#. character // jake sully

[bluetodraw]

Toruk Makto

[nattikay]

[icequeenlila]

So, it's pretty much a standard in the fandom that Lo'ak is described to be an exact copy of his dad, while Neteyam is the exact copy of his mom, right?

It's arguabel on the looks. I just think they share traits of both their parents but that's also not what this post is about.

I want to speak on the character traits the boys share with their parents.

Lo'ak is always made out to be a mini Jake. He's reckles just like his dad when he was young. He doesn't listen, has a big mouth, just like Jake. Yes.

But.

He shares one crucial trait with his mother. One that makes a big part of his character.

Neytiri and Lo'ak are both easily provoked. They are short tempered and impulsive when it comes to their family and loved ones.

Example: Lo'ak picking a fight with Aonung after he insulted Kiri. Just like Neytiri snapped at Ronal after she disrespected Jake. Neither of them thinking about possible consequences.

They both act without thinking, just jumping to defend their loved ones. In hindsight both realize their actions were unwise, but in that moment of anger they act on their feelings.

And then there are Jake and Neteyam. Both of them are able to stay level headed when faced with stressful situations.

While Jake used to be reckless in his youth, he was never as short tempered as Neytiri. It takes much to make him snap. That's why he is such a good leader. He is able to keep a cool head when under pressure, he is able to think straight when angered. He also functions as Neytiri's tether in heated situations, making her calm and refocus.

Neteyam shares this trait with him. He's in full control of his actions. He's willing to let go of the anger he clearly felt when Aonung insulted Kiri, bc he knew of the consequences a fight might take.

You could argue here that that's because he's the oldest. True, but his and Lo'ak's age differ by only a year and older siblings are not always this level headed. The goal is to protect the young ones, many don't think ahead of that.

But Neteyam does, because just like his father he thinks in a strategic way.

Example: Neteyam warning Aonung to stay away from Kiri but not acting on his anger and picking a fight, to prevent future difficulties for his family. Jake apologozing on Neytiri's behalf after Ronal disrespected him. He let's the attack on his own person slide, taking the hit to give his family a chance with the Metkayina clan.

They are thinking things through before they act.

I'm not at all saying that the boys share traits with only one of their parents. It's just that these two characteristics stand out a lot, mirroring their parents strongly.

That's it.

Have a nice day and bye!💙✨

[azshio]

⚠️ wip 🏗️

I haven't draw her for a while 🥹

Draw anatomy is so🤬😍🧎‍♀️

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Ooh could I request a jake sully x top male reader smut? He's been misbehaving lately but instead of punishing him reader is very gentle. Sir kink and overstim please!

Jake Sully.

top male reader

sir k. | overstimulation | praise | guided handjob | brief mention of fingering | anal | brief bite

a/n: feel like I haven't written in ages but I missed Jake fics. sorry I took so long to write this + that it's short

Jake's been fucking with you, and you know it. He's been tugging at your strings of patience and waiting for them to snap. And they do, when you give him a final chance to redeem himself and he purposely fucks it up. But they don't snap in the way he expected.

He chose to ignore you today, and you hoped he'd finally listen when his own safety was at stake. But he chose to put your irritation above all else and your shout of warning went in one ear and out the other.

You don't hide your disapproving stare when Jake sits up and presses a hand against his stinging chest. You're quiet when he meekly looks up at you, waiting for a heated response to come from you not because of the minor, easily avoidable injury (had he just listened to you), but because of his insistent misbehaviour.

But you stay silent, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. When you open them again and exhale, Jake is still looking at you. A cocky smile takes over his face when you don't speak and you know you have to do something about it.

Despite his pride, he still follows like a lost puppy when you tug on his wrist and softly push him into your shared tent.

-

"Touch yourself, love." Your words break the silence and Jake's tense staring session, burning holes into the wall in front of him.

Jake turns his head to the side and looks at you from the corner of his eye, suddenly losing all of his previous attitude, fingers twitching against his thighs. You stay standing behind him and he feels so unbelievably exposed. "I.."

"You heard me," your tone is a stark contrast to your words – far gentler and more adoring than Jake expected. His shoulders jump when your hands glide up his back and your fingers rest on his shoulders, applying a soft pressure. But his arms stay motionless at his sides and you sigh softly.

Your fingertips leave behind goosebumps when you gently run them over his shoulders, down his arms, and past his wrists. You cage yourself around Jake with your body, one hand holding his waist and the other cupping the back of his hand in your palm. The contact of your chest against his back makes his shoulders tense but you pay it no mind and force his hand to move under yours.

His warm palm makes contact with his hard, already weeping dick from under his loincloth and you smile to yourself when a pleasured sigh leaves him. Your lips press against the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulders and your hand speeds up. Jake groans under his breath and you can feel his pre-come seeping through his fist and pooling in your palm.

