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The One

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Prompt - ‘If you wanted me you really should have showed.’

If you were to ask anybody who knew you or Jake they would have all told you the same thing; you were head over heels in love, you and Jake were the one for each other. People were more surprised to find out you weren’t dating after taking one look at the two of you and coming to the conclusion that you had to be together, friends couldn’t possibly look at each other like that.

When people asked you what the deal was between you and Jake, you just smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile but rather a smile that showed how much you wanted things to change, a smile that said I fell for my best friend hard and there’s nothing that can be done. You gave them a smile and you told them he was your friend, he was your best friend, and that was the end of it.

There had always been something between you and Jake, something that always hinted towards feelings for each other, something that gave you a spark of hope that things could change but they never did.

Things never changed.

You and Jake had hit it off pretty much straight away when you’d first met, your first day on the job Jake came up to you with a to-go cup and a bright smile on his face. He stayed with you all day, helping you navigate everything. From then on you two had become such close friends, it was a friendship that everyone should have at least once, the type of friendship were you knew what the other was thinking, what they were going to do, it was the type of friendship were you could show up at each other’s door after a bad case and not have to say anything.

It was the type of friendship that made you realise you were falling in love.

You went on for months pretending that nothing had changed. Except now you couldn’t help but look at things from a new perspective, when Jake hugged you close for longer than what was considered socially acceptable, when Jake showed up at your door with a bag filled with your favourite take out, could these things just be friendly gestures or was there a chance Jake liked you too?

-

“I call Y/N!” Was the first thing you heard as the elevator doors opened into the precinct. You walked towards Holt’s office, leaning against the door frame but staying silent.

“You can’t just call Y/N.” Amy said as she rolled her eyes at Jake who was grinning up at her.

“Ha! I just did.” Jake shot back.

“Sir, Jake always picks Y/N.” Terry said looking towards Holt who tried to look bored of the group in front of him but looking closely you could see he was amused by the conversation topic.

“Perhaps we should just let Y/N pick who her partner is.” Holt said as he gestured to you. You smiled as you watched Jake’s head shoot around as he smiled brightly at you.

You looked at Jake and hated that the first thought in your head was could he like me. Rosa had told you the way you and Jake looked at each other wasn’t how friends should look at each other but you’d always brushed her off. Since realising your feelings for the detective you could help but question if she was right.

“Y/N!” Jake greeted, “You’ll be my partner won’t you?” The over exaggerated puppy dog eyes made your heart simultaneously ache and swell at the same time. You wished this was just some school girl crush that you could shake off but it wasn’t, it was real and you ached with how much you wanted this.

“Hmm,” You pondered, watching as Jake jutted his bottom lip out some more, “I suppose somebody has to be and I can put up with you better than most people can.” You joked, smiling as he laughed and made his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“That’s my girl.” And oh, how you wished you were.

-

You frowned as you heard a knock on your door. It had been a long day at work, the case you’d spent weeks on had gotten nowhere and was now considered a cold case - telling the victim’s family had gone as well as expected. Now all you wanted to do was hide away from everything and everyone.

With a groan you got out of bed and headed to the front door.

“Hi.” Jake smiled sadly at you. Despite everything that had happened that day, you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, opening the door wider.

“Thought you could use some company.” He told you and before you knew it you were being wrapped up tightly in Jake’s arms.

You couldn’t help but grip him just as tightly, cursing yourself as you did so. Being in Jake’s arms, wrapped tightly up in them like he could protect you from the world, made you feel safe. It was the safest you had felt in a long time and when he pulled away you immediately missed the warmth and comfort.

“Can I do anything?” He asked but you just shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. “I can go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“No, no,” You rushed out before you could stop yourself, “stay, please.” You pleaded, stepping aside so he could come in. The two of you headed to your bedroom, this wasn’t the first time one of you had shown up at the other’s house after midnight and it wasn’t the first time you’d shared a bed.

It was, however, the first time since you discovered your feelings for the man and this time instead of keeping some space between the two of you, Jake wrapped you up in his arms again.

You couldn’t help but melt into him and you pleaded with anyone who would listen for Jake to just make a move, give you a hint…anything.

-

“Come on, man, Y/N’s not gonna wait around forever.” Terry said one night as he, Charles and Jake were sat in the bar. The two men had been on Jake’s back for months now trying to get him to ask you out.

“Trust me, I want to but it’s not like that. She doesn’t feel that way about me.” Jake replied, a small frown on his face. He hated when the guys brought you up because it always reminded him that he couldn’t have you, no matter how much he wanted you, you were always just going to see him as a friend. He wasn’t going to ruin that friendship by telling you how he felt.

“She likes you, Jake!” Charles insisted but Jake just shook his head. He couldn’t have this conversation again, so without a word he left the bar ignoring the calls of his friends.

It hurt, only being able to have you as a friend. To hold you after a bad day but know there was nothing more than platonic feelings there, to not go home together after work and cook together, working like you were made for each other. Just being your friend was the worst but the thought of losing that friendship and you turning him down was too much for Jake so instead he smiled and continued to just be friends.

-

It had been months since you first realised you liked Jake and in that time you had given him so many chances to confess, for him to pull you into a kiss and say he felt the same way but that day never came.

Eventually you decided that you just had to give up because sooner or later this was going to destroy your friendship with Jake and that would break your heart.

“I have a date.” You told Rosa and Amy when the others left the break room. They immediately started talking and questioning you about it, both drawing the same incorrect conclusion.

“With Jake?” They asked together, Amy grinning at you whilst Rosa smirked. Both girls had been persistent that you and Jake were going to have a big romantic moment where you confessed your feelings and fell magically into your happily ever after.

“Finally, I always told you he was the one for you.” Amy continued as her smile grew. Any conversation where Jake came up, Amy had always insisted that Jake was ‘the one’.

Oh, how you wished he was.

Unfortunately this was life and people rarely got what they wanted.

“No.” You said, watching as their expressions changed immediately.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Rosa asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I mean no. I told you Jake doesn’t like me the way I like him and I have to do something before this crush ruins our friendship. Trust me, if he liked me he would’ve done something a long time ago.” You said honestly. Jake was the type of person who went for what he wanted.

“Y/N…” Amy began but you shook your head, quickly cutting her off.

“No Amy, he had his chance and nothing happened. I can’t just sit around alone just because he doesn’t like me.” You said and with that you left the room and entered Holt’s office ready for your meeting.

-

In the two months you’d been dating Liam you had noticed that you had barely seen Jake. When he found out you had started dating Liam he smiled, it was a painfully obvious fake smile, and told you he was happy for you before disappearing for the rest of the day.

In those two months you’d only seen Jake for work purposes though he wasn’t partnered up with you anymore. If the group went to the bar and you tagged along Jake would make up some excuse so that he didn’t have to go, so eventually you just stopped going all together.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit that Jake hadn’t fought for you, there was a small part of you that hoped by dating somebody Jake would admit he liked you but instead of that happening he just avoided you and your friendship.

That’s not to say Liam wasn’t good, he was, but with him you just felt…fine but with Jake you felt safe, loved, cared for, you felt fireworks just from your fingers brushing and you felt fearless as you worked together.

As you were feeling this way, it shouldn’t have surprised you when the fight happened.

-

“I tried to ignore it, you know, pretend that my girlfriend wasn’t into some other guy but come on!” Liam yelled. The conversation that started the argument wasn’t great, you accidentally brought up Jake’s name when talking about work causing the man to explode.

“There is nothing between me and Jake!” You told him honestly, causing him to laugh bitterly.

“Oh please, don’t act like there is nothing happening there! Everyone can see it all over your face.” Liam continued to yell, continued to tell you how you and Jake were probably sneaking around behind his back, calling you every name under the sun.

Finally, after what felt like hours of having abuse shouted at you, you left, ignoring the words of disgust he shouted at your retreating figure.

It was late at night and Liam had picked you up so you had no way to get home and no money to call a cab. You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts and tried calling Terry but there was no answer. You knew Rosa and Amy were on a stakeout so they couldn’t help and Charles was busier than ever with his kid.

So, that just left Jake.

With a sigh you sat down on the sidewalk. Would Jake even answer the phone? Despite everything that had happened between the two of you, you genuinely believed he’d pick up if you called but there was a small part of you that still hesitated before shaking your head and pressing the call button.

You listen to the ringing for a long time, almost ready to give up before you heard Jake’s groggy voice through the phone.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly just having woken up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You said quietly into the phone.

“It’s fine,” he assured, “is everything ok?” Those were the words that sent you over the edge and you barely managed to suppress a sob as tears fell down your cheeks.

“Um, yeah, no, I just, I-” Jake frowned as he heard another sob.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok. Just relax, Y/N/N, that’s it. What happened?” He asked after you’d calmed down a bit.

“Me and Liam we, um, got into a fight and he said some things,” Here you stopped to take a shaky breath, “I left.”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N.” He said, more sorry that you were so upset rather than you having broken up with the other man.

“This is your fault you know?” You laughed sadly into the phone, your emotions were all over the place right now and you knew you’d regret saying this tomorrow but you had too. “God, everyone always said we’d be perfect for each other, we were meant to be and you always laughed it off. I wanted you so damn badly Jake, you didn’t even fight for me. Even if you didn’t like me like that, you just let our friendship end. I wanted you to fight for me! That’s all I ever wanted!” You cried and Jake sat in bed with his mouth open as he registered your words.

The silence continued and you were about to hang up the phone when Jake replied.

“You like me?” He asked, stunned.

“You must have known.” Was your weak reply. Now it was out there, you finally admitting this secret, you felt light, you felt relieved. Even if Jake laughed at you, at least you’d said it.

“I would have fought so hard for you, Y/N/N, I, god, I like you so much. Every day I fall for you more and more, all I want, all I ever wanted from the day we met was you. You’re the one I want to dance around the kitchen with, you’re the one I want to take out, you’re the one who I want to lay on the couch with and talk about everything and nothing. It was always you, Y/N, and when you got with him, god, I knew then and there my chance was gone, I knew I’d blown it.” Jake admitted, surprised that he didn’t feel too nervous, he felt great, he felt confident. Even if too much time had passed at least he had said his piece.

