cloud of smoke. Your heads jut forward at the same time, teeth clashing in a rushed, wanted motion morphed into a messy kiss.

But it's different this time. It feels different, different than the first kiss he gave you the first time you were pushed up against a tree. You can't pinpoint it, but it's just different.

He lets your wrists go, grip fading to a none until your arms are flopping around his shoulders. His tongue slips with ease into the cavern of your mouth, as he uses a hand to cup the part of your neck just below your ear, bring your face even closer to his. You let your head tilt, allowing him a wider opening to your mouth that he groans lowly in thanks to.

He skims past your loincloth, palming your hot cunt and grinding the hard edge of his palm directly onto your clit. "This give you déjà vu from last time?"

You groan, back arching towards his head. "Shut up and put your fingers in me," you whine.

"I remember leaving with the biggest fuckin' boner. Seein' you all whiney and shit and like putty in my hands," he claims, seeming like he can just feel the pain from remembrance. "Good thing you can fix it for me this time."

He says this as he leisurely slides two fingers into your cunt, and you suck in a tight breath, the thick girth of them lengthening you out. "And just like that, sucking me allll the way in," he whispers in astonishment, just like the last time.

"Will you just shut up?" you groan, wheezing out a groan when his fingers curl into your walls. He strokes them in and out of you, slowly and steadily. He presses loosely at your clit, gentle circles on the sensitive bud.

Then he suddenly pulls his two fingers out, staring at the thin strings of your juices that stick to his finger pads, "Wet enough."

He kneels to the ground in a rush, taking you with him as he fumbles to untie your top. You drag your hands along his skin, touching every patch of hard bone and toned muscle you can manage. You're both kneeling in front of each other, grabbing at any clothing that gets in the way of each other's fingers. He pushes you back with a hand, laying you out in the grass as he scoops his hand down to your pussy, runs a thumb over your clit. Jake leans down, grabbing at the bone of your hips and jutting you closer to him.

Jake cooly wraps a hand around his cock, sighs as he starts to stroke the length in slow movements. He reaches out from behind him, and your stomach drops. He presents his tsaheylu to you with a sense of shyness, his head tilted down. You look between him and the glowy, spiky end of his platt.

Your silence speaks volumes to him, and just before he's going to say something to rub it off as a joke, you're reaching from behind you as well, body squirming in anticipation as you air your tsaheylu next to his. They twitch and fizzle, swaying so close and it's just that tiny bit of space that needs to be filled.

He looks to you, eyes softening in one last ask and you give him a reassuring, hasty nod. He readjusts his grip on his platt, leaning his tsaheylu just a little closer and they connect. A surge of electricity bolts through your body, biting in a gasp as your skin jitters. You feel it, you feel him, understand him. Understand everything.

Jake's blinking rapidly, as he leans over you just to nuzzle his face into your neck, his hot pants of breath pressing into your skin. He slurs over his words, "Oh my... fffuck, s' good, you're so good."

"Jake," you warn, voice wavering as you tremble underneath his warm body. "Need you ins— inside me. Right now, Jake, please."

He teases his cock at your entrance, letting out a shaky breath at your warm wetness trickling down his tip. You gasp when he slips it in with one thrust, bottoming out perfectly as he sits in snug. He breathes out a quiet laugh, "You're so... fuck, girl. So warm and— and ni—hice."

You dig your nails into his back, tail curling around his thigh. You feel everything he feels, connecting with him at such a level that all you can do is hold onto him, just needing to feel him, to hold him and kiss him and fuck him and do everything as long as it's him. You can only rasp one word out. "Jake."

He snaps his hips into you, starts at a pace that's brutal and uncalculated. His cock pushes into your tightness with ease, like it was made for him. You pull him in with each thrust he gives you, welcoming him in to the warmth of your femininity, your body that he's claimed as his.

Your pussy flutters around his girth with every single groan he lets slip from his throat, voice cracked and husky from the euphoria he's coated with. He lands a kiss to your neck, suckling at the skin before biting down, a sting that zips through your body all the way down to your cunt. You squeal, back snapping into an arch and he scoops an arm around it, giving him a better grip on your body to deepen his thrusts, to strive further up into your pussy.

He desperately grabs at your thighs, swings them up and over his shoulders as your feet dangle in the air. It opens up a whole new angle, and you scream out, his dick hitting steeper and stronger inside of you. Your hair is tangled from the ground, the skin of your back grinding against the dirt of it.

At the new found angle, he groans, head leaning up a little as his eyelids close halfway, his eyes bruised in a haze. He's completely lost in the way you squeeze around him, the way his cock feels sliding into your tight body. It's like a drug. A new found addiction.

"Shut up, hah— jus' fuck me," you babble, a moan ripping out of your chest when his hips thrust a sudden jolt into your pussy, brushing over your cervix.

"How funny," he pants out, smirking like a goddamn idiot and you frown.

"What?" you question, a quick moan breaking from you when a random wave of heat splashes through your stomach.

"Bet Selkath wishes he was wearing this necklace." He rasps, letting a harsh laugh fall from his mouth as he reaches up a hand and tugs on your ankles wrapped right around neck.

You make a weak hiss, turning into a groan when he lifts his body higher, angles his cock deeper up into your cunt. "If you don't shut up, maybe I'll let him."

Jake growls, eyes flicking wild, turning a dark and dangerous hue that you can tell is whipped with a color of jealousy, even betrayal. "You won't even be able to feel him graze your pussy once I'm done with you."

You feel a purr erupt from your chest, your inner woman squealing in delight because yes, she screams, he must breed you until all you can feel his body and only his and nothing else.

