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Male reader who is Price's husband gets injured during a mission but doesn't tell anyone because he does not want to be a burden. So he fights through the mission with his injury. When the mission is over and the team is one their way to the heli, he collapses on top of Price and ends up needing life-saving surgery. 

I don't know what's up with me and making the reader collapse 🤣

This turned out better than I expected 😌

John Price x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Warning; typical cod violence, mentions of stab wound/blood, reader pushes himself through the mission like a badass and a dummy, night is reader's codename, near-death experience, mentions of surgery

Masterlist.

Everything was going according to plan, which was a little unusual and should've put (M/n)'s mind in a state of alert.

The 141 had been given this mission, arriving was kinda easy since it was pitch black outside, but they had to walk their way to the main building where the hostages were. This was a sort of high-level mission, they will all be by themselves once they enter the building, seeing as the civilians had been placed strategically around the whole structure.

They had to split up and be able to handle themselves for this one.

The information given was quite accurate, an anonymous person gave out the specific room where the civilians would be that night, seeing as they change rooms every day, and on some particular days, the enemy had more guards than others. The information was too good, but they had to go through this, saving the hostages was their number one priority.

And now, with thermal cameras, each of them headed to the rooms as quietly as they could, reaching their respective doors and using the camera to read through the concrete how many people were inside. The five of them checked their rooms and got ready to breach.

They had to perform this ambush at the same time to prevent the enemy soldier from calling in more troops as a backup.

"In position," one by one announced, keeping a stiff position while waiting to activate the breaching explosive. The last one in place was (M/n), he got the room further than the rest, pretty much on the top floor before the rooftop, he was more secluded and separated than the rest of the team, which had proved plenty of times to be dangerous.

Arriving at the door, (M/n) saw through the thermal cam that there were six people inside. Two armed guards and four civilians were tied up. Every room was similar that day, with low security as they spread the hostages in many groups of two to three civilians.

Such a small amount of guards was like nothing for the 141.

"Breaching in 3... 2... 1," the collective sound of unison explosions probably reached the four-kilometer mark, and now, they had to move quickly before backup arrives.

(M/n) took out the guards like nothing as they were caught off-guard, their ears probably ringing from the loud explosion.

"Four hostages secure," he announced to the team as he approached the tied-up civilians and leaned down to free them, "It's okay, you're safe now."

But something was wrong, the four of them started squirming in their places, releasing loud noises muffled by the gags in their mouths. They were clearly trying to tell him something, frantically looking over his shoulder.

"Shit-!" Before (M/n) had time to react, the sharp pain of a blade piercing his side made him stumble, holding his side for a second before he gripped his gun with both hands to block a second incoming attack from his aggressor. He didn't even look like a guard, he was just a kid, not older than twenty years, yet the look in his eyes was filled with hunger for blood.

(M/n) didn't want to kill him, but even after knocking him to the ground, the boy kept fighting under his weight, and if he wanted to cause the less amount of inconvenience to the team, he was gonna have to do it.

He glanced over his shoulder at the civilians who were half tied, half free, "Don't look-!" His yell got cut off when he felt a slash on his chest, just above his vest. The four people behind him did as told, closing their eyes and turning away.

Grunting, (M/n) kept his gun pressed on the boy's chest, dodging the aggressive and unpredictable movements of his hands to avoid being cut more, and reaching for his combat knife, taking it out of its holder, and with one swift arm motion had the boy under him choking on his blood, his body no longer putting up a fight, his knife buried deep in his throat.

Sighing, (M/n) stood up, placing his hand on the wall to hold himself up, feeling the whole world spinning, but he couldn't be weak right now, and even if he had a bleeding wound, he couldn't inconvenience the rest of the team, making them come up to him would only take more time than what they already have. And that could be fatal.

//////

After the breaching, they had a limited amount of time for the evacuation, and (M/n) has taken longer than he should've.

Taking the hostages out was proving to be harder than anything.

After hearing one of them shriek as a bullet hit the concrete wall, (M/n) gave them specific instructions to stay behind him or stay low and hide behind anything that could cover their body and block the bullets. They did as they were instructed, too scared about dying to even make their own decisions.

(M/n) struggled to take the civilians to the ground floor since most of the enemy troops were coming in from the rooftop, making him the one that was shooting most of them.

Thankfully, Ghost had been the first to have secured his group of civilians and had secured a safe spot for sniping to provide (M/n) some backup as he evacuated the building. (M/n) felt a little more relieved when he saw their bodies falling one after the other, taking the chance to guide the civilians down the stairs and out of the building.

He ran to the safe building while Price joined Ghost, now two snipers watching his back as he tried to regain enough energy to run the building where the team was.

The first evacuation helicopter took off with the civilians and they had to take the second one, patiently for (M/n) to arrive at the rooftop.

Even though his sight was blurry, (M/n) saw his husband walk up to him, and blinking a few times, he saw a small smile pull Price's lips up. He was happy that (M/n) was still alive and kicking ass as always. (M/n) show him a weak smile back, taking a wobbly step forward, before seeing black.

His body collapsed on Price, who held him internally freaking out.

"(M/n)! Honey, what hap-?!" His voice cut off when his hand came in contact with something warm and thick. Blood. "Bloody hell!"

The rest of the team rushed to their captain immediately, helping him carry (M/n)'s unconscious body as quickly as they could to the helicopter. Poor pilot, she got scared when she got yelled at, being told to fly to base as fast she could, because Lieutenant Night was in critical condition.

//////

Price was sitting outside the surgery room they had in the infirmary. He wasn't crying just yet, but his mind kept going over the doctor's words.

"He might not make it, Captain."

John has always been a man who sees in someone what others don't, and where other military personnel saw (M/n) as reckless and mindless, he saw him as someone who worried about his teammates over himself, someone who had courage as hard as a wall of tungsten metal. More than once he has risked his life to save others, and he felt proud of that, despite having been called a liability most of his life by his superiors.

So John knew, (M/n) had overcome stuff like this before, every time getting closer to never waking up again, but he would not give up that small spark of hope. His husband was gonna live, he was sure about.

For hours, Price sat on one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, but at some point, he didn't care anymore, his mind far gone to every happy memory he made with (M/n). They met in SAS when John had just become Lieutenant and (M/n) was a kid who had lost everything, finding comfort in the military.

Working together brought them closer, falling in love in mere months. They dated secretly for years until (M/n) got kicked out of the SAS, the higher-ups covering it as a transfer, calling him a 'reckless man In need of discipline'. Well, it turns out Price had asked for his transfer to the first team he commanded as captain, and from then on, they had been together every step of the way.

They had been married for six years already, dating for ten years, but every time they looked at each other they felt that spark of the first time. None of them could ever forget that.

Those moments made them feel like they could do anything, overcome any obstacle if they were together, feeling like the world was a little more peaceful when in each other's presence.

Price didn't wanna think of a life where (M/n) wasn't part of it. And luckily, he didn't have to.

After hours, the surgeon came out of the room, taking off his gloves, face mask, and robe, a smile on his face was enough to make Price's eyes prick with tears.

