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ronwestbreeze · 10 months ago

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you're gonna go far | 10

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. word count: 3.9k

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You eventually decided to forget your body for now and leave it to Norm to take care of it. All you were focusing on was burying yourself further into work.

Which included going back to tending to your garden by planting and replanting a few seeds and veggies. Then there was checking up on the baby who was bound to be due soon, you’d spend the last few hours of the day with her until eventually, you forced yourself to sleep in the Avatar Compound.

That was your schedule throughout the next couple of days. Along with that, you took on more work to distract yourself such as restocking more link shacks and taking care of the land along with the other avatars. It was one of the many deals the humans made with the People in exchange for letting them stay instead of going into exile. It kept you busy whenever you didn’t need to tend to your garden. Any free time that you happened to have would’ve been filled up with something else to keep you busy.

The only peace you got was at the end of the day when you were in the tank room.

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone, little one.” You said to her the first night you returned to Hell’s Gate. “I was unfortunately a bit distracted. But now I’m here and I’m never leaving you that long again. That is, until you’re born of course.”

There was a subtle shift in the stomach, bringing you a slight sense of comfort that she still remembered your voice. You didn’t know why it was comforting though. You wouldn’t be the one to hold her in the end. You probably wouldn’t be able to see her much once she was with her rightful parents…

Stop—stop.

Then there was foraging.

You enjoyed wandering around the forest to both discover new things and become well acquainted with the familiar routes. Going to your mother’s grave, finding the shack you had been trapped in, and even venturing further out just to see what was out there. Things you’ve missed.

It would’ve been nice if there was some comfort to all of it. But it made you forget. Made you think less. That was enough for now.

Until you eventually had to return to the clan’s base for Mo’at’s checkups. And not wanting to anger the Tsahik, you went anyway despite your reservations about it. All you could do was pray you didn’t run into Jake during the short visit.

So when you saw Tsu’tey with his brother inside her hut, you were strangely relieved which quickly made your stomach churn at the very thought.

His brother, Arvok, noticed you first as Mo’at was working on his abdomen. Surprisingly, he offered a white yet tired smile your way, “Ah, my savior the dreamwalker! I thought I was dreaming before.”

He ended up sitting up a bit as he spoke but Mo’at forced him to lie back down, “Hold still.”

“No need to thank me. It was nothing.” You mumbled, face impenetrably impassive.

“Nothing?! I heard you died because you saved me. How is that nothing?” Arvok sat up a little again only for his head to be forced back down by an irritated Tsahik.

You tried not to acknowledge the younger male’s words. Tsu’tey watched you for a beat before nudging Arvok’s shoulder gently, “Mawey, tsmukan.”

Not bothering to try and understand what he had said, you muttered again, this time sternly, “As I said, it was nothing—frankly, you should be more worried about yourself and the person who stabbed you.” Finding the new topic, you quickly steered the conversation in that direction. “By the way, who injured you in the first place—”

“That is none of your concern,” Tsu’tey said simply with his face somewhat screwed into his usual scowl.

You nodded expectantly, “Yeah, I thought so.”

Arvok then nudged his arm, hissing at him in Na’vi. Tsu’tey didn’t appear happy but spoke again, “It is clan business. Something that you should not concern yourself with. You have been too involved enough as it is.”

“Ha!” Mo’at huffed earning a glare from the Olo’eyktan. She did not offer more and continued tending to Arvok.

“Well,” You frowned, clenching and unclenching your hands. By then you realized you were still standing while the other three were much closer to the ground. “I did get poisoned by this clan business but you’re right. I suppose it is none of my concern.”

At this, Mo’at finally stood and scowled at the two of you—more specifically Tsu’tey, “If this is how your interactions will be during this time, then I must ask you to leave and come back when you are ready to speak with her correctly.” She gestured for Arvok to sit up—albeit slowly—and dismissed him, “You must continue resting. It will be a long while before you can hunt again.”

“Yes, Tsahik.” With a grumble, Arvok slowly pushed to his feet, the wince clear on his youthful features. But he looked better. Better than you had expected someone to have been stabbed to look. Then again, Mo’at must’ve been working on him while you had been unconscious—dead—so he had time to get better.

