#jake sully drabble

[hanasnx]

“ IT’S CUFFIN’ SEASON, AND ALL THE GIRLS BE NEEDIN’, I NEED A BIG BOY ” — jake sully.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ navi toruk makto jake x human!reader ノ daddy kink: “ma sempul” = father in na’vi ノ dacryphilia ノ squirting ノ size kink ノ overstimulation ノ objectification.

JAKE SULLY’s rearranging your guts while you’re crying, “ma sempul, ma sempul,” over n over again. he scoffs, and it dissolves into a dizzying grin and snicker at you, those canines glinting in the dull light while his hand on your waist is rocking your little body on n off his cock. sticky with white cream it strings out every time he sheathes and pulls out, breathless n husky while your tiny pussy’s squeezing every last drop outta him.

“yeah? yeah, baby? who’s your daddy?” he taunts, flicking his chin up while you’re squeezing your eyes shut trying to cope with his size. it hurts. and you’re squirting all over him for it. wet spray pumping out of you in waves as his tip keeps panging that spongy spot inside you. you cry out and latch onto his thick wrist as you ride it out, and he plugs you up with his cock, letting your warm liquid run down his thighs. “keep talking, i wanna hear it.” he encourages and you release the breath you were holding in a sputter.

“fuck!” you exclaim all pitchy. and you relax, sinking, toes curling from the comedown of squirting and the feeling in your tummy unable to decide whether to tighten or release. “mmm, ma sempul…” you whine. “f- feels so good,” shivering, you peel your eyes open, lashes heavy from your tears and look up at him pathetically. his strength is still guiding you back n forth, and your head juts from the force as he does it, the gross sounds of sex filling the silence a second. “you’re so big.” you sigh, and let your head collapse as you bite down onto your lower lip hard. your legs suspended in mid-air are raised that much more with his other hand hooking under one knee, scooping it up. that lethal na’vi dick shoving in to a spasming and overstimulated hole, still battered from being fucked into squirting with just a cock.

“tha’s right; you’re mine.”

[sunsents]

Tsu'tey - The Age of Arrogance (6)

FINAL CHAPTER 6 (M)

MINI SERIES MASTERLINK

A/N: This short series is finally over guys!! This story was incredibly hard for me to wrap up, as it overlapped with a difficult time in my life. But I'm back on track and doing so much better, but i have the worst writers block ever like fml

➵ chapter summary: Your pent-up feelings seem to burst out when Tsu'tey makes an announced visit to break down your walls once and for all.

➵ pairing: enemies to lovers, tsu'tey x fem!reader(no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 7.6k

➵ warnings: mature themes (18+), fingering, thigh riding, cursing, dirty talk, tsu'tey is a horny menace, intercourse, face sitting, oral receiving, a whole lotta groping, minors DNI

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TSU'TEY POV

It's late.

Tsu'tey doesn't know how late, but he knows that no respectable Omaticayan man should be awake at an hour like this. A soft hoot fills the empty silence, the occasional gust of wind rustles the thick leaves of the home tree, but the forest settles into serenity again.

Disturbances only elevate the soothing smell of the woodlands and the occasional cool wind that hits Tsu'tey's cause the tips of his ears and tail to twitch. With his arms slung over his weaving, his lidded eyes almost succumb to sleep.

Thoughts of you always manage to pull him out of his deadly trance. He turns to his side with a huff, feeling too hot. He throws the weaving to the floor and curses in Na’vi under his breath, shivering softly. 

An Olo’eyktan did not run away from the woman he loved. An Olo’eyktan did not run away from feelings. However, it seems Tsu’tey wasn’t a very good Olo’eyktan.

For the first time in his life, he was nervous about following his heart. Expressing his emotions has never been an essential factor in his life till now. He had thrust the notion of mating with you upon your hands when you had been vulnerable with him. Selfishly, he had left you alone in a panic of embarrassment right after confessing his desires for you.

He had tried to make it up to you by setting himself straight and courting you the way in the ways of his people. You deserved so much more, and he was adamant on providing all that he could. 

He offered you fruit and meat to show that he could provide for you. He displayed his physical prowess in front of you to showcase that he would be a desirable and strong partner. He even invited you to his kelku to show that he had prepared it for a second Na’vi. A mate. 

How could he not realize that you weren’t accustomed to the Na’vi mating rituals yet? He should’ve asked JakeSooly for sky-demon mating practices instead; surely that could’ve gone much better than this. 

It’s not entirely his fault, he keeps repeating to himself. It wasn’t in his task to teach you courting when you first arrived in the clan. He was more focused on keeping you alive rather than getting you mated.

He’s been an absolute fool. Eywa, help him. 

As he lies in bed, staring blankly at his woven ceiling, the past few days repeat in his head like a painful memory. 

After the mission,  he spent a sleepless night thinking of your sweet voice and plush body. The torturous hours stretched on until dawn broke, and he sprang up in frenzy to see you. His dignity was trampled on anyway, he was acting on pure instincts for once in his miserable life. 

You weren’t there, and your absence hit his heart more than he liked to admit. Throughout the day, he decided to hunt to clear his thoughts and decide on his next course of action. His hunting trip was occupied by thoughts of you, though. It occurred to him how similar the two of you were, remembering how whenever he made you particularly angry, you would always grab your bow and disappear into the forest. 

This reality only made the notion of spending his life with you fill through his entire being, and he was determined to make it a reality. He envisioned late-night hunting trips with you during lunch, and the fantasies grew worse as dinner followed. Before he knew it, it had been past midnight, and he was gathering yovo fruit to offer it to you the next day– and as he peeled and washed them on the nearby riverbank during the ungodly hours of the night like a madman, he felt the minute remnants of his dignity wash away as well. 

He huffs once again to stop the sad images of his desperation, kicking his silk blanket around. He had to do something other than take out his frustration on his bed. For the sake of his efforts weaving the nest, and his health, he decides he won’t pull through another sleepless night filled with thoughts of you. Finally giving up, he gets up, quickly puts on something respectable, and disappears into the Pandora night.

He memorized the route to your home when you first built it, days of hard work finally paying off when the kelku was sturdy and warm. It was unintentional, this habit of his. He knew the exact steps from his kelku to yours when he had to work with you regarding clan issues, hunting parties, sky-people issues, and many more. You were a team, whether he liked it or not.

His confusing emotions follow behind him like a shadow, always there to attack when the sky grows dark and weary. He needed to think of a plan; a solid one that didn’t involve him saying Please mate me or I will explode as soon as he saw you. Nothing comes to mind as he traverses the thick trees and woven bridges leading to your house. He needed to apologize for his behavior before he said anything else. At least it was a start.

It doesn't surprise him to find your house lit up from inside, glowing amidst the otherwise dark and camouflaged homes. How fitting. What surprises him, though, is the chuckles of a male voice coming from inside.

Your kelku. 

Occupied by a man. 

Heart dropping, he dreads continuing further. His legs fail to listen to the warning sirens going off in his head. 

He smells you before he sees you, ripping the curtains open. The view that greets him grounds his hunches to the wooden floor, and a wave of relief washes over him like a cool shower. You, Jake, Neytiri, and Takuk are sitting on the ground, drinking and snacking on fruit while discussing fervently. Your hands flail around as you explain something, eyes gleaming with mirth. He announces himself by clearing his throat, and you drop the bowl in your hands.

READER POV

Having Jake as your neighbor meant unannounced visits at 12. He had packaged Neytiri and Takuk with his little escapade and brought alcohol into the unplanned gathering. While you didn't prefer to drink this late, you found no harm in innocently sipping the fermented fruit mixture that strangely resembled wine. It must have been the fermentation process, you theorize, setting your cup down. Takuk was always quick to remind you of the name of the mixture, but you always seemed to forget and opt to call it wine.

No amount of non-wine could have prepared you for Tsu'tey showing up at your home, though. Flushed, he pants at the doorstep. 

"Tsu'tey!" you gasp. Jake, Neytiri, and Takuk's eyes follow. "W-what, are you doing here?"

"He's here to join the fun, that's what!" Jake beams, ploughing on. "Come on, man. Si'down!"

In the haze of alcohol, no one seems to realize that Tsu'tey did not know you were having a gathering. Albeit forced. 