"The surgery was a success, Captain, he should wake up in a couple of hours," Price let out a loud, long sigh, his arms resting on his knees as he leaned forward, holding his head in his hand.

He stood up and extended his hand to the surgeon, "Thank you, sir, I owe you."

The man simply smiled and turned to head to the door.

"I'm just doing my job, Captain."

//////

By the time (M/n) opened his eyes it was almost midday, not that he knew anyway. His eyes squinted at the pain he felt all over his body, and he saw Price on the chair next to his bed, patiently waiting for him to gain full consciousness.

Well, here comes the scolding...

"Don't do that ever again, you hear me?" He said while standing up, leaning down to gently hug him, holding (M/n) close to him, and crying on his chest, "I was so afraid of losing you, honey."

He didn't have to ask (M/n) why hadn't said anything about being injured, he knew the way his husband thought about himself. 'I'll just be a burden to the team, John,' he would repeat every time something happened.

But this time was different. Price realized he could've lost (M/n) because of him not letting them know he was wounded, and tears were brought to (M/n)'s eyes when realized he almost left John all alone.

John looked up and held (M/n)'s left hand with his left hand, their marriage rings clicking together.

"In sickness and in health, remember?"

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grudges, chapter six | jake sully x male aligned reader

i posted this later than intended, and i'm very sorry about that. thank you for being so patient and allowing me some rest. on a separate but entirely related note, writing this chapter was so fucking difficult and i can't promise i'll write more content like this. if this isn't living up to standards then just bear with me a bit so i can improve on that. also, i did change the title of this series to "grudges" because the old title did not fit the way i am progressing this plot. i've appreciated all of the asks and messages about suggestions for this series, and i encourage anyone with ideas to reach out to me as well.

warnings include: mentions of ptsd, some intense (?) sparring, and nsfw. to avoid this section of the chapter, scroll past the smaller text.

it had been about a week since the home tree had fallen and the sky people retreated. most of them were forcibly sent home, pushed into starting their journey of five years back to their nearly uninhabitable planet. the notable exception had been the na'vi showing some mercy and allowing some of the scientists that worked under grace to stay. y/n had really advocated for their permission to live amongst them to avoid the human's base from becoming an abandoned pile of junk.

y/n had also convinced norm to help reopen the school. it was something that he had wanted for a quite some time, but when grace's consciousness was officially gone, it seemed hopeless. jake insisted that norm would do the job more efficiently and effectively than anyone else on the base, as he had done an immense amount of studying just for the chance to help the na'vi. it was a perfect opportunity to begin teaching the others about human culture so they wouldn't fear and eventually resent the humans that chose to stay. taking the steps towards peace was the right decision.

there was a widespread shock when they had found that a human child had been left at the base. it took them a while to determine who the parents were: none other than the son of the colonel and a pilot that had died on the wrong side of the war. two of the scientists, nash and mary, quickly took him in and named him "miles", as he was unable to return home with the rest of the humans.

y/n loved the child, he was so much smaller than na'vi babies and it triggered a similar reaction that they would have upon seeing any other infant animals. but he wasn't allowed to enter the room he stayed in to visit as they weren't sure how a child would physically react to the different bacteria that a na'vi might be carrying. so, he spent a lot of his time peering in through the window and entertaining him with games and funny faces, to which his parents, nash and mary, would bring him over for y/n to see.

grace's avatar was returned to the scientists, declared brain dead and held in a capsule for safe keeping. she had been such a monumental figure for both the sky people and the na'vi. her death was heart breaking to all, so her avatar was often visited and flowers were scattered around her tank.

replacing the home tree was no easy task. jake spent a long while finding the perfect spot for the omatikaya to call home. eventually, he settled on a few trees, their branches woven together and creating a decent space for them to move into. hammocks were strung between branches and pods were sent up for those with families. y/n aided the healers in setting up their medical tent, eventually carrying his mother into the space. he laid her down in the area so she was sitting up, smiling at her son.

"here you go. how are you feeling?", he asked his mother, facing away from her for a moment as he opened the orange bottle filled with her medicine.

he worked as she spoke, opening a capsule and sprinkling it over a bowl of mashed berries and mixing it in well.

"better. its been ages since i was able to even move my hands...", she trailed off, twisting her arms to show how much she had progressed.

y/n was beaming at her as he handed her the bowl, watching her eat it eagerly. she had recovered greatly, and she was only on her eighth day of treatment. vrrnu was able to talk again and move her upper body as if nothing had happened. she wasn't yet able to stand, but it was something they were working on getting her used to so she could eventually leave the healers' tent.

y/n spoke to her for a few minutes while she ate, filling her in on events she had missed through the years. but as she reminded him that she had know a few of his stories, he was so pleased to know that she had been comprehending much of what he had been telling her about when she was seemingly unconscious.

"i've better go help jake out, he's been working tirelessly lately and still needs some work on reaching out for help", he murmured out and forced himself to his feet.

"of course. send my love to him, will you?", she asked, having grown fond of jake after multiple people had come to her about how much they adored their new chief.

"always", he replied, and with that he left the tent and began to head off in the direction that he had last seen his companion.

it took him a bit of time, but he eventually saw him crouching on a branch and tying the hammock securely. y/n walked behind him, squeezing his shoulders before he joined in on helping. they were working opposite from each other, y/n occasionally glancing up to see jake completely invested in his work.

"have you set up your space yet?", he questioned, smiling once he was finished and allowed himself to sit back.

jake took a little while longer, and only replied once he completed his task as to avoid getting distracted and making a mistake.

"i did. our tent is the furthest up, and i set up a few hammocks around it just in case your mother or someone else wanted to stay up there", jake explained as he hoisted himself into the hammock as a final test.

y/n arms were planted behind him so he could lean back, and an eyebrow raised at the curious words of jake.

"our?", he asked, a teasing tone evident in his voice.

"hm?", was all he responded as he laid back and got comfortable in the hammock.

y/n then leaned forward so he could maintain eye contact.

"you said our tent. are we staying together?"

jake had thought it was rather obvious that they would reside together. they had spent every night together since his arrival, and he hadn't wanted that to change now that he would need his own, official place to live.

"only if you want to", he eventually settled on, truly hoping that y/n would.

he hummed and nodded eventually, just as he reached out of his hand and started to help the other out of the hammock.

"of course i want to", he assured.

y/n couldn't stand just sitting there, so he hopped up and crossed his arms over his chest. jake, per usual, trailed after him. the two spoke as they wandered aimlessly about the main, largest tree. jake was already overwhelmed with the responsibilities he was left to. there was so much on his plate and more tasks were only being added as time went on.

"who's expected to rebuild the school?", he questioned suddenly, unsure that the na'vi were at a place where they could lend labor and resources to do so.

