#jake sully imagines

[fluloa]

BABY DADDY JAKE AND LIKE THEY HAVENT EVEN OFFICIALLY MATED FOR LIFE YET BUT HAVE A WHOLE ASS NEWBORN

why is this idea so cute to me??? i have no idea why but slay

You and Jake weren’t really a couple at the start. Sure, you had your moments. Like sometimes, he’d bring you a cute little bundle of flowers, or a new anklet and shit like that. But it was never serious, never really a relationship.

The first time he met you was during a hunting festival, with crystal beads in your hair and a mischievous glimmer in your eyes that he couldn’t help but be drawn to. He had a bit too much to drink, and it seemed as if you did too.

He walked up to you, trying to hide the intense nerve that shock his system because you were really fucking pretty. You were dancing carelessly, arms flowing out and he taps one of them, immediately cringing at the unplanned move.

You turn, the beads in your hair rattling against the base of your neck as you look up at him with curiosity.

“Hey,” he mumbles, crackling a tiny smirk that covers the immense panic he feels.

You blink, smiling a little as you look him up and down. “Hello.”

“You, uh,” Jake clears his throat. “You’re really pretty, and uh… would you wanna dance?”

God, he seems like a complete douchebag. But you like it, or seem to at least by the way your smile widens. You simply nod, turning yourself completely to him and placing the palms of your hands on his shoulders, and he watches you do it with wide eyes. He notices the way your head gently tilts, before you grab one of his hands, directing it to your hip. “You place here.”

He nods, flicking his gaze quickly to the other dancing pairs to see what they’re doing as he attempts to copy. You find it cute.

“I feel how tense your fingers are.” You comment, and his gaze snaps right back to you. His ears twitch down, airplane mode for a millisecond before they’re back up laying against his black hair.

“You can?”

“Mm,” you hum. “Relax.”

He tries to do what you say, breathing in through his chest and relaxing his hand sat against your hip but it’s hard, because he can’t help but feel the way the perky bone of your hip sticks out to his fingers and how smooth your skin is.

“Relax,” you repeat, letting a breathy giggle fall from your lips at his obvious lack of ability to do such a simple action. When his fingers finally slow and rest lazily on your skin, you smile. “For Toruk Makto, you are quite humble.”

You know completely what to do through the music, starting your hands at the base of his stomach before dragging them up to his neck and making your palms meet. “Take your hand off my hip,” you mumble. You spread your hands out across his chest, following out the length of his arms before finally meeting his hands, threading your fingers through his fingers and bringing them up and above both your heads.

You’re looking at your conjoined hands, but he’s looking at you. When you bring them down, you catch his gaze, and you’re taken slightly aback by the intensity caught in it. You slow your hands, staring at him as your mouth gently agapes.

Sprawled out on the green grass, Jake leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck as he enters you with drunken feverishly motions, groans slipping from his throat. Your legs curl around his torso, encouraging him to strive deeper into your cunt and kiss deeper at your skin. Your hands sprawl out across the map of his toned back, blunt nails catching onto his blue skin and creating tiny dinted scratches.

“Oh, my girl,” he breathes out. “Nice and warm. So— holy, so nice and warm.”

You mewl, digging your heels into the lower pinch of his back, “Jake, oh, Jake.” Your voice cracks into a edgy whine when he strengthens the pace of his cock, driving in and out of you fluently.

Breathing ragged and uneasy as you slump together, tangling in each other as you bask in the after moments of sex. Your tails curl together, wrap around each other and you sigh. Jake presses a gentle kiss at your forehead, rubbing his thumb on the fat of your thigh.

It was like that for a long time. Constant banter and flirting until you both gave in and ravaged each other, banging it out like there was no tomorrow. But you weren’t a couple, hadn’t taken it to the next step to connect your tsaheylos because why rush when you both can just be comfortable in an fun, open sex friends-with-benefits sort of deal? You were both fine with it, and there wasn’t anything that could change that.

But then came the random little pains and spikes in your belly, the nausea that sometimes grew when you ate, the increasing aching tender of your breasts.

You chew on your lip hard, praying to Eywa herself that it isn’t what you think it was.

The Tsahik tells you otherwise, and within seconds of her fingers grazing the skin over your belly, she nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” you rush.

“Silence, child. If you let me speak, I shall tell you.” Mo’at snaps. You nod violently, lips sealed close as you wait anxiously for her next sentence. “Eywa has blessed you with a gift,” she flats her palm on your stomach, unable to hide the gentle smile that stretches on her wrinkled face. “You are with child.”

You gulp, a mix of emotions running through you all at once. You slide your hand next to hers, feathering at your belly and feeling the soft skin there that’ll probably be decorated with stretch marks.

It’s nerv-wracking when you see Jake next, and he’s already got that giddy grin on his face as he strides to you. “Hey,” he murmurs, scooping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the warmth of his torso. He lands a sly kiss to your jawline, and you’ve got the feeling he wants to get straight into it today.

“Jake,” you say.

“Hm?” he mutters, gliding the hot of his tongue on the area just below your jawline. His fingers snake to your loincloth, toying with the lace that holds it together.

“Jake,” you repeat, voice sterner this time and that’s when he knows to back off, brow twitching up.

“What?”

“I have to tell you something,” you utter. He blinks blindly at you. “It’s serious.”

“Okay,” he returns, not without confusion wrapped in his tone. You breathe in, attempting to calm your nerves before you’re blurting it out all in one go.

“I’m pregnant, Jake. I have your baby,” you blurt. He stares at you, face unreadable and you take it as a sign to keep on rambling, but then he places a palm on your belly with his eyes set on the movement.

He lets a breathy chuckle leave his mouth, lets a grin stretch out onto his wide lips. “You do?”

You’re surprised to say the least to his reaction. “Yes—“ your sentence halts to a stop when Jake kisses you, palming a hand on your warm cheek and you sigh onto his lips.

“That’s…” he laughs again, “That’s amazing.” He looks up at you, pupils dilating. “You’re amazing.”

He grabs your face with both hands and kisses you again, this time harder. You’re being smushed from his grip and you giggle at his hyper, letting yourself melt into his warmth.

The more your belly grew, the more your actual relationship with Jake grew. It just happened. Naturally. The man’s protectiveness grew as well, even though you could never really get him to fully admit it.

Placing a hand on your belly, leaning his head to you as he tsks. “My girl, stay in rest.”

“Jake, just because I am with child does not mean I am helpless. I am still apart of this clan, and I am still able to serve it,” you fight against him, brushing his hand off of your body and reaching for your bow. He snatches the bow just as your fingers gaze the handle, and he hangs it above his head. You try swooping it out from him but he raises it higher, smirking as you huff in frustration.

“Pretty helpless right now.” He quips, unable to fight his shit-eating grin as he watches you try to reach your bow with your waving arm. You end up huffing and puffing, placing a hand on your stomach as you give up. You suddenly groan in pain, and Jake’s smug expression drops, immediately dropping his arm to place a concerned hand on your shoulder.

You snatch the bow from his now lowered arm, rushing it to hide behind you and press at your back as you laugh mischievously. Jake snaps his head to your face, frowning until he can’t help but let a small smirk break past his facade. “Not dumb, though.”

When you’re at the final trimester, you’re big, and heavy. Your feet are puffed up and your back twitches in pain every single time you move a muscle. It’s torture. And to add onto it, your self esteem is at your lowest.

Crying on Jake’s shoulder as he rubs your back with his big fingers, nose sniffly as you weep. “Ijustdon’tunderstandwhyyyy— huAp,” a loud hiccup slips from you. “IfeelsosoarallofthetiiiiiimemybreastshurtconstantlyweirdstuffcomesoutofmewhydoesEywahatemesooo…”

He gives reassuring kisses to your forehead, eyes closed with a faint, tired smile tugged on his lips as he coos, “It’s alright, my yuey.”

You certainly do not feel beautiful.

“Got that babymama glow.” Jake adds, mumbling as he gives another smooch to your forehead. He receives a defeated whimper in response, your body curling in his form as his arm wrapped around your form tightens around you.

When the baby comes, it fucking comes. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you clench at Jake’s hand with a bone-crushing grip. Healers swarm around you like bees, holding your legs, stomach, and every patch of your body except for your head, which Jake holds with his second hand.

Jake licks at his lips. “You’re doing great, sweetie—”

“Shut the fuck up, Jake!”

“Yep, ok.”

With one final push, the baby’s out. One of the healer’s holds the baby in her arms, a hint of a smile on her face as she hands your child into your arms. Warm tears rim around your eyes as you hold your new born baby, leaning against Jake’s body as he rubs at your back. You’re able to feel his chest tremble, and when you look up to him, there’s a tear striding down his cheek. With what energy you have, you scoop your arm around his neck, bringing his head down with your head as you give him a kiss to the cheek.

He returns it with a kiss to your forehead, yet unable to take his eyes off of his baby in your arms. “My Syaté,” you whisper lovingly. Syay meaning fate, a definition tied faintly in with blessing. Her nose sniffles and twitches, tiny eyebrows crinkling before she begins to cry. Jake can’t even seem to get care, as he holds the chubby cheek of his new babygirl and he can’t help but feel a new spring of fresh tears corrupt his face.

Jake barely leaves you and the baby. He says that he must protect his family, that it’s a bigger priority than doing anything else. But you’re not sure if that’s just a big fat excuse for him to hold her for hours. Laying in his lap, as he swipes a hand over her little head and feeling the thin, small fuzz of hair on it. With you at his side, singing to her as you stroke her cheek with a soft thumb.

The fire in front of you crackles, as the night’s cool air breezes on your backs. She coos out a gurgled giggle in reply.

Sometimes, Jake’ll just have Syaté in his arms as you fall in a much needed sleep, just staring at her face because he’s still stunned at the fact that in his arms, this is his child. It boggles him. He didn’t even think he’d ever find someone to love him, let alone carry his baby. But here you are, sleeping beside his leg peacefully and your face just looks so pretty and calm that it makes him want to cry.