He held his abdomen gingerly as he walked past you, sending you a quick nod before he finally left. “You!” At that, your attention turned back to Mo’at who was now pointing at the spot Arvok had been, “Sit. Now.”

Obediently you sunk to the floor and allowed Mo’at to start her work on you. Tsu’tey surprisingly didn’t leave and just lingered in the background much to your dismay. But your body wasn’t tense because of his presence. You were constantly glaring at the doorway, waiting for him to show up at that point, waiting with your guard up, waiting for yet another fight with that damned asshole.

“You shouldn’t be putting so much strain on this arm. You should be resting as well, let yourself get adjusted to your new body.” Mo’at instructed sternly as she applied new green mush to your arm.

You winced, both at the subtle sting in your arm and the easy way she mentioned your transference. As if it was another day. You couldn’t tell whether that pissed you off or made you quite relieved that at least someone was making a huge deal out of it. You’d already cried everything out of your system. Now you just wanted to allow yourself to feel numb.

Just until everything came back up again. If it ever would.

In the corner of your eye, Tsu’tey shifted onto the mat further behind you.

Mo’at pressed her hand against your arm, “Have you buried your former body yet?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “Why are you asking me that now?”

“Some questions will be hard to answer. It is the way of life.” She replied easily as she began unwrapping the bandage on your shoulder. “But it is okay to not be ready. Are you not read, dreamwalker?”

“Sure.” It was all you offered.

You left the body to Norm now. You made him swear not to tell you where he planned on putting it. And you were okay with that.

You were fine—you were fine—you were fine—

Eventually, after enduring a long silence—which you were quite comfortable with—Mo’at finished and stood. You moved to get up as well but she pressed her hand down on your shoulder and shook her head, “You speak with Olo’eyktan first. Then you leave.”

With that, she stepped out of the hut and you, after great reluctance, looked over your shoulder at Tsu’tey to find him slightly sitting hunched over on the ground, playing with something in his fingers.

You weren’t going to speak first. He wanted to speak with you. You would wait for him.

And eventually he did, “When Mo’at brought up the potential—that you could be our fourth mate—what did you think?”

The question startled you. It was the last thing you ever thought he’d ask. And the fact that it was Tsu’tey himself asking you this and not Neytiri or hell, even Jake.

But you remained on guard anyway, “Do you care?”

At that, he raised his gaze from whatever was in his hands to look at you, “Many people have made their opinions known about the matter. All but you. It’s as if your voice is drowned out by an unforgiving storm. I am asking you, dreamwalker. What do you think of it?”

For a moment you considered your words carefully. The conversation wasn’t adversary so you lowered your defense, only by a little bit. And as you thought about your answer, you realized you hadn’t even had the chance to think about what you truly thought about the idea of being their fourth mate. Neytiri had mentioned them looking for one long ago but you never imagined it would be you. You never imagined—

You never imagined you’d be loved.

And because of that, it was simply never in the cards for you. Even if there were moments where you—

“Why does it matter anyway?” You glared down at your fingers, watching as your nails dug into your palms. “Can you honestly imagine us as mates? I mean have you thought about it yourself? Can you even imagine Jake and I as mates? After the other night? Tsu’tey, I think the answer’s pretty clear.” You faced him, jaw tight and your voice quiet despite your steeled spine, “I’m too broken. And it would be cruel—I am not cruel and I’m not selfish enough to allow you three to drag yourselves to the bottom because of me. And that’s what I think. It’s quite simple actually—”

“To your human mind, yes.” Tsu’tey shook his head and stood, turning his back to you. He paced for a moment, eyes searching the room until he finally spoke. “But it is about duty. If Eywa has favored you then I must do my job as Olo’eyktan and honor that. If you are our fourth—”

“You don’t know that.”

“You are right, I do not!” He hissed but stopped, almost as if he were restraining himself.

You clenched your hands together again, glaring down at the matted floor. For a moment, the two of you were silent. This had to be the longest conversation you and Tsu’tey had ever had. And of course, it was about something heavy, something complicated, something difficult to even comprehend. Why couldn’t it have been something simple? Why couldn’t things be simple?