"the humans, obviously. they've got it all covered. they're even going to have that sky kid, miles, attend so he can join us here as well. i'm glad they're so willing", y/n spoke happily.

this was the project he was leading to help take some of the weight off of jake's back. it was an honor for him to help the children of the omatikaya tribe receive the education he wanted so desperately as a kid. and if both groups of people were able to learn each other's language and way of life they had so much more of a chance towards residing in harmony. plus, the project was therapeutic to y/n. it was like a do over of the school that had shaped him and inevitably led to the pandorian war.

the dynamic between the two males had shifted some since the battle both participated in. they weren't any less close, but different responsibilities and distress had caused jake to act in a more serious manner, and y/n was living in his head half of the time. upon talking to nash about it, when visiting the lab, he explained it was likely him dealing with grief. he advised that if it progressed, he talk to a few psychologists that had stayed on pandora about ptsd. apparently, it was something in his brain that many soldiers tended to develop, hence the base on pandora requiring a psychologist to have been present when the sky people were still around.

y/n glanced towards jake, trying to scan his expression for what was going on inside his head. he nudged him with his shoulder, a playful attempt to get his attention.

"i'm going to head down to the water. you should come with", he invited.

jake was hesitant. there was still so much that could be done to help the omatikaya, and he felt as if he should have been dedicating all of his time to them. y/n frowned when he didn't reply immediately, eventually shaking his head.

jake was quick to speak before the other could, "yeah, i'll go".

"great", y/n smiled brightly as he jumped a short distance from the tree and landed in the soil.

he began walking along, trusting that jake was following, towards the large body of water that sat outside the former home tree. he was careful to avoid the battlefield, the few times that he had passed through had been nothing but traumatic.

"so", y/n started, as if this was something he had been practicing, "you're supposed to have people helping you with your chief work. like a spiritual leader".

jake's tail swished in annoyance, he hadn't wanted to talk about such things when he was trying to take a break.

"can we talk about this some other-", jake started.

"no."

y/n was certain that he needed to bring it up then.

"you should appoint me as head of the militia".

he wasn't as much as asking or suggesting as he was telling jake that he needed to do it. it made complete sense, and y/n couldn't think of anyone better for the job. jake couldn't either, but he didn't care.

"i'll think about it", he shrugged, continuing to walk forward as y/n paused where he was standing.

"what?", y/n scoffed as his ears pushed back, annoyed that he hadn't gotten his permission immediately like he had expected.

jake eventually turned around to face y/n, tilting his head to the side.

"i just think i should be considering some others as well. its not fair if i just pick you because-"

"because what? i'm the most qualified, you know that. don't act like this is you trying to play fair", he accused, beginning to walk closer to him.

"don't interrupt me", jake warned, his eyes fixing into a glare, "there just might be someone else better fit".

"like who?", y/n challenged, now standing directly ahead of him while trying to hold down his rising anger.

jake didn't have an answer. a lump grew in his throat as he swallowed just before he could have given the worst answer possible.

"well, i'm the one who bonded with the toruk", he spoke, his ego laced through his voice.

y/n snapped, his initial annoyance quickly subsiding to the anger that overpowered his senses.

"you fucker", he spat, placing his hand on his chest and shoving him backwards, hard enough to watch him stumble but not fall. "you think you're better than me?", he sneered.

"i'm your chief, y/n. you can't just-", jake's voice was getting more timid by the second.

"who made you chief! you would be nothing without me, jake. you know that. i made you", his voice was only growing harsher, his jaw clenching.

clearly, y/n struck a nerve. jake didn't say anything, but he didn't have to with the hurt expression he was wearing.

"i could have abandoned you so many times. you wouldn't have made it, you know that", y/n spoke sharply, enunciating every word so jake wouldn't miss a thing he was saying.

still, he wasn't speaking, only matching the other's glare. y/n circled him as the other made the right choice and refused to allow his back to him, shadowing each step he took.

"say something", he eventually snapped, forcing closer to him to catch the smaller off guard.

jake hissed at him, his ears completely flattened back against his head. his actions made y/n laugh softly, head tilting to the side as he watched him. he then slowly approached him, his hands out in front of his chest to ease the other.

"just say that im head of militia, jake. we both know it's the right decision here", he sneered, intentionally trying to get into his head.

their eyes were locked for a long, drawn out moment. neither moving, waiting for other to start something. y/n bared his teeth, showing off his canines just before jake broke their gaze and went to tackle him. the larger easily countered, swiping at his leg instead and watching as the avatar slammed into the ground. grunting, he attempted to do the same, only for the other to forcefully shove him against the ground again.

the two struggled in the same manner for a while. any time that jake felt that he had a chance, y/n would snap at him and he'd end up being thrown into the dirt again.

y/n had no real intention of hurting the other. he wasn't as strong and didn't have anywhere near as much training as he had, so it wasn't fair to use some of the tactics he had wanted to. he just needed to prove to jake that he could hold his own and that the only correct decision was to make him head of the militia. he needed this, and jake was holding out for reasons he couldn't understand.

jake was over y/n, straddling his waist with his hands pinning his wrists down. both were exhausted, chests heaving with each breath and sweat beginning to bead over their eyebrows.

"will you please stop acting like a child and just listen to me?", jake pleaded, though the way he spoke showed that he was more than pleased to have seemingly bested y/n.

"fuck you!", he spat, bucking his hips up to throw jake off of him.

finally, y/n claimed his win atop the other. he had him on his stomach, grunting as he squirmed and tried to free himself of his grasp. the side of his face was pressed against the soil, y/n's hand forcing his head down, his other hand pinning his forearms together behind his back. when his legs started to struggle, he forced his knee against the back of his thigh, earning a whimper from the smaller. y/n laughed lowly at the sight, his breathing slowing as he relished in his victory.

"that's precious", he commented, his palm applying more pressure to his skull and watching as his face contorted, "you know, both you trying to spar and your little whines now that you're all pinned down".

jake swallowed hard, finally relaxing under y/n and seizing his struggling.

"what do you want?", he asked, his short breaths making his voice pitch up.

"i want you to tell me that im head of militia, and that you lost", he decided, the pressure he had been applying to his head finally loosening as more whined escaped the other's lips.

he played with his hair while he waited for a response. he first stroked the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, as gently and sweetly as he possibly could. he then twisted it around his palm, tugging his head back.

"say it", he demanded, growing more and more impatient by the second.

"you already know i lost!", jake defending, his obstinate nature still getting the best of him.

y/n snarled and let him go, standing up and brushing himself off.

"i think it'd sound cute hearing you say it", he explained as he helped jake to his feet.

he groaned and rubbed his neck once he was standing up right. y/n frowned, grabbing his waist and pulling him back against his chest.

"did i hurt you?", he asked, his hands running up his sides and past his arms till he was able to rub jake's shoulders.

"i'm fine", jake insisted, though the way he leaned into his touch made his real answer obvious.

y/n knew he was stronger than jake, whether the other was willing to admit it or not. he liked having the control, and it wasn't like it was disadvantaging the other. he was lucky to have someone like him on his side, and he'd be stupid to pass up the opportunity of appointing him to the militia.

"you're so stubborn", y/n scolded.

by this point, he had walked around the front of jake and inspected his face. he carefully brushed off the dirt on one side of his face with a gentle hand. and suddenly, he shoved him. jake's eyes widened as he stumbled, his back soon hitting a tree behind him with a grunt.

"what is up with you?", he scowled as his face shifted to confusion.