Holding up his baby as the people surround him in circles, swaying side to side as you watch in awe. The new child of the people’s Olo’eyktan. Jake gently holds her up, the light from the sky shining on her small body and her legs squirming a little. “Syaté!”

“Syaté,” they repeat, echoing amongst the forest and you smile, teeth shining through your lips.

Connecting her tsaheylu to the many branches of the Tree Of Souls, connecting her to Eywa. Jake can see the way her eyes light up, can see the way her lips widen in a giggly manner.

The first time taking Syaté to have a bath in the river. Jake insists that he holds her on the way, and you grin, dashing through the forest because it’s the most freedom you’ve had in a long time.

Once getting there, you both gently get into the river, as Jake cradles Syaté in his arms. He holds her above the water until you give him the signal to lower her. The water swims at her feet, goes in between her little toes and she makes a noise at the feeling of it. He shifts his hand in a cup-like form, ripping it over his baby’s head gently. Slowly, he lowers her down into the river. You laugh gently at the way she screws up her face. “I know, babygirl. It’s a bit cold,” Jake chuckles.

She awkwardly blinks away the water that drops into her eyes, dripping at her black eyelashes and Jake wipes it away with his thumb before she could whine about it. Jake then shifts his eyes to you whisking through the stream, hair wet and following you as it flows weightless amongst the water. You end your swim in front of him, sneakily dipping your head over and blowing raspberries on Syaté’s chubby belly. She giggles immediately, the sound pure music to Jake’s ears.

Jake goes to give a million kisses to her cheek, nuzzling his nose in her skin as she ropes out rounds of uncontainable laughter. You start to laugh as well, and Jake can’t help but laugh, too.

Once back from the river, you sit in the open gap between Jake’s legs, Syaté a sleepy mess in warm your arms. She sucks at your breast with a new born baby hunger, even going as far to push a tiny hand on it to give her more. You rub at her tummy with the soft of your palm, mumbling your songcord. The fire in front of you is warm and orange, illuminating against the blue of your skin and creating a glowy atmosphere. Jake sighs through his nose, sliding a hand up and down your thigh as his legs fold under yours.

The heart beating in his chest is full, and he can’t name anywhere he would rather be. He rakes a few fingers through your hair, landing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck as contentment fills in his body, his mind brewing with the sense to protect. To protect his new-found family.

[normspellsman]

A Lesson in Pinky Promises

part one | part two (wip)

pairing: jake sully x daughter!reader

genre: angst to fluff & comfort (from jake to reader)

word count: 3.3k+

warning(s): mentions of reader being bullied for looks – reader has 5 fingers, kids being mean, physical + verbal harassment, reader being sad, reader feeling like she doesn’t fit in, jake calling reader babygirl (cuteness overload fr), mentions of self inflicted injuries, mentions of children hurting you, reader looks up to jake + feels unworthy of being the heir of the olo’eyktan title, jake being angry, cursing, both jake + reader crying, & reader having self-loathing thoughts / being mean to herself

request details: here!

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word bank: sempul — father, sempu — daddy (term of endearment), ‘evenge — girl, sa’nok — mother, eywa / great mother — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in, toruk — last shadow; large winged creature jake rode in the first film, syulang — flower, & ‘angtsìk — hammerhead titanothere

note: the reader is the eldest child of jake in this fic & is around 11-12 years old. set wayyy before the events of atwow. there will be a part 2 to this since someone requested something similar to this but w/ lo’ak & i couldn’t pass up the opportunity 🤭. be on the lookout for part 2 <3

You wished that you were more like your Father.

Your Father held this kind of confidence wherever he went. You guessed being Olo’eyktan would do that to you over time. He took every insult and objection to his rule with stride. You wanted to be like him one day, especially since you were the next in line for his position when he decided it was time for him to step down.

But it was hard. Really hard. The children around your age loved teasing you for your ten fingers and ten toes. They often pulled at your pinky and tried to pry it from your hand, giggling at how it looked and your reaction to it, hissing in pain as they basically almost dislocated the finger. They also reached out towards your hairy eyebrows, plucking at them to observe the strange hair further. Many had also called you demon or fake due to your mixed heritage. They loved making your life hell and took joy in hurting your feelings with their harsh words. Of course they never dared to do anything like that around your parents or siblings, deciding to do it whenever you were alone or training.

You felt insecure about your five fingers, often trying to hide it or make it look more like the other four fingered hands of your fellow acquaintances. You’ve injured yourself a couple of times trying to hide your pinky, bruising it or spraining it multiple times. You never meant to hurt yourself but it always happened whenever you did it. You just wished you looked more like the children your age than your Father.

You absolutely loved your Father and looked up to him so much. But it was hard looking like him when his past kind had caused so much pain and suffering to your Mothers people. It was a constant reminder that you had to work twice as hard as compared to your younger brother, Neteyam, to get the acceptance of The People. They always had their eyes on you, watching your every move, ready to criticize everything you did wrong. Nothing was ever good for them. Not good enough to live up to your Father, to be the next leader of your clan.

You never told your parents about how you felt or what the children your age did, dealing with it yourself. It wasn’t very good that you kept it to yourself but you felt like you had no choice. You didn’t want to worry your parents with what was happening, didn’t want to seem weak in front of them. You wanted to be strong like your Mother and Father, strong heart like those before you. Surely both of your parents experienced more traumatizing things throughout their lifetime than what you were going through. You could handle it yourself.

But, alas, you failed at having it handled.

Hours prior to where you were currently, crying as you cradled yourself with your knees to your chest, was probably one of the worst things you’ve experienced throughout your whole twelve years of life.

The regular group of bullies that teased and hurt you had taken it to the extreme, encircling you as they pushed you around and yelled insults at you, eventually grabbing at whatever body limb they could and punching it with as much strength they could muster. At the end, you were covered in bruises and bloody. You were pretty sure your right pinky was broken, it being stepped on by a kid you sure was named Keno.

You limped all the way to your secret hideout, delaying going home as much as you could. You had the plan of cleaning and patching yourself up with the limited supplies you had stashed away before going home late into the night. You were probably going to stay hidden for another hour or so, way past when you’re supposed to be home and were probably going to do that for the next couple of days before you healed completely. You didn’t need either of your parents to fret after your every move if they found out.

What you didn’t know was that your Father had seen you rush out into the thick foliage of the forest, calling out your name, which you didn’t hear. So, he followed you.

Jake had tried his best to stay quiet, expertly stepping over rogue twigs and sticks that were strewn across the forest floor. He kept his breathing steady as he urged forward, staying far enough behind you so that your enhanced senses couldn’t sense his presence but close enough to still see where you were going. He knew that he probably shouldn’t be following you, but his Father instincts were telling him to follow after you. There was something clawing at Jake that told him you were not okay.

Growing up, you told your Sempul everything. There was nothing that you kept from your Father and he felt his heart swell every time you ran up to him, bouncing with excitement as you hurriedly told him everything about your day or something new you just learned in training. He’d always scoop you up in his arms and tickle your belly before lending a listening ear to you, hanging on to every word you spoke. Jake missed the days where you would come to him and just talk. Recently, your visits had become few and far in between. Of course he acknowledged that you were growing older and needed to keep some things to yourself, but he couldn’t help but feel that there was something else that was keeping you from reaching out to your Sempul. And he knew that following you to wherever the hell you were going was most likely going to reveal the reason why. At least, he hoped so. He just wanted to help you. You were his little girl and he’d do anything to make sure that you were safe and sound.

You stopped before a small clearing, discreetly checking over your shoulders in paranoia. You knew that no one had seen you rush out to the forest, but still, you needed to make sure of it before continuing on. Once you were satisfied that no one was around, you continued forth.

Jake wasn’t necessarily shocked to say the least when he saw where you were going. He was pretty sure that some kids came out here to do whatever the hell children did, but didn’t suspect you to be one of them. Lo’ak seemed to the one who would.

A few years back, when still dealing with the aftermath of the RDA’s equipment and all the shit they left behind, the clan had decided to leave alone some of their labs or established campsites, marking it as outskirts of the forest where children were not allowed to visit. And you had claimed the closest one to Home Tree. Well, it wasn’t completely yours but you were the one who frequented it the most so you found it suiting to call it your hideout.

The Olo’eyktan shook his head as he watched you open the metal door with a small grunt, walking inside while holding your side in a pained expression that Jake missed as your back faced towards him.

Every inch of your body ached. You were more than certain that multiple bruises covered your azure skin and that scratches from your bullies' pushes and nails littered its expanse. It sucked. Being treated this way by people who you were supposed to lead one day. Feeling like you weren’t enough to become clan leader when the Great Mother deemed it necessary. It all made you feel like perhaps Neteyam was more deserving of the title, albeit him being only eight years old. In your eyes, he was the perfect image of what a true Na’vi should be. Four fingers on each hand and foot, no eyebrows on his brow bones, and he practically oozed confidence and leadership whereas you, you were you. A five-fingered freak who will only ever be seen as outcast, alien, and a monster. Your entire existence was a reminder of what the sky people did to the natives of Pandora. Of what they stole from them. Of the lives they greedily took. How could you be a leader to people who only ever saw you as such? Who didn’t even want you there in the first place?

“Fuck!” You hissed, hot electric pain shooting up your entire body as you attempted to clean the wounds scattered across your skin. It didn’t help that you only had one working hand as well. It hurt too much to move your right hand, your pinky always wanting to follow its fellow fingers in whatever movement you did. So, you opted to just use your left for addressing your wounds, which was a much harder task than you thought.

Fucking pathetic, you thought, getting angry at yourself. You couldn’t take one little beating without crying and groaning in pain. What kind of future leader are you? You’re supposed to be strong. Take beatings in stride.

You were abruptly pulled from your self-loathing thoughts with a loud cough, making you freeze in your spot. As your eyes slowly traveled to your Fathers figure in the doorway of the metal infrastructure, you knew that you were fucked. Like, really fucked.