He brushes a hand over your cheek, face distorted in complete bliss and he stares deep into your face, tail swishing at the way your mouth agapes. His hands slip to your waist, thumbs digging into your stomach and he uses it as a leverage to bring you back harder onto his dick, lifting you up until you're practically leaning on his body to stay off the ground. He bends you to his will like you're a rubber band, like a toy.

"So warm," he coos, and you whine, digging your head into the grass laying beneath it. You don't want him saying that, don't want him climbing his stupid fingers into your heart and taking it any more than he already has. The feminine instinct fixed in the depths of you screams mate, mate, mate. Big, protective mate that needs to pound you into oblivion or you'll lose your mind. That along with the anger that burns inside you, like a match that's been lit way too many times and is about to snap underneath the pressure of his hands.

"Jake, just shut up," you snap, sentence ending on a hasty push when he smashes his lips onto yours, exploring your mouth with the thick flat of his tongue. He kisses you with a fever, an aching want with a grunt falling from his lips and straight onto the slick of your tongue. Jake crawls a hand up your body and to your head, fingers threading through your hair and he turns your head forcefully, allowing him to deepen the kiss and wrap his tongue tighter along yours.

"God, you're just fucking beautiful," he grunts, slapping your hips. "With this pretty fucking pussy, s' good for me and your little noises and— ssshhit, my girl. S' made for me, you're made for me."

My girl. It makes your stomach spin, makes you clench around his cock driving in and out of you and he groans, "You liked that, huh? My girl?"

You feel his pace inch a slower, and you're confused. His hand scrapes to one of your hands, slipping through the gaps of your fingers and he conjoins them together, pressing deep against the ground. His mouth breaks from yours, deep, panting breaths shaking out from his chest as he leans down to ravage your neck, licking and sucking at your skin like it's a ripe fruit.

You recognise the speed of his thrusts. Slow but strong, like he's trying to memorise each drag of his cock squeezing into your pussy, each squelch and pull of your walls gushing around his length. The rock of his hips is sweet, an act of something you can only describe as passion. You scratch out a whine. You squirm from underneath him, attempting to buck yourself up into him to speed it up, make him nail so hard into you that you see stars. But it doesn't work. He stays the same warm speed, slow rocks into your pussy as he lowly sighs with every calming push.

"No," you whimper, voice lower than a whisper, so quiet it could count as another breath. You huff out an angered patch of air out through your nose. You use both hands and push him, and he doesn't expect it because he tumbles back, flipping onto his back and hitting the trunk of the tree with a big thump. You ignore the cold air pushing on your wet cunt, the sudden loss of his cock deep inside of you making you shudder.

You crawl onto him, eyes wide with hunger and from what he can see, anger. Your tail flicks as you palm his shoulders, knees on each side of his legs as you air just above his dick. You grip at his tsaheylo and conjoin it to yours again, a flush rushing through you both. You catch the way his eyes flatten against his head for a second at your determined, heated gaze, now realising the rage you held. A woman who's not satisfied with her mate's fucking, there's nothing scarier. Especially after everything he's teased her for, everything he's done to her for the past week.

"Baby, you ain't gonna last two rocks with those little hips." Jake mutters, emphasising the words two rocks as he places his hands comfortable on your hips. You don't reply, instead lowering your body and inch by inch, sinking down onto his cock. He lengthens you up, and you feel so full and nice that you let out a sigh that screams finally, all the while hearing Jake take the biggest breath you've ever heard him take.

You're not wasting time as you start grinding against him, ears twitching, head falling back in utter bliss. Jake slips out a quiet laugh, and it sounds nervous. He watches as your breasts shift with each sway of your hips, and his cock twitches inside of you at the obscure scene. It's perfect, so, so perfect with the way his cock drags through you. But you need more.

You begin lifting yourself up, rocking right back down onto him, the motion of riding coming into play little by little. Jake's breath hitches, his hands twitching at your hips. Your cunt pulses around him, puffy folds tugging his dick so perfectly. He lets his head slump against the tree, the rise of his chest speeding up.

You lean forward, a sudden desperation taking over you, the anger flickering in your abdomen crackling to a fire. You grab at his hair, press your cheek against the top of his head as your hips move in an up and down circular motion. Jake chokes out a grunt, springing forward to kiss at your chest, shoving his face into your breasts as his tongue lolls out along your bare skin.

He pants, messy kisses along your chest as his mouth fans out hot breaths. "My g—"

"Shut. Up." You pull on his hair, forcing his head further back and moaning as you stride your body, moving his cock in so deep, then moving it just about out before you rock it back in. You shift a hand to grip at the tree for better stability, rising up before gravity whips you back down onto his dick. A whine leaves his lips, a literal whine. It's so, so quiet, but you hear it, and he knows it. He can tell by the way your ears flutter at his head. You puff out a laugh that's hilted with breath.

He leaves deep kisses along your chest, kissing at the plush fat of your tits and decorating the map of your torso with dark marks and tiny red hickeys. His tongue finds your nipple, swirling it around the hard bud and you move your hips faster, huffing out a moan as sweat beads neat at your forehead. The blunt of his nails dig deep into the skin of your hips, and starts to move your hips with his grip, sharpening your strokes into his dick and you hum an appreciated sigh.

You've left him stunned for words, mouth hung open as you grind your cunt deep along his cock, riding him like he's a goddamn stallion. You wrap your fingers around his leathered choker, leaning your head back and pulling him rough into an even rougher kiss. You can feel him pant into the kiss, his silent groans pressing on your tongue. His lips are wet and messed with saliva from previous times, all the while making them softer and easier to run your tongue over.