"nothing", y/n shrugged, cornering him again and letting his fingertips brush over the other's hips, "i just think you're really pretty".

everything clicked for jake instantly, realizing he had been pretty oblivious for not catching on sooner.

"oh my god, you're-", he started, only to be cut off as y/n cupped his jaw and pressed their lips together.

y/n was the same as always, calm and kept together. he knew what he was doing and he knew jake didn't have the same level of talent at containing himself. they only kissed for one, innocent moment, y/n pulling away shortly after.

"i'm what?", he asked, though jake had been completely ignoring his attempt at eye contact.

he knew what jake was getting at, it could have been seen from miles away. but still, he wasn't willing to let him off the hook.

"can you really blame me? you should have heads those noises you were making, jake. you're killing me", he complained.

his face was flushed upon hearing his words. he started to open his mouth to scold him, but he quickly caught himself and chose to keep quiet instead. the amused expression y/n was wearing caused him to snap back into reality quickly.

"shut up, this is in no way appropriate", jake scolded, though he knew that being appropriate with y/n was not something he intended to do that night.

y/n knew he didn't mean that. they both knew that this was what he had wanted, and he wasn't going to let being chief get in the way of that. there were a few thoughts circling in his mind that might have been valid reasons to stop, though. was this even allowed if they hadn't mated? were they far enough away from the other omatikaya?

"you haven't left yet. i'm not forcing you to be here", y/n countered.

at some point, he had taken his hands off of him, no longer pinning him back against the tree.

"so?"

jake clearly wasn't going to go without being stubborn and sarcastic, so it was just something that y/n would have to work around.

"can i kiss you?", he eventually asked, wanting jake to be verbally on board with whatever was about to happen next.

they held each other's gaze for a moment, y/n dying of anticipation. eventually, jake gave a short nod and reached out to grab the other's hands.

"yes- sure. yeah. please", he mumbled, his face growing even hotter as he spoke.

y/n relished in the fact that he had him stumbling on his words without having even done anything yet.

"good boy", y/n whispered just before he leaned down and pressed their lips together.

after fumbling with each other's fingers in an attempt to hold hands, the larger eventually settled on grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the tree with his hands. it seemed like a fair compromise. meanwhile, their initial, seemingly innocent kiss was becoming heated quickly. y/n slid his tongue into jake's mouth, who happily complied and parted his lips for him.

y/n only pulled away when the other's breathing became heavy, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his lips trailed down his jaw and neck, biting at his skin every now and then just to get a reaction out of him. carefully, he dug his canines above his collar bones, just enough to leave a mark but not break his skin.

"are we far enough from the home trees?", jake blurted as he shivered from the intimate contact, and the way his hands tangled into y/n's hair proved that he wasn't asking him to stop.

"yeah, its fine", y/n assured him, though he truly didn't put too much thought into the question.

the larger's fingers dragged down from his arms, reaching his thighs at an achingly slow pace. he grabbed his hips and pulling them forward, satisfied with the contact he then got from jake.

"what if someone hears us?", he questioned, embarrassed to be doing something like this outdoors.

"avoid screaming?", he suggested, a smirk dancing on his face as he toyed with the strap of the loincloth on his hip.

sensing the worry in his body, he stopped, glancing up to meet his eyes. his tone suddenly became much softer, and his demeanor shifted towards the one that jake knew.

"we don't have to. i mean, we can head back to the pod and stop. its up to you", y/n offered, taking a step back to give him a bit of space.

jake had barely even given him time to finish speaking, "no, i want this".

everything about him was so appealing right then. the way his hair looked after being being wrestled to the ground countless times, his flushed face, his pleading eyes. but it didn't hurt anyone for y/n to mess with him a little further.

"you want what?", he asked, head tilting to the side as he awaited he answer.

jake went quiet, trying to look down to avoid the question. y/n wouldn't give him a break, forcing his chin up and insisting that he answer.

"i want you to fuck me. you know that, y/n", he managed out, his voice soft and full of resentment.

y/n was practically grinning. his hands began to wander again, eventually palming at jake's more sensitive areas through the only cloth blocking their contact. their lips met again, becoming more passionate quickly as neither seemed to have the patience to wait any longer.

"then lay down for me, will you? on your stomach, like i had you before"

jake nodded and obliged, getting down on the ground again. only this time, y/n got to watch instead of having to fight him for it.

"you're so good, jake", he praised, helping him get settled in by lifting his hips so his ass was in the air and fixing his arms behind his back.

the smaller's heart was beating quickly, the vulnerable position both exciting and terrifying him. he was finally getting exactly what he wanted, and with his y/n, so he trusted his surroundings and tried to ease up. his skin grew hot as he ran his hands up and down his thighs and helped spread his knees further. y/n was crouching beside him, eyes stuck on admiring how he looked right then.

"y/n", he whined, snapping him back into reality.

he hummed in response, his eyes glazed over as he kept pressing his hand down against him.

"be patient".

though, y/n truly wasn't feeling very patient himself. he was only willing to wait because he knew he wouldn't be able to simply jump into exactly what he wanted, and there was no harm in messing with him for the time being. eventually caving, y/n pressed his pointer finger against jake's bottom lip, opening his mouth slightly. catching on, he further parted his lips and happily let him place his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth. he hummed softly, sending vibrations through his hand and causing him to shift his position. the way the jake hollowed his cheeks and and fluttered his eyes at him is what eventually broke him.

as soon as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, y/n shifted so he was kneeling behind jake, practically drunk with control over the way he towered over him. his tail was swishing nervously, so he brushed it out of his way and pressed his hand on his back to accentuate his arch.

"you should talk to me, jake", he asked of him, intentionally waiting for the moments before he pressed one of his fingers into him.

his breathing hitched and eyes shut tight immediately. y/n rubbed his back and hips with his free hand as he worked his finger inside of him, though he was completely captivated by the way he was reacting.

"cmon, i want to hear your words break", he continued beckoning as he slowly rocked his finger into him, watching his every movement with admiration.

"fuck you", was all he managed out, hissing slightly as he felt him push in a second.

"so stubborn. let me know if you need me to stop", he had abandoned his usually snippy tone for that, wanting him to be comfortable then.

he was tight around his finger, which just meant he'd need to prep him for some more time before he ended up fulfilling his wishes. jake's face stayed pressed against the ground, eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip between his sharp teeth. he was muffling his breathy moans that way, which made y/n curl his fingers up. he whimpered, suddenly shoving his hips back against his hand.

"i want to hear you", he snapped, picking up his pace to try and draw his moans out. y/n always thought he had an attractive voice, but hearing him like this caused his blood to heat even more.

jake shuttered when he pulled his fingers out, short breaths bringing him down from the foggy state his mind was drifting into.

"on your back", y/n instructed, helping him roll over.

he was smiling slyly without remorse when the smaller had laid on his back and finally made eye contact with him. he leaned over him, grabbing his face gently.

"hi, baby", he mumbled, his breath fanning over his face before he kissed him.

"hey", jake replied, his voice shy to match the position he was in.