“Jake?” You asked.

“Yeah Y/N/N?” Jake replied hesitantly.

“We’re both idiots.” Jake couldn’t help but laugh into the phone causing you to laugh too, the two of you were grinning like idiots.

“Where are you?” Jake asked and after he found out you weren’t too far away from him he offered to pick you up. With a shy smile you thanked him and hung up.

-

Soon enough you and Jake were sitting in his apartment.

“Listen, I know I’ve been a real jerk these last few months but seeing you with him…” Jake trailed off, turning away from you before continuing. “I’m really sorry. It wasn’t fair for me to take my feelings out on you, especially when I didn’t tell you how I felt.”

“I owe you an apology too-” You began but he quickly cut you off.

“No, you don’t. All you did was move on because I was too scared to say something.” Jake told you and whilst it was true you did feel guilty because this was a two way street and you could have told him how you felt.

“I was scared too.” You finally admitted after a few moments of silence causing Jake to smile shyly at you. With only a small amount of hesitation Jake reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to smile and melt into the touch.

“No more being scared, yeah?” Jake whispered as he leaned closer.

“Sounds good.” You replied just as quietly and with that Jake softly connected your lips together. His hand moves from your cheek to cup the nape of your neck as you kiss him back. The kiss itself is gentle but it was like every cheesy cliche ever, you felt fireworks as he kissed you, your skin tingled pleasantly as you felt his fingers lightly grazing your skin.

Maybe Amy was right, you thought as Jake pulled away and rested his forehead against you, smiling softly at you, maybe Jake was the one.

[jakescumdump]

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer

you’re distracted by Jake’s uniform— he’s distracted by you.

jake peralta x fem!reader. Dry humping w jake in his police uniform. Mdni; 18+

it’s rare when Jake gets to dress up in his full uniform, and it’s even rarer if he does, and is able to make it out the door in time.

to be fair, he really tried today. he had put on his cap and gloves, and was practically halfway out the door when you spotted him. the moment you see him with the all-black suit that was perfectly tailored to him, it’s not long before you’re right by his side with your arms wrapped around his neck. your faces are connected nose-to-nose as he jokingly states, with a wide grin, “the city needs me, baby.”

you smile too, a genuine one, and you can only respond to his ridiculous, yet familiar comment by planting a gentle kiss on his lips. It’s delicate, soft, and even innocent in some ways. A simple kiss goodbye. But all flies out the window when you slip a knee between his legs, pressing down as you breathe against his mouth,

“I need you more.”

you know he can’t say no to you— he never does. In a way, this has become a routine for the two of you. you ask, he denies, but in the end, he’ll always give into you. so he kisses you back, harder, quicker, large hands wrapping around the small of your back as your knee digs deeper into the crotch of his pants.

He pulls back when you begin to rub up and down, letting out a gentle hiss as he closes his eyes. His brows furrow for just a second, and then he laughs, a shaky scoff that vibrates within his chest.

“really don’t have time today, baby. gotta go to-“

“I’ll make it quick,” you pant in his face, looking up at him through your lashes. You place a quick peck on his reddened cheek, then his nose, and say, “don’t have to do any work, jakey, let me.”

He shuts up quick, though it was obvious, to you both, that he never planned on protesting against it much anyways. You unwrap your arms around his shoulders, turning around as you bend over at the waist. You wiggle back, just until your bare panties are met with a hardness through his dress pants. He curses under his breath, and it’s then that he knows he could never let you, his pretty baby, do all the work.

Your hands cling desperately onto the door frame as you begin to grind against him, lightly gasping as you feel him twitch through his pants. jake has to fight back his laughter, again, as he looks down at the sight in front of him, a twinge of pride blooming as he observes you trying your best to please yourself, to please him, but struggling with each short breath that escapes your mouth. He decides to let you try, make you work for it a little, at least for the moment, guiding your movements with a large hand on your lower abdomen to push your pelvis further into his groin.

you lift up your skirt to expose what’s left of your bare skin, and that’s when you hear him groan. Deep, guttural, and desperate. It’s the last thing you catch before Jake’s lifting you up from the ground, pushing the back of your head onto his shoulder with a hand around your neck.

“fuck that, baby, don’t worry, let me take care it,” he whispers, “I’ll take care of you.”

he begins to move, and you try your best to keep up with his firm and controlled shoves, but your feet are swinging mid-air while his metal badges dig harshly into your skin. it hurts, but his hard cock is rubbing at just the right spot, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. An overwhelming flash of warmth travels down your body, and you could only squirm as his hot breaths brush the underside of your earlobe.

It’s still early in the morning, you suddenly remember, but you can’t seem to shut up when the rugged fabric of his pants is jutting fervently against your wetness. You squeal when his hand on your stomach pushes down onto your bladder, where a sneaky finger grazes your perked clit.

you yell suddenly, a little too loudly for a cheap apartment with paper-thin walls, and just then, you feel the inside of his police cap ram onto your face. his other hand wraps itself tightly around your waist to secure your position, and soon, all you hear is the rustling of fabric-on-fabric and jake’s quiet grunts.

you suddenly realize, you’re completely off the ground, trapped between the intoxicating smell of his shampoo and the hard shoves of his hips. you smile. you got what you wanted, like you always do.

“so good, jakey, feels- feels so good,” you mumbled incoherently. He chuckles with a huff, and knowing you can barely hear, asks, “yeah? feel good? want more? want me to give it to you?”

“yes,” you purr against the hard wall, nails scratching at the paint as you beg, “need it, please, please, need it right now.”

he continues grinding his clothed member into you with an unrestrained exasperation, letting his groans loose in the process, and when you manage to arch your back and meet his rough thrusts, he growls. With a final drive of his hips, the tight knot in your stomach snaps.

you writhe with a strangled scream as you cum, but Jake only holds you tighter, squeezing you to him as he drops the hat. He continues to prod against you sharply, while you snivel at the overstimulated pleasure pulsating in your pussy. You flail helplessly and your cunt flutters around nothing when he cums with a loud groan, and you tremble with a sigh as the dampness between you grow.

The two of you stay there for a beat, breaths becoming synchronized as you both come down from the dizzying feeling.

“you gotta stop wearing that uniform, jakey,” you manage to say after a while.

he releases you from his grasp, gently pushing you to the wall as he grabs a handful of your ass and pants into your neck.

“Never,” he breathes, tucking your hair behind your ear before placing a tender kiss on your cheek, “not if i get to do this every time.”

-

a/n: “fuck the police” well yes! In more ways than one pls!

[jakescumdump]

HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!

[jakescumdump]

PINK HAIRED SWEETHEART!

;hc’s for thanos and reader with pink hair who hate eachother

“i fucking hate that pink haired sweetheart”

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who immediately noticed you, pink hair and doe eyes—everyone noticed you two, the unusal hair color making you two stand out in amidst of 456 players

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who, of course, first flirted with you and, of course, got his ego hurt because you just ignored him—you were here to win, not get distracted by stupid rappers.

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who actually saved your life in the very first game, unusally so—he pulled you behind him as people in the row started to slip before the doll turned around

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost, sweetheart—need me to make it all better hm?”

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who-when the game was over, approached you with confidence, saying “i saved your life, i think i deserve a little kiss—don’t i?” with that cocky voice of his

“oh fuck off—i just got caught off guard and you were there.” you said—and that’s when the hatred started.

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who got offended after you said that-because how could him pulling you behind him be ‘no biggie’ he totally didn’t do that to get in your pants!!!

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who would start mocking you, pulling you by your hair everytime you pass by him, throwing your lunch on the ground—everything, and him being actually struck by your pretty eyes, even though you annoyed him so fucking much, he didn’t mind one bit when you yelled at him—in fact, he found it cute.

“stop fucking pulling my hair!” you’d yell—but he’d just smirk

“relax, angel—would be a shame if i actually ruined your pretty pink hair, wouldn’t it?” he’d coo in that annoying tone of his, and you’d just hiss at him, walking away as he watched you with annoyance in his eyes—nam-gyu just watching you two in disbelief

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who’d watch you actually being sweet to others, trying to help everyone around you—except him, and that annoyed him to no end, why would you be sweet to those losers when he was right there!!

“man you need to stop looking at her like that.” nam-gyu said as they both watched you sparing your lunch and giving it to some scared boy

“i fucking hate that pink haired sweetheart.”

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who, once in this whole time, took a pity on you when he saw you on your bed—hugging your knees and hiding your face in them as you sniffled, too scared of watching people die around you—and him being him, he approached you—his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

“y’know it’s not your fault, right? i know you wanna help everyone but you’re not some kind of savior.” he says to you, but he sees that it doesn’t make it any better

“you know—i fucking hate you, but when we get out of here with shit ton of money, we’re gonna go to some pretty little cafe, and the soda’s on me, deal?” he says, and that actually makes you smile—so you nod in acceptance, and it makes his heart skip a beat

۫ ꣑ৎ; thanos who, in the game mingle, as soon as the number that was shouted was two, he pulled you by your wrist and ran with you to a room, he didn’t know why he did it, he hates you—you hate him. but it’s something you two are gonna talk about when you get out of here.