A broken moan escapes his mouth, muffled by your lips engulfed in his but it only whips the fire tangled inside your tummy, makes your body swing harder along his. You give him a sloppy kiss on the corner of his lips, before nibbling at the bottom centre of it, "Who's whining now?"

His hips jerk up into yours, a stutter of a motion and you can feel the vibration, the angry rumble of his chest and it only encourages you further to drive your hips harder. "Still you," he bites, but his pinched expression melts into a blissful one when you raise your waist higher, slamming back down onto him in one quick motion.

Anger fuels through your bones, all the way down your body to your toes that dig into the ground, dirt blotched on them from the constant movement and curl of them. Jake snaps his hips up into your sopping sex, gaining a low groan through his chest as he digs his messy head of hair into the tree against him.

Your body burns and shakes with every stride of your hips, sliding his cock into you with reckless rhythm. You're shivering with hot emotion, a blurred mixture of adore and vexation, and Jake can feel every single drop of it. You feel him shift underneath you, eyes squinting and his tail whacking the tree accidentally with a swift brush. He mumbles your name, the hoarse gruff of his voice sending a shivered bolt down your spine.

You already know he's preparing some rushed apology, some kind of reason as to why he's been throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes lately but you don't want to hear it. All your body and your being screams at you is to ride his cock and make him spill into you. Mark him as yours.

You want the release, can feel it burning up inside you and splintering at your fingertips, ready to explode into flames. Except this time it isn't him giving it to you, you're giving it to yourself, circling your hips around his cock like it's the last thing you're going to do.

And by Eywa, does Jake fucking love it. He's too focused in the way your perfect little cunt drives him, slipping his cock into your body like it's a piece of cake. He's entranced by the way your hips dance, the perky little bone of them sticking out against your skin each time you lean forward into his stomach. He's getting fucked dumb, and he can't even bring himself to give a shit. Never in his life has he ever met a girl that could ride like you. No, never in his life has a ever met a girl like you. And he doesn't think he ever will, not that he wants or needs to now. Your body is just too sickly sweet, and everything in his body screams at him to just keep his cock glued into you, fill you with his cum until all you can feel is it.

You feel it coming, feel the same mountain morphing as it soars above you. You use your hand to lean at his head, using it as your advantage to ride him rougher, dragging his cock firmer into your cunt. He lets you, now fucking up into you with matched energy and you're bouncing from the capacity. Sweat is slick on your skin, mending with his own and you just need to feel him, touch the soft skin he owns as you bounce on his length. Apparently Jake feels the same, as he pinches and grabs at any part of your body he can reach, mouth touching where his hands can't.

He drags out your name, desperation covering the word and filling in the air after with throaty groans. “Let me come in you, sweetheart. Come on, please. Need to, darlin’ please, need—“

“Yes,” you squeal, scratching at his skin while jutting your hips against him violently. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, crave covering your voice in a high-pitched whine.

Then it hits you, like a bomb setting off, the fire in your belly exploding into millions of little red embers. The mountain erupts like a volcano, and you can feel every little piece cracking down into the ground and out your body. Jake yells out, croaking out a loud grunt as he spills into you, coating your walls with his sticky load. Your head’s spinning, eyes seeing a splash of colors and all you can do is rock in his arms, as you attempt to catch your running breath.

You’re trembling, quaking even as you lay still, Jake’s cock sitting limp in your body. The only thing you can focus on is your conjoined breaths, everything else seeming to hard to even look at. You don’t even realise you’re crying until the tears sink to your neck, and the sound of your quiet sniffles.

You don’t know how long it’s been until Jake begins to shift, and you pull enough strength to lean back. He looks to you, his face set into a hue of content, a small smug smile pulling at his lips. He reaches out to your face, wipes the tears on your face with his thumb lazily. “Holy shit,” he chuckles.

You let out a needed, soft laugh, and his smile widens at the noise of it, tail whisking up at your reaction. He pulls in a breath, chest rising up as he takes both his arms and cups your face. You lean into his warm touch, slumping your forehead against his.

“I see you,” he whispers gently, curling a few fingers around your neck.

“I see you.” You whisper back, mouth cracking into a giddy smile. And when you look into his eyes, you recognise the emotion behind them within a second; love.

wow. biggest chapter out of all of them and i can’t decide whether i like it or not

BIG SHOUTOUT TO @slxttedjakesullyenthusiast who helped me make this filthy fucking piece of whatever it is and if u don’t go follow her im kicking you in the pussy don’t test me

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me: i love this fic idea i cant wait to write it

me writing the actual fic:

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Don’t Forget To Bleed

read part II here and part III here

pairing: neteyam x anurai!fem!reader

summary: the Sully’s treat you as one of their own, except Neteyam has certain feelings for you he can’t quite describe.

wc: 2332

warnings: minor character death, minor animal death, no spoilers (yet), description of animal bones, description of wearing animal bones

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hi luv, I too was wishing I was in pandora rn but im stuck revising for my exams lmao

I wondering if I could request a Tayrangi clan reader x neteyam dating headcanons

-> for a quick preface I read up about the different clans in avatar lore and the tayrangi clan is so progressive and eclectic that I even prefer them over the other clans shown. Ikeyni (shown in the first avatar movie) girl bossed so hard for her 2 seconds of screen time, Ikeyni is actually the first female clan leader ever, so I wanted the oc reader to be her first born daughter and the next in line for the clan leader position, so there's a lot of parallels between neteyams and ocs life. and neteyam and the oc have the same type protective over each other narrative like Jake and neytiri <3

also still not over his death, like why James gotta do us like that

ps; give ya full creative freedom cuz I love ya writing, have a nice day

Neteyam x f!Tayrangi!Reader

an: I love, love this request and I'm super thankful that you also included more information about the Tayrangi! Honestly, I had to google it to remember who they were, but Ikeyni was THAT girl in the final battle for sure! Hope I did your request justice, I think you inspired me so much, that it became longer than expected.