Anxiety exploded within your chest, causing you to gulp, trying to swallow it down so you didn’t seem weak in front of your seemingly impenetrable Father. He was everything you wanted to be. Everything you couldn’t be.

“What is this?” He asks, voice surprisingly calm. He hadn’t been able to properly see your figure when he followed you through the dark forest, not seeing the full extent of your injuries. He didn’t even know that you were injured.

“Uh, nothing, just…got done with sparring and needed to clean myself up,” you responded, eyes never meeting those of Jake’s. You knew better not to. For if you did, you’d spill everything that happened to you and how you felt. You could never lie to your Sempul, which is why you tended to avoid him whenever you got into another scuffle with the other children.

Jake puts his hands on his hips as he stands there, not believing your words. You knew he wouldn’t. Your Father was great at knowing whether or not you were telling the truth, the avoidance of his gaze being one of them. His shadow from the door seemed towering and all consuming as it nearly reached your dangling toes from where you sat atop of a metal table.

“Do not lie to me, ‘evenge,” he grumbled, face scrunched into an unreadable expression. “What happened? Why are you bleeding?” He continued, serious concern laced within his voice. Jake didn’t even need to take a handful of steps before he was in front of you, kneeling to match your height.

You refused to speak, eyes looking everywhere except for your Fathers face. You just couldn’t. You needed to be strong, strong heart at this moment. For if you didn’t, you’d feel as if you were too weak for your birthright.

The man in front of you sighed out, moving his head to try to catch your gaze, “Baby girl, please. Tell me what is wrong so Sempu can fix it,” he pleaded. He was so desperate to help you, you could hear it evident in his voice.

You shook your head as tears stung your eyes, tightly screwing them shut to prevent them from spilling out. But, your Father pleaded with you again.

“Please, baby girl. What happened? Why are you hurt?” He softly asked, tears pricking his own waterline as you refused to tell him anything. He felt like he did something wrong for you to not want to tell him what happened. Like he failed at being a Father. Was he not there enough for you? Did he say something to you that made you scared to open up to him? He racked his brain for a million things.

Hearing the crack of emotion within his voice is what persuaded you to break in front of your Father, tears continuously falling down your cheeks as they escaped from the corner of your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jake cooed, bringing you into his arms, now fully seated on the cold floor as he brought you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you, gently running a hand through your hair in hopes to calm you down. Sobs racked your body and Jake felt helpless. He wanted to help you so badly but he couldn’t do anything without knowing the reason you were upset. It broke him to see his little girl like this.

“It’s okay, princess. Whatever it is, I swear Sempu won’t be mad. I just want to make it better,” he whispered, gently and slowly rocking from side to side, something he did frequently when you were a toddler and had trouble falling asleep. It never failed to make you sleepy and passed out in his arms when you were smaller.

Eventually, you caved and told him everything. How mean the other kids are. How they like to pull and tug at your pinky. How they routinely pick at you and beat you. How they beat you an hour prior and probably severely hurt you. How they love calling you colorful names. How small and insignificant they made you feel. You told him how inadequate you felt as the heir to his title. How much of a freak you were and how the People deserve a true leader, someone like Neteyam. How it felt like the whole world was on your shoulders. You let it all out. And by the end, you ran out of tears to cry and your body stopped shaking, hiccups escaping past your lips as you laid there wrapped up in your Fathers arms.

Jake listened as you cried and sobbed out how you felt and what was going on. How you felt like you had to hide what was happening in order to seem strong and worthy of being a leader. How you wanted to be strong like him and Neytiri. How you felt like you needed to deal with all of this on your own in order to feel like you deserved the title of heir to the Olo’eyktan throne. The more you spoke, the more Jake felt his heart break into two. He felt awful for not noticing how you were struggling. He was your Dad, he was supposed to know when you weren’t feeling well and coke comforted you. But instead, he became too consumed with his duties to the clan and neglected you in the process.

“Oh, my little star, I am so sorry,” Jake utters, tears falling down his face as he finally got you to break and bare your troubled spirit to him. He felt saddened at how you felt but angry towards the children who relentlessly teased you about your differences.

“You are not a freak or a monster. You are my daughter. A product of your Sa’nok and I’s love. You are a part of me as you are your Mother. You are a result of a story that will forever be known by the people of Pandora. You are the new hope for the future. You are every part Na’vi as the rest of your siblings. You are the fruit of those who came before you and proof that you are meant to be here, to be the next leader of your people,” he gently said, tone firm and serious. He meant every word that he said.

“Your spirit is strong, so is your heart. Strong heart,” he added, making you pull away from the safety and comfort of his neck to face him. You’d never thought you’d ever hear those two words come from his mouth. You never thought you were worthy enough to bare those words on your shoulders like your Mother and Father did. You felt comforted by his words, validated by them.

“I need you to promise me that you will tell me the next time you ever feel this way again, baby girl,” he commented, bringing up one of his hands as he extended his last finger and balled the rest up into a fist, “Pinky swear it.”.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the action, not knowing what it meant or what you were supposed to do. “A what?” You questioned, voice hoarse from all the sobbing you did.

“A pinky promise,” Jake answered, a small smile on his face, “It’s something humans did back on Earth. They did it to make promises together and ensure that no one breaks it.”.

You nodded in understanding, bringing out your non-injured pinky and wrapping it around your Father’s, giggling as he slightly tugged your intertwined fingers to make sure that the promise you made him was stable and unbreakable.

“You cannot break this promise, ‘evenge, or there will be consequences,” Jake commented, tone mixed with playfulness and seriousness.

“What will happen if I break it, Sempu?” You asked, slight worry laced within your voice. Your Mother always warned you to stay away from tawtute things, or things that were foreign in general. So Jake introducing something human to you made you nervous. A million things ran through your head as to what could happen to you if you broke the promise you just made with your Father, temporarily distracting you from your chaotic thoughts.

Jake smirked, the tip of his fangs poking out from his lips and catching on the flesh of the bottom one. “If you break the greatest oath there is, the pinky promise, then the great toruk will come down and snatch you up!” He exclaimed, head going in between your neck and shoulder to blow raspberries into your jugular, causing you to shriek out a giggle.

Your feeble attempts at trying to push away your Father from your sensitive neck were all for nought, shrieky giggles escaping your lips as he continued his attack on your neck as he brought up his free hand to tickle the side of your stomach, his other one still intertwined with your pinky.

“Okay! Okay!” You panted, finally pushing your Father from your poor neck, “I won’t ever break our pinky promise!”.

Jake laughed at your reaction, smiling as he brought up your still connected pinkies, “Good, I’d hate to lose you to the mighty toruk.”.

You giggled out in response as well, wiggled your small finger from your Fathers much larger and stronger one, placing it back into your lap. You had a big smile on your face, matching the one of your Fathers as he lovingly gazed down at you.

The relaxed atmosphere didn’t last for long though, your face dropping once the painful throbbing in your body returned. You forgot about the events that happened hours prior, your Father being a great distraction. But nothing sweet lasts forever.

Jake seemed to catch onto your now saddened mood, frowning along with you. He hated seeing you in pain, whether that be physically or mentally. He hated it.

“Want me to help you clean up, syulang?” He softly asked, pushing some of your braids away from your dropped face, hooking two of his fingers underneath your chin so you looked up at him.

You only nodded in response, wrapping your arms around the back of your Fathers neck before placing your head on his shoulder, seeking his warmth as comfort. Your body was no longer running on adrenaline and all of your injuries seemed to hit you like an ‘angtsìk. Pain and sleepiness was the only thing you were able to feel in the moment, letting out a little yawn against your Fathers azure skin.

“Okay, baby girl,” he whispered, putting one of his hands behind your head as he began to sit up, “I got you. Just sleep, okay? Sempu’s got you.”.

And sleep you did. You soundly slept as Jake quietly and gently cleaned the blood and dirt off your skin, promising to deal with the children that did this to you. No one would hurt his little girl and get away with it. He’d personally see to it that they won’t.

[tonowarii]

Ok but can we talk about Jakes massive praise kink? Not even just in bed but in everyday life

Jake: *comes back after a successful hunt, completely exhausted*

Reader: nice job today Jake! I’m proud of you!

Jake: *perks up and IMMEDIATELY starts purring, his lil tail going wild*

NO BC THAT MAN WILL HAVE THAT SIGNATURE GOOFY SMILE ON HIS FACE

TELL ME HE WON'T BE LIKE THIS WHEN YOU PRAISE HIMMM

jake huffs, entering the tent. it had been another successful hunt led by him.

he puts his stuff away neatly to the side as he walks toward where you were.

"oh, ma jake, you're back." you smile, although jake doesn't reply, he just hugs you, burying his face onto your neck.

you rub his back soothingly to ease his muscles from their work.

pulling him away so you could cup his cheeks, he stares at you, eyelids almost giving in to their heavy weight.

"i'm so proud of you, ma jake."

instantly his face lights up, tail perking up and swaying side to side behind him as he grins widely, fangs revealed.

"you've done well today, you must rest." you stroke his cheeks with a smile, finding the expression of your husband oh so adorable.

"you really think i did great?" his voice finally filling your ears, letting out a hum, you nod.

jake once again buries his face onto your neck, arms wrapping around you in a hug as a low rumble emitted from him, his tail still perked and swaying.

you laugh, your husband often had no difference with a child at times, and you find it endearing.

you would see that man blush like no other and he'd be completely at your service 🙏

[midnightsapphire]

Hoodie

pairings : human!jake sully x human!reader ; navi!jake sully x navi!reader

warnings : abandonment, angst no comfort, eventual unrequited love

synopsis : you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been

Break My Heart (Part 2)

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You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)

What I still got in my closet (sad but true)

“You look cold, kid.” His voice rang out through the empty lab, nearly spooking the young biologist out of her stool as she tore her eyes away from the microscope, glancing down at the wheelchair clad man that she didn’t even know wheeled into her space. A small smile creeped onto her face as she turned to face the man, shrugging her shoulders as she rubbed her numb hands together to cause some heat. 