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🩷 squid game twitter links nsfw

content warning: fem!viewer. these are explicit smut videos, watch at your own risk. you have been warned! if you don’t like this, don’t watch.

author’s note: i’ve been seeing so many twitter links posts for different fandoms so i decided to do one for squid game. make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working let me know. this was so much fun hehe. enjoy <3

want more? check out part 2❤️‍🔥

〇 salesman / recruiter tw: bdsm

he never makes love, he fucks, like he hates you

you better take it all

△ in-ho / frontman (001)

he gets so hard watching you play the games

relieving stress on his limousine

too big

□ thanos + nam-gyu (230 + 124)

they didn’t like your vote, they’ll change your mind

“see? you can’t vote x. staying here is way better”

〇 thanos (230)

he likes it rough

loves doggy

△ nam-gyu (124)

the way he talks is sooo namgyu, your throat around his cock + degradation? perfect combo

im telling you he has an obsession with your mouth

□ jun-ho / police officer

after a nightmare he had to make sure you were good

passionate and loving

taking care of you after a long day

〇 sang-woo (218)

you asked your hot professor for help, this is how it went :p

thinking about you

△ dae-ho (388)

he’s a MUNCH

matches your freak

□ min-su (125)

mommy kink going crazy

type of shit he deserves pt 1

pt 2

〇 myung-gi (333)

he’s an asshole

△ pink guards

being their favorite player <3

you literally have them wrapped around your little finger

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OFF LIMITS

namgyu (player 124) x fem! reader

summary: your younger brother minsu has always kept shitty friends but none worse than junkies thanos and namgyu. this time, namgyu makes his move on you.

warnings: 18+ content ahead including dubious consent, sniffing panties, very light knife play, bathroom sex, power imbalance, pet names, noona kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, objectification, some pet play (?) (he makes reader crawl to him and calls her a mutt), fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, and creampie. perv! namgyu, heavy use of “noona”, mentions of thanos x reader

a/n: soo i blacked out and this happened. it’s rlly unhinged. shoutout to my friend for suggesting he call her noona because now all i can think about is namgyu noona kink

The bass from the TV shakes through the floorboards, rattling the cheap wooden trim and humming up through your bare feet. Gunshots and explosions stutter in quick bursts over the speakers. The living room stinks of weed, boy-sweat, and leftover takeout souring in open containers.

Thanos slouches on the battered couch, one leg thrown over the other, smoke curling from the joint pinched between his fingers. His eyes are low and half-lidded as he tiredly smirks at the game on the TV.

“I said left. Left, my boy. You cross-eyed or what?”

Minsu, your younger brother, who’s curled on the floor by the coffee table, doesn’t answer. He grips the controller, trying to keep his fingers from shaking.

He’s always tense around Thanos and Namgyu, shrinking smaller with every word. Like he knows one wrong comment could get him mocked or worse.

Thanos laughs, slow and airy, the blunt hanging from the corner of his mouth now, the ember flaring with each chuckle as he cuts a glance your way—brief, but heavy.

“Can’t even blame you, bro. With your sister walking around with legs like that? I mean, shit, I’d be missin’ my shots too.”

Minsu stiffens, but he doesn’t dare look at you. “Shut up, Thanos.”

Thanos lifts both hands, grin crooked. “What? She’s hot as fuck.”

Through their banter, all you can notice is Namgyu.

Off to the side, he lets out a soft, amused scoff.

He’s sprawled on the floor beside the couch, leaning back on one elbow. His band tee rides up his ribs, showing a slice of pale skin dusted with freckles and faded bruises. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, the waistband dipping under sharp v-lines, revealing a dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the cotton.

But he’s not playing the game.

His eyes are on you.

You move quietly through the room, a glass of water cradled in your hand and suddenly your sleep clothes feel thinner than ever. An old white tank top hugs your chest, the cotton just sheer enough to show the shape of your nipples in the glow from the TV screen. Your pajama shorts are patterned with tiny Hello Kitty faces, cut short enough to bare nearly all the curve of your ass. No bra. No underwear. You hadn’t thought twice slipping them on…but now, under Namgyu’s stare, you suddenly feel naked.

Part of you wants to vanish, to escape the heat crawling up your neck, the vile things they say when they think you’re not really listening. You don’t want to hear it—don’t even want to know how your brother’s nasty friends look at you, how they talk about you like you’re just another thing to fuck—but something sick keeps you rooted in place for a second.

Maybe it’s the way Namgyu’s stare pins you down, slow and deliberate, like he’s already imagined the shape of your mouth around his dick countless times, like he’s cataloguing how your skin would taste beneath his tongue.

Or maybe it’s the soft metallic flick of his knife, over and over, in a rhythm that feels almost hypnotic. Or maybe it’s how Minsu just sits there, small and silent, knuckles white on the controller, too afraid to speak up.

You hate how they treat him.

How Thanos talks to him like he’s a child. How Namgyu never even bothers to hide the way he laughs when Minsu flinches. You’ve tried to bring it up before, to ask why he keeps letting them walk all over him.

But every time you mention it, Minsu shuts down. Gets defensive. Upset. “They’re just messing around,” he’ll mutter, face flushed, voice brittle. “It’s not a big deal.”

It is, though. You see it in his shoulders. The way he tenses. The way he won’t look anyone in the eye when they speak to him.

But he won’t let you fix it, so now you just watch as Namgyu’s gaze tracks you, unblinking. His lips curl into a shit-eating grin, the small switchblade in his hand flicking open and shut, the sound like a ticking time bomb counting down to your demise.

Click. Click. Click.

Slowly, he sets the small pocket knife down beside him on the carpet. Then, with a mocking glint in his eyes, Namgyu lifts both hands, curling his fingers into a circle and holds them over one eye like a fake telescope, twisting his wrists and squinting through it as he blatantly scopes out your chest and hips.

“She’s always strutting around, Minsu.” Namgyu murmurs, voice dipping into something low and taunting. “Practically begging someone to look. Bet it fucks you up, huh? Seein’ your own sister like that?”

Minsu’s voice cracks. “D-don’t talk about her.”

Namgyu doesn’t even glance at him. “Or what?” he says bitterly, licking the edge of his lower lip, eyes locked on you.

Heat rushes up your neck, your stomach twisting tight.

Before you can hear another word, you pivot and rush down the corridor, your heart pounding and your skin still burning beneath the weight of Namgyu’s stare.

By the time the game fades into background noise, you’re pacing in your room, the cold press of the water glass doing little to soothe the heat coiled in your chest. It’s not even the way Namgyu talked about you—low and mocking, too intimate for a casual joke—it’s the way he looked at you. That heavy, lingering stare. The way he mimed staring earlier, not bothering to hide how he pictured you. As if your body was nothing more than entertainment. A toy. Something meant to be ogled at and handled and ruined.

Your chest tightens. You want to be angry. Furious, even. But all you can think about is the way his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip, how lazy and possessive his stare felt. As if he already knew what you looked like underneath your stupid shorts. As if he’d played this scene out in his head a thousand times and tonight, he was just getting cocky about it.

You hate it.

You hate how your thighs press together as the warmth between them grows thick and shameful.

You hate how your skin still prickles where his eyes touched it. How much of you he’s gotten without ever laying a hand.

You should’ve said something. Done something.

Instead, you let him look. You stood there.

And now it feels like he knows what he does to you.

The water glass leaves a wet ring on your dresser as you set it down and creep toward your door, fingers curling around the handle. You ease it open and slip out into the hallway, hoping to make it to the bathroom undetected. Maybe splash cold water on your face. Maybe breathe.

But you don’t get far.

You slam straight into someone’s chest and stumble back with a startled gasp.

Namgyu.

He’s standing in the dim hallway light, shirt rumpled, eyes dark and blocking your path completely.

But that’s not what makes your stomach drop.

Dangling from his fingers is something soft and bright pink. Something unmistakably yours.

Your panties.

Your breath catches, mouth falling open as your cheeks flush in disbelief. “Namgyu, what the fuck?!”

He doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, a slow, filthy grin spreads across his face. He lifts the panties to his nose and inhales deep. His eyelids flutter, his nostrils flare, and a low, contented sound rumbles from the back of his throat—something close to a purr.

“Still fresh.”

Heat explodes in your cheeks and your voice comes out in a harsh whisper. “Ew, you perv! Where the hell did you get those?!”

“Took ‘em after you showered yesterday.” he says casually. “Been driving myself insane thinking about how warm your pussy must’ve been to leave them smelling like that. I even thought about jerking off with them last night…but I figured I’d savor them first.”

He steps in close. You try to shrink back, but there’s nowhere to go. His knuckles brush the hem of your Hello Kitty shorts, fingers skimming your thigh. His gaze drops to your legs, then back up.

“You walk around like this, y’know.” he mutters. “All cute and clueless in these tiny shorts, acting like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“You’re disgusting.” you snap.

He just laughs under his breath. “And you like it.”

You glare at him. “Give them back.”

Namgyu lifts the panties just out of reach. “What? Gonna cry to Minsu? Think he’s gonna come save his poor older sister? He barely says shit when I call him a fucking loser to his face. You think he’s gonna man up for you?”

Your stomach twists, the TV still blaring in the other room.

Minsu’s right there.

“Don’t act so shy now…you’ve been waiting for me to say something. Looking over your shoulder every time you bend over in front of me and pretending you don’t notice.”

“Stop!” you whisper. “Minsu will hear you—”

He huffs out a laugh. “So be quiet before I make you myself.” His hand drags slowly over your shorts, just enough for you to feel it—his palm grazing your cunt. He brings his lips to the shell of your ear, whispering, “Bet you’ll beg me like a pathetic little whore when I finally play with this pussy too.”

Shame flashes hot across your skin, your breath catching as your thighs press together instinctively—too slow to stop the way your hips twitch toward his touch.

Before he can do anything else, you grab his wrist and yank him into the bathroom.

The second the latch closes, he’s on you again.

Namgyu slams you against the bathroom door, his mouth crashing down on yours—hot, messy, tasting like marijuana and something chemical that makes your head spin. You shove at his chest with both hands, but it’s like pushing a wall. He doesn’t move. Just groans into your mouth, frantic already,

“Get off—” you start, but then there’s suddenly cold steel at your chest.

Namgyu’s switchblade flashes up between you, the flat of it gliding slow beneath the hem of your tank top. His hand trembles—not from fear of hurting you, but from the strain of holding back. He’s wanted this too long. Needed it. The moment buzzes in his bones, filthy and inevitable.

“Shhh…” he coos, almost gentle. “Lemme see these perfect tits.”

The blade flicks, slicing your shirt straight up the middle.

You gasp as the fabric splits, peeling off your chest. The cold air hits your skin, goosebumps rising across your bare breasts. The knife clatters to the tile, forgotten, and then he’s on you—grabbing, hands rough and thumbing your nipples until you’re gasping despite yourself.