Also, good luck on the exams - you've got this! <3

After the war, the Omatikaya develop close diplomatic relationship with the Tayrangi clan. That included being present on all important ceremonies, exchanging warriors in training and yearly meetings, where they discussed the potential danger of humans returning.

It was the celebration ceremony for the birthday of the clan leader’s daughter when you came to the jungle for the first time, together with your mother and a handful of your best warriors.

You have arrived on your ikrans, who were a little bit bigger than the mountain banshees that lived in the Hallelujah Mountains. Circling around the Tree of Souls, you managed to gain the attention of all the Omatiakaya sitting on the ground, who stepped back in a circle, once you landed in the middle of them.

Neteyam’s eyes immediately landed on your form - proud, tall, and covered in red and white body paint - and he choked on his air, catching everyone’s attention, including yours.

The eldest Sully has never been so embarrassed, the tips of his ears and cheeks in crimson red, while Lo’ak was behind him, holding his torso and trying to shake him up and down.

Once he managed to take a breath, he looked towards you again, only to find you smirking at him, before you turned your attention to Jake and Neytiri.

Soon he realised the woman next to you was your mother Ikeyni, and she was also a clan leader. Now it made sense why you carried similar painted patterns on your face and chests, and why you were seated right in the centre, next to his family during the whole ceremony.

Unlike him, you were not shy. You kept gazing towards his direction while you were all praying to Ewya for the health and prosperity of the child, and had no problem coming to him and his siblings once dinner started, sitting right next to him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N? You’re Neteyam, right? The oldest son of Toruk Makto? You’re cute!”

He almost choked again, this time on his food, while Lo’ak and Kiri burst out laughing. The whole time while you were eating you kept flirting with him and giggling at his embarrassment, giving more reasons to his siblings to tease him.

You were staying with the Omatikaya for few more days, and you and Neteyam wasted no time searching each other’s company. Flying with your ikrans, going hunting, walking around the jungle, where he would proudly show around his home - you were glued to each other almost from early morning to late night.

Just like him you were the next clan leader in training, yet you were raised and trained in much different way.

Unlike his timid and calculated nature, you were very confident, loud and adventurous. You had no problem seeking high adrenaline activities with his brother Lo’ak, who openly admired you, or breaking the rules set by the elders.

You also did not have the complex of the golden child - your mother told you that the only way to learn is through mistakes. Neteyam was jealous of your care-free nature, wishing that he was also treated the same way.

The day of your leaving, you promised each other you’re going to visit, when in sudden burst of confidence, he kissed your cheek before running away.

Unfortunately for you, the meeting did not become reality for a while. Already 15, you were one of the warriors sent to help the Omatikaya clan once the humans came back and your blood boiled with excitement, knowing you would see Neteyam again. 

Once you did, your heart stopped for a second - he looked somewhat taller, and his hands and back gained some muscle. 

His reaction was not different - still painted in the traditional red and white paint for your clan, you started looking more like a woman, rather than a child. His jaw clenched once he noticed Lo’ak was already having you in his arms, twirling you around, while he was still frozen in his place.

While you were still the self-assure, funny girl he met a year ago, you looked way more collected and calm, not rushing in any dangerous races or activities (much to his brother dismay) and preferring to spend time with Jake and Neteyam, strategizing your next moves.

The older Sully brother, however, had a very hard time concentrating around you, causing him to get scolded more often by his dad. You saw that and in your typical nature, called out Jake for being too strict on his son, leaving him baffled with the way you just spoke to him.

You just struggled your shoulders, saying: “In the Tayrangi clan you do not owe ultimate respect to those older than you - if they are wrong, they need to be called out. How else would they know they are not in the right?”

Again, you started spending more and more time together, your wild nature definitely affecting Neteyam, who has never sneaked out late at night before, neither had he answered back to his dad, when he was scolding him for Lo’ak recklessness.

Jake definitely did not like you in the beginning - just like any Tayrangi, you were too independent and had complete disregard for any rules.

Neytiri on the other hand adored you - she has always held a great respect towards Ikeyni and you were complete copy of her character, making her proud that Neteyam was involved a such a strong female. She also secretly enjoyed the way you would argue with Jake, since in her opinion, he was too harsh on his sons.

Always speaking your mind, you are the one who openly admitted your feelings towards the boy during one of your late night walks in the jungle, and stating you wished you were more than friends. 

All the confidence Neteyam developed while you were apart from each other, immediately vanished and it took him nearly 30 minutes to gather his words in proper sentences and admits he likes your back.

This was also when you had your first kiss - short, soft and gentle. 

After that you would constantly steal kisses from each other - early in the morning before everyone wakes up, during training, while you were playing around with the other siblings and thought they were not looking.

Jake has definitely caught you at least a couple of times, however, seeing that his son looks way happier and in a good mood, since he started his relationship with you, he just smiled at you, leaving you alone.

I imagine while he is not a big fan of PDA, you would constantly try to search close contact with him all the time - in the forms of hugs, small touches on the arm, kisses on the forehead, massages - you love to show him your love and you were not afraid for the other Na’vi to see it.

Both of you are very protective of each other, completely losing your mind if one of you get into danger. Unlike him, you are not hiding your emotions, so every time he gets hurt, you show your whole palette of moods - from sadness, to disappointment, to anger, till you finally cry in happiness next to his shoulder, thanking Ewya he is alive.

Despite living with the Omatikaya for a while, you do not adapt well to all their rules, especially the ones that involve always listening to the elders. You would often get defensive very quickly, especially if you hear unreasonable critique towards Neteyam, who always try to tug you back to his side and apologize for your outbursts, before you glare at his head.