“I have failed my people.”

A beat went by and you looked up, wondering if that was all he had to say only to find his gaze on you. Intense and yellow. Unreadable yet uncomfortable to receive, nonetheless.

But his face was gentle as he spoke. His voice was quieter, “And in some ways, I feel I have failed our Great Mother. I feel I have failed my mates. My son. My unborn children. My mother. My brother. My father. Perhaps you do not understand it, dreamwalker, but it is my sworn duty to do what I must for my clan. To be the leader that they deserve. And I am not.” He stepped forward until he was standing in front of you and dropped something into your hands.

It was pretty. A handwoven string of beads and gems, almost too gorgeous to belong to someone like you. You held it limply in your hands, not wanting to touch it any further.

“I am not a good mate.” He continued, now his face unreadable. You weren’t really sure what yours looked like at the moment but you hoped it didn’t convey what you felt at the moment as he spoke.

Utter dread. Shock. And pity.

“If I had proposed to you, I would have thought that I had done right by the Great Mother.”

He said it so simply. Proposed? Tsu’tey? To you? How come he didn’t appear affected when he said these words? Why was it you that was struck frozen by this revelation?

Perhaps he was good at hiding it. Perhaps you were too.

Tsu’tey knelt in front of you and looked down at the string, his face still a mask. “I would take care of you, just as I do with my other mates. I would treat your children as my own, I would be okay with not being in love with you for the sake of duty.” Unconsciously, your fingers wrapped around the string as you took in his words. Very deliberate, very careful, very real. “But you would have said no. And I would be okay with that too. Because I cannot commit to my duty. Because I am a bad Olo’eyktan. And…” The words seemed difficult to spill out from his mouth but he forced it out anyway. “And I am not cruel enough either, dreamwalker.”

For a moment, you did not say a thing. For a moment, you wondered if you were dreaming. For a moment, you wondered if there could be a world where you and Tsu’tey weren’t hostile to each other like now. You wondered if there could be a world where you’d look at him as something more.

Because in the end, you appreciated his honesty. Frankly, that was one of the best things you liked about the Na’vi. They weren’t like humans. They didn’t hold anything back because they didn’t see a reason to.

And it made your next words clear and firm, “Your search for worthiness isn’t on me, Tsu’tey. And a proposal definitely wouldn’t have been able to fix that.” You frowned and glanced down at the string and then back at him, “That wasn’t a proposal, right?”

Tsu’tey stood then, his tail swishing behind him. “I suppose it was. In a way.” He looked at you expectantly, “And your answer, dreamwalker?”

He held a look that told you he already knew your answer. You stood as well and handed him back the beaded string with yet another impassive mask, “No. That is my answer. But you knew that.”

Wordlessly, he took the beads back, his gaze never leaving it. You stood there for a moment, feeling exhausted once more. And again, Tsu’tey allowed himself to appear the same.

Too tired for this world. Too tired to carry on.

You steeled yourself away and stood straighter, “So you agree. This isn’t what Eywa wanted.”

At that, his ears twitched, “We do not know what she wants. It has always been that way. And it will remain so.”

Nodding, you moved past him and toward the entrance, only to stop short. Your brain was muddled, your emotions were tangled, and yet you spoke clearly. “If your deity is as great as you all say she is, then I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to suffer.”

Without waiting for a response, you left. Not daring to look back. Not daring to ponder questions you’ve never thought about until now.

Enough. Enough of all of it.

“Any day now.” You mumbled, staring bleakly down at the table as Norm was checking the ultrasound. It was weird being several inches taller than him now when in human form he had quite the height over you, “We just have to watch her closely now.”

Norm nodded, “Good, good. That’s great news. I’ll let the parents know. You good staying here for a bit?”

“Always.” You watched over the tank as Norm left the room. Tucking the tablet under your arm, you placed your hand against the class, “Can’t wait to meet you, finally. I wonder if you’re gonna be as quiet when you’re born.”

The silence was suffocating, and So were the tears. They had finally come.