He came to your kelku on his own accord with the knowledge that you were alone, in the middle of the night. The connotations of the sentiment are enough to make any Na'vi with common sense think he's courting you.

If you hadn't almost jumped his bones yesterday, you would've laughed at the thought. Now, though, as he stands completely still and looks entirely too uncharacteristic, you are finally certain that he desires you as well.

"I-" he clears his throat. "My finger hurts,"

"Oh, right. Of course," you nod, remembering the pricking incident. Had it caught an infection? "Maybe it's better for Neytiri to help. Since she's tsakarem and all."

Neytiri looks deeply offended. "You were the one aiding him. Do not pass on your responsibility."

Your tail lowers in shame. "Right, sorry."

With a nod, you stand up. Without bothering to tidy your bowl and cup, you approach Tsu'tey with tentative steps. "Must've been a helluva prick, huh? Maybe it's infected..."

Tsu'tey merely hums, stoic. His untethered gaze prickles your skin. "Lead the way, I guess."

Tsu'tey fiercely turns around and strides out the door. You look back at your friends, who all give you dubious looks. Jake raises his eyebrows, and if Neytiri and Takuk had them, you're sure theirs would be in action. With a deep breath, you follow him.

Tsu'tey wordlessly hurries before you. His clenched fists sway, and his tail matches his fervor. You make sure to keep a distance from him to avoid possible injury, trying to match his fast pace with silent maneuvers. 

When he doesn't turn in the right direction, you call out his name. He stops abruptly, turns around, and causes you to stumble into his chest. With a shrill yelp, your forehead meets his chest. Heart catching in your throat, it's difficult to look up into his eyes. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

Tsu'tey suddenly grabs your hand and drags you deep into the dark forest. You merely try to avoid toppling over his strong body as he pulls you across the foliage. The bioluminescence is guidance enough, but the occasional hoot and yelp of the forest evokes gentle thrills up your spine. You ask where he's hauling ass once, twice, until you decidedly keep silent and let him drag you around like a rag doll. 

He walks with agile strides and finally comes to a halt near the riverbank. Nature's bath bubbles with thermal energy, stirring and churning water like it's an elixir. The warmth it emanates dizzies your head while the misty night hazes your senses.

You look at Tsu’tey in confusion. For the past week, his behaviour has been, undoubtedly, strange. You feel as though you’re being dragged along his schemes as he figures out his issues. It feels unfair to both your desires and your heart. 

“Tsu’tey…” you start with frustration. “I am exhausted. I have duties to attend to. I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

Tsu’tey merely stares at you, magnetized by your presence. You awkwardly stand in front of him next to the riverbank as you adjust the collar of your top. You feel exposed under his surveying gaze, and while Tsu’tey notices your discomfort, he doesn’t bother to cease his stare. 

“You did not come to see me,” he blurts. 

“What?” 

You watch him wince in amusement. After taking a deep breath, he takes a step closer. “After the mission. I waited.”

“Where, exactly?”

Tsu’tey’s tone is gruff when he speaks. You feel your cheeks start to flush, unsure if it’s because of the heat or him. “Tsahik kelku. You did not come.”

“I wasn’t aware that I was supposed to, big guy.” You pause. “Especially after you left without saying anything.”

Tsu’tey falters. “I am not good with words. I am stubborn. Like angstik.” 

You tilt your head in confusion as he rambles on. 

“I am not good with emotion.” He takes your hand and promptly spreads your palm on his bare chest. You feel his heartbeat thunder under your fingers. “But, I can show you. These days, I keep trying to show.”

The soft tuft of Tsu’tey’s rope-like tail trails up your leg until it coils around your thigh. He pulls you closer with this, until you’re flush against his chest. His arms follow his tail, encasing around your waist until you’re trapped between his strong arms. You surely can’t escape now, which is exactly what he wants. His smug smile tells you enough.  

“What? I don’t understand…”

Tsu’tey huffs out a breath of annoyance. “I made this.” He pulls an intricately woven armband from the small pocket of his waistband. “I hunted this morning to provide for you. My kelku, it is prepared for you, tawtute.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

His ears flicker. “JakeSooly told me that this is what you call love. Do you understand?”

You nod slowly. 

It’s taking every bit of strength left in your body to not throw yourself into his thick arms completely. Your heart is soaring inside your chest, and your kuru is aching to latch its tendrils to the man before you. Your entire body buzzes with animalistic instincts, which is quite a revelation on your part. Your human counterparts are trying to keep themselves calm, whereas the Na’vi blood…

You realize you have no reason to hold yourself back, and you pounce in anticipation. To hell with what he was planning on saying, you capture his lips in a heartbeat.

Tsu’tey splutters momentarily, unable to realize you’re kissing him. When the gears in his head turn back on again, he groans into your mouth in anticipation. He kisses you back fiercely, and fuck– it’s electrifying your entire body. His hands wind around your waist and greedily pull you into his chest as he licks his way into your mouth. 

Tsu’tey kisses like he hunts; assured, gentle yet merciless. He doesn’t spare you any mercy as you turn into a whiny mess beneath him. Your hands wrap around his neck to anchor him to your liking, and as stubborn as ever, he grins against your lips and careens his head away.

You ache to feel his lips on your again as he peppers kisses towards your ear. 

“You are very hard to impress, syulang,” he chuckles lowly.

You swat at his arm, trying to ignore the shivers that run down your spine. “I thought you hated me!”

“So demanding,” he whispers while his hands sneakily drift down to the soft flesh of your ass. He kneads the skin gently, causing your hips to bump together.

 It would be downright unfair to deny the thickness of his cock protruding from his tewng. You can almost feel it twitch.

“How can I hate you, vrrtep?” he almost sounds pained. “I am sorry, I have made many mistakes with you. I have never had…guidance with this.”

A soft smile graces your lips at his intimate confessions. Never in your Na’vi life would you have thought Tsut’tey, out of all assholes, would admit he was insufficient at something. “It’s okay, big guy. You made up to me with that kiss.” 

“If that is what it takes for your forgiveness…” he chuckles. He steals another drawn-out kiss from your lips, then pulls away to level his face with yours. 

“But, it is not alright. I was not a good prospect,” he sighs, not breaking eye contact. “I will spend the rest of our days making up. I will prove that I am deserving of you.”

The rest of your days. It would be an understatement to say that you almost exploded. 

“When I first saw you, I was…confused,” he admits, gently caressing your hair. You watch his eyes darken, seemingly replaying the first time you met. 

“How come?” you chuckle. 

“My body…it was reacting.” he catches your gaze again, and you almost shiver at the way he’s looking at you. With dilated pupils, he scans your face diligently, taking in every feature. “I did not know how to approach my feelings. I was scared.”

“So, you’ve decided to hate me instead.”

Tsu’tey groans. “Not hate, sxwang!” 

You chuckle at his struggle.

“This…” he scoffs, shocked. “I am funny to you?”

“Yes,” you answer curtly. 

Tsu’tey holds his heart in mockery. “My heart,” 

You can’t help but let out a loud laugh at his antics. It bubbles from your throat and makes you double over.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, and you realize he’s never turned away his gaze. Embarrassment is an understatement; you’ve felt the urge to hide your face. 

“Pretty syulang. So soft….” he breathes your skin softly, until he groans, then buries his head in the crease of your neck. He sucks in a deeper inhale this time, and you realize he’s scenting you. 

He’s become a slave to his Na’vi desires, and you were no better. “Do you…accept?” he softly kisses your skin– an obscene contrast to his hands that gradually become more and more aggressive. 

“Tsu’tey…” you breathe his name. “You’re an idiot.”

You feel him stop against your neck, then give you a small nip with his teeth. The action is meant to be in mock warning, and you giggle at the soft contact of his lips.

“Only for my muntxate,” he grins against your skin.

You throw your neck back in pleasure and gaze at the sky as he nips and prods at your skin— was this heaven? 

The sky is a maze of stars that glint back at you, and when your vision starts the blur from the searing desires that overtake your body from his welcome prodding, you seriously start to consider the notion. 

Tsu’tey’s languid, wet kisses start to trail down your neck, to the planes of your chest. His lips leave a gentle thrill wherever they touch—— somehow, someway, you’ve become much more sensitive to the feel of his soft lips. 