I just know, you’re going to be the one pulling Lo’ak’s ears every time he gets in trouble or at least tries to. While he loves you like his sister, he is very scared of you.

Would probably fight with Neteyam from time to time, mainly because of your cultural differences, yet you would made up after an hour at most. You can’t seem to stay away from each other for a long time.

Would make him choke again, once you randomly ask his parents if they can promise him to you as a future mate.

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WETTER | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 2]

my only warning for this is that jake goes fucking hard. enjoy.

It's the next day and you feel weird. Which is weird because last night, you had the best sleep you've had in literal months. Like, you woke up with saliva drooling down your chin, it was that good. Jake wasn't joking when he was talking about the so-called release. You tried not to think about it too much, knowing it'd just start you up all over again. But you thought about it. A lot.

The release did not help you. In fact, it increased your inability to focus because now, all you can think about is Jake and his dumb fucking fingers and their knee-buckling talent. It wasn't just a crush, it was a want— no, a need. You needed him. To do something more than just a few fingers in you. Even that had you passing out, and your curiosity dangerously widened when you think about what else he could do if it wasn't only fingers.

Your day's going to shit too. Your hair keeps on falling in front of your face, your loincloth just is not sitting right, and your leg muscles are achingly soar. You're sat against the same tree Jake had pushed you up into the other night, waiting for said man to come and begin your next lesson. You can't help but have the jitters. How's he gonna act? How are you gonna act? Jesus, you're not one to fumble, but you feel like you're going to be tripping over your words today.

You hear the same, impossible to miss ruffle of leaves and you're up onto your feet, flicking the hair out of your face and behind your ear. And then he's in front of you, hands behind his back like he's some kind of fucking businessman.

"You ready for some hunting?" his face is, once again, unreadable. You unwind your bow from your back. He watches the movement. He flicks his head in command and you bring your arms up, breathing in through your chest as you show your form. He stares for a hard five seconds, before walking around you. He hits at your back arm, it stays still. He pushes your stomach, you stay still but it isn't without a tiny wobble to your body. You hear a hum from the depths of his throat and you wait impatiently for his response.

It takes you entirely aback when he grabs you from behind, shoving your back to his chest and you drop your bow. It clatters against the rocky ground, Jake's hands placed firm on the body part just below your chest. "When I told you to not hunch, I didn't mean arch your fuckin' back instead. Straight, like what it is right now. Do you understand?" Jake storms, his breath hot against your neck. You nod.

"I said, do you understand?" he repeats, giving a jolt to your body and you bite back a gasp.

"Yes, sir." You whip out the words, hoping it's enough because it was obvious that he was not in a good mood and you'd hate to worsen it.

He backs away from you, a small gush of wind flying in from behind you, breezing at the skin of your back. "Good," he plains before walking off. You take it that he wants you to follow, so you quickly grab your bow and jog after him.

Not once does he turn around to look at you. Not even for a quick checkup, or a tiny stupid joke that has you biting on your tongue to stop from laughing. Not anything. Your feet are soar and your head hurts, and you can't wrap your head around why he has an even bigger wall around him than it normally is. It's not like you forced him to finger you, in fact he was the one who even brought the subject up so you're confused. And pissed.

But then he looks back at you. Just a tilt of his head to the side before his eyes drop to your chest and back up to your face. He turns his head back around. "Fix your clothes," he says. You look down, seeing that your top was dishevelled and low enough to see a great dip of your breasts. You pull it up with warmed cheeks, embarrassment and frustration mixing into one hot emotion and filling you up full.

Jake suddenly stops. You almost bump into his body, feet grinding in the tiny rocks on the ground as you pull yourself to a stop as well.

You move your body around to look at him from in front of you. "What?"

Jake shushes you, holding his hand up in a command of silence that you immediately oblige to. His ears twitch, and yours do too when you hear a movement of grass from not too far away. You both dive for a nearby log, crouching behind it as anticipation squirms through your limbs.

"Listen for it," Jake whispers. A twig snaps. You flick your head in the direction, ears fiddling again as you reach for your bow slowly. "That's it. You know what to do." He watches as you stretch out your bow, sucking your breath in tight. You straighten your back as much as possible. You ignore the burn in your fingers as you tightly hold the end tip between them.

You hear movement again, your lips thinning into a line as you lean forward just a smidge. You angle your head past the trees, and there stands a hexapede drinking water from a small hole in the ground. You rotate your bow, aim for the neck, pull back the arrow just a little more before you let go of it. It's a loud thud when it pierces right through the hexapede's neck, and it collapses to the ground. You breathe out through your nose, jumping over the log as you run to the body silently. Jake follows.

You kneel down to its aid, swiping your hand over its neck gently. "Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmuke, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo," you grip onto the arrow sunk deep into its neck, before yanking it out. Velvet blood runs out of the wound immediately, pooling around the animal and sinking into the grass. "Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì."

It's silence for a moment. But Jake breaks it, "I've told you, through the body, not neck."

You can feel everything boil up as a scoff breaks past your lips. "I got the kill, didn't I?"

He looks at you, his face set fierce and his jaw tensed strong. He blinks, rising up from his squatted position and he leaves you again. He just expects you to follow after him like some lost puppy and you're supposed to just deal with it? You've had enough, and you weren't going to put up with this bullshit anymore. Toruk Makto or not, he had no right to continue on treating you like this.

You chase after him, walking fast as you yell out, "Hey! Jake. Jake, you can't just—"

He whips around, his eyes bloomed with anger. "I can't what?" he stands tall, looming over you but you won't back down, matching his intensity with your gaze. "Tell me what I can't do," he spits out your name. It's one of the first times he's said your name. He takes a step towards you, you take one back.