“Fuck,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, nuzzling, sniffing, “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

His hand dives into your shorts, greedy and quick while the other still gropes one of your peaks.

He doesn’t even tease—just plunges his fingers down.

He finds your cunt warm and soaked.

“N-namgyu…” you whisper, dizzy. He smells like his musk and it drowns you.

He groans the second he feels you. His hips thrust forward instinctively, his hard cock pressing against you through his sweats. “This for me, noona?”

His voice cracks around the word. It sounds hungry, the honorific cutting through your haze. You flush instantly, and his smile widens.

“Ohh, you liked that, didn’t you?” he giggles, breathless.

“Y’like it when I call you noona?”

You whimper in response, and he twitches, eyes darkening as he kisses your jaw, again and again, murmuring sing-song between each brush of his lips, “Noona…noona…” His voice lingers on the syllables, almost lilting, half-mocking and half-adoring, like he’s testing the weight of it on his tongue—trying it out.

“I’ve never called you that before, have I?” he hums, sweet and cruel, dragging his fingers slow through your folds. “Noo~na.” he croons softly, almost to himself now.

“Shoulda known you’d go all dumb for it.”

He laughs under his breath, lips still brushing your skin.

“Didn’t see the point, Thought it was stupid. But if I knew you’d be shaking for me like this…?”

His voice dips, “I’d’ve said it the first day I met you.”

Your breath hitches, your hips twitching toward his hand without meaning to.

He notices. Of course he does.

His palm presses flat against your pussy, grinding slow and heavy. “Look at you,” he breathes, delighted. “Already falling apart for me.”

“F-fuck you.” you spit—but it’s weak, and his eyes visibly darken.

“Mouthy little bitch,” he sneers. “Don’t worry noona, I’ll shut you up.”

His hand slaps over your mouth, firm and fast.

Your moans die under his palm, strangled and soaked in heat. His fingers push into you, slick and deep, each piston into you angled to ruin. The cramped bathroom echoes with the obscene sound of your cunt sucking him in and out.

Namgyu groans, low and guttural, hips grinding against your front again, rutting into the soft curve of your lower belly. You try to twist away, shame prickling down your spine—but he crowds in tighter, pinning you between his chest and the door, breath hot and filthy against your cheek.

“C’monnn…be quiet for me, noona. Don’t want your baby brother hearin’ how much you love getting touched by someone younger than you, do you?”

Humiliation spreads under your skin and your eyes squeeze shut. You can hear it—the wet, obscene sound of him knuckle-deep in you, the way your hips stutter into his hand no matter how hard you try to hold still.

He feels it. The way you clench—and it only spurs him on. His grin presses against your cheek as his pace turns brutal, every thrust of his fingers knocking a breath from your lungs, until your knees buckle hard against the doorframe.

Then his voice lowers, turning mean again.

“Or maybe it’s not Minsu you’re worried about.”

Your breath hitches behind his palm. He leans in close, his nose grazing your temple.

“Maybe you want Thanos to see you like this.”

Your whole body jerks and you shake your head wildly, but it doesn’t matter.

“You don’t even know half of what he says about you,” Namgyu goes on, teeth clicking. “Think dude’s obsessed with your tits. Bet he’d shove you down on your knees and fuck ’em right there in front of your brother.”

A muffled sob punches from your throat, eyes wide, legs trembling beneath you.

Namgyu groans again, deeper, fucking his fingers into you with renewed force. “But you don’t want Thanos, right?” His voice splinters with need. “This pussy’s not for him.”

You whimper under his hand, hips jolting into his palm, betraying you.

“No—” you gasp against his fingers, barely audible.

He slows, keeps his fingers buried deep, grinding them with deliberate pressure. “No?” His breath is sharp against your ear. “Just for me then, huh?”

Your head slumps back against his shoulder, thighs shaking. Humiliation coils low in your gut—but your cunt squeezes around his fingers, so wet it sounds desperate.

He releases your mouth finally and seizes your lips in a rough, claiming kiss, tongue pushing deep, devouring every sound you make.

“Say it, noona.” he pants between kisses, voice unraveling. “Say it’s mine.”

Your lips part, gasping. Your voice cracks, broken. “It’s yours.”

Namgyu groans, shattered, the sound rasping from his throat. “Good fucking girl.”

“You gonna cum on my fingers?” You attempt to hold it back, but it’s already crashing over you—your thighs trembling as you let out sharp little gasps of pleasure. Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, right at the edge. Namgyu whispers in your ear, “Please, noona…be a good little slut and make a mess f’me.”

“Oh fuck—Namgyu!” Your orgasm hits hard—sharp and blinding—your pussy pulsing around his fingers with a filthy, wet suction that makes him groan deeply in his chest. Your hands slam against the door, nails scraping the wood as your hips twitch against it.

Namgyu pulls his fingers out slowly, relishing the slickness as it stretches in glistening strands. He brings them to his mouth, sucking one clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

Before you can even recollect yourself, Namgyu seizes your wrist and yanks you down to the ground. You crash hard onto your knees, dazed, and he leans back against the tub’s edge, legs spread and sweatpants now pushed down past his hips. His cock is flushed and hard, glistening with the mess he created while teasing you, already twitching with anticipation. “Get that pretty little mouth on me, noona.”

“C’mere and show me how badly you want it.”

You gaze up at him—lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. His smirk twists cruelly as he sits back, his cock heavy in his fist.

“That’s it…now crawl to me.”

Heat floods your cheeks. Your thighs quiver as you drop down onto your hands and knees, slickness still dripping between them, knees squeaking against the cold tile. You inch forward slowly, your eyes fixed on his cock—his gaze locked onto you.

He strokes himself lazily as you move, enjoying the show. “Cute little noona. Crawling for my cock like a fucking mutt.”

He grins. “Open.”

You shoot him a look, lips tight. You hesitate just a second too long.

His smile fades, replaced by something darker. His fist knots in your hair, yanking your head forward.

“I said open, noona.”

You bare your teeth, but you do it—mouth wide, tongue out—and he slaps his cock against it, once, twice, wet and heavy.

“Fuuuck, there we go,” he pants, rocking his hips forward. “Just like that.”

You choke as he feeds more in—your throat tightening, drool spilling from the corners of your lips. He moves slow at first, savoring every inch until you gag around him. “Shit, you sound so good choking on it,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening. “You fucking love this don’t you?”

You moan, more in frustration than pleasure, your nails digging into his thighs. He tastes salty, like something you shouldn’t crave, but you arch towards him anyway, greedy.

“You’d let me cum on your face, wouldn’t you noona?” he pants, his cock twitching against your tongue. “Or right on your tongue…yeah, I just know you’d take it so well.”

You whimper, and he lets out a ragged moan, hips stuttering.

“W-was about to coat this pretty face,” he grits out, dragging you off his cock with a wet pop. You gasp, coughing, spit trailing from your lips. “But right now…”

He hauls you up, spins you, and lifts you onto the bathroom counter. He shoves your shorts down just far enough to make room, The porcelain biting into your bare ass. You yelp at the cold, and then again when his hands shove your thighs apart.

“This pussy’s still leaking,” he mutters, stroking himself once before dragging the swollen tip through your soaked folds. “I think you need a good dicking.”

You glare at him, breath ragged. “Just s-shut up and fuck me.”

“Fuck…don’t gotta tell me twice.”

He lines up and drives in—one brutal thrust to the base, splitting you open with a loud, wet slap.

You cry out, nails digging into the edge of the counter. The mirror behind you rattles.

His grip bruises your hips as he starts pounding into you—deep, rough, no rhythm, just raw need. Each thrust knocks you back, cunt gushing with every slap.

“You hear that?” he spits, breath catching. “Listen to that sloppy pussy—fuck, you were made for this.”

You sob into your arm, overwhelmed and aching, but your hips still chase his. It’s pathetic.

“Cockdrunk noona, stuffed like a whore on her own fucking sink.”

His hand slips between you, thumb finding your clit to rub it hard and ruthlessly. Sparks shoot through you, your body already trembling from the next orgasm building low in your gut.

“Say thank you, Namgyu,” he growls.

You shake your head and his grin turns feral.

“Fine. I’ll make you say it.” He thrusts into you harder, crueler, his thumb grinding down against your clit without mercy. Your body jerks with each snap of his hips, loud wet slaps echoing in the room as he fucks you through your resistance. You choke on a moan, teeth gritted, fingers clawing at anything you can reach.

He doesn’t let up. Just pounds into you, deep and brutal, your walls clenching around him with every thrust. He drags his cock out slowly—almost all the way—before slamming back in hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Again. And again.

“Fucked stupid and still begging for more. look at you suck me in,” he hisses, watching your face twist in helpless pleasure. “You gonna cum again? Be a good little fuckdoll for me?”

You try, God, you try, but your body gives out first. your orgasm rips through you without warning, raw and violent, soaking his cock with a loud, messy gush. You scream, back arching, thighs shaking where he holds them open. Your cunt pulses hard around him, fluttering and clenching with every wave crashing through you.

“T-thank you, Namgyu…” you choke out, voice wrecked.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it,” Namgyu groans and slams in one last time, spilling inside you with a sharp curse. His cock pulses deep, stuffing you full.

He stays buried, panting against your neck, both of you trembling, skin sticky with sweat.

When he finally pulls out, he cums all over your pussy—thick, hot spurts painting your folds and leaking down onto the counter beneath you. His release drips from your swollen cunt in obscene trails, pooling messily.

“Can’t waste a drop,” he huffs, gaze locked on the mess. Then he grabs your bunched-up shorts and tugs them back up over your thighs, sealing it in. “Keep it in, noona.” Then a slow, filthy pat between your legs. “Want you to feel me on you.”

You look at him—glassy-eyed, ruined. “You’re sick.”

Before he can respond, Thanos’ voice drifts in from the hallway. “Yo, Namsu! You good in there?”

Namgyu’s cock twitches against your thigh as he leans in, teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Go on, pretty. Answer him for me.”