Even in your daze, it’s become impossible not to notice his labored breathing, and you’re no better. He’s inhaling your skin like it’s his lifeline, licking and engraving his scent onto every inch of you so that you would have no choice but to completely give yourself to him.

The attention is dizzying: having him all to yourself is dizzying. You don’t know what to do with yourself other than smile uncontrollably like a lovesick fool. “Tsu’tey…” you chuckle breathlessly, amazed at his lack of self control. 

How long was he holding himself back? It was most unlike Tsu’tey to lose control this easily. 

“Reytan, that sxkawng,” he growls, falling to his knees before you. “He will know his place.” 

You gape at him. “W-what?”

He looks up at you, and when you meet his eyes, you physically need to hold onto the rocky edge of the riverbed. Dark eyes staring up at you from between his lashes, glassy and yearning. He had gotten off solely on your scent, and the notion is enough to card your hand through his braids, admiring his intricate jewelry.

He purrs into your touch, chest rumbling. You watch his teary eyes flutter as he nuzzles his cheek into your thigh, dangerously close to the heat between your legs,

“Do not act like I have not noticed,” he almost growls, it’s erratic. “He follows you like a pathetic child.” 

“I turned him down,” you state. 

“Good,” he says, looking up again. Maintaining eye contact in classic Tsu’tey fashion, his hands trail up your thighs. Your knees buckle when he roughly grabs your hip, eyes raking around your body hungrily. 

“So beautiful. My strong warrior.” And when he whispers the words into the air, engraving them into your skin with his acceptance of your place in the clan, and in his heart, he carefully undoes the straps of your tewng.

The cold that greets your bare cunt makes you hiss in shock. You don’t realize how wet you are until you look down and notice the wet patch on the piece of cloth. Ear tips catching on fire, you snatch the garment from his hands and hide it behind you. 

Tsu’tey looks at you like you’ve taken his bow from his hands. You hold back a laugh.

He quickly stands up and towers over you with a glint in his glowing eyes.“Nothing to be embarrassed about, tawtute,” he taunts, mouth forming a wide smile. 

He’s all too prideful of his effect on you. “No! God, fuck—“ you have to heave a breath. “This is so humiliating. You didn’t even touch me…I—” 

Tsu’tey takes a small step forward to fully engulf you in his broad frame. His eyes peer down at you with an expectant grin. “You?”

“This just never happened to me before,” you finish lamely.

Tsu’tey’s tail takes flight again. “How sweet,” he coos. “But, vrrtep…” 

His hands carefully grip your hips, then down the small of your back until he’s fully cupping your ass with one, wide palm. He suddenly pulls you into him, pushing his thigh snug between your legs. Your slick folds meet his warm skin, and you have to physically hold onto his chest to keep yourself balanced. “Oh!” you gasp, clenching over nothing. 

He surely feels the movement on his thigh because the way his pupils dilate in pleasure is undeniable. With his big hand still caging your hip, he slowly pushes the soft of his thigh into your cunt. 

You have no choice but to move in suit, and your clit rubs against the slick of his skin just right that a gush of your arousal is imminent.

“I can smell you...” he whispers gruffly, nostrils flaring at the familiar scent. “I know when you are aroused. It is hard to miss.”

You look up at him, mortified. This only meant that…

He lets out a mocking “Ha!” into the air, then dips the palm that was handling your ass further down. His finger grazes against your wet, slick and you gasp. The tight hold on your tewng falters, and he quickly snatches it from your fingers. He plants a quick kiss on your lips, then lets the string clothing dangle between his fingers mockingly. 

“Do not be shy, vrrtep,” he laughs. “This is a smell I know well. I have spent many nights craving it.”

You’ve lost all strength to fight him at this point, falling victim to the warmth of his fingers and the skin of thigh sliding against your cunt. His digits are thick and long—oh so warm that you crave for him to plunge them deep in you and soothe the itch that you’ve been feeling ever since you’ve met him.

“You…you knew, all this time?” you whisper.

“I knew when you were wet,” he explains, “But not why.”

“Fuck– keep doing that…”

Tsu’tey hums, caressing your hair with his free hand, an obscene move to the vile position he has you in. After tossing your tewng somewhere forgotten, he gently rocks your hips, making sure to keep his rhythm torturous.

 “Your smell…it is…” he takes a deep breath, and his eyes flutter close. “It is hard to keep control, yawne.” 

Your eyes gloss over. “Then don’t, please,” 

Tsu’tey pulls away all too suddenly, and you whine at the loss of friction.

“Mawey, yawntutsyíp,” he soothes you. “I will take my time with you.”

You merely nod like an idiot, having no idea how to respond to the man telling you he will take care of you. He approaches you again with calculated steps, tail thrashing wildly in comparison, and when you look down, you gasp at the mouth-watering bulge he’s sporting.

“Tsu’tey! You-“

“My time will come. I will take care of you,” he tells you, grips your hips, and pulls you up to comfortably rest you on his hips. You squeeze your legs around his waist, feeling your pussy flutter by to the contact of his warm skin. Your hands wind around his neck, and you can’t help but cling to him in desperation. 

He keeps a steady hand on your back, occasionally rubbing small circles and soothing you whenever you get particularly impatient. 

He carefully enters the bubbling spring until he’s soaked to his hips, then wades his way through the thermal water towards the seating. With you now perched on his lap, he gently grabs your face and winds his hands around your hair. He connects your lips gently, this time biting your lower lip and watching it bounce back with dark eyes. Your kuru is still out of reach, but your pussy throbs at the prospect of mating him.

“I want you to sit,” he growls, hands gripping your hips when he’s done nipping at your lips. 

“What?” you ask breathlessly. At this point, you don’t trust yourself to form a single thought. 

Without a word, Tsu’tey lies down on the soft grass, legs still in the water. You’re seated on his hips, wondering what the hell he’s thinking as he gazes up at you ravenously. His nostrils flare at your scent, and he wretches you towards his face with two strong hands. 

“Tsu’tey!” you gasp. “Wait, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Sit…please.” he groans, and you feel his body twitch in anticipation.

Who were you to deny such disparity? You cautiously lower yourself onto his face and— shit.

With a spluttering growl, Tsu’tey shoves his nose into the wet heat of your cunt and inhales obscenely.

“Smells sweet, tawtute…so sweet” he growls, forehead scrunching in an entirely new expression you’ve never seen on him before.

You try to find something to hold onto, but your efforts fall fruitless. You topple over in pleasure, and a moan escapes your lips to reverberate around the riverbank. 

“Yes! Shit–” You quickly muzzle your lips with a palm and pray to Eywa that no one is awake at this hour. Tsu’tey disapproves immediately, reaching out to remove your hand and grip it tightly as you ride his face.

Sizzles of fireworks start to flicker between your thighs and travel to your abdomen. You don’t know how or why a simple touch makes you feel this intensely. The only logical explanation is your Na’vi instincts that zero’d on Tsu’tey the moment you saw him. You abandon all logic when his tongue licks inside your cunt, though.

Tsu’tey’s wide arms cage your thighs to keep you at bay, his nose nudges into your clit while his skillful tongue works inside your cunt. It’s wide, you notice, and long. Of course, it is, you think., he fucks you like this—The curve of his tongue jutting into your spongy walls and tasting every drop you grace him with. 

Flashes of white dance across your eyelids when you throw your head back in a soundless gasp, and you feel like you’re levitating. Worst of all, when he sucks with his lips every so often at your clit, you swear a soft profanity at Eywa for not letting you experience this earlier. The friction is so delicious that you start to writhe, legs spasming around his head. 

When he feels you slip away, though, the grip he has on your thigh becomes brutal. You think of the marks his fingertips will most definitely cause, but before you try to imagine what your excuse will be to your friends, he pulls you into his face further. His tongue is so deep like this, you feel like he doesn’t even have to fuck you. You’re fine with just this, as long as he keeps touching you. 

Perhaps it’s the sheer size of Tsu’tey, or that he’s relishing you instead of seeking out his selfish pleasure. This is his pleasure, you realize, he’s getting off on the fact that you’re sitting on his face and fuck– it’s hot.  