"Why are you acting like this?" you frown. He takes a step forward again, you take one back.

"Acting like what?" Jake tilts his head, and you wanna smack off that same old annoyed expression he's been wearing for the past hour. For the third time, he takes a step forward, and you take one back. "I'm all ears, girl." Another step forward.

You take another one back, voice twitching when your back hits a tree. "You're acting like I've done something to you, which I haven't," you push off of the tree, heading to walk past him. "You've done something to m—"

Jake grabs your shoulder and pushes you back against the tree, and you hit it with a hard thud. It hurts. The wind is snatched out of you as you choke out a gasp.

"You're a little shit, aren't you? I lessen the pressure on your shoulders yet you still slack off, still don't listen to what I tell you to do, and still have the audacity to give me bitchy little sass," Jake hisses, "What? I gotta fuck you with my whole fist to pull your head in?"

Your face heats up to about 110 degrees, because to be quite frankly, that is something that might need to happen in order for you to focus like you used to. Maybe not his fist, but some other body part would be preferable. You need to say something, anything to get out of there and away from this whole weird situation. But nothing seems to form on your tongue.

His face drops, realisation hitting and showing big in his eyes. His lips twitch, a quick look down your body before he sighs, "Fucking come over here."

Jake swings his head forward, smashing your lips together as his hand places at the back of your head. You yelp out of surprise, which then melts into a groan when you taste the warmth of his tongue. He tastes of pine and the aftermath of fruit, something that's addictive and you want more. You widen your mouth, pushing your tongue along his own. You can tell he's surprised by the way a little grunt escapes his throat, tilting his head to give more access.

You touch his face, fingertips feathering at his cheeks and he wraps an arm around the arch of your back, pulling you closer until you're skin to skin. When your lips detach, you pant, dragging your hands from his face down to his chest, fingers bumping from the toned muscle winded there. The few seconds of air is gone when he dives at your mouth again, hand deeply clutched into your hair. His hand on your back glides, to the knot of your top and his fingers fiddle with it. You're about to help him when you feel your top loosen, and it falls to the floor from in between you both.

His hands find your boobs, gripping at them with a fevered stride. They cover almost your entire chest, the thought of that alone sends heat through your body and down between the mid of your thighs. It's skill and practice you find in the way he massages the fat of your boobs and the small flicks and twists of your nipples. Then one of his hands slip, down your belly to press his palm against your clothed sex. You breathe out a trembly moan, unbuckling the knife holder around his chest and it slaps to the grass.

Jake tumbles to the ground with you, dampened grass wrapping around your skin. He climbs on top of your body, dipping his fingers from beneath the band of your loincloth and untying it. He flings the piece of thin clothing away. He sinks bank onto his heels, wrapping his hands around your upper thighs as he stares at the moist of your core. "I missed it."

"Missed what?" you swallow your spit, as Jake slowly gets onto his knees, his body coming in between your legs. 

"Your pussy," he replies, gripping at your ankles and yanking you towards him. He sinks low to the ground, scooping his arms beneath your thighs and he pushes up, forcing your legs to bend to his will. He tilts his head up to you, a finger striding up your slit and you suck in a breath through clenched teeth. His thumb stretches out to circle your clit, and he eyes you with a sense of curiosity as you tilt your head back.

He lands a kiss to the skin just above your pussy, and without warning, he gives an experimental kitten lick up between the middle of your folds, a quiet hum vibrating from his chest that you just barely catch.

"I heard that," you murmur, unable to keep the shaky waver of your voice from surfacing.

"Don't care." He mumbles before picking up your right thigh and swinging it over his shoulder and shoving his face into your pussy, tongue springing out and exploring the outer of your heat like a starved man. Your legs shake, slapping your hand over your mouth as your back arches off the ground. He casually places a hand on your stomach, pushing your body back to the ground like he was expecting it to happen.

His tongue drags up and down, slow but strong movements that have your breath getting caught in your chest. It's hard to breathe, and you crack out a scream when his lips seal shut on your puffy clit. He spreads your gooey folds apart with his pointing and ring finger, and he slips in his middle one. When he starts moving it, he adds in his ring finger, thrusting the digits into you and letting them stretch out your gummy walls. Unsurprisingly, it's a rough pace, and he doesn't seem to care how many noises you make of protest.

"You're a whiner, hey?" he laughs, his voice seeming a tad out of breath and you figure the big bulge shaped on his loincloth has something to do with it. You only whine in response.

His tongue dives where his fingers aren't, gliding and sucking up your fluids like juice. Then, he gives a small tug at your clit, and your body jumps.

"Don't!" you yelp, he does it again. He looks up at you lazily through his eyelashes, and the sight makes you dizzy. He grins, pulling his two fingers out of your cunt and giving a sloppy kiss to your clit before lifting your thigh higher and—

You fucking scream. His tongue leisurely pokes into your hole, and the same fire from yesterday is burned through your being, but it's stronger. Your fingers dive into his hair, pulling at the black locks as your heels dig into his back. Your thighs squeeze around his head, and he gives them a light tap.

He removes his mouth for a millisecond, "Easy there, girl."

You immediately give his head distance from your thighs, nodding your head violently like a mad person. "Yeah, ok, sorry." You fumble, needing his mouth back on your pussy this instant or else you're going to die.

"Just keep em' on my shoulders," he says and you spread them wide until they sit exactly on his shoulders. "That's it," Jake praises, and it's the first time he's ever praised you before. You could definitely get used to it. He leans back in, to which you can't help but heavily sigh at. His tongue prods at your entrance once more, before slipping it in smoothly.