“And you look like you’re not supposed to be here after hours.” She teased back, raising a taunting eyebrow as Jake rose his hands in defense, a crooked smirk adorning his own face as he wheeled himself next to her, eyeing the many loose papers strewn across her desk, no doubt putting in some extra work away from the prying eyes of her companions- more like competition. 

“Guilty. Couldn’t just leave a pretty thing like you here alone, could I?” Jake said with a breathless laugh, head tilting as he saw (Y/N) turn back to her work, flicking the small knobs of her microscope, eyes furrowed as she tried to get a clear shot of the wild vegetation collected by her’s truly. 

“Why are you really here, Jarhead?” (Y/N) teased lightly, twitching when she felt nimble fingers poke her side playfully, only then glaring at Jake as he leaned as best he could, draping a tattered old hoodie across her shoulders, instantly bringing warmth not only to her cold shoulders, but to her reddening cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured you’d still be awake so.. I wanted to keep you company.” He said with a sheepish smile, one that he only held around her. 

“Well, make yourself useful and write this down.” (Y/N) teased, describing everything she saw as Jake hurriedly grabbed a pen, jotting whatever he could catch, far too distracted by the animated way she spoke to write every single detail. 

I slip it on over my shoulders

Something I'll never get over

It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

“You won’t guess where we’re at.” Jake said in amazement the moment the link broke, disconnecting himself to his avatar, dragging his motionless legs out of the chamber as he slid himself into his wheelchair that (Y/N) graciously held still until he got himself situated.

“Do you know how wreckless that was?! You could have gotten hurt.” She sighed in relief, draping herself across his body into a tight hug as he patted her back, laughing to himself at the concern written all over her face.

His hands drifted to the rough material of his hoodie, a warmth spreading through his chest as he slightly pulled away from her body, glancing at her head to toe as she looked at him in confusion.

“What?” She asked, the sleeves of his hoodie stretched over the palms of her hands, tugging at the end of the hoodie as it wrinkled over her waist when she had engulfed him into a tight hug, now resting over the middle of her thighs.

“You’re wearing it.” He hummed, pulling playfully at the sleeve as she scoffed, swatting at his shoulder.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the smug smirk dancing across his face as she turned to hide the blush on her face. “It.. It calms me. Reminds me that eventually, you’ll be back.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, one Jake had to strain his ears to hear. Gently, he slung his hand into the hole of the sleeve, intertwining their hands. “For you? I’ll always come back.”

I can't keep your love

I can't keep your kiss

Gave you everything and all I got was this

“I’ll always come back.”

What a liar he was.

Day in and day out. Jake Sully found himself spending any chance he could in the link chambers, engrossed in all Pandora offered.

In all Neytiri offered.

(Y/N) had only heard fleeting whispers among the other scientists, how Jake Sully had found himself enamored by the chief’s daughter, who was assigned to teach him the ways of the people.

At first, it didn’t bother her. But with every growing day, every missed chance at conversation, it weighed on the woman’s heart as she saw his retreating back, not a word or greeting to her as she embarrassingly lowered her raised hand in greeting to him.

“She’s pretty.” (Y/N) mumbled, breaking the silence as she leaned over Jake’s unsuspecting shoulder. His body moved faster than his mind did, whipping his head towards her saddened gaze as his eyes softened.

“Sweetheart, you scared me.” He whispered, taking his hand in hers as he pulled her onto his lap. 

“Is that..?”

“Neytiri. She’s been teaching me everything I know. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen!” Jake said enthusiastically, his hands waving about as he spoke of the beautiful flora of Pandora, the Omaticaya, their customs.

(Y/N) couldn’t help herself, leaning forward as she cupped his face in her hands, bringing him in for a gentle kiss that left them both speechless.

“What was that for?” Jake asked with a gentle laugh, resting his forehead against hers.

“You wouldn’t shut up.”

“Think you might have to do it again, kid. I still have so much to talk about.”

I'm still rocking your hoodie

And chewing on the strings

It makes me think about you

“Will this work, Norm?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly, eyeing the growing avatar in the chamber as she nervously bit at the drawstrings of Jake’s hooding. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked at the splitting figure of herself, but much taller, more defined, more blue.

“Of course! It should be ready by the end of the week, then you can surprise your little lover boy.” Norm teased, tilting his head to the unaware marine hunched over his own desk, most likely reciting the native language lest he get yelled at again by his mentor. 

(Y/N) looked back at the encased chamber, glee filling her chest at the thought of exploring the world with the ex-marine, of learning- seeing the things he had talked so much to her about in the dead of night. 

“I can’t wait..”

So I wear it when I sleep

I kept the broken zipper

And cigarette burns

It was finally the day, the fateful day that she showed the love of her life the new addition she had worked so hard to achieve. Her fingers danced along themselves as she listened to the instructions the other scientists had given her, testing her motor skills before giving her the okay to venture out of the cramped lab. 

(Y/N) glanced around the wild flora of the world around her, almost in amazement as she took deep breaths of the native air. She walked along the soil, allowing it to dig in between her toes as she adjusted to the foreign terrain. 

“Jake?” She called out once she had reached the outskirts of the village, clutching the material of Jake’s hoodie close to her chest, finding any comfort she could in the smell of his cologne, the fading smell of cigarettes that lingered from the lab. 

“We have mated before Ewya.” She heard his familiar voice speak boldly to the people, hand clenched tightly into- who she assumed- was Neytiri’s hand. 

 (Y/N) felt her world stop as she saw Jake’s larger figure finally come to view, her hand loosening on his hoodie as she let out a breathless gasp. 

All those late night kisses.

The soft whispers into the night.

It had all been a lie. 

Still rocking your hoodie

Baby, even though it hurts

Jake’s ear twitched at the sound of movement at the edge of the forest, excusing himself momentarily as he followed the source of the sound, swearing he had seen a flash of blue dart away as he pushed away several leaves. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped on a soft material, glancing down at his feet as his heart stopped. 

His hoodie. 

The one he knew you never dared to take off. 

[sulieykte]

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya Reader Warnings: explicit smut, thigh riding, age gap, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, corruption, power imbalance, a nice little mix of praise and degradation, not a single hint of plot. Word Count: 1.2k a/n: this is probably a surprise to everyone including me who didn't intend to write it until @andraga12 and @jakexneytiri got me riled up about dilf Jake. Inspired by nasty - russ (blame andra) and oxytocin - billie eilish, I'd recommend listening to either or both while reading. So in honour of fathers day, here's some thigh riding with dilf!jake. Click to join my taglist. Requests are open.

Half moons indent the skin of his back where your fingers grasp to steady yourself, and if it pains him he doesn’t show it. His face is unchanged since the first orgasm he’d forced you to ride out and his refusal to help you in your endeavour still standing as you neared your fourth.

His heavy lidded gaze had barely strayed from your face since the moment he’d dragged you down onto his thigh, his five fingered hand catching your jaw when you’d tried to look away, commanding that your eyes didn’t leave his. And who were you to refuse? You were a warrior in your own right, but he was your Olo’eyktan, the man who’d led your father in battle against the Sky People. 

“Come here, baby.” When the foreign word had left his tongue, you’d repeated it softly, baby, brow furrowing as you tried to place its meaning, but nevertheless you had done as you were told. Obedient as you always were, you’d crossed the Marui with no idea what the next hour would hold for you.

“Jake– I can’t.” Your slick coating his thigh made the slide easy, but the ache of your swollen bud and the burn that had started in your thighs had now reached your hips. Your hips don’t stop their circling, even as you complain because despite it all, despite the shame that showed in the blush that coated your cheeks and neck, you wanted what he had promised. “Please Jake, I-I just want–”

“Jake?” He tilts his head, a smile crossing his lips that you can’t help but return, even as he tenses his thigh underneath you, a gasp replacing your attempt to correct your mistake and call him by the name he’d asked, that you aren’t even sure you remember anymore.

“D-Daddy? Please.”

“What else could you want, baby? Daddy’s being so good to you, letting you use his thigh like this.” He shakes his head, his thumb catching a tear before it could reach the corner of your lips. “And you look so pretty doing it, it feels good doesn’t it?” You whimper as his fingers dig into your hips, the first aid he’s given you. “You’re doing such a good job, just one more, baby.”

You nod in assent. You could do one more, but he'd said that before the last, and the one before that. He’d stood firm each time, no matter how much you begged and cried for him to give you his cock, never relenting as he leant back on his arms, watching you writhe over him with a look you would usually only associate with hunger.

Finding new pressure in the way he urges your hips back and forth along the length of his thigh, his leg bouncing to meet the pace he set. You clench around nothing, heartbeat throbbing at your aching clit. It’s not enough and you can’t hold on for much longer. He tuts as your head falls into his neck, tears soaking his skin as you fall into the embrace. 

His movements stop and you feel your high ripped away and any attempt to chase it hindered by his bruising grip on your hips stilling your frantic attempts to roll your hips.

“What did daddy tell you, huh?” His voice is so low, you feel it vibrate against your chest. “Told’ya you needed to look him in the eyes, didn’t he?” You nod against his neck, sniffling against his skin, not quite ready to leave the comfort it provided. “Don’t tell me your going all shy on me now, not when you’re so close. You want daddy’s cock, don’t you? Why should daddy give you his cock if you can’t follow one simple instruction?”

“N-No.” Your voice comes out much less sure than you intended as you exit your hiding place. “I can, m’sorry daddy. please.” Your voice breaks through the sobs that wrack your form as you tighten your thighs around his, doing anything you can do to chase the pressure your clit craves. 