A gush of your juices coats his lips, and the desperation to taste you is evident in the whine he lets out. He laps at you like it’s a reward; the action is nothing short of vulgar. He mutters a plethora of Na’vi curses you’ve never heard before, and you frankly don’t care to translate them when the rumble of his voice feels like that. It causes your clit to start throbbing when his caged biceps flex and the smooth of his tongue starts licking the bundle of nerves with rhythmic strokes. 

You’re desperately trying to ground yourself as you search for something to hold, to feel. The pangs of pleasure threaten to rip through your abdomen and blow your mind, but you want this to last. 

Your fingers find home in his delicate braids, desperate to touch him as if he wasn’t already fucking you with his tongue. When you throw your head back in pleasure, you anchor his head with your grip, pushing his nose back into your clit.

His chest starts rumbling in a purr, which breaks you. With a loud moan that reverberates around the clearing, your legs tighten around his head. “Mawey, syulang,” he rasps.  “I have you…” He raises his voice slightly to be heard over your increasingly louder cries.  

“Tsu-tey…ooh, fuck…” You shake obscenely as you orgasm, the pleasure rips through you and tightens your chest. You struggle to breathe, and the only factor that manages to ground you is the soft voice of Tsu’tey as he lets you ride out your high and laps at your release hungrily.

“Taste so good, yawntutsyíp,” his voice almost sounds like a plea to give him more, and lucky for him, your orgasm lasts.

When you’ve finally calmed down, his chest rumbles in satisfaction. Your head feels woozy, you don’t know quite what to think. Or what thinking was, for that matter. You feel cosmic, still sitting on his face.

You’re still sitting on his face. You’re a full-grown woman.

With a hiss, you quickly get up at the realization. Your legs wobble when you stand, and it’s humiliating; both the fact that he caused this with nothing but his tongue, and the fact that he caused this. Tsu’tey, the Omaticayan Clan Leader, who hated your guts for almost a year. 

Tsu’tey quickly gets up to his feet after you. The dark swirl in his golden eyes alerts you, you don’t see the calm and collected Tsu’tey behind his gaze. He becomes entirely unknown as he chases your scent desperately. His arms wind around your thighs once more to stabilize your weakened legs, and you’re almost grateful for it–almost.

 He lifts you with ease, carrying you into the water and pressing your body close to his. 

“Careful, Ma ___,” his head dives between the crook of your neck again.  “Your legs are shaking like an angstik in heat.” 

His tone isn’t gentle, though; it makes you feel humiliated. The words are merely whispered against your skin as he starts to bite and nip around your chest. “Was it good?” 

The question isn’t even rendered because of its pure absurdity. Was it good?

“Tsu’tey, I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that hard in my life.”

You feel his face stretch between your neck, and to cause your ruin further, the tanhi that cover his body glow bright. “Good,” he purrs, deep from his chest. “I will take care of you.”

And that, he does. His hands quickly undo the tie of your top, then toss it to the clearing. His face is so close like this, you see that his lips are coated in a thin sheen of your orgasm. The wetness of your release is all over his face, glossing his chin and his neck jewelry.  

The visual orgasmic on its own, 

“You make sweet noises, little syulang…” When he lingers, his eyes widen with a dangerous flash. 

The heavy rise and fall of his chest alerts you. You don’t wait for him to elaborate, merely look down at his tewng between your bodies and gasp. “Tsu’tey, that must hurt,” you whisper.

His tail comes up to brush on the small of your back teasingly. You jump at the sudden contact, arching your back and presenting Tsu’tey with a view of your chest that has his mind reeling. He dips down to suck in a breast, and when he hears the noises you make, he kisses his way to your other nipple to give it just as much attention Your hips jut forward at the feel of the soft feather and his needy kisses. 

Tsu’tey hisses, kissing up to your neck. “Such a thoughtful vrrtep, thinking about my cock like this…” 

In contrast to his calm voice, his cock throbs between your bodies– if you were to remove his tewng you’d feel the tip prod on your inner thigh. It’s right there, easy access if you just shove your hand between your bodies, and the flimsy piece of string that’s holding your self-control is about to snap. 

Your entire body buzzes with instincts. “Please,” you whine, eyes fluttering. “More…just fuck me already.” 

“Commanding little thing.” With that, he slowly undoes the string of his tewng. He’s making you wait, you realize, savoring every inch of your blown out eyes and buzzing body so he could use the obscene visual to fuck into his hand during late nights. 

When his tewng drops, you can’t help but mutter a soft profanity at the sheer size. He’s much more attractive than you initially imagined, saying Tsu’tey’s hung is an understatement. You rationalize that most Na’vi men are, but damn.

Purple veins compass the sides of his shaft, his tip an angry bright blue. Precum drips from his tip at the mere sight of your eyelashes batting up at him as you look between his pleasure driven face and his hard cock. 

“Do you see now, arrogant girl?” he hisses, then lays you down on the lush grass. “This is what you do to me.” 

Gripping your thighs, he spreads them apart. When he’s satisfied with the position he has you in, his tip slowly prods at your entrance. He throws his head back in pure bliss and mutters a soft Na’vi profanity under his breath. He never ceases his gaze, though, you realize he can’t, physically adamant on constantly watching your every reaction like a hawk.

The lust in his gaze devours your naked body whole as he gazes at your heat. His tail is swishing lazily, content.

“This,” he grunts, teeth gritted. He thumbs your clit while pushing into you patiently with languid strokes. “It is responsive.”

You realize he’s talking about your cunt, and you can’t help but laugh. “Is that— ah fuck, a good thing?” 

It’s hard to focus on anything other than his thick cock being buried to hilt between your walls, but alas, you try to keep your sanity intact. The stretch is delicious, you can’t help but throw your head back when he fully palms your clit lovingly, pressing his fingers into your abdomen and feeling the girth of him inside you. 

His thighs flex, abdomen clenched. He doubles over your body and grips the overgrown grass around you. His knuckles turn white, and the restraint he has is almost admirable. 

“Again, with—ahh, stupid questions,” he huffs, then grips your thighs tighter to fully pull you in. With a guttural moan, he buries his head between the crook of your neck, then has the audacity to fucking whine. A long, drawn-out, and needy sound that has your walls fluttering. Your body buzzes with pleasure. 

“What is it, pretty girl?” he drawls, chuckling deeply. “You always have something to say.” 

You let out a breathless “Tsu’tey,” in warning, then let your fingers rake over his braids lovingly. He purrs at the soft action, starting to hump into you impatiently. He’s aware of your pleasure all the while, leveling his face with yours once again to watch your reactions. 

“Oh—Fuck, yes!” you groan, hips jutting out to meet his thrusts. The movement is vile and messy, but it’s barely enough to fulfill your needy ache. He’s filling you up deliciously, and you dare to want more from him, eager to take whatever he gives you. 

Your instincts are going haywire, and if they aren’t soothed soon, you’re sure you’re going to lose your sense of reality. 

Cock-drunk and in a haze, you make grabby hands at Tsu’tey kuru. When he notices your actions, he chuckles breathlessly, then makes an almost comical attempt to stop his hips from thrusting into you. He fails, miserably so, then grips the sides of the lush grass and shuts his eyes tightly. 

You feel his cock throb around your gummy walls and whimper, then watch with blown-out eyes as he grabs his kuru and brings it forward.

“My love, I see you.”

It’s the significance of the English term of endearment that brings tears to your eyes. This time, he isn’t talking in mocking or disdain. He’s integrating your roots into his people’s most sacred ritual– an act that requires the utmost vulnerability and trust. 

“I see you,” you whisper, breathless.

He looks at you so lovingly that you freeze momentarily to embed this scene into the center of your memories, for it to later be on replay every night as you fall asleep next to him.

Quivering with excitement, you grab your kuru and bring it forward. The tendrils reach for Tsu’tey so naturally that you’re surprised you didn’t notice how much your body craved him when you first met him. He is no better, his breath ragged and quick. 

When you finally bring them together, all breath is knocked out of your strong blue lungs. Tsu’tey’s pupils dilate before you, mouth opening in a soundless gasp that has both of your bodies freezing. 

“Ma ___.” He whines, clenching the wildgrass that cushions around you. 