His jaw tenses, his breath heavies, and you just watch over his shoulder, setting an unrelenting pace with your arm, "feel good?" Your words are a whisper against his neck and his pulse beats under your lips.

"Mhm.."

"Use your words, love," your other hand slowly runs up the expanse of his stomach and up to his collarbones before your fingers gently trail back down again over his heaving chest.

"Yeah, f-feels good.." a gentle bite into his sensitive flesh has him gasping out, "feels really good, sir."

Your tongue runs over the faint bite marking his blue skin, "there you go."

You don't stop when Jake's hips stutter and shift in your hold and he whispers that he's close, expecting you to pull your hand away at any moment and rip him from his high. But you don't. A sob-like cry nearly escapes him when you keep going despite the come dripping down your knuckles.

Only when his knees threaten to buckle under his weight do you let him breathe. You hold him in your arms and let him kneel down on the leaf-covered floor, giving him a few short moments to settle and wiping your hand with a cloth.

His back stays pressed against your chest and your hands find his front again, fingers painting ghostly patterns over his stomach and chest, "you okay?"

Jake's hum of confirmation makes you smile. You slip a hand between your bodies and gently press it against his back encouragingly, between his shoulder blades, "on your hands and knees, then, love."

You're still gentle when your oiled fingers slip into him, cupping his hip with your other hand and rubbing circles into his skin with your thumb. Your touches never cease in their softness and care seeps through every movement, even when you push the tip of your cock past Jake's stretched rim and chants of your name and 'sir' leave him in gasps.

When your cock bumps against his prostate and sinks deeper into his guts, Jake shudders and his hips buck. Your hand slips from his waist to his cock, languidly stroking him. Your dick forces the air out of his lungs with every shift of your hips, no matter how small, and Jake can already feel his mind slipping away.

A particularly hard thrust knocks him down onto his elbows and you smile. It doesn't take long for him to come again when your hand doesn't leave his dick, only speeding up. He claws at everything in reach and a near-cry breaks past his lips when your hips don't stop.

"God, please," Jake manages to groan out through his noises.

You pause and your hand moves back to his waist, "want me to stop?" He doesn't answer.

"Then you can keep going," you tell him and an even softer "can you do that for me?" has Jake nodding.

"..Yes, sir."

"Good," you lean down to kiss along the light freckles that decorate his shoulders and push him until his cheek presses against the floor. Your hands slide under his hips and you hold his lower half up. Jake's gasp into his arm when your cock nudges his overstimulated prostate again makes you smile.

[twoloaksinatrenchcoat]

More Jakey bc why not

[wingo5]

Sorry abt being a bit MIA I’ve been on vacation lol ANYWAYS- here is my newest avatar oc Lunala! She was born a year after kiri :3

A little about her:

-was a biter when she was little (still is)

-an eccentric girl who loves colorful accessories

-a great artist and warrior

-has a bit of a staring problem…

-loves food

[eywaseclipse]

There’s a reason his avatar was so damn fine

[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.

[nattikay]

saw this prompt list floating around and wanted to give it a go. Given my current energy levels there's no way I'd be able to do nice colored images for daily prompts (probably won't manage to do it "daily" at all, but rather small batches like this), but I can at least try do some simple sketches.

[name-saken]

Just a little Avatar theory, but I was listening to The Songcord when I decidedd to read the translations. And I found a navi word that kinda resembles Tsireya's name, called Tireya which means life. I wonder if Ronal and Tonowari gave her a name that involves something of life (not sure what the s or Tsi could mean by itself. It could be like 'Sweet Life' for example.) Overall, I think its cool that Tsireya's name might have an actual meaning to it that is in the Na'vi! AGGH, so cute too. Just to think that her name might have 'life' to it as a meaning.

LOOK AT HERZ LOOK AT MY SWEET GIRL

[azshio]

appreciation post for na'vi clothing

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Avatar headcanons

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a/n: this is my thank you for 1k. I still can't believe I hit that milestone, thank you so much. warnings will be put before each character's headcanons & there’ll be a small scenario for each character.

Jake Sully

sir k. | hair pulling | deepthroating | brat taming

RDA Jake was definitely into calling you "sir", before he gained his confidence as a warrior. He blurted it out to you without you even needing to coax it out of him.

Hair pulling is a big kink of his, especially when he sucks you off or you fuck him from behind. He still hasn't gotten used to how sensitive his avatar's braid is.

If you pull on his braid while shoving your cock down his throat or pounding his guts from behind, he won't be able to hold back from drooling.

He's loud and whiny.

Can't hold back his cries when you ignore his whiny "wait"s and continue pistoling your cock into him, even after he just came.

He gained more of an ego after becoming a respected na'vi warrior and getting put in his place became a necessity.

He started acting out on purpose just so you would force him down and make him take what you gave him.

Jake's just a slut for you behind closed doors. Letting you have your way with him and whining when you don’t.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” You watched Jake do his best to fit your heavy cock in his throat. Jake shook his head, looking up at you through his wet eyelashes. You sighed, running your hand up his neck and gripping his braid. Jake flinched, eyes fluttering shut when you brought your other hand to the top of his head.