It’s not enough, his hands releasing their grasp on your hips to hook under your thighs. Time slows, heat rushing your veins as his fingertips inch close enough that your core throbs, hips stuttering forward in anticipation of his touch which never arrives as he pulls your legs apart, denying you any friction. You meet his eyes, blood rushing to your head at the intensity of his gaze.

He seems happy with this, as you flush under his attention and release his hold, your body shuddering at the loss of sensation even as it’s replaced with hard muscle. 

“Baby, you’ve been doing so well for me. Lookin’ so beautiful dripping all over my thigh.” His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in closer as he reaches to push back a strand of hair that had become stuck to your face by sweat and tears. “Daddy loves watching you, sweet thing. You were so close weren’t you?” You nod, tears falling freely, heavy as they land on his chest. “Go ahead baby girl, let me hear you.”

Your heart races as you nod, rolling your hips as fast as your aching muscles allow. He catches your face in his hand, his thumb running along your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to let your sweet moans free. “That’s it baby, come on you can do it.” You gasp as he tenses his thigh beneath you, his tail rocking you along as you run your cunt along his leg, your slick dripping onto the ground beneath you. “It feels so good doesn’t it?” 

“Y-Yes daddy, feels–” Your breath catches, a whimper replacing any words, your mind struggling to gather a single thought as the tension builds in your stomach. Breath unsteady as you near your release. 

He laughs, it sounds warm but his eyes are glazed with lust as he watches your mouth open and close in search of the words you want to tell him. “It’s that good, huh? Too fucked out and you haven’t even had daddy’s cock yet. Baby, if this is too much for you, I don’t know if you can handle it.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you can, you can and you will because he promised and you’d been so good. But the coil snaps, thighs convulsing as your release rushes over you, drenching both of your thighs. His eyes never leave your face as you come undone, cries filling the Marui with no regard for who might hear until your throat has little more left to give.

Body spent, you fall forward, tears streaked face pressing into his neck, surprised when he doesn’t admonish you and instead pulls you further into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you into his embrace. 

“Baby, you did so good. Listened to daddy so well.” He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyelids are heavy, it’s so warm, so safe in his arms it would be so easy to allow sleep to take you. “My patient girl, you deserve a reward.”

taglist: @pandoraslxna,@teyamsbitch,@iwantjaketosullyme,@thehoneymushroomhealer,@neteyamyawne,@amalaaaa11,@athenalikethegoddess

[refiwrites]

avatar: the way of water is going to be showing soon and i swear to god if no one makes new fics from it i will CRY

[beaniebeensbaby201]

SOULMATES

Lmk for pt2

Jake Sully x reader

Summary: y/n and Jake have had feelings for each other for a while. The only problem is that y/n's parents have forced her to be mated with Zo'at who was a great warrior. (Her parents are very close friends with Mo'at and Eytukan,(to make it clearer Mo'at is y/n's Aunt.)This is before the battle in the first film.

Fluff, angst,? Lmk for smut in pt 2

It was night, many people in the village had gone to sleep except two Na'Vi's. Jake sully and y/n who were yet to be tired.

"Where are we going?" Y/n continues to giggle as she hops over the branches as she stares up at the forest.

The forest glowed, Jake grabs onto her tail as she giggled once again.

"You'll see! Come!" She takes his hand in hers as she calls for her Ikran.

"Won't we get in trouble?" Jake asked not wanting to get on the bad side of her uncle.

"Please, I'm the master at sneaking out. I used to teach Neytiri when we were younger so we could swim at night, or have sleepovers together." Jake smiled, her heart stopped as she felt her cheeks burn.

She knew she was wrong for falling for another man, essentially a Dreamwalker. She didn't love Zo'at as he was too hard headed, as Jake was kind, he cared for her feelings and they held a close bond with one another.

Jake hopped onto The great leonopteryx(Neytiri mated with Tsu'tey as she knew she was not meant for Jake).

I looked to my left at Jake as he was already looking at me, his eyes held a different meaning, but I could not tell what it was.

I was nervous, as Jake was going to be one of us tomorrow, he was meant to find a woman, and he would be able to make a bow from the home tree. I know I was meant to be with Zo'at, but I do not love him.

Jake and I raced up the mountain I found while I was riding my Ikran earlier today.

"Where are we going?" He asked, I pointed up as he followed my finger.

"You'll love the view!" I shouted over the wind as I looked back at him.

We finally reached the mountain as our Ikrans were resting near each other.

"How did you find this place?" I hummed as I squatted, looking down as I saw the Sacred tree.

"I got into an argument with my parents today. They want me to mate with Zo'at soon." I sighed, closing my eyes as I sat down on my butt, my legs dangling as I stared down.

"What did you say?" Jake said, nobody in the clan knows that we were secretly together, besides Neytiri as she would help me lie when I am not there.

I smiled sadly, as I played with the end of my braid where my tsaheylu is.

I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the tears fall down my cheeks.

"My parents found out about us, they do not want me to teach you our ways. Neytiri will be taking over, starting tomorrow. We can not be seen anymore." I let out a heave as I was trying to hold back a sob.

"I do not love him Jake, I love you!" I cried, getting up from my spot by the edge of the cliff I let out a shout.

"You shouldn't let your parents control who you should love." I shake my head.

"Mo'at is my aunt, she wants me to be the next leader after Neytiri. I am meant to be the nest Tsahik. My mother wants me to mate and bond with Zo'at. He is so arrogant, he thinks he's mighty he is not for me. I told them that I have found a mate, but when they realized who it was they told me to leave you." Jake takes my hand in his as I was now facing him, but I could not look into his green eyes.

"Zo'at and I have grown up together. My parents have decided since the day we have first met. We were seven, but I am twenty years old now. I am not a child anymore, I could choose the man I love without my parents consent. You are who I want. Even if you are a skydemon, but I do not see you that way." I rambled, my heart continued to shatter.

I felt his hands leave mine as he places them on my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"I love you, y/n. The niece of Mo'at, the next heir of the Tsahik. It's your choice to decide, it's not there's." Jake jabs his arms to the direction of the hometree.

His voice rasps, I lean my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

"I'm sorry Jake, but I can not love you. We have to go our separate ways now Ma Jake." I could hear his heart beat pounding against my ear a his arms around me tighten.

I felt something tickle my skin as I noticed it was one of the seeds from the sacred tree. I let out a soft gasp as many more circle us. There has to be about thirty of them circling us.

"Atokerina." I whispered, Jake hums as the vibrations from his chest tickle my cheek.

"What does that mean?" I stayed silent, as I did not know the answer myself.

"Eywa." I whisper under my breath.

"What does Eywa have to do with us?" I slowly let go of my grasp on Jake, as he continues to keep his hand on my cheek, only for it to fall to my neck.

I held my hand out as three of them softly drop on my hand.

"She wants us to be together. But my parents would not allow it, there isn't a way for us to be together." But many more came after I said this.

"I don't think Eywa liked your response." Jake said in a teasing voice, but also serious at the same time.

"We're meant to be y/n." I let out a frustrated sound, not knowing what to do.

Soon the Atokerina's disappeared as Jake and I continued to stare at the trail of floating seeds of the tree of souls.

"Tomorrow, meet me here. I want to be with you Jake Sully. I do not care what my family thinks of me, we've been together for months without them realizing, I am happy with you. Zo'at is not the one I want, it is you." I leaned up on my toes, as he was a bit taller then me.

I connect our lips together, I let out a sigh as our lips meet. I could not live without him, he is mine, and I was his.

[sicklscream]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅!

synopsis . . . in which neytiri experiences the five stages of grief after experiencing your death first hand , and getting her revenge . . .

warnings . . . atwow spoilers!! , major character death , violence , gore , major angst

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST

“T’syirana!”

The entire clan, gathered around, witnessing the birth of the mighty Toruk Makto and Tsahìk’s second born, a beautiful baby girl with big bright yellow eyes and bright blue stripes running down her face. Her hands were so small, born with four fingers, only able to wrap two of her fingers around her father’s.

The clan was in delight, the Sully’s second born was indefinitely going to be the brightest of them all. And she was. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the nature, her heart opened to all, and her hands wrapped so softly against the softness of her mother’s.

Her name was T’syirana, and she was going to be known for all of eternity, even after her selfless sacrifice.

DENIAL

Seeing her daugher, laying there, her eyes no longer holding the same brightness they always did, now only staring at her blankly. Her body covered in red, contrasting with the beautiful blue she expressed, her body laying still in her arms, Neytiri began to change her vision.

Staring into the eyes of T’syirana, she saw the same little girl that would run free in her sight, expressing her joy to the plants of Pandora, the waters of the Metkayina reef, and the creatures of the sea. She saw the girls hands running softly against the grass, she saw her heart open to her siblings, protecting them against the dangers of the sky people, and she saw her sacrifice herself to save them.

“T’syirana?” Her voice whispered, hoping this was all in her mind, that when she had descended from the sky onto the rock her mate and son’s laid with another body, that she was just witnessing another dream of scares. That her daughter wasn’t actually laying limp in front of her, but she was.

“T’syirana!”

ANGER

As the hands of her mate fell upon her shoulders, trying to bring her into his arms, she let out a heartbreaking scream, feeling anger strike up her spine. She clutched the body of her daughter into her chest, never looking away from the dull yellow eyes that once shown brightly.

Her hands were shaking in angst, her teeth baring in a snarl, her head whipping around, her eyes falling on the large boat, the boat her daughter was shot from.

Jake had never seen his mate so angry before, but he was so numb, he felt his heart lose its breath. His only hope was his wife holding onto the limp body of his first born daughter.

He can feel the anger radiating off of her, and if his body hadn’t felt so numb, he would have felt the same. But his brain had been replaying moments of you, from the moment you were born to the moment he had seen you through the scope of his rifle with a gun to your head.

BARGAINING

“Please, eywa. Please, bring my child back to me. Oh, great eywa.” Her pleasing fell on deaf ears, her cries piercing the souls of each Sully sat on that rock.