The feeling is unlike anything you’ve felt before, it doesn’t compare to your direhorse, nor your Ikrana. It's the drum of his rapidly beating heart that alerts you first, and your soul aligns in rhythm.

You can not only feel him, but feel with him. The intense desire he’s harbored for you, the torturous days he’s had in your mere absence. The jealousy, the hurt, the confusion, the love. 

The love that’s reflected in his eyes as he sees your soul with a wanton gaze. 

The pleasure that runs through you like wildfire makes you throw your head back and clench your body. Fuck— you needed to hold onto him more than ever now. This is what they mean, you realize, you’re existing as one. 

Tsu’tey watches you with glossed eyes as you try to fuck yourself with him, an action you’ve been doing unintentionally. 

“Ma-mawey,” he gasps, thighs clenching and twitching in pain. Your body is entranced by the plethora of feelings and instincts that surge through your veins. He’s no better; you can feel it. His cock is throbbing inside you, and his control is about to snap. 

“Demanding little–ohh Eywa!” 

You watch Tsu’tey’s eyes squeeze tight as he doubles over, and a wave of intense pleasure washes over you. You arch your back beneath him and realize it’s you causing this. His hysteria is yours, the manic animal inside him battling with his self control to burst free and fuck you into the plush grass until your imprint is on the soil. 

He thrusts once, slowly– it’s drawn out and numbingly torturous. Your legs quiver in anticipation, and you can’t even decipher why he’s making you both suffer, but you’ll ask him later. Later, when you’re collected and can think straight, because right now you don’t think you can formulate a cohesive sentence. 

He moves again, deeper and harder this time. His cock slides inside you slowly, the warmth filling you to brim and soothing the ache you feel in your abdomen. He’s working you both up to it, though painful, the pleasure is drawn out and deliciously anticipatory.

He captures your lips, then starts a rhythmic thrust into your cunt. It’s gradually merciless and raw, searing through your body. It works, you open deliciously, pushing you to feel toe-curling pleasure that has you grabbing and clawing at his back desperately. 

“What an obedient pussy,” he whispers between your lips. “I have you, muntaxte.” he soothes you, words slipping from his lips like honey

You can feel how he loves how desperately you’re trying to get off on what he provides you. He loves to see you, a desperate, cock stuffed fool. Cursing your attached kuru’s, he clicks his tongue when he realizes you’re annoyed. With an all-too familiar cocky smirk, he fastens his pace, this time starting to slam into your cunt with ease. 

“You can take it,” he grunts, “Be a good girl and take—” another hard thrust. “it!”

The press of his thighs to your ass makes the thick of his cock hit new spots, imprinting the shape within you so no one else can satisfy you the way he does. He draws back fully, then rams into you brıutally, hitting newer, deeper angles as groans rip out between his kisses. 

You feel your body give out amidst the pleasure, throwing your head back and clenching your thighs to calm the sizzles of your orgasm that threaten to run through your abdomen. Sensing your need, Tsu’tey thumbs your clit lovingly, then circles the small bud to coax sweet noises from your lips

He drowns them out with his lips, though, sushing you all the while and warning you to keep quiet. ‘These sweet noises belong to me, vrrtep.’ he tells you, his voice accompanied by the sinful squelching of his cock stuffing you full– and when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, you swear you see Eywa herself in the stars. 

“Such a demanding pussy– yes!” he chants. “Look at you, pretty girl.”

He cups your cheek gently as he grinds into you, “Look how obedient you get with my cock stuffed inside you.” 

“Fuck– s-shut up!” You clench around him like steel vice in frustration, and the whines that rip out of the man on you send a flutter through your cunt.

Before you can even react or warn him, your orgasm washes over you so cruelly that you have to hold onto Tsu’tey to anchor you back down to reality. The intensity has you gasping for air, until you realize it’s not just you, it’s him as well, that you’re feeling. The throbbing of his cock as he releases inside you, the warmth making you clench around him like vice. 

He lets you ride out your highs generously, holding you close to his chest and whispering sweet words in your ear in Na’vi. His cock stays stuffed in your fucked out walls, twitching occasionally and causing a spasm to shoot up your leg. You wince in overstimulation, both yours and his that’s thrumming from your connected kuru’s. 

“Mawey,” he kisses into your skin, then carefully pulls out. The immediate loss is evident, and no thanks to your Na’vi instincts, your chest starts to ache. 

Tsu’tey feels you immediately, hugging you tighter to his bare chest and kissing your temple sweetly. “It is okay, I have you,” he reassures you in hopes of calming your wanton ache. 

You almost bawl, how fucking sweet can he get? Did he always have it in him to be like this? 

You realize he’s been playing you this entire time. Nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, you make a mental note to get back at him. Not now,  though. 

Now, you’ll enjoy every inch of his sweet attention. 

“Okay…” you say lamely, unsure of what to say to him. You have the rest of your life to figure that out, at least.

Tsu’tey reaches for a makeshift loofah and herbs near the edge of the hot spring, making sure to keep a stable hand on their back the entire time. Gently— you’ve never imagined Tsu’tey and gentle would be in the same sentence, alas, he gently starts to wash your body. He lathers the net on your lower back, then watches the hot water run down your muscles and skin he’s been gripping with desire moments ago.

The act in itself is so intimate, which is an obscene statement because Tsu’tey just fucked you into next week. 

“Take a picture,” you muse, “It’ll last longer.”

Tsu’tey makes a noise of discontentment. “What is picture?” 

Thankfully, your mate is too Na’vi to decipher the cliche line you’ve pulled on him. His questions are stubborn, though, just like him. “Where do I get one…do I have to grab it?”

You can’t keep your laughter at bay after that comment. It was just so easy to imagine him frantically barging into the science outpost, screaming about wanting a picture with you. The look of horror on your human friends’ faces would be priceless. 

Maybe you should put him up to it…

“Laughing at me again?” 

You realize you’ve gotten lost in your comedic fantasy, and god forbid Tsu’tey doesn’t have your attention for more than two seconds. 

You unlatch one hand from around his neck and start playing with his bead-adorned braids. “I’m smiling because you're funny.” 

Tsu’tey’s familiar forehead scrunch graces your eyes, and you let go of his braids to smooth it over with a thumb. “Stop, you’ll get wrinkles.”

Tsu’tey scoffs. “Sky people worry about weird things.”

You pause. “You’re right.”

After you’ve dried off and worn your clothes again, Tsu’tey makes sure to guide you both back to his home. Throughout your walk, he makes it very clear that you will be living together from now on; he will have it no other way. He even goes out of his way to grab your - albeit very minimal - belongings from your kelku and move them to his. 

When you make it to his home, though, you fight the urge to run back. 

“What the fuck, Jake!”

Jake, Neytir, and Takuk seem to have put the pieces together in your absence. To your horror, they’ve gathered the rest of your friends in Tsu’tey’s living room with more alcohol and food, happily expecting you to return home and embarrass you to pieces. 

“Congrats, brother!”

Jake stumbles to Tsu’tey and pulls him inside. “This calls for a celebration!”

The rest of your drunkard friends raise their glasses in a toast. Neytiri haphazardly stands up and pulls you into a hug. “You are a mated woman! Tsahik of our clan!” she cheers on, shaking you around with delight. 

You sigh and look at Tsu’tey for help. To your surprise, he’s already staring back at you with such love and adoration that even the havoc of your alcoholic friends becomes delightful.

[kryptznnn]

♛- You’re My Best Friend

➸ INTERESTS; - navi!jake sully x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -over his short awaited stay within the omatikayan clan, tsyeyk te’ suli quickly grew fond of you. Your friendship quickly evolved into something more and in all honesty you enjoyed what it became, even though Jake seemed to change when he heard of your “arranged mate”.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 250

➸a.i; - @stargirlrchive full credits to her!! just slight head cannons of how jake would taunt and tease the reader. also i am so sorry i haven’t posted anything in MONTHS school is driving me insane and i’ve been extra busy. senioritis is so real💔🌸my main navigation

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Your best friend Jake who.. loves spending all of his time with you, no matter if you’re busy or if he has business to attend, especially when it comes to learning omatikayan customs.