God, you were so angry.

Was this really all you were worth? An obligation? Something so worthless that you needed empty protection? Was that all they saw in you? Was that all you’ll ever be to them?

You sank into a nearby chair, allowing the silent tears to fall.

It wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to be the outsider—the intruder. All you wanted was to save a bunch of trees and now you’re here. A stain. An inconvenience. Blood red on a perfect white canvas.

This baby girl didn’t deserve someone as shattered as you. She deserved the loving parents that claimed her from the beginning. Protected and kept away from your storm.

“I hope this world doesn’t hurt you, little one.” You wiped at your eyes, beaten and bruised already.

Norm eventually came back moments later. You hadn’t gotten up from the chair. He saw your dried tears and cleared his throat, “Jake said he’s already on his way, um,” He appeared careful and gentle as he spoke, “I’ll take over if you need a break.”

“You don’t have to.” Was your attempt at a protest.

But he shook his head adamantly, “No, I will. You’ve—it’s been pretty rough for you. It’s the least I can do for…”

You frowned as he avoided your gaze.

“I could’ve done better—more to save you—”

“Spellman, you're fine,” You shook your head and stood. “I don’t blame you—couldn’t if I wanted to. You’re the only one that has my back here. Well, maybe besides Neytiri.”

“Are you going then?” He asked as you walked passed him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to cool off. Maybe go on a walk.”

“You sure? Don’t get another chunk of your skin bitten off again. Or poisoned.”

“Ha-ha.” You responded dryly.

Deciding you wanted fresh air, you left out of Hell’s Gate and went into the forest.

You had marked the places you passed with small white strips in the past, tying them to smaller branches. It allowed you to venture further away from the base this time. And by the time the sun began to set, you found yourself at the waterfall, the same one you were at with Tsu’tey before.

And you stayed there. This time you went toward the waterfalls’ mist surrounding you the closer you got to the waterfall itself. The water moved up toward your waist until you were practically floating above water.

For a while, you stayed like this. Until night came. You stayed like this until your hair stuck to the back of your neck.

Eventually, you passed through the waterfall. Breathing out a long and delicate sigh.

These waters relaxed you. These waters made you forget.

Once you reached the other side of the waterfall, there was a rock large enough for you to hoist yourself on. And sit there. You didn’t know how long you’d stay there and you didn’t care. The world outside of this place didn’t matter to you. For a while, you just wanted to forget. To become stone.

Half alive and half buried in the ground.

That is until the world called for you to come back. Until the world wrapped its grip on you and yanked you back into reality.

Until something whizzed past your face, cutting some of the strands from your unbraided hair.

And now across from you was a spear lodged into the stone. Whoever had thrown it had great strength. Whoever had thrown had meant to kill you.

Instantly, you froze. Heart pounding against your chest, blood rushing to your ears.

“Demon!” AN unfamiliar voice shouted further away—possibly on land away from the waterfall. Quickly, you lowered yourself on the rock. Most of the water from the mountain and mist hid you, so there was a chance that the attacker couldn’t see you. “Come out and I kill you!”

You didn’t move from the rock. From what little you could hear, the voice spoke in Na’vi as if he was giving orders to someone. Which meant this guy wasn’t alone. The many splashes coming toward you only confirmed that.

As quietly as possible, you slid off the rock and toward the spear, yanking it out of the wall with what little strength you had left. A shadow then passed you as you ducked behind the rock just as a figure stepped through the waterfall. He was wearing strange armor and his war paint was different from what you had seen the Omatikaya wear. Which also told you that these warriors that surrounded you were from a different clan. A clan you were sure that weren’t reluctant in having to kill the likes of you for being human.

The warrior had an arrow pointed and ready. Fortunately, he hadn’t seen you yet.

But before you could take your chance at escape, a quicker shadow to the right dived through the falls, aiming another spear at you.

It was so quick, you hadn’t heard the other warrior coming and barely dodged the sharp end of her spear as you slid off the rock and into the deep waters.

The spear didn’t slow and sunk into the water with you. You swam away from the two, going deeper underwater until you weren’t able to be spotted. You continued swimming away from the small enclave and made it to the other side of the waterfalls.