A hissed mewl jumps out from your mouth, legs tensing until they ache as you curse, "Oh fuck."

His thumb touches your clit, pressing on the hood and dragging it up and down in small but deep movements. He begins a thrusting motion with his tongue, gliding in and out of your throbbing opening. It feels so hot and good and nice and holy fucking shit, you're close to coming.

"Jake, don't stop. Yeah, right there, come on. Don't, please, don't stop." You jumble out the words in one quick blur, holding his head for dear life as you can feel yourself climbing the mountain in your body and it's almost there, the pointy, tippy top of the mountain is almost there.

He groans, actually groans as his pace on your cunt fastens. The wet noises become louder, dirtier. His tongue slips in and out of your hole like the speed of light, licking your insides with a sense of precise but at the same time it's ragged, like he craves every single little droplet that comes out of you. He takes his finger off your clit, and moves the hand to your other thigh, now gripping both of your thighs on his shoulders as he eats your pussy as if it's a full course meal and he's hungry.

You pant out moans, chanting his name over and over and you don't even feel a drop of embarrassment. He's pushing your hips towards him, drawing you impossibly closer to his mouth and sucking the absolute life out of you but at the same time giving you life. Then he looks up at you again, and for once, you can recognise the emotion in his eyes. Lust and want.

Your finger pricks at the top of the mountain, the coil hidden deep in your belly snaps. You squeal, eyes blurry with the water that rims the edge of them. Your whole body quivers, you're shaking, and it's still his tongue that remains settled deep into your cunt. When you finally lay limp, he pulls his mouth away, giving your hip a kiss as he lays your thighs down. You eye him as he wipes his mouth with his forearm, licking his lips as he glares down at your naked form splayed out on the green grass.

He's suddenly gripping at your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach and your eyes widen with realisation. You squirm underneath him, blinking away the tears that were formed from before as they roll down your cheeks. You hear rustling of clothes, before you see his loincloth fall beside you from the corner of your eye.

Wait—

He presses up against your back, and that's when you feel it.

You were going to be split in half.

He feels you tense, can hear the small gasp your throat makes and he chuckles lowly. "Yeah, you feel that?"

His fingers find and tease on your clit, and you feel another gush of wetness run through your slit. But it's not just you. He's spat onto his fingers and slapped it lazily onto your cunt. At least it's some consideration.

And then you feel it disappear, and then you feel it ghost over your pussy. Want washes over you, your instinctive side rising and you're just starting to rise up on your knees before Jake wraps an arm around your waist, forcing you up onto all fours. Your elbows dig into the ground, your back arched and Jake grins.

"Look at you," he slows, gliding a hand down your thigh before giving a heavy smack to it. You jolt, hanging your head low before he's grabbing at your jaw, forcing your head up and turning it to the side. "Nah-ah, I wanna see your face when it's in, girl."

His gaze never leaves your face as his hand grips your hip, lifting his body just a bit before he's teasing at your soaked entrance, prodding his tip with gentle circles and it has your eyebrows pinching together. Then he slips it in, bottoming out completely and you cough out a pathetic whine. His head tilts back, eyelids fluttering a little when he lets go of your jaw, and your head slips back down to where it was before.

He pulls out, and rams back in, jutting your body forward with the movement. He breathes out, voice ragged, "Whoo, holy... woah."

He guides your hips as he rocks his cock into you with consideration, and it surprises you by how gentle he's going.

But all good things come to an end.

You notice it in the way his grip tightens on your hips, the way his breath begins to deepen. You attempt to brace yourself, but nothing prepares you for the sharp thrust he sends into you, and then another, and another. You bite at your lip, dig your nails into your skin, but it's nothing to stop the moans that spill from your mouth like sweet dripping honey.

Jake can't control it either, you catch a few grunts that twitch out from his throat and the way his breath hitches and deepens. You're sure that you're gonna have marks later from his fingers, because damn, are they digging into your skin hard. But you honestly don't even care, because his cock that's going into you repeatedly coats over everything.

He leans over, slamming his hips into you while placing his hand on your back, and he pushes it down, forcing your back to arch greatly so he can fuck you at a sweeter, better angle. "All the way... There we go. Atta' girl."

"Jake," you whimper, and he grunts out your name in response. You squeeze around him, forcing a groan that's mixed with a growl come out from him. His dick slides through your walls with ease, a hard, overflowing ease. He hits all the right spots when he thrusts into your cunt, feathering at your cervix and it makes your knees want to give in, but he doesn't let that happen. He keeps you upright with his burning grip on your hips, and if it wasn't for it, you'd be on the ground, splattered out like some ragdoll.

Every single snap of his body, every crash into your dripped pussy has you quaking, yearning for more and more. And he gives it to you, and it's more than what you wanted, more than what you've asked for (or hinted for).

Jake suddenly reaches over and grabs one of your hands, all the while drilling his dick into your body like it's the last thing he'll ever do. He presses your hand on your belly. "Feel that? Come on, tell me you feel it."

"Mhm," you pant, feeling the bulge in your belly move in and out and it gives you a tingly feeling. He drops the hand, using his free hand to strangely affectionately swipe your hair out of your face.

But then Jake wraps his hand around your hair, holds it in a bundle in his fist and he tugs, whipping your head back. He uses it as a leverage to bounce you back onto his cock harder, and his grasp on your hair is so tight you feel like he's going to rip the millions of strands out from your head. "Jake— s' too much," you wheeze.

He ignores you, instead giving you a rougher shove to your cunt that has you full-blown whaling, neck soar from his unforgiving pull of your hair fisted in his hand. Your stomach dips and dives, your pussy on fire as it puffers around Jake's dick every single time it re-enters it. Your mouth is open, drool beginning to tip at the corner of it.