He moaned around your cock when you forced him down, your cock bullying its way into his throat. Jake choked and drool seeped past his lips, drowning your cock in his saliva. The grip you had on his sensitive braid was unfaltering and it only made Jake needier. The strong Jake Sully on his knees before you was something you could get used to.

Neytiri

praise | dacryphilia | pussy eating | cockwarming 

This pretty girl's still so shy when you fuck.

Neytiri comes undone in seconds when you praise her. Just hearing a "good" leave your lips will have her biting her lip to hold back her smile and hiding her face behind her hair.

She’s so pretty and the tears that threaten to spill over when you hold her only make her prettier.

She’s so sensitive that it makes her cry, especially when you eat her out.

When you first ate her out, she couldn’t decide between throwing her head back or letting it fall forward against yours, between her thighs.

She loves it, feels that it’s intimate.

Neytiri is vanilla, at least during the beginning. 

Everything makes her shy and she just wants to be held and taken care of.

Cockwarming. 

She’ll sit in your lap or lay with her back against your chest, your cock heavy inside her tight walls.

She’s so obedient. She never moves unless you tell her to, and when she’s desperate, she only whines and pleas.

She’s so cute, sorry.

Neytiri played with her braids, looking forward to avoid eye contact with you.

“You’re so pretty,” you pressed a kiss against her neck and she tensed, turning her head to finally look at you over her shoulder. She had a shy smile on her face and could only hope her flushed cheeks were unnoticeable under her hair. “So obedient for me.”

You placed your hands on her thighs and rolled your hips for the first time. 

“Ah-!” Neytiri moaned, throwing her head back against your shoulder. You turned to kiss her cheek and she placed her hands on yours. “Good girl.”

Tsu'tey

manhandling | belly bulge | size kink a little bit 

Tsu'tey was an uncharacteristically shy virgin, and remains pretty vanilla. Intimacy and sex are still foreign to him.

He had trouble stifling his moans even when you kissed him longer than he was used to.

He let you take control and his mind spun when you pushed him into different positions for your own pleasure.

Tsu’tey is so aware of how easily you fit your hands around his slim waist and thighs.

His waist is so tiny that a belly bulge is inevitable. He nearly came untouched the first time he saw it. 

Possessiveness makes Tsu’tey weak. He loves it when you add a “my” when talking about him.

Pairing that with praise gets him whiney.

Something as simple as “my strong warrior” makes Tsu’tey desperate.

You pulled Tsu’tey back against yourself, hands engulfing his little waist. You bottomed out and Tsu’tey moaned, throwing his head back. 

“Look at that,” you squeezed his waist to get his attention. Tsu’tey looked at where you were looking and felt his breath get caught in his throat. You pressed against the bulge in his stomach with your thumb, “Fuck…” 

Tsu’tey chest heaved and he pressed his hand flat against his stomach. You grabbed one of his thighs and pressed it against chest, fucking into him with a newfound desperation. Tsu’tey nearly whined, lifting his hand to look at his stomach again with eyes blown wide. You smiled, “so good… all mine.”

Miles Quaritch

humiliation | degradation | deepthroating / facefucking | choking / breath play | gun play

He still hasn't gotten fully used to an avatar body so he's sensitive to every touch.

Miles has trouble admitting that he likes it when you make fun of him.

He finds it so hot when you put him in his place for talking back. He's so used to being the one feared and respected that it always shuts him up when you insult him.

Miles has a thing for deepthroating. Forcing his head down and forcing your cock further down his throat until he can hardly breathe has him near delirious.

The way you treat him is far from how he was treated in his division. 

When he acts out, you disregard his words and only use him for your own satisfaction, leaving him alone as soon as you finish.

You humiliate him and insult his pride and he always comes back for more.

Gun play is something that plagues Miles’ mind. He can only bite his lip and roll his hips desperately when you point a gun at him and threaten him. He can’t help but find it hot.

Especially if you press the barrel against his mouth and force his lips open to shut him up when he gains some of his ego back.

Has trouble keeping his hands to himself, always fucks something up and you begin to wonder if it’s on purpose.

“You- ah!” You pulled Miles down onto your lap.

“Yeah?” His breath hitched when you rested the cold barrel of your gun against his neck and he only scowled in response. He hoped you’d ignore the way his chest heaved and the way he was clenching your cock. You shifted your thighs to bounce him in your lap, “you said you’d ride me, wouldn’t you? Do I have to help you with this, too?” 

Miles shook his head and lifted himself up, you put your free hand on his thigh, “you’re shaking.”

[sulieykte]

favourite character meme: [1/7] scenes -> toruk makto

 “the way i had it figured, toruk's the baddest cat in the sky. nothing attacks him. so why would he ever look up? that was just a theory.”