"you think you're ready?", y/n questioned in a sweet tone. he cared so much about him, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him.

jake gulped and nodded frantically, his face growing to a shade of purple.

"please, y/n. i need this", he begged softly, the adrenaline coursing through his body helping him ignore most everything around him besides y/n.

"you should beg more often", was all the other replied as he helped remove both of their only articles of clothing.

y/n started to tie his own hair up. it was significantly longer than jake's and he didn't want it to get in the way, so soon his queue was the only thing lying against his spine. jake propped himself up on his elbows and watched the other carefully. he was already biting down at his lip, still worried that someone would hear them. y/n spit into his hand and rubbed it along himself, which definitely wasn't ideal but he'd make it work. hake was suddenly being broken from his thoughts as y/n pressed into him, forcing his jaw to fall lax and his head to tilt back as he whined. the larger's hands were planted firmed on his waist with his arms hooked under his knees, keeping his legs up for him. he took the sudden breathy moans as a good sign, only stopping once his hips made contact with his skin.

"you okay?", he asked, his voice full of concern once he had noticed how much he had fallen apart.

jake nodded quickly, trying to relax some and letting himself lay back again. y/n loved seeing him so submissive and at a complete loss of words. he was never going to let him forget this moment.

to give him some time to adjust physically and mentally to the generally overwhelming situation, he moved his hips slowly and pushed his cock deeper into him with each thrust. jake's breathing deepened, his chest heaving up and down as he turned his head away from y/n. but he was still aching for the sweet whimpers he had been emitting earlier, so it wasn't long before his pace picked up.

jake mumbled the other's name under his breath as his voice became more audible. it was such a euphoric sight, watching him moan softly as his body lurched upwards with each thrust. he was so tight around y/n, so he kept coaxing him to relax so he'd be able to act a little more freely.

"you're doing so good, jake. so damn good", he whispered under his breath, fucking into him at a steady rhythm.

jake was whimpering just as much as y/n had wanted him to. he squirmed around every now and then or tried to push his ass up into his thrusts as y/n changed his pace or forced himself even deeper out of no where. what had started as sparks had soon progressed into waves of pleasure shooting through his limbs and causing his mouth to remain open with loudening moans.

"fuck, y/n. i can't- i can't take much more", he choked out, though y/n hadn't been planning on stopping.

y/n growled lowly as he slowed down, refusing to help him get there just yet. he moved his hands and released his legs, running his fingertips over his chest before settling further up. he wrapped his hand around his throat, pinning him to the ground that way and applying just enough pressure to make his mind go foggy. he had soon pinned both of his arms above his head, clearly becoming addicted to the way he looked when he was wrestled down and completely powerless.

"just wait", y/n asked of him, his voice so much sweeter than his actions as he went back to snapping his hips forward.

jake's back arched suddenly, the slight shift hitting all the right places and forcing him to cry out. he dug his fingers into y/n's palm, trying to get him to let go of his wrists.

"let me touch you", he begged with a strained voice, knowing y/n would never be able to say no to those eyes.

he eventually complied, releasing his arms and watching as jake practically clung to him. his legs were wrapped around his waist, desperately trying to force him deeper and only relenting when y/n was continuously thrusting into his prostate. his hands clawed at his arms at the feeling, thrilled to be marking him up as he saw his skin breaking in his nails' wake. y/n didn't falter, doing everything he could to watch him absolutely fall apart.

jake's whimpers were breaking into loud moans, almost cries as time went on. he couldn't think straight with all of the stimulation and the lack of oxygen getting to his brain. y/n wasn't holding back as he felt a heat growing in his stomach. without warning, jake's legs started trembling, showing just how hard he was trying to hold himself back and obey y/n's orders.

"go ahead, baby", he murmured with a raspy voice.

sweat was beading in y/n's hair as his sporadic movements pushed jake into ecstasy. tears pooled in his eyes as he felt the wave crash over him, sobbing softly and tensing as he poured his load over his own chest. his mind was completely blank, nothing but the intense pleasure he was feeling and the way y/n looked above him, blurry through his tears.

y/n practically melted at the sight, feeling so much pride in having done that to his jake. with one last thrust, he pushed his cock deep into him and groaned deeply as he spilled his cum inside of the smaller. jake bucked his hips up at the feeling, his eyes rolling back and a small whimper escaping his lax mouth.

they both stayed like that for a short moment. y/n tried to catch his breath and recompose himself after feeling such an intense high, and jake was trying to return to the real world after losing all sense in his head. both could hear the other's breathing and feel their hearts beating fast, and neither wanted that minute to end. but, despite that euphoric feeling, y/n pushed himself off the smaller and pulled out, earning and hum from jake.

"shit", y/n whispered as he sat back, running his hands back through his hair and wiping his sweat away in the process.

he was in awe of what had just happened. how had they even gotten to that point? he didn't care really, but he was set on it happening many more times in their future together.

"fuck, jake. are you okay?", he asked, suddenly worrying for his physical and mental state.

he reached forward and pulled him forward, helping him sit up. his shoulder leaned into y/n's chest, still needing a moment to collect himself. soon, he nodded and let his head collapse onto his shoulder.

"i'm great. tired", he assured him and fluttered his eyes shut.

y/n was happy to let him rest for a little while. his arm was wrapped around his waist to keep him upright while his other hand rubbed circles into his side. they both needed more quiet time together, but y/n knew better.

"let's get to the water. it'll feel nice", y/n decided as he started to stand up.

jake was whining in protest, but he didn't have much of a choice as y/n started to help him to his feet. his thighs were still shaky, and his knees immediately gave out once y/n left him to stand on his own. he cursed as he caught him, keeping him up by letting him collapse into his chest.

"that bad?", y/n teased as he scooped him into his arms, allowing him the chance to rebuild the strength that he clearly needed.

"that good", jake corrected as he was escorted to the water, a smirk forming on his slightly swelling lips.

both males spent some time in the water together. y/n helped run the cold, crystal clear liquid through jake's hair, rubbing out any dirt that had collected. the water also helped relieve both of their aching muscles, though jake spent the most time floating on his back in the lagoon as y/n cared for him.

towards the end of their little trip, both were sitting on shore with their legs dipped in the water. jake was sat ahead of y/n, who was meticulously braiding his short hair back so it'd stay out of his face. he left most of it undone, only fixing up what he had to.

"you're so pretty, jake", he murmured as he worked, eyes completed fixated on the small braids he was working into his hair.

he leaned backwards, interrupting his work so he could lean his head on his shoulder. y/n kissed his temple and wrapped his arms around his waist, happy with the physical contact between the two of them. he hated to admit that everyone around him had been completely right; grace, tsu'tey, neytiri, as y/n couldn't imagine himself living in a world without jake from then on.

"is all of this wrong?", jake eventually questioned, completely falling off the tracks within the conversation.

"what?"

"i mean, what we've been doing together. we're doing things that only mates should be doing, will that upset eywa?", he asked, genuinely concerned that he was falling outside the culture that he had only just joined.

"i think eywa will manage", he shrugged, knowing that things would simply work out around them.

jake nodded in agreement, trying to ease his mind over everything. someday, the two would figure out their places within the other's life and how they fit in within the omatikaya clan. these things wouldn't come easy, they never did.