Just like before, you feel the mountain begin to creep up into your body again. But it's bigger this time, more icier and the top of it is pointier, sharp like the blade that sat in Jake's holder across his chest. It draws closer and closer, and you can just feel that you're almost there. Almost to the top.

"Jaaake," you cry, as his pace impossibly strengthens. His fingers dint into your skin, his breath hot on your back and he pushes your arched back more down onto the ground, desperate for the release. And you realise that you're desperate for it, too.

"Oh— fuck, oh, shit. Baby— fuck," he pants out, "Come on. Come for me. Again."

Again.

What he said all those times you wanted to sit down just for a tiny rest, no matter how many begs or pleads you gave, he'd always say—

"Again." You repeat under your breath, voice out of breath and just loud enough that Jake can hear it. You feel the top of the mountain and it's right there, just out pinky reach.

"That's right, girl. Again," he whispers, and the mountain pierces right through you. You mewl, voice crackled from the constant screaming as fireworks explode inside of your body. Jake forms a high-pitched grunt as you wrap tight and squeeze around his cock. He gives the last few pumps into you before he slips out, spilling his load out onto a patch of dirt beside his knee.

You're shaking everywhere, and it's hard to see. You can't tell if it's from the literal tears in your eyes or the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. Jake wraps his arms around you, and collapses to the ground, laying you out on top of him. Your back is against his chest for the millionth time this week and you're too exhausted to turn yourself around. So Jake does it for you, placing his hands on each side of your body and he rotates you so that you lay on his side.

Your arm's slung across his chest, and he supports you with his own arm wrapped around your back. Both of your breathing start to even out, and the state you settle into can only be described as peaceful.

"So," Jake starts. "You still unfocused?"

PART 3 HERE

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Headcanons of my headcanons? Yes.

Mating ritual headcanons + who you'd be paired with based on your zodiac!

• Once you turn 17, slender will require you to be mated.

• Being mated with someone is equivalent to marriage.. sorta.

• All the unmated are dressed in robes the color of their aura, and are paired together based on their auras and their souls compatability during the ceremony.

• An unmated person can challenge someone in a mated pair for their mate, and they must accept the challenge.

• It's usually a death match but over the centuries people have developed other ways, though since they're all mentally ill serial murders deathmatch is most common.

• People can switch mates if they believe they've found a better suiter- though it isn't recommended and must be approved by The Operator himself. (And may come with penalty or consequence)

•Once people are mated, they can choose to stay in their original proxy group or they can join a new one with their mate and another mated pair.

•All mated pairs have unique symbols to show they're a pair.

• Some have matching brands, scars, rings, necklaces, bracelets, or even tattoos.

• Can change over time depending g on how serious you are about your mate.

Aries- Would be paired with Judge angels or Bloody painter.

Taurus- Would be paired with Clockwork or Masky.

Gemini- Would be paired with Jane the Killer or Puppeteer.

Cancer- Would be paired with Toby Rogers or Suicide Sadie.

Leo- Would be paired with Jeff the Killer or Nightmare Ally.

Virgo- Would be paired with Jason the Toymaker or Candy Cane.

Libra- Would be paired with BEN DROWNED or Kate the Chaser.

Scorpio- Would be paired with Eyeless Jack or Nina the Killer.

Sagittarius- Would be paired up with X virus or Rainbow factory.

Capricorn- Would be paired up with Homicidal Liu or Nemisis.

Pieces- Would be paired with Hoodie or Janet the Silent.

Aquarius- Would be paired with Dr. Smiley or Laughing Jill.

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Living In Slendermans realm headcanons

● The mansion isn't big enough for everyone, so there's a small town where all the proxies live.

●The town has weapon stores, a grocery store, and believe it or not a small school for younger proxies just to teach them basic literacy skills, medical skills, learning anatomy and of course everyone's favorite, P.E.

●P.E isn't like the kind you'd kind at a normal school, it's designed for each proxy to boost stamina, strength and of course technique with the weapon of their choice.

●Many children, children of victims, become proxies and pastas depending on who was doing the mission.

●Some of the people who take children and make them proxies and pastas are:

○ Homicidal Liu

○ Eyeless Jack

○ Toby Rogers

○ Kate the Chaser

○ Laughing Jill

○ Tim

● Jeff murders children whenever he gets the chance, he loves while they weep and gasp for air as their blood smears all over his hands and hoodie.

●Laughing Jack is a menace to society but a damn good chef.

● BEN may be a 12 year old but hes seen a lot and loves his weed.

● A lot of them like drugs actually.

● Mostly weed and coke.

● Tim and Jeff do heroine.

● Tim is occasional, Jeff is a few times a week.

● Everyone who lives in town is woken by a deep siren that comes through speakers in the middle of town.

● Most proxies have severe mental illness, bipolar disorder being the most common.

● Every year there's a mating ceremony for the proxies and pastas of age, The Operator pairs up singles with each other.

● Every couple is required to produce or adopt one child, so the Operator has more people serving him.

● The reason The Operator has these rules is because he needs to compensate for the amount of proxies and pastas killed off by Zalgo's men each year.

● Jeff gave himself a mohawk once.. it looked ridiculous.

● Random, bloody appendages all over town.

● Tim gets into a lot of fights with other proxy group leaders at the bar.

● Tim, Brian, Toby and Kate are a highly respected group.

● Tim and Brian have mates, Toby and Kate are going to the next ceremony.

● Toby and Clockwork fight constantly, I'm talking full on with weapons.

● Jeff usually acts as ref as a crowd appears and watches.

Let me know if y'all want part 2!