Your best friend Jake that.. loves to tease you and compliment you on ends whenever you two are alone. (and create the horniest conversations)

Your best friend Jake who was… quickly taken aback when he heard the news of you ranting to him about your family placing you into an arranged situation for a close friend of the family to court you.

Your best friend Jake that… honestly believed he had more time with you before the interruption of the “piece of dogshit” he calls your arranged mate (honestly whatever the word means makes you laugh everytime)

Your best friend Jake who… insists on third-wheeling when it comes to you being with your future partner, hiding his jealousy as just being protective and curious of the situation.

Your best friend Jake that… completely embarrasses your future mate with the worst kinds of conversation. Asking him personal questions or relatively ‘male like’ questions in a way to challenge him, seeing if he’s ‘fit’ for you. In the end your ‘future partner’ is no longer a part of your future which leaves Jake to be a very pleased man.

Your best friend Jake who… doesn’t waste anytime afterwards giving you (and everyone else within the clan) something to remember him by, and trust me during that enjoyable moment with one another he made it very clear things would change.. first things first, you both would definitely be more than just ‘best friends’.

Jake Sully, at first someone who was a complete stranger and honestly someone you were never truly fond of, but now? He was all you could think about, of course being the fact he was currently right on top of you giving you the exact fantasies you’ve dreamed of. So long to the two of you being just best friends.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[nights-legacy]

Dreadlocks - Jake Sully

Main Masterlist ~ Avatar Masterlist

Author's Note:

Just a little thing that popped into my head 😁

Here it is. The fandom I was attributing to in this Ask poll I did a while back, I know its been a bit 😬. Let me know what you guys think.

Words: 417? I'm not sure anymore lol + Reader is on the fence about Jake's dreadlocks. Setting Note: set between the movies. Neytiri and Jake are only friends and Reader is an avatar who went through the consciousness transfer like Jake

I just stared at Jake as he sharpened one of his knives. He was sitting at the edge of our marui and I was sitting in our hammock. It was just before eclipse and everything was setting down in the village for the night while the night creatures of the forest woke up.

"I can feel you staring." He quipped without looking up at me. I didn't say anything and continued to stare. He laughed, letting his hands and head drop. He peered over at me with a big smile. "Care to share what's got you so focused?"

"I can't figure out if I like it." I said. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion while still smiling.

"Like what?" He asked before looking over himself to see if he could figure it out. I stood to my feet and padded over. He looked up at me and set his knife and stone aside. 

Jake immediately set his hand on my thigh when he could reach me. I straddled him and sat on his lap. He pulled me flush against him and wrapped his other arm around my waist. His fingers began to rub circles in the small of my back.

"Babe?" I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. I began to twirl one of his dreadlocks between my fingers.

"The dreadlocks." I said. He looked taken back. I could feel his tail brushing the skin of my hips and sides.

"My deadlocks? You don't like the dreadlocks?"

"No, well yes. I mean..." I huffed at myself before taking a breath. He waited patiently as I collected my thoughts, rubbing circles in my thigh. "I mean, on Earth I wasn't a big fan of dreadlocks on anyone. I just didn't care for the hairstyle."

"But?" He tilted his head to the side. His adorableness distracted me for a second. I kissed his nose before continuing.

"But for some reason on you...it freaking works? Ugh! I don't understand it." I pouted while looking at his hair. He began to laugh wholeheartedly. "Jake!"

"That's what you're conflicted on?" He set his head on my shoulder. He pressed a few kisses to my skin.

"Yes! On you it's hot! And I can see the appeal of dreadlocks." I whined, swatting his shoulder. *You're mean.*

"Aw baby. I'm sorry" He kissed my head. "But hot you say? Well then." He tightened his grip around me before getting up.

"Jake!" I squealed at his swift movements. My tail wrapped around his thigh as he walked toward the hammock.

"Let's see how hot you think it is.”

[theblueflower05]

dilf jake sully spitting in virgin readers mouth during seggs OMGGG

The way I would simply pass away? Wowowow.

Jake would fucking destroy you and it actually makes me dizzy to think about it because yes please Daddy Sully.

Smut beneath the cut

It would be so much in the first place. So much stimulation, so many new feelings. You’re a virgin, you’d never had anyones else’s hands on your body and now you have Jake “I like to grope” Sully all over you.

Your skin feels like it’s been lit on fire. Your nipples and pussy are raw and hot from his mouth and as he moves inside of you you can barley think from it all.

He’d be gentle with you at first. Of yourself he would. He’s not trying to hurt his baby.

But once he taught you how to take his dick? You’re getting pounded. So hard that your teeth hurt from grinding as you try to brace yourself against his snapping hips.

Jakes not a one orgasm type of guy. He wants three, bare minimum. And that was with human women back on earth. He knows Na’vi have a higher sex drive and tolerance so her makes you come, over and over again, until you don’t know your name.

Until you can’t make out the canopy of trees above you because you’re delirious and tear hazy.

“‘Pen your mouth” he’d gruff and how can he expect you to follow orders when you’re fucked out of your own head?

You just whimper, head lolling on the bark you lay in.

His fingers, big and alien, come on to your lips and force their way into your mouth. Pushing down on your wet tongue as he opens your jaw. He likes the way your pearly canines look- so fierce and dangerous. Such a contrast to your soft honey gaze- your eyes on unfocused and sweet. Completely dick drunk.

“Open” he huskily instructs and you manage to catch it and hold your mouth open, even when his fingers are done exploring your tonsils.

It’s a sight. Holy fuck. You’re better the porn, prettier and more exotic. And so so submissive.

You don’t know what’s coming.

When Jake spits a heavy glob of saliva onto your own willing to get you sob, your cunt tightening around his cock. It’s ownership. He’s inside you. His cum, his sweat, his spit. You’re branded.

You swallow it desperately and stick out that cute little pink tongue for more, whining “please”

Jake chuckles and grabs you by the chin, you think he might kiss you but he just suckles on your tongue. The suction feels devastating good, like it had on your clot earlier.

“Stop your crying, I’ll give you more, pretty girl”

Hmm. I’m gonna go change my panties now thanks anon

[blue-sadie]

To Many To Count

the lapping of his tongue between your folds was about to drive you crazy how long have you been here an hour, 2 the amounts of times you've cum from his fingers and mouth was to much to count.

"F-fuck jake" you cried out as you arched your back as your body shook and tensed as you cam again but all he did was chuckle and carry on what hes doing.

He won't stop till your a babbling, moaning mess that can't speak but he will make you beg for it one way or another.

"Aw is my little girl to dumb to speak well to bad im only gonna stop when you beg me"

[th3w1ltedpe0ny]

Jake Sully ||"Don't look at him, look at me."|| //Drabble Idea//

{When those words left your mouth, he growled lowly, the sound erupting from his chest just as his body swooped towards you. He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up into the air before shoving you atop the rock, body stiff as you sat flat on your behind wide-eyed, and then you gave a groan of amusement. "Sit here," He stated sternly, eyes ablaze with an oddly primal dominance, hand coming to push at your chest to hold you into place. "Now you listen to me, you are the most obstinate, stubborn, ornery, impossible girl I have ever met!” His tail lashed to the side as his free hand came up to point at you, “You’re whining and bullshit opinions aren’t going to make me like you any less, I should know because you do this, because?” he tilted his head, drawing away slightly before bending back down to you, “Because, you're unreasonable.” You’d had enough, not knowing where this stupid blow up had come from, you were only teasing him for the fun of it, no harm. As you scoffed, shifting off the rock for a mere moment, his arms shot out to rightfully put you back in your place with an ever more annoyed, “Sit still!” His tongue breached the fan of his lips just to wet them as he continued, eyes just barely softening as he leaned in further, “You’re argumentative, mulish,” His face was only a few inches from yours and oddly enough you didn’t back down as you awaited him to finish speaking. “Uncooperative...” He drawled, his hand sliding up your arm to place you under a vice-like grip around your biceps, “And.. Fucking unbelievable.” Jake finally breathed out, breath fanning your face as you leaned in just enough to brush against his lips.}

[gvcci-bxby]

jake sully alphabet (a-z) nsfw

jake sully x omaticaya/metkayina/human reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: full a-z on jake's sexual preferences and how he is being intimate. after writing this, I'm so effing envious of neytiri. grrr.