She held your head in her hands, praising to her god that she would bring you back, that the great eywa would restore life back into your lifeless body, but it did not happen. It would never happen.

Because as said 16 years ago, praises are always heard, but sometimes never answered.

DEPRESSION

Sobs fell from each Sully on that rock, their hearts splitting in two and crumbling beneath the sand, but none could overpower that of Neytiri Sully, who’s screams could be heard from back home, merely thousands upon thousands of miles away.

Her hands shook, her heart pierced, her eyes stained with tears, and no one could help her. Not one person could stop the screams that fell from her lips, not until her baby girl was brought back to her.

T’syirana Foana Te Sully was dead, but her death would never be forgotten, her sacrifice will never be in vain.

ACCEPTANCE

The moment Neytiri Sully finally laid her daughter down on the hard rock, her mind became frozen. Her memories fell to the deepest part of her brain and locked away, and the only thing keeping her stable were the hands of her husband, the soft pulling of her head, forcing her to face him and look him directly into his eyes.

“I need you to be strong. Strong heart.” His voice had been clear, although it was unclear in her head, her sobs still present, until he spoke again, “They have our daughters.”

REVENGE

Neytiri would like to add another stage to grief, one that would not heal her, nor bring her peace, but give her the feeling of satisfaction for not even half a second, but still long enough.

Her face turned from agony to rage, not even needing to speak a word before picking up the bow her father had told her to protect her clan with, her family, and stepping onto her Ikran.

She had turned into a weapon. A rage filled weapon that filled with many bullets, piercing out of her like arrows. Blood pouring from the enemies of the sky, her bow wrapping around the necks of those who did not even have what it takes to be a warrior, and never looking back.

She was danger. She was the one to be feared of, the person you needed to be scared of, because she would tear you limb from limb and have no regrets.

It was until she picked up the pieces of her bow that rage filled her entire system, overclouding any other emotion she could ever possibly feel, becoming a monster. The screams of men and women did not faze her, and the hand she used to hold a knife against the throat of a boy her daughter had befriended many years ago did not shake.

“A child for a child.”

Quaritch had laughed, speaking out his distaste towards over ever thinking of the child as his own, as it was the child of the once known Colonel Quaritch’s, he was just taken from his memories and placed into an avatar’s body.

But the second the boat had started sinking and the infamous Jake Sully had started to fight him to the death, he had started to regret his choices, just a slim bit.

But it would never matter, because T’syirana Foana Te Sully would never breath again, she would never feel the plants against her fingertips, she would never sing another lullaby again, and she would never, ever, see her family again.

At least, not in this life.

© sicklscream 2023

[ivysully]

I need someone to upload a version of Avatar 2. Where they just cut out that dreaded Neteyam scene so we can all just pretend it didn’t happen and go on with our lives

[fluloa]

omg, so may i askkkk

how about jake + jerking off hcs?? like just going into detail about how, the noises, etc etc lowkey i <3 u and think ur writing is boMB 🤭

also ik u're friggin clogged w asks so no pressure bby!!

EEEEEEE

• he’ll go at it every chance he gets, which isn’t a lot when you’re omoticayan.

• wrapping a hot hand around his cock, letting a cool sigh leave his lips as he gently starts to glide his hand up. maybe he’s thinking of the plump of a female na’vi’s chest, barely covered with thread and beads. maybe thinking about getting his hands on a good pussy, spreading wet folds apart and flatting his tongue on the hot slit. and wow, just the pure thought of pussy just gets him fully going, has pre-cum slipping from his cock and creaking into the dips of his fingers.

• he bites the palm of his free hand when he’s going at it. the poor boy just can’t help but slip out a few throaty, whiney hisses. he tries anything to silence them but it’s impossible.

• just imagine the way his abs/stomach tenses and twitches when he’s close. his palm sloppy with his saliva and bruised from the harsh bite of his edged teeth as huffy noises crack out from his mouth and muffle against it. bucking his hips up and shit because he’s that desperate for the release, just the few seconds of utter ecstasy that he craves for so much.

• the type to growl as well. his chest just rumbling with animalistic sounds as his hand is basically ripping his dick. CURLS HIS TOES TOO (unintentionally), feeling the dirt beneath his feet mend under the force.

• when he cums, he fucking cums, just ropes of cleary bluey liquid spirting out from his cock as he spits out a long moan. deep and quick breaths as he loosens from his high, his tired cock resting on his thigh as sweat dampens his forehead. <3

[celebrityxcrushes]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I want to write for our beloved na’vi guys so bad, but my head is completely empty for ideas - so if anyone has any requests, feel free to send them my way! Whether it’s a blurb, one-shot, reaction or an imagine doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not smut <33

I write for: Jake, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Tonowari and Spider.

[tonowarii]

Hi can I request a Jake sully x fem Metkayina reader x Tonowari where she is fishing by herself outside the reef as she wanted to explore the island more and they both have been searching for her all day as she is their mate and have missed her all week not knowing where she disappears to. They eventually find her there about to call the fish, they pull her to the surface causing her to release the arrow accidently as she is shocked by the sudden pulling of her body towards Tonowari and Jake with them both having a furious look on their faces about to ask her why she put herself in danger but they see a dark shape coming towards them, Tonowari quickly places her on his Tsurak, Jake getting on his too the 3 of them quickly leaving as they know how dangerous the Akula is which is close to them, they luckily escape with minor injuries. When they are safe on land, they have an angry look on their faces again both of them pacing around wondering how to approach the situation without getting angry at her, she tries to talk but they both look at her which stops her immediately knowing they aren't ready to hear what she has to say yet, Tonowari speaks first asking her why she went fishing so far outside the reef in a stern tone before Jake does knowing he has a harder time controlling his emotions than Tonowari. She looks down at the ground playing with her necklace as she is nervous to say why she went out that far to fish, Tonowari kneels down in front of her grabbing her hands before looking at Jake silently asking him to kneel down too, they both take one of her hands each both looking at her with soft eyes rubbing her hands gently, she sighs before covering her face with her hands mumbling that she wanted to surprise them with their favourite food which can only be found out there and decorate it with pretty coral and shells, they both pull her into a hug rubbing her back kissing her head saying how cute she is asking her to not go there again without at least one of them or at least taking a warrior with her before they all go back home to cook dinner together with all of them laughing and maybe them two calling her sweet names a lot, thanks!

i'm- head empty; no thoughts. just imagining im sandwiched in between these two..

i can take them (but not in a fight)

Husbands In Distress

tonowari x reader x jake sully

wc: 1.1k

warning/s: jake and tonowari worrying over you, slight fighting, these two being scary idk

gif is not mine, credits to the owner!

Holding your crossbow underwater you began calling for the fish.

You hadn’t known how long time had passed as you were looking for that one specific fish you had in mind that would very well please the two of your beloved.

That’s why you were here out past the reef, thinking it was a great idea to surprise Jake and Tonowari with their favourite food just in time before they return from their hunt.

Although back in the village, the hunting party returned earlier than expected. Jake and Tonowari excused themselves to find you, their first thought was you were in your marui, waiting for them.

Until you weren’t.

“Can’t find her.” Jake said to Tonowari as he stood outside your marui.

Tonowari and Jake both walk towards the communal area, spotting your close friend, Ronal, in which they decide to approach her.

“Ronal, have you by chance know where (Y/N) could be?”

Ronal looks up to the two, blinking in thought. “I know she said she’s going hunting outside the reef, that is what she told me.”

That simple sentence was enough to send their hearts dropping as Jake was the first one to turn on his heel, already calling for his tsurak while Tonowari nodded a ‘thank you’ to Ronal before mirroring Jake’s actions.

Ronal simply rolled her eyes at the two before going back to her work.

Believe it or not, Tonowari trusted you that you knew your way around outside the reef, but with you going without them knowing- well it was enough to worry him. Jake, on the other hand, doesn’t like it when you go venturing alone, especially outside the reef as Tonowari’s tales told him how dangerous it was.

Aha! Finally spotting the fish you were looking for hours, you smile to yourself as you aimed, closing one eye as you concentrated.

You were about to shoot when you feel yourself being yanked from out of the water a little too harshly, your finger squeezing on the trigger upon surprise as it shoots up in the air and into the ocean, the fish nowhere to be found.

Instead, you find yourself in front of Jake and Tonowari, their faces fuming.

“What on earth are you doing?!” Jake’s voice pulls you to reality and you stare at him. About to respond, you opened your mouth but Tonowari’s voice followed. “There’s no time for this now, look!” Tonowari turns to see something moving in the distance, fast.

Your eyes widened as Tonowari calls to his tsurak, since he was the one holding you, you were helplessly flung onto it as you yelped in pain. “Hey!” You exclaimed as you felt like you were being thrown around like a doll all of a sudden and you weren’t liking it one bit. The akula barely misses the two of you as it launches in the air, teeth bared as it landed back in the ocean with a huge splash.

Jake climbs upon his and he signals to Tonowari for them to go.

In almost a blink of an eye, you found yourself back at the village, Tonowari lifts you in one swift motion, your feet landing in the communal area.

Jake dismounts, standing beside you while Tonowari does the same on the other side.

You were in between the two men. You feel their hot gaze on you as you stared at the ground.

Shuddering as you felt Tonowari’s huge hand land on your back, you look up at him. He wears a soft expression, but you knew better. Under that soft expression hides anger that you have to dig for. Turning towards Jake, however, he doesn’t hide his emotions as he was looking down at you with a scowl that you could almost feel the intense heat radiating off him.

You gulp nervously. Jake jerks his head towards the direction of your shared marui, growling his words. “Let’s go.”

Making it towards your marui, you first step in as Jake followed, then Tonowari last as he seals the entrance, notifying passer-by’s that no visitors were allowed at the moment.

Turning, you find the two of them staring at each other, almost mentally debating who should start talking. The silence felt like torture. Deciding you had enough, you stepped forward, mouth open as you were about to speak.