"i wouldn't really know though. i'm head of militia, not spiritual leader", y/n mumbled, testing the waters with jake now that he had tamed drastically.

he still groaned, unhappy with the idea of y/n taking on such a dangerous role in the clan. truly, he knew that he would be able to handle it, but it would take some time for him to accept it.

"right, of course", he agreed, passively agreeing with him and giving the male what he wanted.

y/n hugged him tighter and pressed his nose against his ear to better show him his physical affection.

"good boy".

it was just before eclipse now, and y/n had been sitting in the lab just ahead of a large computer screen. it took him a long time to figure it out, but he was able to get some things done on the computer. his favorite was pulling up the old videos of his lover, watching human jake express the love he had for pandora and y/n into a camera after his adventures into the wild. he was so excitable and naive, which brought a bittersweet, nostalgic feeling to y/n.

jake was sitting nearby, getting some more tests done by some of the other scientists that were around. they needed to keep checking in on jake so they could monitor how they artificial avatars held up as they aged. he was a special case, too, seeing as he no longer had a human body to rest with. they always came back positive, showing signs that the transfer over had been completely successful and assuring the two that they had nothing to worry about.

y/n quickly closed the program he was using to watch the videos when jake got closer. he didn't want to embarrass him or himself for finding jake gushing over him so adorable.

"all good?", he questioned, looking towards the woman running the tests.

she nodded as she spoke, "he's doing great. better than any of us could have ever imagined".

jake was standing just ahead of him, smiling as y/n practically beamed at the good news. of course jake was doing just fine, he seemed to be incredible at everything he did.

"the news about grace is still shocking, though. im glad that one of the avatars are holding up normally", she spoke in an off tone, confusing both of them.

"what news?", jake questioned as he sat in a rolling chair directly beside y/n.

"i mean, when we found out about her pregnancy. its completely unexplained and getting the baby out without damaging grace's avatar will be... difficult", she explained and gestured to the tank just a few feet away from them.

jake looked to y/n, eyes wide in shock at the news. they were both still processing the deaths of so many, including grace. it had hurt the two of them most of everyone, which had in a way brought them even closer together.

"how did this happen?", jake questioned, looking to grace's body.

"we're not sure. i mean, she never documented any relationships of any sort. it just doesn't make sense", she mumbled as she tilted her head at the two. she hadn't expected such an involved reaction.

"it would have had to be someone na'vi, correct? humans are an entirely different species, that wouldn't make sense...", y/n rationalized to himself, immediately running the possibilities of who the father could be through his head.

"we don't know. we'll see. either we'll have some DNA run tests on later. we could determine the species, father, or even see if the child is just a clone then".

y/n was incredibly interested in the logistics of the pregnancy, while jake was still shocked by the news. it seemed like something they would have known earlier. it made no sense for something like this to happen to someone legally declared braindead.

"whats going to happen to the baby?", jake frantically questioned as the lady stood up and began to walk away.

she shrugged, a sympathetic smile on her face, "we'll figure that out once we're certain the child will be able to survive in this situation".

jake immediately looked to y/n, completely lost in the situation. y/n only smiled, lopsided and confused, but still seeing the positive in the situation.

"we'll have a second grace running around the base", y/n grinned, the thought of having someone like his dear old teacher bringing him an immense joy.

that day had been draining and confusing, but it brought so much light that y/n hadn't been able to see in such a long time. there was still hope in rebuilding their lives.

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i need him

hm.

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STOP PLEASE JUST STOP😭

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THANK YOU😭

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his face❌ his waist ✔️

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okay now I see why you guys are simping for the big blue men. 🙈

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me liking a specific character x dom top male reader fic that didn't have top male reader before:

me when Tumblr recommends me the specific character x sub bottom male/female reader:

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Can you pleaseeeee write a fanfic top male reader x jake sully, i've been dying for someone to do it👾

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. i'm actually glad you didn't give me a specific idea since i've been thinking of one myself lol

content. not proofread, time skips, pre-established relationship, jake taking advantage of his new body, mentions of insecurities, some angst if you squint, turns intimate quick, mating, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, creampie, hair pulling, praise, reader had a big dick (real), pet names (baby, pretty boy, sir.)

“..grace?”

was the first thing you heard your boyfriend jake, who had just gotten into his avatar form, say after he had just ran away from the people who were supposed to make sure he was fully functioning. seems like they didn’t need to.

he just doesn’t listen, and that’s one of the reasons why you love him.

you were right behind him and norm, quietly laughing at how norm attempted to run after him with his ass hanging out. luckily, his tail was hiding whatever else that was exposed.

“well, who’d you expect, numb nuts?” you heard grace reply, giving a chuckle as you walked past norm, right up to jake.

and once grace threw some fruit at him, you’d catch it before he could react.

“hey,” he was ready to scold whoever was beside him, yet didn’t get the chance as he cut himself off the moment he looked at you, eyes even wider than before.

shit, you were gorgeous. he didn’t expect you to be anything else, but still. it was surprising to see how good you looked.

so good in fact, that his eyes and curiosity traveled elsewhere. your body, you were sculpted so perfectly. it made him wonder what was under those thin clothes. but, before he could get any lower, he felt something wet hit his face.

you had taken a bite out of the odd looking fruit, that he could instantly tell by the juice running down your chin.

and it was obvious that you enjoyed the taste as your ears fluttered, something he learned to appreciate seeing.

as predicted, jake had gotten into some trouble whilst you, grace, norm, and him tried to get some data in the forest. well, more grace and norm, honestly. though, what you didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t be able to find him after he ran deeper into the woods.

“he won’t make it ‘till morning.” clearly, grace wasn’t someone to lean on. she was being realistic, sure, but she could’ve said something more hopeful. but, she didn’t, so you did.

“he will.” a pause, “i don’t know how, but he always finds a way.” despite the confidence in your tone, you were only trying to reassure yourself. you were scared. who wouldn’t be? jake, your jake, was stuck in the forest, where hundreds, if not thousands of creatures are lurking.

it was terrifying to think about.

yet, you didn’t have to fear for too long, jake waking up in his real body sooner than you had anticipated — which you were grateful for. and, another surprise, you wouldn’t believe where he ended up.

he had been at hometree, he was chosen.

“..holy shit.”

after gaining the trust of the omaticaya, jake had brought you to their home. which, he now considered his home.

he’d give you a tour of sorts, though it seemed he was especially excited for a certain part of the forest.

the tree of voices, he called it.

you had learned all about the tree from your years of research on pandora, but jake didn’t bring you there for it’s intended purpose.

no, no. he wanted something else. something much more important than praying to eywa — in his opinion, anyway.

he didn’t really try to hide his eagerness as you both walked throughout the tree. he had stopped walking at some point, looking at you with a smile on his face.

quickly, you focused your gaze upon him, and fuck, was it a sight to see.

a braid had fallen over the side of his face, another tucked behind one of his fluttering ears, those bright freckles splattered across his face and body more prominent in the light the tree provided — his amber eyes shimmering as he looked at you. admired you, to be more specific.

he slowly shuffled closer to you, nudging your nose with his. curiosity spread across your features, head tilting, waiting for him to speak.

though, jake was found speechless, something neither of you thought was possible. so, as a result, you spoke instead.