warnings: p in v, oral, kinks (spit), choking, sexual interactions described, rough + soft sex, body parts described

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (what they’re like after sex)

Jake is so caring after sex, making sure you're every need is tended to. Need water? Jake will immediately get a glass for you. Need comfy clothes to get into after? Jake knows exactly which outfit to bring you. If you don't need anything, Jake likes to lay next to you, your body pressed against his, stroking you hair gently or caressing your skin with his fingertips. Jake makes sure to show how he cares for you so deeply, especially after being intimate with each other.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jake would like to say his favorite body part is his hands, loving the way they dwarf every part of your body, but if he's being real - his favorite body part is his cock. Jake knows he's blessed, and he also knows it's your favorite part of his. In all honestly though, Jake's favorite part of you is your face. Jake knows your face could cure the world's biggest issues; and he also knows he could spend the rest of eternity staring at you, absorbing every detail about you.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (anything to do with cum basically…)

Jake's favorite place is to cum inside you, although he also loves to finish on your face. You kneeling beneath him, covered in him seed is probably his favorite sight - following looking at you with your legs spread open, you looking through your eyelashes at him, of course.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jake's dirty secret is that he has a spit kink. He doesn't know why but there's just something about telling you to open and letting you catch his saliva that get's him going. It especially turns him on when you spit in his mouth, checking to make sure he swallows it. He would never admit this out loud but it's a secret he's shared with you.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jake was somewhat experienced before meeting you, having one or two girlfriends when he was a sky person. However, it had been quite awhile since he had been intimate with someone due to his responsibilities and being away in the military. It didn't take Jake long to learn what you like, putting all he had in exploring you and your body. Jake most definitely knows what he's doing, never lacking the ability to please you.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

Believe it or not, Jake loves missionary with you. Jake gets butterflies looking into your eyes while he strokes into you, seeing how his movements make your eyes flutter shut; your mouth parting to let out a soft moan. Missionary also makes it easy to pepper your body with kisses; Jake always targets your forehead, your neck, your chest, your breasts... Jake. loves. missionary.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Jake keeps himself well groomed, taking pride in every aspect of his appearance. Especially in places you'll be getting close to.

𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Jake is so romantic during intimate moments that it hurts sometimes. Even when he is rough, he's gentle with you, every touch meant to provide you pleasure. Jake likes to stay connected with you beyond sex, placing kisses on your forehead while he gives you strokes, or asking you if you're okay during the moment. Above everything, Jake likes to make being intimate with you more than just sex but a deep connection.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (masturbation headcannon/imagine)

Jake doesn't often resort to masturbating, always using you to help him out. However, sometimes when you're out with friends, or busy otherwise, and he misses you, he'll stroke one out himself.

When he masturbates, he only thinks about you. He'll picture previous interactions to help him out, thinking about your face in his lap, or his cock nestled deep in you. Picturing you frustrates him often as he starts to wish that you were home to help him rather than his hand and his imagination.

There was one time you caught Jake jerking off when you were getting home from working in the village and you were quick to offer him your help. He was flustered at first, embarrassed that you caught him. Jake got over it quickly, turning his private session with himself into a full blown intimate moment with you.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (one or more of their kinks)

Jake has an intense breeding kink, always making sure to creampie you when he finishes. Jake loves the feeling of finishing in you, playing with the risk of you getting pregnant. There is nothing better, to Jake, then finishing a round with you by filling you with his seed.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (favourite places to do the do)

Jake likes to be intimate with you at your home, appreciating the comfort that being in familiar, safe surrounds provides. Although, that doesn't mean your bedroom activities stay in the bedroom; the counter, the floor, the shower, the couch and against the wall have been several locations you and Jake have done the deed. When he is feeling extra kinky and risky, he'll take you to a spot in the forest, making places out in the wild a location to be intimate with you.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything about you get's Jake going. The littlest movement like glancing at him or letting your bottoms slip up or to the side while you're relaxing is enough to get Jake's thoughts wild and dirty. Though, to turn him on you always sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his upper body. You normally drag your fingers across his cheek, taking a moment to make eye-contact with him. The sense of closeness to you and intimate touches during this moment makes Jake's cock harden beneath you.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While Jake finds pleasure in being dominating, pointing out how small you are in comparison to him, he doesn't like to be aggressive. Jake doesn't possess a choking kink and would never lay his hands on you, showcasing his strength abilities. Jake likes to be rough, yes, but only to provide you deep pleasure. Even though he likes to be dominating, he sees you as an equal, not something to throw around.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Don't get Jake wrong, he loves to receive oral from you, but he finds true pleasure in giving you pleasure. It will always be difficult for Jake to explain to you how turned on, how wild, he can get knowing that you experiencing pleasure is because of him and his tongue's capabilities.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jake's preference is a rough pace, showing you in deep, yet quick thrusts how good you make him feel. However, Jake equally loves to shower you with tender, sensual love, slowing his pace down to spend more time with you. Even though he likes it rough, Jake likes to attend to your needs, allowing you to feel every one of his strokes, every ounce of pleasure he can provide you.

𝐐 =𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jake definitely prefers to be able to take his time with you, not having to worry about time constraints is always preferred. However, being the Olo'eyktan makes his daily life busy, often leaving him exhausted by the end of the day. So, sometimes he resorts to proposing a quickie to you, enjoying the thrill of being intimate with you even if it's just for a few minutes. Jake has to keep himself in check, often getting lost in you, and in turn, losing track of time. Being between your legs always tempts him to be late to his duties, urging him to spend just a few more minutes. with you. More so, Jake often comes home in between his responsibilities just to indulge himself in you, taking advantage of the few minutes he has free. You don't mind obviously; even if he has just a few minutes to spend with you, Jake always knows how to leave your back arching.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (are they down to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jake is always open to experiment and that's one of the qualities you like most about him. Jake finds switching things up in the bedroom exciting and sexy. Jake is never afraid, always knowing that whatever you, or he, suggests will be welcome and tried out extensively.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jake prides himself on his athletic abilities, taking any opportunity to showcase his strength and stamina; the bedroom is no exception. Jake likes to push himself to his limits with you, making sure every moment with you in the bed lasts hours. Jake paces himself accordingly, making sure to slow down or pay attention to you in other ways to be able to last as long as possible.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲 (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jake considers his toys his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. He utilizes each tool in the ways, he's come to learn, you like. Jake prides himself on using only his natural eywa-given tools to please you, never relying on another item taking the credit for providing you pleasure. Because of this, Jake has become talented, always knowing what tempo he has to flick his tongue, push his digits into you, or how slow or deep his strokes need to be, to get you screaming.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (how much they like to tease)

Jake likes to be teased more than he likes to tease. Jake likes for you to tempt him, pulling him into the bedroom with you (or between your thighs). Jake loves the exhilarating feeling he gets, the burning desire for you, that he feels when you tease him. You know exactly how to get him going and it drives him wild. When Jake teases, he knows that it drives you wild too.

Jake often teases you by pulling your legs apart, dipping low to your sex. He'll hover over you, his warm breath burning you core as you squirm for his mouth to make contact with you. Jake loves watching you itch for him, building the anticipation higher and higher. Jake especially loves it when he rubs his tip against you, listening to you beg for it before he enters you roughly.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jake is a grunter, leaning close to your ear to let you know how good you're making him feel. Every now and then, because he knows you like it and it switches things up, Jake likes to whisper your name, his fingers intertwining in your hair. He loves watching you unravel underneath him, the sound of his voice whispering your name orgasmic to you.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝 (random mini imagine for the character of your choice)

Jake enters your home, looking forward to spending the rest of the day unwinding. It had been a tiring day for him, all his time occupied by training the clan. You're in the kitchen, preparing a meal when Jake sneaks up behind you, pressing himself against you. Jake knew exactly how he wanted to 'unwind' when he saw your backside when he entered your home. While you stand there, he plants kisses down your neck, moving his hands from your waist down lower...and lower. You let out a soft sigh, missing his presence the whole morning and afternoon. Jake, triggered by your sigh, flips you around so your back is now pressed against the sink. You make eye contact with him and watch as he sinks to his knees, positioning himself between your thighs. You grasp the counter, knowing he'll have your knees weak in a matter of seconds. With ease, he parts your legs, hovering over your mound. Softly, he kisses you, your eyes already rolling back.

𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

You, all too familiar with it, can find the perfect words to describe Jakes cock: large and thick. The tip, your favorite part, is the perfect size and leaves your mouth watering just at the sight of it. As mentioned before, Jake is blessed in what resides underneath his bottoms and he knows it. You know it too. Thankfully, you've found ways to handle his large body part, knowing how you have to gradually go down on him, letting your throat adjust to the massive object.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (how high is their sex drive?)

Jake's sex drive is high and it surprised you how often he initiated sex when you first started seeing Jake. If it was up to Jake, you'd never leave the bed. You can always count on Jake being down to be intimate. Any second you start to initiate sex, he's quick to pick you up, running you to the bed you share with him. Jake is always down, his sex drive through the roof.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jake works hard to please you, using every ounce of energy he has to provide you pleasure. By the time he's done, he's truly exhausted. Before he allows himself to fall asleep, he makes sure to attend to your needs, getting you anything you want or need and making sure to provide you soothing touches like a soft back rub, placing soft, small kisses or stroking your hair.

[jakexneytiri]

phew is it hot in here or what 😩😩 sinful hands indeed 🤭😏 you kill me jazzy bb!!!

i just know this man does sinful things with those leather straps.

In Dangerous Hands

Warnings: Suggestive actions, talk of sex, hand kink (this man has sinful hands)

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Paring: Jake × femreader

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He took a moment to stare at his hands, taking in the size the strength that came with his new body. He clenched and flexed his hands, a thoughtful expression taking over his features. "jake?" You murmur his ears flick to your direction, his tail thrashing a predatory smirk slithered onto his face as he slowly looks in your direction, the smirk becoming a feral smile as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You blush, clenching your thighs together with a simple look he brought you to his submission. He chuckles, unwrapping the leather strap from his arm, wrapping it around his knuckles, the smile never leaving his face "babygirl I'd like to try somthing~."

Hope you enjoyed xoxo

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[plooto]

pussy drunk!jake who doesn’t pause when he’s sheathed deep inside you for you. he pauses so he doesn’t cum right then.

when he does start to grind his hips into you again, he’s biting down on your shoulder. you think he just making you, he’s not he’s muffling the whines that’s threatening to leave his throat.

when he starts to rub tight circles on your swollen bundle of nerves, it’s not only for you. he knows he’s teetering along the edge of release - you know. he’s rubbing faster now so that he does not break his rule of making you cross that line before he does.

when he remains inside you, cock still twitching, you think it’s you that’s shaking from the blissful events. it’s him. he’s pressing kisses to your neck and face to distract you.

but you know. you know that you have toruk makto wrapped around your pretty little finger.

[stvolanis]

My avatar OC So’lay. Shoud I write about her?

Edit: Ik it’s not the best drawing pls don’t attack me yall💀

[kryptznnn]

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➸ INTERESTS; - olo'eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Mo’at has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo'eyktan, but he isn't always cooperative, not having an eye out for any other na’vi women in the clan unless it’s you.

➸ WARNINGS; - slight age gap (25 & 21), takes place after the great war, slow burn, smut series (♛). (specified warnings for each chapter)

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♛ (slight smut)- Chapter 1; Celebrations unwind us ☀︎

♛ (smut/slight angst)- Chapter 2; Telling the truth ☀︎

♛ (heavy fluff/smut)- Chapter 3; Confessions aren’t for the strongest ☀︎

♛ (angst)- Chapter 4; It’s your responsibility, and mine ☀︎

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[asfateentertwines]

The boys are barely hitting teenagers when Jake stumbles on Neteyam teaching Spider to shoot his bow. About seeing the little human he watched grow up mirror him 13 years ago, holding a weapon double his size and not knowing how to handle it, but this time the boy is comfortable. He’s grinning, cocky and safe, with his son’s hands over his own. He sees his wife for a moment in his son’s soothing touches and then his brother in Spiders grin. It’s healing in the same way that a part of him curls and aches at the sight.

He watches for a while, a silent guard if they get in over their heads. Neteyam is normally level-headed and responsible but Spider is a wild card - plus he rarely sees the two by themselves.

He lurches to intervene when Spider pulls a gun from the bushes, tossing it to his oldest with a teasing prod. It’s big for a human but looks barely larger than a pistol in his son’s childish hands. Neteyam looks nervous but shrugs as Spider lifts his hands to position them better. It takes a few tries to find something comfortable for the taller - it’s one of Norms weapons, not meant for Na’vi, those are locked up safe in home tree - but they settle it in his hands and Jake forces himself to relax. It makes him nervous but he tries to give them a shot. Why, he can’t really decide, but he sits back. If they’ll survive, then they’ll need to adapt. Every solider packs a few scars and he’d rather they do it now when he’s within arms reach.

Spider runs his fingers over the gun and points out where the safety is, how to load it, and then how to trigger it. He doesn’t want to know why he knows all this but suspects his own raids might have been the boys teacher. Neteyam takes a shuttering breath and shoots the gun at the largest tree in their little clearing. The kickback nearly makes him drop the gun and he stumbles back but he grins and laughs like a boy again.

He didn’t realize how long it’s been since he heard that sound.

Spider joins him soon after, clumsily notching an arrow and attempting to hit the same spot. He misses by a long shot and groans dramatically but there’s a camaraderie in the air that he remembers from his own youth. It’s a signature of growing up and something he only really remembers from Tommy. He smiles and watches for a bit as Neteyam tries to fix Spiders posture then tries to one up him with another shot. They’re sparing with the gun, clearly worried about getting caught despite the bravado, but the sound is swallowed by the forest enough to allow a few trysts.

It’s been a good half hour when Spider manages to knock a branch off the tree he’d been aiming at. The boys cheer with such pride that Jake can’t help but feel a little proud. He guesses they really are growing up.

“Okay, okay, hear me out - your dad can’t be pissed if we bring home dinner right? Why don’t we, yknow, try these out for real?”

Jake swallows back a groan and steps out from his hiding spot, perhaps they aren’t that grown up after all.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam Masterlist

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Synopsis: Neteyam is kidnapped by the Olo’eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires.

Warnings: omegaverse, abo, male x male, explicit MDNI, abo, alpha/omega dynamics, power imbalance, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, heat, male omega, alpha oc, aged up Neteyam Sully, family guilt, first child syndrome, angst, smut, fluff, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, etc.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Jealous Neteyam

Persuasion

Kxolo's birthday

Kxolo

Young Kxolo

Vamai

Pulo

Neteyam calls Kxolo 'Daddy' in front of Jake (Neteyam/Kxolo reaction)

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[blue-sadie]

Two Masters Now

Squealing out as both your master and jake sully filled you with their cum, your stomach bulging at the amounts they unloaded in you.

You don't know how you ended up in this situation between your master and jake and their cocks filling you up.

"Aw look how full she is" anakin laughed as he pushed down on my bulging stomach making some of their cum ooze out around their cocks.

They would whisper dirty praises as they fuck you and make you thank them for their cum.

"Fuck she looks gorgeous filled with our cocks"

[annestie]

First Meeting

Ao'nung meeting Jake the first time as Neteyam's boyfriend

“What business do you have with my son?” Jake asks sternly, looking straight into the eyes of Ao’nung. The Metkayina boy spares a glance to his boyfriend, who give a shaky, but encouraging smile.

“I’m his boyfriend,” Ao’nung says trying to keep his voice as even as possible. “Sir,” He quickly adds on.

Jake raises one of his eyebrows. “And you are being… safe?"

“Dad no…” Neteyam tries to answer, but Ao’nung speaks first.

“Yes, we are being safe.” Ao’nung looks over to a very horrified looking Neteyam. That’s when Ao’nung realizes how his words could have be interpreted. “I mean, we aren’t using protection.”

Jake sends him an angry look, so Ao’nung tries to backtrack even more. “Wait, what I mean is that we are using protecting. But not in that way-”

Neteyam looks mortified as he finally puts an end to Ao'nung's rambling. “Stop. Please just stop talking.”