Jake and Tonowari’s eyes snapped towards you at a bizarre speed, making you step back and shut your mouth with a defeated sigh.

Tonowari finally spoke. “Why were you out past the reef?”

You sat down on the bed, eyes trained on your necklace as you found it interesting at the time.

Out from the corner of Tonowari’s eye, he could feel Jake still fuming. Reaching a hand to touch Jake’s shoulder, he looks at him. Tonowari leans his head towards your direction and Jake sighs, his anger dissipating in him and was now replaced by worry.

Only then you return your focus towards them as you felt a finger lifting your chin up to face them. The finger belonging to Tonowari while Jake held your other hand. Their anger was completely thrown out the door as it satisfied them enough knowing you’re here.

The feeling of their hands massaging yours makes you shy away. You cover your face in your hands, knowing the reason why you almost risked your life outside the reef was just because of your love for them.

You mumble it out but they only had confused looks.

“What’s that again, honey?” Jake softly asked, prying your hands away from your face. You avoided their gaze on you as you looked up, gulping.

“I just wanted to surprise you guys when you come back… you know… with your favourite food and- and I was thinking of decorating it too- I didn’t realize how late it was and-“ You cut yourself off from your own rambling as you cringed at your words.

But Tonowari and Jake found it far from humiliating. They found it sweet, even if it did almost cause them to have a heart attack- it was sweet. They look at each other before laughing. It was your turn to glare at them, huffing and standing up but they quickly pull you back down again with a loud thud.

“That’s sweet.” Jake said.

“Next time, please bring at least someone with you- tell us you’re going outside the reef so we know. You could ask me or Jake the next time.” Tonowari advises. You sigh loudly. “Then it wouldn’t be such a surprise, wouldn’t it?”

They both chuckle at your sass before the two of them leaves a peck on both your cheeks, pulling you in a bone-crushing hug.

The hug was cut short when a stomach grumbled in protest. You and Tonowari look at Jake with a teasing expression.

Jake flusters, shaking his head. “Alright- alright I’m hungry… is that surprise dinner still up, honey?” Jake turns to you as you and Tonowari laughed.

You raise your hands to cup their cheeks, them leaning onto your touch as you smiled at your boys.

“Of course, be glad I managed to capture a few ones before you kidnapped me!”

[midnightsapphire]

Break My Heart

Masterlist ~ Hoodie (Part One)

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤 : Betrayal. An ugly feeling.

It was the only thing (Y/N) could feel after she had sworn her heart had belonged to the dreamwalker. All the promises, the shared touches, every whisper burned in the depths of her mind. She couldn’t shake the last words he had spoken to her, refusing to let him break her a second time.

Feedback is appreciated c:

A/N- a special mention to @aonungsmate who practically witnessed my insanity making this

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I will not forget

All the wonderful things you've done

And I have no regrets

Done everything except for one

(Y/N) forced herself out of the link pod when she had known the avatar was safe, away from the prying eyes of the natives and creatures alike as she took heavy breaths to calm herself. Max had rushed to her side, practically clutching her shaking body as she collapsed into his arms.

He had known better than to make any jokes, knowing how hard she had worked, how much she had wanted this for the sake of her and Jake’s relationship. His hand rubbed languidly at her back as her shaking ceased into breathy gasps, wiping her eyes as she pulled herself away from his grip.

“Wait, we have to make sure you’re okay for the next time!” Max called out for (Y/N) as she slipped on her own coat, the warmth no longer hugging her as she glanced at the man from over her shoulder.

(Y/N) thought back, the happiness draped across Jake’s face, the firmness in his stance as he held his mate’s hand, Neytiri’s hands clasped tightly into his as they stood in front of the Tsahik, the entire Omaticaya clan. It was humiliating, how much she yearned for his affections when he practically had a life without her in it this entire time.

“Trust me. There won’t be a next time.”

It's like a test, it's like a game

To see how much I can take

I'm curious to live and learn

“What happened out there? One second she was so excited to get linked in and now she won’t even speak to us.” Max sighed as he saw Jake disconnect from his own, following the dreamwalker as he had wheeled himself through the maze of desks and equipment littered across the lab.

Jake felt his heart weigh down on his chest knowing the sweater she had cherished was back with his own avatar, clutched tightly in his embrace as he ran the entire duration of eclipse to look for her, to catch any sign that he was simply imagining what he had caused, calling out her name like his life depended on it.

Because to him, it meant that and so much more.

He saw her, faintly out of the corner of his eye dashing wildly to her lab, papers clutched to her chest. She had turned into a blur in his eyes, everything fading around him as his hands moved on their own, mouth parting to call her name as she jumped in her own skin. He had sworn his heart cracked further at the tenseness of her muscles, how she avoided even turning around to give him those large doe-eyes that he had grown to love so much.

The papers fell from her grasp as she bumped her hip against one of the tables, cursing under her breath as she reached for them, every paper haphazardly laying across the floor of the lab.

Warmth. It flooded her senses.

Only now it burned at her skin as Jake’s fingertips grazed her own as they reached for the same document strewn in between them. She had seen his wheelchair first, coming into her view before she dared to look into his eyes.

“Clumsy as ever, huh?” Jake whispered lightheartedly, craning his head to meet her eyes, almost begging for her to look at him. It had only been hours since he had accidentally stumbled upon her presence. But to him, it felt like it had been eternities. She wasn’t there to greet him, to chastise him for being so reckless, to give him water and food to ensure he was at his best.

He was more than taken aback when he saw the coldness of her gaze, how frighteningly empty her irises look when met with his own. Of course, he expected nothing less, but he noticed the spark- the light- no longer reflected in her eyes the longer he held their stare. He blinked to himself when she had ripped the papers from his grasp, his fingertips chasing her touch as he grasped her wrist, nearly falling off his wheelchair as she barely glanced at him over her shoulder.

“What did I do? Talk to me, sweetheart.” Jake nearly begged, forehead scrunched as stress lines grew on his face, his hands nearly sweating in fear as she ripped her hand from his grasp, letting him stumble to catch his balance as Max hurried to grab his shoulder. Jake’s chest caved in as his breath labored, glancing at the floor in disbelief as she pulled several chairs and boxes in his way, preventing from following her without at least some resistance.

“Go back to your mate, Sully. You don’t belong here.”

So light me up and let me burn

“The days are starting to blur together. The language is a pain but you know it’s like field-stripping a weapon. Just repetition, repetition. Neytiri calls me skxawng, it means moron-”

The video log was quickly shut off, (Y/N)’s reflection glaring back at her as she ran her hands through her hair in frustration. It was pathetic, how this was the only time she could face Jake without bursting out into tears at the sight of him. Her hands clenched against her chest, breath heaving into heavy pants as she rewinded the video log, closing her eyes as she listened to his husky voice drone on and on about his experiences.

“Don’t think too much, big guy. I can feel the steam coming off your head.” (Y/N)’s laugh rang throughout the log, her form wrapping her arms around Jake’s shoulders as she affectionately rubbed their cheeks together. The sight brought a crooked smile onto (Y/N)’s actual face, her fingertips ghosting over the holographic screen as it paused momentarily on their own smiles.

If she could have frozen that moment, she would have.

“I use this old thing more than you think, sweetheart.” Jake joked, hands reaching up to cradle her hands that were placed firmly on his chest. (Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes as her hands ran themselves through what was left of his buzzed hair, pulling away slightly to look at him, the back of her fingertips brushing against his cheek.

“And what do you use it for? Certainly not for the link.”

“For you.” Jake whispered, pulling her onto his lap with a squeal leaving her lips as her arms found purchase on his shoulders, intertwining with themselves to keep her upright. Their laughter rang around the room, hands covering each other’s mouths as they tried to silence themselves, something that clearly didn’t work in their favor as kisses were placed on the palm of each other’s hands, playful bites were exchanged along the tips of their fingers, foreheads pressed together as they evened out their breaths.

“Kiss me.” Jake whispered, eyes gazing into hers as (Y/N) didn’t hesitate, molding their lips together, shifting onto his lap as she pressed their chests together. Jake’s hand aimlessly felt around, his eyes narrowing at the corner of his eyes as messily pulled away from (Y/N), her lips chasing the skin of his jaw down to his neck as he smirked, fingers hitting the button as the log faded to black.

(Y/N) met her own reflection once again, wiping off the tears that fell down her cheeks as her fingers danced along the keyboard, harshly hitting several buttons as her head fell in her hands, her shoulders shaking as loud sobs wracked her body.

File Deleted.

Tell me you've never loved me

Tell me that it wasn't real

Just say you've found somebody else

I wanna know the way it feels

“Ma’Jake, you seem too distracted.” Neytiri whispered, her hand clutching his five fingered hand tightly as he narrowly hid the IPad behind his back, his eyes softening at the woman before him she looked up at him in worry.

“I’m fine, really.” He started, but felt his shoulders droop lower at the (Y/N)’s frozen face on his lockscreen. “Actually-” Jake sighed, resting his head against Neytiri’s shoulder.

“Are we doing the right thing?” He whispered under his breath as Neytiri brushed a few stray braids away from his face, her features softening as she saw the tears building up at the base of his waterline.

“It is for the people, Ma’Jake.” She whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead before standing up from their spot on the ground before rejoining her place among the clan, greeting them respectfully.

Jake’s eyes never left the screen in his hands, almost foreign against his blue fingers as it dwarfed in size compared to his stature now. He aimlessly played another clip, the volume reverberating along the empty forest around him as he replayed the same clip over and over, his own reflection burning daggers at him as it ended once again, reminding him of how much he was a failure.

How much he failed you.

Tell me you've never loved me

Tell me it was just a lie

I wanna feel the pain

“Don’t you want to go back? It’s been days, (Y/N).” Norm pleaded, peeking his head into the room of the woman’s lab, wincing at the scattered papers, the empty trays and bags of food that littered the floor. It was horrible.