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JAKE SULLY SIMPLY CUMMING HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

okay babe how about jake sully missing your date because of work once again and ur all pouty and >:( don't touch me

cutest thing EVER

WHY SO ADORABLE OMGGG

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Even before he walks into the tent, Jake's ears are folded back, his tail swishing around with unease. He can smell your rage, can sense your disappointment, and it makes him guilty and anxious.

He'd meant to get home on time. He'd offered you a night out, just the two of you away from everything else. But then the Sky People had gotten in the way. They'd been sending scouts, and Jake was forced to chase them off with the help of a few other hunters. And that had made him late to your date night. Extremely late.

He pushes the tent flap open and walks in, only to find you siting on the floor, your back to him.

He sighs softly. “Baby...”

You humph in response, curt and cold, and Jake winces at the sound. You're pretending to be busy with threading a basket together even though you're still dressed in the ornate loincloth and pretty beaded top you'd worn for your date night.

“Angel...,” he says softly, walking closer to you. He kneels behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You shrug him off, hissing softly, “Don't touch me.”

He sighs. “Baby, will you please look at me?”

You ignore him, continuing your basket with almost aggressive threading. Your lower lip is trembling and you can feel tears of frustration welling in your eyes, but you refuse to cry. You won't cry for him again. Not again. If you cry, he'll comfort you, and if he comforts you, you'll forgive him too easily.

“Kid, come on,” he says gently, biting the inside of his cheek. “I'm sorry.”

You humph again, eyes focused on your weaving, refusing to so much as glance at him.

“Baby, please,” he insists, amber eyes staring at the back of your head. “Please. I'm sorry.”

Finally, you snap. “Yeah, I know. You're always sorry,” you snarl, whirling around to face him. You glare at him, your gaze almost searing him. “You always do the same shit and you're always sorry. I already know.”

Jake exhales softly, shaking his head. “Baby, I didn't mean to be late. I didn't mean to miss our date, angel. I just got caught up—”

“Yeah, I know,” you cut him off. “You got caught up, wanted to be back earlier, didn't think you'd take this long. I get it, alright. Stop giving me the same fucking excuses.”

Jake sighs. “They're not excuses, baby. You know how dangerous it's been out there with the Sky People back and all—”

“That's not the point!” you yell. “It's always you that has to go protect the clan. You know perfectly well that the other hunters can fend for themselves. Why do you always have to join them? Especially when you know I'm here waiting for you! Why can't you just delegate your responsibilities to someone else when I'm at home waiting for you to get back?” you demand. “Why can't you, for once, put me first? Just once, Jake.”

Jake sighs. “I do put you first, baby. I always put you first,” he tells you. “I'm out there fighting the Sky People to ensure that you're safe. You're the first one on my mind. I'm always thinking about you, always worrying for your safety—everything I do is for you, angel.”

You shake your head, tears now falling down your face. “Jake, I appreciate all of that. I do. But I don't want you to do all of that for me. All I need is you. Some time alone with you. I don't like only seeing you late at night when you get back and then early mornings when you leave for duty. I want you to be beside me more than that. You know I do...” You sniffle softly, wiping your nose. “I'm sick of missing you. I'm sick of only seeing you an hour daily. I'm sick of it.”

He exhales slowly, his eyes growing soft, his ears perked as you sob softly. “Baby, I'm sorry,” he repeats, wrapping his arms around you. “I'm so sorry...You're right, I should spend more time with you, love. 'm so sorry...”

You let him hug you, burying your face in his shoulder, his scent, his warmth, his arms around your waist soothing you.

Jake kisses your temple, your cheek. You let him. You rest in his embrace, feeling safe and comfortable...

His lips move to your jaw, to your neck, and the feeling of his tongue on your skin has sparks shooting through you.

“Mmm,” you hum quietly. And Jake knows that tone. He knows exactly what you want, exactly what you need. And he's more than willing to give it to you.

He pulls away from you for a moment, offering you his braid. Your eyes are almost glowing as you meet his tendrils with yours. Immediately, you shudder, gasping softly.

Jake's pupils dilate, leaving only a sliver of amber iris as he watches you. He kisses you then, his tongue sliding inside of your mouth, teasing you, igniting sparks low in your womb.

You grab onto his shoulders, gasping softly, eagerly meeting his kiss. He gently leads you to lie on your back on the floor, one of his hands wandering down your stomach while he bites your lower lip.

His hand slides under your loincloth, thick, calloused fingers finding your clit. You exhale softly, pleasure bubbling within you as he rubs your needy bud in soft, tight little circles. He can feel your ecstasy through the bond, his cock twitching and hardening.

He kisses your neck, his fingers making your pussy grow wet and warm, which quickly results in your slick gathering at your entrance. There's a slight ache growing deep within you, a spot inside your velvet walls that yearns to be pet.

Jake slides his middle finger into you, his thumb pressing against your clit. You moan softly, back arching as he fucks you with his hand.

Every wave of pleasure you feel, he feels as well. It makes it easier for him to know which spots you need touched, how much faster or harder you want him to go...

He slides his ring finger into you as well, scissoring both digits inside of you, stretching you open. You mewl, nails digging into the muscles of his arms, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Jake,” you moan. “Jake...”

He chuckles softly, biting your neck carefully as he curls his fingers inside of your cunt, pressing against your g-spot and sending a sharp knife of pleasure through you.

“Fuck!” you squeal, spreading your legs more for him, your hips rolling against his hand. “Mmfph!”

He increases his pace, touching you faster, adding more pressure against that spongy spot within you and rubbing harder on your clit. He has you teetering on the edge of orgasm, building you up and up, making it feel like you're about to fall to a precipice you won't recover from.

And just when it feels like too much, you come. Your orgasm crashes over you, harsh and overwhelming. It makes you see stars, your lips parted as you repeatedly cry out in pleasure, your body writhing beneath his touch.

“There you go...,” Jake says, smirking softly. “Such a good girl, baby...” He kisses your collarbone, his fingers still inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He moves his mouth to your breasts, licking your nipples, biting them gently.

You're breathing heavily, body limp from the ecstasy. Still, he kisses down your stomach, lower, over your womb. And then he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean.

His gaze is on yours as he does so, and you can see the look of hunger in his eyes, the way he still needs more.

He places himself between your legs, his shoulders forcing your thighs apart as he licks over your raw, swollen cunt.

You shudder at the sensation, hands moving to Jake's head in a futile attempt to push him away. But he can feel how much you want this, so he keeps going.

He sucks your clit, making you jerk, his tongue caressing the swollen, needy bud. He drags his sharp canines over your soaked folds, making you gasp softly.

His own breathing is heavy, both from the pleasure he can feel through tsaheylu and from the way he's grinding his hips against the floor.

He eats you out slowly, gently, his tongue sliding inside of you as his nose presses against your clit.

Soon, you're jerking and gasping, your hands tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

You grind your hips on his face, your back arching as the pleasure builds like a fire kindling within your womb.

“Jake! Jake! Fuck!” you mewl, eyes shutting tight as the ecstasy grows within you, making you feel a tight coil growing in your womb.

He groans against your pussy, sending shivers through you. His hands hold onto your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he devours you, hungry and animalistic.

You're trembling, tears of pleasure falling down your face. “Jake!” you squeal. “Jake! Ahh!”

He smirks against your pussy, going faster, his teeth rubbing over your soft, soaked cunt, making you shudder.

Your slick is dripping down to your ass. It coats his lips, his nose, his jaw, and he's absolutely adoring the way your scent smears all over him.

He goes faster, harder, tasting you with so much eagerness that butterflies are fluttering in your stomach.

You cry out something unintelligible as you come, shuddering and trembling, your thighs squeezing his head.

He can feel your orgasm through the bond, and the feeling of it combined with the way he's grinding against the floor sends him over the edge. He comes, his thick load spilling onto his loincloth; rope after rope of white, warm cum staining the thin fabric.

You feel him reach his peak through tsaheylu and shudder softly, your body spent, limp.

Jake moves away from your cunt, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he collapses on the ground beside you.

“I'm sorry, baby,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I promise I'll spend more time with you from now on.”

You smile softly, nuzzling into his chest. “Okay...I appreciate that.”

Jake smiles. “Anything for you, my angel. Anything at all.”

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beautiful dreams ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; turns out, there isn’t much difference between the dream version of neteyam and the real him.

word count ; 3.9k

themes ; smut, slight fluff???

warnings ; p in v sex, pussy play, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk... let me know if there's anything else?

author’s note ; this was just a little something i thought of & couldn’t force it out of my head, so i wrote it for everyone else to suffer with me. i kinda just assumed that na’vi sleep naked in this so we’re going with that, too.

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There was only one person who would plague your dreams, and every night he came to visit your mind and torment your feelings further. For as long as you can remember, you’ve had a crush on Neteyam Sully, eldest son of Toruk Makto - and, unsurprisingly, so had everyone else. The way he presented himself, the way he would shy away from attention but enjoy feeling proud of his achievements, the way he always made sure to protect his family and the rest of the clan. It was all too much for your fragile heart, and before you knew it, you were head over heels for him.

God forbid, you ever did anything about it, though. It was obvious from the very start that Neteyam would never reciprocate your feelings - he was next in line for Olo’eyktan, meaning he was way out of your league. Besides, it wasn’t like he had the choice of choosing his mate; that decision always fell down to his parents.

And, yet, despite knowing all of this, that didn’t stop him from visiting your dreams, night after night...

"Oh fuck!" you moan, guttural, the sound clawing from the back of your throat. Neteyam's relentlessly fucking himself into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot like an ethereal rhythm, one you never want to stop. “Mmm, N-Neteyam.”

You only become more of a whimpering mess when he brings one of his hands down to rub his finger ceaselessly against your clit. The sensations that are brought about by both his fingers and his cock are almost too much to bear, tears beginning to form in your eyes at the pleasure.

Neteyam chuckles, his movements picking up speed as soon as he notices your fucked out expression, loving the way you look when overstimulated by him. His name falling from your lips causes a tightness to form in his lower stomach, too, the way it’s spoken so explicitly. The increase in pace has you gasping, mouth open agape as there’s nothing else in your mind but the beauty of Neteyam. “Oh, god. ‘ts too m-much, ‘Teyam!”