“i assume that this is, the tree of voices, if my years of research haven’t failed me.”

that got him to laugh, eyes traveling downward “yeah, yeah.” he seemed oddly quiet, usually very talkative, especially around you.

“jake.” he was quick to look back up at you, ears twitching. “what have you brought me for?”

an audible gulp came from him before any words got the chance, “i, i wanted to tell you something.” you could see what he was doing, clearly nervous and trying to draw this out as long as possible. you didn’t mind, patience overpowering your curiosity.

“what would you like to tell me, jake?” oh, how he loved the way you said his name. that previous excitement returned, his tail whipping around nonstop, hips swaying slightly due to the force. this all was very distracting — maybe, that was why he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.

as a way to get him to focus, your hand reaches around to grip the base of his tail, giving it a gentle, warning tug. that certainly got his attention, a small, almost pleasured gasp leaving him. it was embarrassing, jake attempting to cover the noise with a cough.

“i was going to say that, ..i want to,” he shakes his head, “..i want you.”

he summarized all his thoughts into those three words, and then did what his words couldn’t. his hand slides up your arm, then moving behind himself to grab onto his braid. his queue. he brought it forward, motioning towards it.

it immediately clicked in your head. he wanted to mate, he wanted to be your mate, and have you be his.

“and, i was wondering, ..if you wanted me, too.”

you scoff at his words, and jake takes it negatively, ears flattening. but, you made that regret disappear instantly.

“of course i want you to be my mate, jake. why would i suddenly change my mind?” you teased him, yet he didn’t notice it, too overcome with joy as a smile spread across his face. without missing a beat, he leans forward, lips pressing against yours — in an almost desperate manner. eywa, he needed this, needed you.

the kiss soon turned heated, his urge to give you everything strong. but, connecting queues was much more important than his lust. so, he pulled away, panting softly as he did. a laugh left the both of you, though jake gained his composure and pulled you down to sit.

you were both on your knees, queues exposed and close together, but not close enough to attach to one another.

“..this has never happened before, you know. from what we’ve seen, at least.” you said, making sure that jake knew what they were trying might not work.

“what do you mean?” he didn’t exactly get the gist though.

“two male na'vi mating. we’ve never seen it be done.” his eyebrows would furrow, but your words didn’t discourage him. “doesn’t mean we can’t try.” you merely nod, hoping for the better, preparing for the worst.

though, your process was interrupted as jake crawled closer, planting his thighs aside yours and sitting on your lap. you were about to express your confusion, but he answered before you could get the question out. “maybe, if we physically show our love in front of eywa, she will accept us.” it might’ve been genuine, or an excuse to touch you. either way, you were amused and, in all honesty, flattered. “whatever you say.”

he took a deep breath in, holding it as he nodded towards you, signaling for you to move. and you did, both of you, pushing your queues forward until they entwined.

your dreams came true as you bonded, jake letting out a shaky sigh and closing his eyes, feeling you. it was heavenly, this intense emotion, this euphoria that swept through him.

it was so powerful, so strong, that it transferred to you, that link much more intoxicating than you could have ever imagined.

“holy shit,” he spoke for you both.

whilst he did, staring at your bonded queues, you only looked at him. your gaze held so much love, so much care. you looked at him like he was your most prized possession — which he is. seeing him so happy because of you, it made your heart swell. without saying anything, your free hand caresses his cheek, that grin of his never faltering as he faced you.

instinctively, he leaned into your touch, eyes telling you everything with just one glance. you kiss, again and again and again, each one solidifying your feelings for the other.

“you’re so gorgeous, jake. so fucking beautiful. how did i get this damn lucky.” if one thing was for sure, your praise had his confidence going through the atmosphere. and, apparently, his ego wasn’t the only thing rising.

you felt him shift against your lap, innocent kisses turning needy as your tongues slip into each others mouths. his moans were muffled, no longer caring about what sounds he creates, as long as you’re the one coaxing them out.

you thought every single one of them were angelic, despite how lewd the grind of his hips felt.

before, when you both were still human and had time together, this never occurred. jake was quite insecure about his disability, no matter the demeanor he puts on. he was comfortable enough with you to admit that looking at his legs just, never felt right. so, sex was an immediate no.

but now, he could do whatever he wanted. he was in control and confident in his body and how it looked. being vulnerable was finally something he could enjoy. he didn’t have to prove that he could take care of himself, he didn’t have to prove anything, not with you. you know damn well who your boyfriend is and what he’s capable of.

your lips separated, much to jakes dismay, but he couldn’t complain once you kissed along his jaw and neck. his hips would stutter at each peck, hands now gripping at your shoulders, anticipation getting the best of him. he pushes you away, sliding off your lap. this confused you, as first, until you saw him tug at the waistband of your loincloth.

after getting into a comfortable position, fully sat on the ground with your legs spread out, permission was granted.

saying jake was excited was understatement. his hands were shaking. in fact, his whole body was trembling. he needed you now, but his arousal made his head foggy. you noticed, of course, laughing softly. “jake, baby,” a hand lifts his head, cloudy amber eyes looking at you, craving you.

“please, please, i’ve waited so long,” you nod, “i know, shh. breathe.” he leans against you, forehead against yours. he listens, obedient as ever, breathing slowly. “good boy.” that makes him whine, eyes closed, so focused on being good that he didn’t notice how you pulled down that thin cloth.

once he thought he was ready, he opened his eyes and looked down, sucking in a quick breath. fuck, you were big. it was to be expected, as your avatar was twice the size of your human body, but shit.

with some hesitation, he’d spit into his hand, then rubbing it along the underside of your dick. you let out a grunt, shifting beneath his touch, which he hummed at — strong thighs squeezing together.

“can, ..can i?” “can you what?”

you’re such an asshole.

“can i, suck, your dick? ..please?” you smirk, and nod.

once he was given the okay, he’d lean down, hands holding onto your thighs. his motions were unsure, giving your tip shy licks. you encourage him by laying a palm on his head, gently pulling at those soft roots. he reacts instantly, back arching and tail swinging while he takes your head inside.

a hand strokes what isn’t between his lips, tongue working along the ridge of your cock. fingers would trail down his spine, tracing small circles into his back, jakes whines stifled due to his mouth being full.

he opens up wide, wide enough for it to hurt, as an attempt to go deeper, take you further. you hit the back of his throat sooner than expected, a gag and cough heard, yet jake didn’t pull off. he relaxes, hollowing his cheeks and going back down. he was determined, it seemed.

thought, it was driven by the need to prove someone wrong, he only wanted to make you feel good. “careful, jake. don’t hurt yourself.” he hums as a reply, then bobbing his head up and down. he could barely take you halfway. every time he choked, his teeth grazed the veins running along your dick, yet it only enhanced your pleasure.

while he busies himself on your cock, he doesn’t even notice how his hips rocked from side to side, ass in the air. his body spoke for him. he was aching for your touch in more private areas, so you gave it to him.

at first, you touch his tail, watching as he twitched once you trailed your palm along the length of it. then, you took hold of his loincloth and slid it down his thighs. your other hand was by your lips, your middle, ring, and forefinger in your mouth. once you thought they were wet enough, you move forward, reaching between those two mounds of flesh.

your finger pads circled his hole, feeling how he clenched around nothing. he pulls off your dick, drool covering his chin as he leans his head on your stomach. oh, how he hated the way you teased him, knowing how desperate he was.