“What’s the point?” (Y/N) scoffed, brushing herself off as she peeled the sheets off from her body, fixing the makeshift bed she had made for herself in the corner of the lab as she glared holes into the fabric. Norm only rolled his eyes, pushing his way through and praying to Ewya- or any higher being, really- that she wouldn’t kill him on his way.

“You’re going. Your avatar is probably out there, starving, dehydrated. That is supposed to be your baby.” Norm scolded with a newfound confidence, dragging her out of the cramped room as she hissed at the new sudden glint of lights burned at her eyes. She followed regardless, knowing he was right.

She neglected her duties, her avatar, her own health at the expense of Jake Sully. Even the name brought distaste on her tongue as she neared the link pods. Norm ensured they stayed far away from Jake’s, now residing in the corner as (Y/N) sighed, laying back onto the gel-like bedding of the pod.

“Empty thoughts, (Y/N).”

–

(Y/N) gasped, sitting up quickly as she looked at her unfamiliar surroundings. She tested her motor skills, rolling her fingers, wrists, ankles, ensuring everything was intact before she had sat up, not yet trusting her wobbly legs. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she looked down at the various folded leaves surrounding her, dipping her fingers in a freshly lain one as she noticed someone had been leaving water for her.

But nobody knew where she had rested herself.

Her eyes glanced over her figure, warmth resting on her lap as she looked down, ripping the hoodie off her own body as she threw it aside, not caring where it had landed. Her skin felt disgusting, searing at the thought of Jake Sully taking care of her body, at least grateful she was hydrated, but not exactly thankful that he was the reason for it.

She shakily stood up, clutching the trunk of the tree nearest to her as she stabilized herself, making sure she was okay to walk before ducking through the several large leaves obscuring her view. Her ears twitched as she listened to the chirps of various animals, inhaling the sweet scent of the air before a twig snapping briefly caught her attention.

(Y/N) reached to her side, bringing out the pocketknife she had tucked into the pocket of her shorts for emergencies as she held it out in front of her, almost screeching when an arrow pierced the bark next to her head.

Her eyes widened as she glanced down the arrow, noting the vibrant feathers as the end as another arrow poked in between her shoulder blades. “Turn around. Demon.” A female voice hissed in her ear as (Y/N) listened, slowly putting her hands behind her head as she turned around, meeting the amber eyes of a female Na’vi she had known too well from Jake’s stories, the very reason she high-tailed and ran from the village.

Neytiri.

(Y/N) wanted to feel resentful towards the woman, wanted to feel anger, wanted to scream in her face. But nothing had come out, for (Y/N) couldn’t hate someone who had done nothing wrong except be guilty for the same thing she had been. The woman was in love, and for that she couldn’t fault her.

Neytiri faltered, recognizing the features on the woman, knowing how much Jake tried to hide his human devices, Neytiri was keen enough to catch glimpses of the woman. Though her features were more familiar on a smaller body than the dreamwalker in front of her.

“You are JakeSully’s person.” Neytiri whispered in disbelief, watching the somber look in the woman’s eyes when their eyes crossed. She watched the woman’s face drop, shaking her head as she spoke in broken Na’vi.

“No, not his. His.. you.” (Y/N) whispered, the woman’s ears perking as she tilted her head, slowly lowering the tip of her bow as Neytiri looked at her in confusion.

“He has not told you?”

I wanna see the light

“(Y/N), (Y/N), can you stop for a fucking second, please.” Jake pleaded, wrapping his arms tightly around (Y/N)’s figure, burying his nose into the crook of her neck as he tried to burn her natural scent into his mind, wishing- no, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time he could experience it. His chest pressed tightly against her back, forehead moving to rest against her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

“Fucking let me go, Sully.”

“No. Don’t call me that, please. Call me jar-head, a moron, anything else.” Jake whispered into her skin, leaving gentle kisses as (Y/N) finally stopped resisting his touch, faintly feeling the weight of her head lean against his.

“Neytiri-”

“Neytiri nothing, sweetheart. The sky people- our people.. They’ll kill the entire village. I thought.. giving myself to the Na’vi would make them stop- would keep them away for as long as I could knowing I was still here, until I could actually prepare myself and them. I was wrong, baby I was so wrong.” Jake pleaded, his arms tightening around her as he kissed at the skin trailing up her neck, burying his nose into her cheek as he felt the stickiness of tears, no longer knowing if they were hers or his own.

“That was a stupid reason, even you know that Jake. You lied to me. You-You mated with her.”

“For show, (Y/N). How are the RDA supposed to know the difference? I swear to you.” Jake spoke desperately, circling around the woman as he held her hands tightly against his, angling his amber eyes to meet his own as he held their intertwined hands against his chest.

“My heart, it beats for you and only you. I can’t.. I can’t imagine myself being with anyone but you, sweetheart. You’re the air I breathe, the first and last thought in my mind every waking second. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, I’m sorry I was such a fucking idiot that I didn’t show you- didn’t treat you like i should have.” He whispered, bringing their hands towards his lips as he laid soft kisses along her fingertips.

“But I see you, sweetheart. I love you.” He confessed, his heart hammering in his chest as (Y/N) craned her head to glance up into his pleading eyes.

“I don’t believe you.”

Break my heart

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“what’re you running away for?” JAKE SULLY asks like his dick isn’t the size of an extra arm, divvying up your insides. fluid hips scooping up to stroke your pretty guts raw. opposite arm reaching across your tailbone to squeeze and give your little ass cheek a smack. he bites his bottom lip watching your poor sex struggle to house him; your arched spine twitches when it can’t decide whether to hold out or straighten. the tip of him kisses your cervix, and you cry out as you clutch the furs underneath you. “yeah, take it, baby. fuckin’ take it.” he murmurs, dirty talk from his time as a human resurfacing like a bad habit. your cunt sputters like it’s responding, a ring of white cream bubbling out while he’s shoving his cock in. when you stay still, his fingers and thumb pinch the fat of your ass, guiding you to rock and rut. “that’s my girl.” he’s proud.

[beaniebeensbaby201]

SOULMATES PART 2

Jake sully x NA'VI reader

SUMMARY; Y/n and Jake have had feelings for each other for a while. The only problem is that y/n's parents have forced her to be mated with Zo'at who was a great warrior. (Her parents are very close friends with Mo'at and Eytukan,(to make it clearer Mo'at is y/n's Aunt.)This is before the battle in the first film.

Part 3 is coming soon

Do not copy my work

It's been a few days since y/n and Jake have had their late nights together. Y/N still questioned what happened, why was their so many Atokerina's surrounding her?

"You are silent today" Neytiri observes, Mo'at was teaching the other healers.

"I was with Jake the other night. We were on a date and I went to break up with him." Neytiri gives me a sad look and places her hand on my shoulder for comfort.

"But some how Atokerina's surrounded us, I mean many of them did. What would that mean?" But before Neytiri could answer it was her Aunt.

"You're thinning the paste, it will be no use if you over mix it." I hadn't realized I was still mixing the paste as I give Mo'at a sheepish look as I felt my cheeks heat up as the other woman giggled.

Mo'at walked away as I dropped the tight woven bowl that was made out of vines.

"Do not listen to your parents, you must follow your heart. You deserve happiness, my sister." I smiled at Neytiri.

"What will I do without you?" Neytiri laughs lightly.

We both giggled. Lessons were over as I was riding my Ikran. I heard a whooshing sound and a cry of an Ikran behind me.

"Follow me." Jake took the lead as he took me to the opposite direction as we were heading towards the sacred tree.

The breeze blew against my face as I felt the mist come from the floating mountains.

I knew Jake was taking us to our spot, but I didn't realize that he was going to be taking me directly to the tree.

"Jake?" I called out to him, but he didn't respond. I sighed, I knew he was in his thoughts.

My heart still yearns for him, as I want him to be mine. But I knew that my family will do anything to get us to separate.

We were about to reach the ground as I hopped off my Ikran. She flew back as she went back towards the sky. Jake kneeled on the ground. His hair was different, his hair was in a ponytail as he had two pieces of braids framing his face.

I stood next to him, as I reached my hand to touch his strong bicep.

"Jake." I tried to turn him around to face me, only for him to start talking, still facing the tree.

"I'm one of the people now, or I will be soon. I want you to be my mate, I don't want you to be with Zo'at." I sighed, I squat down next to him as I leaned my cheek on his shoulder.

"I wish I could Jake. Trust me, I would choose you if I had a choice. My parents have me set with Zo'at, after the ceremony tomorrow." Jake takes a deep breath.

"You're making this hard, Jake." Jake shakes his head, his muscles flexing as he stands up.

I quickly move so that I did not fall.

"You're not thinking with your heart. You're doing this to please others." I let out a frustrated sound.

"I'll- I'll learn to love him." I saw Jake cringe when I said that.

He grabs onto my biceps with both hands. I stood still, not knowing what to do.

"Don't hurt yourself doing this." He leans his forehead against mine. I shake my head, resting my hands against his face.

"Eywa gave us a sign. We're meant to be, not you and Zo'at. I love you damn it! I never thought I'd love a woman like I'd love you." I bite my lip to keep it from trembling.

"Fuck!" I hissed, moving my head to bang lightly on his chest.

Jake gently rubs his rough thumbs against my cheeks as I started to silently cry.

"Hey." He whispered, trying to pry my face off of his chest. I hold him closer to me.

"I have to do this Jake. It has to be done." Jake was angry, angry at her for not listening to her heart.

"Baby c'mon." His voice cracked, she hated seeing him hurt. Worst of all, she hurted him.

"Eywa made a mistake. This, this is one of them." I quickly ran, Jake called after, but she was already on her ikran.

"I love her, please. Eywa, show her how much I love her. How much I need- no want her. My heart beats for her, Zo'at does not show affection. He does not care for her, he won't love her the way I would. And I will do my damn best to keep her happy." Jake stayed for a moment. The Atokerina's were back, Jake smiled as he looks up at the tree.

He will fight for her. He will do everything to find her.