The feeling of your release is just seconds away, you’re sure of it, and the excitement building up within you is both painful and ethereal all at once. Only Neteyam can make you feel this way - only Neteyam can bring such beautiful sensations to your very core. Not once does his movements slow down, finger erratically rubbing against your bud.

But, when you’re just moments away from tumbling from your release, coming down from your high with Neteyam surely not too far behind, you’re suddenly awoken. Eyes opening wide, breathing coming out in soft pants, you attempt to collect yourself and your composure. It wouldn’t exactly be great if someone saw the state of you - you were sure it was obvious what you’d been doing beforehand.

Running a hand gently down your slightly sweating face, trying to wake yourself up to the best of your ability, you feel a slight chill run down your spine. Your hair stands on end, and all you can think is maybe your subconscious had woken you up for a particular reason.

When your eyes filter around your tent, finding nothing but emptiness, it isn’t until they land on the entrance, the remnants of your wonderful dream slowly disappearing from your mind. Standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the structure, tent flap closed against him, is Neteyam, and heat floods through your entire body, no doubt painting your skin a darker hue.

Embarrassment is all you can feel as it rushes through your system until you’re positive you might die from it. Then you remember something that makes your entire situation all the more worse - something your friends had been known to tell you more often than not (much to your annoyance) - you sleep talk... That means, more likely than not, Neteyam heard you moaning, making it clearly obvious what you were dreaming of. You have no idea if you’d moaned his name, either, but by the look on his face, the smug expression that’s not leaving any time soon, it seems you already have your answer.

Incoherent mumbles tumble from your lips, nothing you’re saying understandable because you don’t truly know what you want to say. You want to apologise profusely, but at the same time, all you want is for the ground to swallow you whole and never see Neteyam ever again.

But, neither happen. Instead, you continue lying against the mat, propped up against your elbows, and Neteyam stays in the entrance. There’s a small smirk lingering upon his lips, tongue flicking out every now and again as his eyes finally leave your own to rake themselves up and down your body. Such attention on you has you shivering in your place, unsure as to whether you should be enjoying it as much as you internally are. But, on the outside, however, you find yourself shrinking away from his gaze, suddenly shy and introverted.

In the next moment, still no words having been shared between the two of you, he’s taking a step closer, his movements precise and a little slow, almost like he’s trying to seem menacing. With your heart pounding harshly within your throat, you prepare yourself for the moment he starts to yell at you, waiting for the insults of you’re disgusting for having dreamt of him in such an intimate way. In order to protect your already broken heart, you intend to stand up, pushing yourself further into the air as you shuffle further away from him.

In an instant, it’s obvious he didn’t like that. He bends down, hands catching the bottoms of your legs as he claps them tightly. With a firm but somewhat gentle tug, he drags your sprawled out figure back over to him, a look of teasing on his features. “Where are you going, hmm?” With furrowed eyes, you look up at him in innocent confusion, not being able to understand what he’s doing and why he’s doing it. It’s clear he heard what was going on within the turmoils of your dream, so why wasn’t he yelling at you already? “You want me that bad you’re dreaming about me?”

“Neteyam-” you begin, voice quiet and laced with utter puzzlement, attempting to explain yourself and your hazy dream. But, you don’t get that far, because, in one sudden movement, Neteyam is ripping the thin sheet that once covered your bare body, throwing it off to the side with no regard for the material. The cold of the night air rushes through you, hitting you full force at once, causing you to shiver in your place. You comfort yourself for some warmth - and also to shy away from Neteyam’s intense, lingering gaze - by covering your chest, legs moving up on instinct until you're curled up, cocooned.

You hardly spend a single second in this position, however, when Neteyam smacks your arms away from your chest, and forces your legs to part. A gasp lodges within your throat, both at the feeling of such cold air hitting your vulnerability but also at the way he looks as though all he wants right then is to ravish you whole. “No, no,” he tuts, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “we’re not doing that.” His eyes forcefully tear themselves away from your heat, looking into your gaze intensely, hotly, lidded from lust. “I want you to tell me exactly what I was doing to you in your dream.”

Completely shocked, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes blown wide, ears perked high upon your head and tail on alert (albeit, the end seems to be twitching in excitement, something you can't seem to control), you can form no words - not even a mumble. None of this situation makes any sense to you - he should be disgusted, calling you horrible, vile names and cursing you out to the Great Mother, no doubt making sure the entire clan knew about your deviant mind and explicit thoughts. Instead, he doesn't move from his kneeled spot in front of you, hands still clasped on your legs as he gives them a gentle squeeze. All of this still feels like a dream, one you definitely don't want to wake up from... but, a dream, nonetheless.

Another chuckle escapes his lips from your speechless expression, inadvertently loving the idea of him being the cause of such a reaction. It only makes him want more. "Y/n," he says, voice husky and sensual, the sound leaving your bare pussy clenching around nothing but air, hoping upon everything that he doesn't notice the movement and understands just his voice is doing that to you. "Tell me exactly what I did - I want you to feel good."

This is where your brain seemingly converts itself into two. Whilst one side of you wishes for him to just leave and get the rumours over and done with, so you can live out the rest of your life in shame, alone now that no one else would want you, knowing how your dreams turned out when the future Olo'eyktan was near... the other melted, shivering in its place at both his words and the way they sounded rolling off his tongue, speaking to you. You fought hard to not give in to him - you really did - but when he looks so handsome just slightly above you, asking you to tell what you dream of him doing to you, wanting to make you feel good, who were you to not give into him?

Before you can truly comprehend your actions, your mouth is moving on its own accord. Still, your voice stays small, hesitant. "You... you were fucking me..." A blush forms against your cheeks, the feel of the heat rushing against you only making you feel more embarrassed.

But, then your eyes move down to his lips, watching as his fangs catch his bottom lip whilst the edges curve up in a rueful smile. He shakes his head, beginning to lower himself further down to the ground, until he's lying flat on his stomach and his face is just inches on top. Making sure to keep your legs open with his soothing palms caressing the insides of your thighs, there's a menacing smirk present when he speaks next. "Well, we can't do that straight away - don't want you to get hurt." For a very brief moment, his words have your heart fluttering in blissful pleasure; hearing him not want you to get hurt because of him feels nice, it feels almost loving, so much so, you almost forget the dirty position he's placed the two of you in. "Guess I'll just have to get you ready."

"What?" you begin to question his meaning, eyes narrowed in confusion as you look upon him, but your words are drowned out for the sigh that escapes from your lips when he presses a soft kiss against your heat. Head tilted back in pure pleasure as you continuously sigh from the feeling building up below, he continues pressing a few more kisses against you, lavishing in the wetness of your core present from both your previous dream, but also Neteyam.

It isn't long before he stops his kisses, and instead starts to give you kitten licks upon your clit. This sensation is better than the last - something you hadn't thought possible - and it has you gasping loudly, eyes closed shut as you let yourself succumb to him. Your back arches subconsciously, wanting to be somehow closer to him than you already are, and when his teasing tongue movements only continue, you attempt to close in on instinct, but Neteyam forces them apart, wanting - needing - your full glory on display. He laughs at the way you're so sensitive to him already, having barely begun, eyes never once leaving your awe-inducing features, lidded over like a predator stalking his prey. Neteyam knows you're wet and delicate from the dream you had just woken up from, but he decides to take credit for that, too - after all, you were moaning his name, meaning they were technically his actions, too; ones he was hoping to live through now.

His tongue never stops in its movements, even as it begins to lower, making its way down to your entrance as he leaves you a teasing mess. Such sensations were only thought of in your dreams, and even the aftermath of them wasn't this good. It has you eliciting your first moan, loud and careless, hand intuitively gripping against the top of his braids, fingers closing tightly around them. Neteyam groans into your heat when you do so, enjoying gaining everything you're offering to him. It only tightens his lower stomach all the more.

Continuously, Neteyam doesn't stop eating you out like a full course meal, like he was absolutely starving and there was no other meal left for him to devour but you, savouring the way you taste and only wanting more. He gently prods a finger against your entrance, wanting to let you know what his next move was, before slipping it in with ease. Your walls clench around him immediately, and another groan sounds at the back of his throat at the feeling of your tightness against his finger, mind wondering deliciously to how such a feeling would be against his cock. You gasp, holding your breath - you had done this to yourself before, thanks to your dreams, but knowing that this was Neteyam - the real Neteyam - caused the sensations flowing from your mind to the bottom of your toes to increase in their power. Once fit snuggly inside you, he only waits a few seconds before he's curling his finger at the end, your thighs trembling a little as he manages to hit such a sweet spot within you, one you had never reached before. Without realising it, your lower half moves upwards, closer to his face, craving for more of everything he's willingly giving you, until he pushes you back down with his free hand.

He starts to pump his finger in and out of you, watching your expressions constantly change from pleasured to glorified to awed, basking in you wholly. "Nete-" you moan, hands staying on the top of his head, fingers tangling in his brains, ensuring that he stays crushed between your thighs as continues sucking on your clit in beautiful motions, wanting him to stay there forever.

Due to already being sensitive from your dream, you can feel your release closely approaching its end, building up like a knot within your system, and its only when Neteyam adds a second finger in your heat, curling that one, too, pumping them both at a rapid pace that has you seeing stars, it becomes too much. "Neteyam!" You're tipped over the edge straight away, a moan that's mixed with a scream lodging within your throat, blissful. His movements begin to slow down, but continue to pump in and out of you, aiding you in riding out your orgasm.

When he pulls his fingers out, sitting up as his looks down at the beautiful sight he's helped make, you open your hooded eyes, hazy and clouded. The view above you causes heat to rush through you again, but, this time, it feels more provocative, more explicit. Neteyam's face is completely covered in your wetness, and he makes sure you're watching him when he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and licking them clean of your orgasm.