“get back down.” your tone was stern, demanding, and jake was affected by it greatly. a whine unintentionally escapes his throat. “yes, sir,” everything that left him was involuntary, like he was no longer in control of his own body or voice. watching his fangs, he swallows around your shaft, trying to focus on you as your middle finger pushed pass his rim.

surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort to put your first finger inside — or the second. hm.

you decided not to question it, but kept it in mind if you ever wanted to tease him after. which, you inevitably will. he’s cute when he’s flustered.

pushing down your thoughts, you continue working your digits in and out of his, seemingly, already prepped ass. he got distracted often as he worked on your cock, either by your fingers that felt so much better than his own, or his throat that constantly flexed around your dick.

it took longer for the third to fit, jakes body convulsing with each stroke of his insides. you hadn’t realized it before, too engulfed in his noises, but he was truly a mess — just for you.

tears stream down his face, spit dripping down his chin, eyes backing into his skull whilst half-lidded, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. you felt a sense of pride for bringing such a strong man down so many notches. only you get to see him like this. only you have this power over him.

and even when you’re lost in your thoughts, you don’t hesitate to force your fourth finger inside, hole so wet that it lubed the digit up itself — if you kept going like this, you’d start fisting him. but, you were only trying to prep him, not gape him. though, that’s going to happen either way.

eventually, you slowly pull your fingers out, and became aware of your surroundings. it was all too surreal — in such an unbelievably good way.

he pulls off of you with an audible pop, panting as if he had just ran across the expanse of pandora. his gaze was hazy, letting out tiny, cock-drunken giggles as he leans against you. you hum, using your thumb to wipe away the drool from the lower part of his face.

“havin’ fun?” he’d give an enthusiastic nod, biting his lower lip, knowing what was coming next. “turn around for me, sweet thing.” another nod, though he struggled to move by himself. he was trembling, and you seemed to find out why when he shifted.

there was a pool of cum on the grass, more than you’d ever expect. it probably happened when you were daydreaming.

you ignored it, now staring down jake like he was your prey. he was in the position he thought would be most comfortable, and less embarrassing. though, if you wanted him to move, he would. but you didn’t. it was all about him tonight, and you weren’t going to force him into doing anything. besides, you could try the positions in mind later. this was his first time with you. whatever he wants, goes.

how your hand rubbed up along his thighs he would never forget, your touch making his heart skip a beat, skin set ablaze. your palms move to his waist, propping him up just a bit more, as you knew his trembling didn’t help with his stability.

you could tell he was ready to take whatever you gave him, but you knew what he craved most. and of course, you gave it to him.

he felt the heat of your dick before the weight, ass squirming a bit before you had rubbed it directly over where he needed it. a whine was audible, hands reaching back to try and guide your tip. but before he could grasp it, you grab his wrists, a small gasp leaving him at the sudden grip. but, that gasp soon turned into a loud, joyous moan.

the head had entered him, and jake couldn’t be happier feeling the intrusion. it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, now trying to push back against you to slide more inside. you chuckle, then shoving in a few more inches, placing kisses along his spine and whispering compliments. his insides adjusted much quicker than his throat could, you mentally noted.

within a few more minutes, your hips were connected to his ass. “you take me so well, baby. doin’ so good for me.” you grab onto his queues, which was still immersed with yours, and tugged on it lightly. that lifts his head off the ground, jake murmuring softly. “can, move now? please, sir, move, please sir,” how cute.

you obliged, putting your approval into words, “such good manners, jake.” kissing across his shoulder, you pull out halfway, then slowly sink yourself back in. the hold he had on the blades of grass beneath him told you enough, his noises merely adding onto that.

now, your hands were clasped around him, one of his hair and the other on the base of his tail. you had done nothing extreme, yet he couldn’t even form a proper sentence — sputtering out the words ‘please’, ‘sir’, and ‘faster’. curses were a common occurrence, too.

your thrusts increased in speed, giving him exactly what he wanted, feeling you so deep every time you practically slammed yourself into his ass. the force pushed him farther into the dirt below, and he loved every second of it.

you were so aggressive, your rough motions contrasting greatly with the gentle kisses and bites you placed on his skin. and during it all, jake had a wide smile on his face. even as his legs gave out, and you putting your chest against his back, knuckles grazing his sides.

it didn’t take long for him to feel that familiar heat within his gut again, overstimulation hitting him fast and hard. and this time, he mouth wasn’t busy, so he warned you. “wanna- gonna come, again, coming,” he was breathless, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, but you could understand him through all his keens.

“come, jake, show me how good i make you feel.” he’d nod, again and again, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum spilled from his dick. you’d rock your hips back and forth, continuing to pleasure him and prolonging his orgasm. once the last few spurts of cum spewed out of his slit, you’d begin to pull out, before pressing right back in — hitting his already beaten prostate.

he almost screamed, voice breaking up, cracking. his throat felt so raw. but, he didn’t want you to stop. he’d do anything for you to come too, warmth squeezing around you.

luckily, he didn’t have to go through much more for you to feel your stomach tighten. you’d mumble near his ear, which twitched once feeling your breath. “do you, want me to come inside or- or out?”

he thought the question was stupid.

“in- in, in, inside, please.” who were you to say no?

soon after speaking, cum filled him, then leaking out of his hole, around the sides of your dick. you’d have to look away to prevent yourself from getting hard again, attempting to pull out slow, until he felt jake hold onto your hands — whimpering. you never thought you’d hear such a sound coming from him, but you sure as hell were grateful that you did.

you interlaced your fingers together, keeping yourself inside. from what i you could tell, he was glad that you did, seemingly purring at your actions.

though, after a moment of rest, he wiggles underneath you. as a response, you lift yourself off of him. “wanna, turn. on my back.” you pause, not sure how this was gonna work, but decided to try nonetheless.

it was a process, keeping yourself from slipping out whilst trying to flip him over. it worked, thankfully, you now seeing jakes toothy grin. it never left. he doesn’t even think he could stop if he tried.

he pulls you close, by your shoulders, pressing his forehead against you. but, just before either of you could fall asleep, you’d murmur. “i see you, jake.”

and with a hoarse voice, he’d reply, “i see you.”

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nice

Another quiz for if you were a fictional character how would your fandom treat you (if you think your life is too boring to have a fandom just think of yourself as living the domestic!au of some sci-fi or fantasy)

reblog with your results

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Confess something you've thought about me on anon

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HE WHIMPERD?????!!!! HE FUCKING WHIMPERD?????!!!!

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reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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babygirl (he has murdered hundreds)

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