A small bout of embarrassment floods through you, but its halted by anticipation when, in one swift movement, Neteyam is untying his loincloth and throwing it to the side. His cock springs free from its previous hold, smacking against his lower abdomen, the tip leaking with precum as it shows off his obvious arousal. It has you feeling a little proud that you could make him feel such a way, and suddenly, you don't feel as embarrassed as before. Instead, you only want more of Neteyam Sully, and with the way he's looking at you now, you know you're in for a real treat.

Hooking his arms around your thighs, he pulls your entire body closer to his, until your ass met against his skin. This alone has you excited, the wetness of your arousal already making its appearance known once again. Saliva pools in your mouth and you swallow in anticipation, watching as Neteyam grabs his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times to get him completely wet, before he teasingly rubs it against your pussy, mixing your arousals together. He grunts throatily, never having felt such a thrill rush through him, having wanted this with you for too long now for anything to stop him.

"Now," he starts, panting, almost out of breath and delirious of the idea of your pussy being so close to him intimately, "I was fucking you, yeah? Like this?" he gestures to your position, of you lying flat on your back with him hovering over you deliciously. You struggle to forms words, however, too busy basking in the feeling of his cock rubbing against you, wanting him impossibly closer, so you stick to nodding instead. He lines himself up to your entrance, the tip poking through and it has you clenching in apprehension, even more so when he smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side mockingly. "Let's see if the reality is better than the dream."

Pushing himself into you, he groans, the sound coming out almost like a growl, which only intensifies your arousal all the more. A whine falls from your own lips at the stretch, both painful yet somehow pleasurable, too. Once he bottoms out, the tip of his cock hitting such a delicious spot within you, balls fitting snug against your warmth, he reaches down, hand coming up to caress your cheek with both care and devotion. "You okay?"

In any other circumstance, maybe his question would've had butterflies swarming in your stomach, but seeing as you can only nod, fucked out from everything that Neteyam's giving you in such a short space of time, you'd have to try and remind yourself of it later on. Standing back up straight, hands against your hips as he holds you in place, Neteyam starts to fuck himself in and out of you in a perfect rhythm. Not once does his cock not hit that spongy spot right at your cervix, your mouth hanging agape in bliss and eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Too much at once - your arousal from the dream, your previous orgasm, and just this being Neteyam in general - means you're already close to the edge, hypersensitive, but you can't bring yourself to care. Instead, you only wish to chase that feeling, so as Neteyam picks up in his speed, you move your hips, too, meeting him half way and causing your skin to slap harder against one another.

You can feel him throb within you when you start doing that, his cock twitching against your walls, so you carry on doing it. Closer and closer to the edge you get, until you remember that Neteyam had wanted to fuck you exactly like he had been in your dream... so you do exactly as he'd wished.

With shaky movements, you grab a hold of one of his hands on your hips and move it down towards your pussy. Just based off that barest of implications, he knows what you want, especially when he makes eye contact with you once more, hooded eyes meeting together as a pout forms on your lips, like a plead. "Was I doing this, too?" he asks as he presses his finger against your clit, a hiss protruding from you as ecstasy rides through you. All the while, he doesn't stop fucking you relentlessly once. "Hmm, was I playing with your little pussy while I fucked you good?"

"Uhh, fuck!" you moan, the mixture of everything finally getting to you, the impossibility of this situation you somehow found yourself in. With unfathomable speeds, balls hitting against your pussy deliciously as his tip hits the back of your sweet spot, Neteyam's hand grinds itself against your clit. He would do this several times, before he'd relieve you and pat harshly against your warmth, and repeating the cycle again.

Your moans and your groans are becoming too much for Neteyam, too, as he finds himself nearing the edge of his control. There was nothing better than seeing you completely fucked out underneath him, tight around his cock, moaning his name and asking for his fingers. He knew he'd wanted this for a long time now, but actually being granted it was a whole other thing, one he was never going to give up.

Neteyam's thrusts start to become sloppy and without their rhythm, lying down on top of you. Ensuring his weight doesn't completely crush you, the hand that isn't continuing to elicit such delicious moans from you just from touching your oversensitive pussy is placed next to your head, holding him up.

One thing that had been driving him mad when he had walked by and heard you originally was the scent that was wafting from your tent - a mixture of your usual one, but one of sexual desire, of arousal. It was what had drove him against his better judgement and forced him inside to bring him to where he is now, forever thankful. So, fitting his head snuggly within the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, his senses being sent into overdrive when the smell of you is all that's known to him, wanting to bask in it for the rest of his life.

And, when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you deeper - both his head and his cock - he truly believes this is what it's like when you're with the Great Mother after your death. Nothing else could be so beautiful, so ethereal, and yet so unbelievably good at the same time.

"Fu-fuck," Neteyam curses into your skin, his breath leaving you hot and breathless as the two of you finally come down from your highs. You feel his release shoot out like hot bursts, painting your walls, but also your own as it envelops his cock whole and trickles out of your entrance and down his length.

There's a short moment of silence that lingers between the two of you, yourself unsure of how you really go about anything next. Panting heavily and swallowing drily, trying to bring yourself back to reality by blinking several times, Neteyam's head reluctantly moves around from your neck and hovers over you. Your noses are practically touching, hot breaths mingling together as one as neither of you can look away from the other.

"So, all this time, you wanted me, too?" he questions, voice cocky as he smirks down at you. Disbelief courses through your veins, your mind having to repeat what he'd just said to you, before a breathy - albeit confused - laugh escapes you, unintentionally clenching around him again. Your actions rise a hiss out of him, and he cocks his brow at you, tilting his head to the side - something that only has you feeling aroused again. "Oh, narlor (beautiful)... all you had to do was ask."

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human!reader taking nude and explicit photographs of herself to give to the colonel 😩

Sweet like a cherry – Chapter 1

Miles Quaritch x female human reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.

Warnings: explicit smut, (mutual) masturbation (lots of it), voyeurism, degradation kink, body worship, misogyny / bullying if you squint, obsession, corruption kink, size & age difference

Notes: apologies for the header photo, i promise there aren’t any physical descriptions of the reader in my fics (such as skin color, hair, etc).

Cherry. A symbol of both purity and innocence.

Technology had never been Quaritch’s forte. It wasn't even his strongest branch of knowledge; a strange piece of information that always came as a surprise to anyone who knew him, even to himself. He was usually too proud to admit this flaw of his to others. But he excelled in other things instead. Leading, for example. Leading troupes, soldiers, recoms. Keeping them safe.

On a typical day, the head of security ensures that security measures are properly implemented, educates and trains soldiers and develops security processes to reduce risk and limit liability for the RDA. Oh, and guns. Yeah, guns he knew how to handle.

And this was something that he took great pride in.

Miles knew that some people use technology to create all kinds of art, as useless as that may seem to him. They draw, they create, they write, whatever, you name it. Sometimes, people use technology to document things. They videotape or photograph stuff. All that unnecessary shit that he pushes into Wainfleets area of responsibility, because hell, he couldn’t even open a stupid document on one of those data pads everyone seemed to carry around these days.

Which is why this tiny, square piece of paper, right there on the floor of his living quarters, spiked his interest so much.

A polaroid.

Quaritch knew polaroids. He knew how to use a polaroid camera too, surprisingly. Learned it back on earth when he was young, when technology was as simple as pressing a button which resolved an instant result. A photo, in that case. They often came out looking a little blurry or foggy, he admits that was probably due to the outdated technology. Nothing compared to the quality that cameras could capture today. But that’s what gave them their charm, right?

He doesn’t remember them being this small, though, but that’s probably because the last time he held one of these was when he was a kid. And when he wasn’t a little over nine feet tall and blue.

Faintly, Quaritch wonders how it even ended up here. He wasn’t really the type to carry memories with him, photographs of all things. And a polaroid? Who even brings a polaroid camera all the way from earth to pandora? As far as he could remember his first time coming to this hell hole, the list of belongings he was allowed to carry with him was fairly short, limited to the necessities only.

Instead of breaking his head over an answer to where it may came from, the Colonel chose to continue observing this strange… let’s call it gift, his eyes narrowing and squinting throughout his thorough investigation.

But when he finally turns the polaroid, his eyes widen in surprise.

There‘s nothing blurry or messy or foggy about the picture, even under the dim light of the lamp that lit his dark bedroom. It was crystal clear.

Your tattoo is the first thing Miles sees of you. Thin, red lines adorn the flawless skin right on your hip, resulting in a cherry as a whole. Cherries. Miles loved them. Small, soft round, almost heart shaped and of bright red color. And so, so sweet.

He’s never been a big fan of lingerie, truth be told, but the way those panties matched the color of your tattoo, Quaritch couldn’t deny that this was one hell of a sight. You wore a set of thigh-high stockings, same color of course, to make the match perfect.

Too bad the photo’s frame cuts off right where your head would be, so he could only wonder if whoever the woman on this picture was, she was wearing the same color of lipstick too.

A nice little gift, he thought, not thinking much of it as he laid the polaroid into his nightstand drawer.

It doesn’t take more than a couple of days for him to find a new set of polaroids, slipped under the crack of his door while he was on a mission. With a huff, Miles set his gear down to pick them up from the floor. He might not have realized back then, but he was actually pleased to find not just one, but three polaroids this time.

Surprisingly, there was something written on them this time. A fine line of red ink, reminds him of your tattoo. Handwritten in cursive, with a small heart at the end of the sentence, like a love letter directed to him, stood, "to Colonel Miles Quaritch."

As if someone was trying to make it clear that those were meant for him. That the last time wasn’t just an accident or made by a perverted voyeur that gets off from sliding naughty little photos of herself under random peoples doors. No, they were made entirely for him.

If the first one he received was already a sight to see, the ones he was holding in his hands right now were straight up mouth watering.

Quaritch couldn’t help it.

He was still a man after all and it’s been one hell of a long time since he had last touched a woman. A life time, you could say. So even though his own bodies reaction to stirring alive at the sight of your photos took him by surprise, it wasn’t actually that surprising after all. Because how could he not grow hard at the sight of that faceless woman with the cherry tattoo, sprawled out on her bed, messy satin sheets underneath her picture perfect body, legs spread wide and angled so he could get a good view of her glistening folds.

The first polaroid he had received was nothing more than a little tease, meant to get him intrigued, maybe even rile him up and make him want to longe for more. But these, these photos were straight up pornographic.

The second one is enough to make Miles sit down on his bed and rearrange his pants, as they had suddenly grown suffocatingly tight around his crotch. In that one, you were bend over what looked like the edge of your bed, spine arched just the way he liked and with your thighs spread to make room for your hand that had two delicate fingers buried to the knuckle inside of you.

"Fuck…", Miles chuckled lowly. What a pretty pussy, he thought, as he started to palm his cock through his cargos.

He held the polaroid just a little closer to his face to catch all the details. How your walls seemed to clamp down on your fingers, spread wide to swallow them whole. God, what he would give to hold your legs open and watch your tight pussy struggle to take him down to the base.

He groaned at the thought, as his hands found the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down enough to free his hard cock. Throbbing painfully in his palm, he begins to move his hand up and down, stroking lazily as his eyes scanned over the polaroid like he was studying a fine piece of art.

Miles imagined how your voice would sound like. How cries would tumble from your lips, his name like a mantra as he fucked you until your entire body would tremble, unable to bear how good he was making you feel. The loose fist he’d made around his cock grew tighter, as his steady pace became a touch less steady, his body growing desperate for more friction than his lazy drag had allowed.

Miles stroked over his shaft, squeezing the blue tip of his cock just right, forcing the very first droplets of pre-cum to form and spill over his knuckles.

His eyes traveled over to the next photo, the same lithe body, biting his lower lip as his gaze settled on the way you were squeezing your soft breasts together for the shot, fingers teasing your perky nipples. A sight that would only be better if there was a cock, his cock, in between them.

While the pre-cum that leaked from his tip did serve to smooth the dry tug, it wasn’t enough to keep up with his pace, so he spat into his hand, the glide easier now, and the filthy sounds made his head spin. He could almost feel your pussy clamping down, tight and hot, around him. If he closed his eyes, it was like you were really here.

But Quaritch rather kept them open, half lidded at least, just to keep staring at those filthy little pictures, like a pathetic sailor looking at pinup posters taped on his bunk bed.

Soon, he was actually fucking into his hand, faster now, as he imagined exactly how you would take him. Perhaps you’d look best, sitting prettily on his lap. Riding him, rolling your soft hips while he gripped your ass hard enough to leave bruises, lifting you up only to slam you down on his cock. Wrenching cries from those spit-glossed lips, skin shiny with sweat and a lustful gaze through thick lashes. 

Spurting his thick, warm cum into his fist definitely didn’t feel as good as pumping you full with it would, he determined that day.

Cherry, Miles named the mysterious woman of his late fantasies. Because no matter the pose, you always managed to leave your face out of your photos. Instead, you sneaked your fruity little tattoo on every single one of your shots. Like a trademark, as if he could somehow recognize you like this.

Ever since then, the days Miles received cherry's little gifts had piled up quite a bit. So much so, that the Colonel couldn’t even deny anymore, that he even grew a tad excited about coming back home from his missions just to find a new set of naughty little polaroids on the floor right behind the door.

And even when he wasn’t specifically looking at your photos, he sometimes caught himself thinking about you. With so much shit going on in his life, it was nice to have a little something to let his mind drift off to.

His sweet little cherry, for example.

Miles washes himself mechanically. Shampoo, rinse. Conditioner, soap, lathered across his blue skin. Sliding over his board chest, balancing on the cliffs of his hips, dripping down to where his cock hangs hot and heavy, tingling under the pelting water as if they were an angel's kisses. Pecking, spreading on his skin. Drowning him in drowsy heat as he slips rough fingers through his short hair.

He washes away all the grime, sweat and dirt that had clung to his body after spending most of his day in the sultry heat of pandoras jungle. Looking down at his palms, as he rinses them under the spray of hot water, he thinks about your latest polaroid, from two days ago. It was a shot of you, standing in the shower, too.

The camera was set somewhere behind you. Both of your hands against the tiled walls, you stood entirely on your tip toes, back arched and chest pushed against the wall to give him a good view of your backside. You really had a delicious looking, peachy butt. Especially delicious, if said butt was covered in soap.

Placing a hand against the wall to steady himself, Miles other hand traveled down over his toned stomach, until he reached his cock, that was now standing proud and tall, his tip an angry color of purple, as pre-cum already oozed from its slit.

There used to be times when it was a lot harder to rile him up like that, he thought with a scoff. You made him feel like he was a teenager once again. Back in his old room, on his parents farm, where he had just discovered his old man's playboy magazine. When his body was pumped full and overflowing of hormones and testosterone that desperately searched for a way out. Or when he was in college, bending over every pretty girl that willingly got into his old mustang and spread her legs for him in the backseat.

Miles thought he’d grown up since then. That he had better impulse control now. Had his fair share of women so that things like seeing one naked wouldn’t immediately get him this hard. Hell, he was a completely different man now, he has responsibilities, a team to lead, a whole damn planet to colonize.

But as he furiously pumped his cock, lubed with pre-cum and body wash, he thought that maybe he was just acting like some horny teenager because it’s been an awful while since he had last buried his cock into a wet little hole. Or maybe it’s something about those damn Na‘vi and their fucked up dna that was used to clone him. Maybe they’re so hormone driven and that’s why he has those borderline animalistic urges to fuck that faceless woman into the mattress of his bed, any bed.

Or maybe it’s just because of you. Because cherry looks just so perfectly edible, so bite sized and delicious. A pretty little thing made for him. Needy enough to send him those downright pornographic polaroids, because you were thinking about him, thinking about him stuffing his cock so deep into your pussy that you could taste him on your tongue.

Miles exhaled a shaky breath, hips stuttering to fuck into his fist at a faster pace as he continued to recreate the last photo he had seen of you in front of his minds eye.

The second polaroid of your previous set showed you in a squatting position, legs spread wide, while the water of the shower was running down over your curves, over your tattoo and pubic bone to dribble onto the white-tiled bathroom floor. Quaritch swallowed thickly, tongue lapping over his pointy canine as he imagined to dive head first between your thighs to get a good taste of you. Fuck, he bets you would taste so damn delicious, truly living up to your little nickname.

In this shot, your own hand was wrapped around your throat, almost as if you were taunting him.

I wish that was your hand instead.

"Jesus, cherry", Miles groaned in a hushed whisper, "Bet you’d love my hand around your throat. Filthy little slut."

His eyes squeezed shut even tighter as he imagined you in this exact position, squatting in front of him in the shower, your hands on his thighs as he fucked your throat, until your voice was raw and hoarse.

Unfortunately, in this moment there was no one to swallow his thick load of cum, but the tiled wall of his shower and the drain after the water had washed it down.

In his youth, and even sometimes in his years as an adult, the morning after was often filled with an emotion that his current self didn’t even possess anymore. Shame, sometimes even guilt. He took what he desired, made a pretty girl see stars and then ditched before the first ray of sun could even shine through the ugly smog that was once a white cloud in the sky –before the humans fucked up.

But ever since his sweet Cherry had bought him her little gifts and once in a while gave Quaritch a way to release all of his pent of frustration, he was in a surprisingly good mood. Not that good, of course, because Quaritch wouldn’t be Quaritch if he was running around like a brainless bimbo full of sunshine and butterflies. But good enough that he didn’t immediately growled something along the lines of "watch where the fuck you’re going" or something like that, when a small body bumped into him in the hallway.

Yesterday nights shower activities left him in a good enough mood, that all he did was scrunch his nose and scoff at the pathetic sight in front of him.

White lab coat, black pencil skirt, blouse and clipboard in a tight death grip, clasped over her chest like she thought he would snatch it from her, stood one of those scientists that were running around all over bridgehead like little ants.

Looking all the way down at you, Miles realized that you must’ve dropped a few of your books and other paperwork when you accidentally ran into him, as they were scattered across the floor all around you.

There was a long moment of painful silence, as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Eyes, that were filled with something that looked like panic to him, like a deer caught in headlights and you blushed, blushed so much that your whole face turned red. Oh god, Quaritch thinks to himself, she’s one of those kind of lab coats. Those nerds that never see the sunlight because they’re always cramped into their little labs, studying whatever fucking plants and stuff they could get their hands on, like it’s their only purpose in life. One of those nerds that he made fun of when he was still in college, virgins he’d call them, because that’s what they were. So smart, yet too stupid to socialize and actually get their hands on another human.

You, too, looked like a virgin to him. Albeit a little too pretty to be compared to the other scientist freaks he had crossed ways with so far. Less like a sun starved vampire, with dark circles under their eyes and greasy hair that made him wonder if they even had showers down at the labs. No, you looked more like those kind of girls you’d see in those weird roleplay porn movies, dressed down to make them look nerdier, as if they were someone completely different outside of work, wearing those fake glasses that weren’t actually needed for anything other than the sheer purpose of covering them in cu—

"Oh god, I’m s-so sorry, Sir!" You finally snatched out of your trance when he crooked a brow at you, hastily hurrying to fall to your knees and collect the papers that were littered across the floor like confetti.

With an amused huff, Miles was about to turn on his heels and continue his way to meet General Ardmore at the corporate hq, when his gaze flicks to a tiny, square piece of paper on the floor. The sheer horror on your face, when he crouched down to pick it up, was actually quiet an amusing sight to him.

"Well, well. Look what we have here." Quaritch chuckles as he flips the paper over, that in fact turned out to be a polaroid, just as he assumed. It reveals the picture perfect shot of a body, with a small tattoo he’s grown very familiar with.

"If that ain’t my sweet little cherry…"

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So I was doing some research for a fic, looking for Na‘vi insults and thought I should share these absolute gems with you all 😂😂

Ngal si Tsahayluti nantangyä tximru - Go bond yourself with a viperwolf's ass

Sla muntxa nga - Go f*ck yourself, lit.: 'become self mated'

Kalweyaveng - Son of a bitch, lit.: 'child of a poisonous spider'

Nì'ul kame tskxe - A stone sees more

Txanfwingtu - Bastard, loser

Teylupil - Teylu face

Kurkung - Asshole

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