Praying that the mist continued to cover you up, you came up for air and climbed onto a nearby rock. You still had the discarded spear and gripped it in your hands as you hopped onto another rock—not even stopping when you heard a bunch more splashes and shouts in Na’vi coming toward you.

Once you were sure they were far enough away from you, you continued hopping on the rocks until you finally reached land. But you didn’t run, knowing that it would make too much noise. Instead, you clutched the spear to your chest and slinked into the forest, just as how Neytiri had done it when the two of you would travel through the forest together.

Be one with the forest and all that shit.

God, you couldn’t catch one break. First Jake, then Tsu’tey, and now this? It was like the universe hated you for some reason.

As quickly and as quietly as possible, you put some distance between you and the waterfall. When you got far enough, you ducked behind a thick tree, pressing your back against it while taking in shaky breaths. You kept the spear close to your chest as if it were a shield while praying that you had been quiet enough to escape.

Something sharp pressed against the side of your neck, instantly squashing any hope you had left.

“You are loud, demon.” She spoke in Na’vi. It was one of the only sentences you recognized since Neytiri used to say it to you all the time in the beginning.

You remained still, staring at the warrior in the corner of your eye.

She took the spear from your hands and tossed it to the ground, not lowering hers.

“Where is your clan, sawtute?”

Okay, she spoke a little English. Which meant this clan had lived around humans at some point,.

“I don’t have a clan.” You gritted out shakily, “And I’m not trespassing—”

“Demon! All of you!” She hissed, the tip pressing further into your skin. “I kill you and bring your head back to my clan. The rest of you demons will follow!”

You glanced toward the spear on the ground, trying to figure out how fast you’d have to move to get it and escape.

But you nor the warrior didn’t get a chance to do anything as an arrow flew through the trees and hit the warrior in her shoulder.

She stumbled back, you took the chance and grabbed the spear from the ground.

As the warrior fell to her knees, your savior stood further away behind her. Bow raised with another arrow pointed at her.

You breathed out shakily, “It’s you.”

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 2 years ago

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Black Velvet

Word Count- 5.3k

Pairing- Jake x f!reader x Tsu'tey

summary- just mindless smut tbh

Warnings- mmf, threesome, fingering, penetration (single and double), making out, clit play, ass play, lmk if i missed anything

A/N- sorry it took me so long to get something out but i swear there is def more coming and feel free to request anything my rules+fandoms are on my page

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Jake would be in front of you and Tsu'tey strongly built behind you encaged by their arms roaming your body. Jakes lips occupied yours as Tsu’tey peppered your neck and shoulders with kisses, his fingers coming ever so slightly to the front of your loincloth where you think he's gonna pull it to the side and give you what you want but no he pulls away immediately amd you can feel him smirk against your skin.

Pulling from the passionate kiss between you and Jake you turn your head to Tsu’tey looking up at him, “Must you always be a tease?” you ask and he smiles before he tilts his head down, and in one swift motion his fingers flipped your soaked loincloth to the side and into your sticky folds. Ecstasy ran through your veins throwing your head back as curses spewed from your mouth.

His slender fingers worked their way around your clit dipping lower into your entrance pumping them in and out of you, you felt him pull his fingers away making you whine but soon cut off as you gagged on his fingers, giving him a slight glare your reluctantly suck on his fingers, you couldn’t lie it did make you wetter tasting yourself on his fingers. it seemed Jake felt neglected as his fingers found themselves inside you, his fingers were thicker than Tsu’tey and as he curled them you felt like your mind was on the brink of insanity.

Tsu’tey pulled his fingers from your mouth with a string of saliva hitting your chin. “P-please.” you whimper trying to fuck yourself onto Jakes hand. “Please what baby?” Jake asked, pushing a loose hair out of your face.

You looked so fucked out already and they had barely touched you they found it so cute they just had to give you what you wanted this time. “Want you in me please.” you say and they smile at you, “Both of us tìyawn?” Tsu’tey asked as your walls clench at the thought of them both fucking you. You shake your head furiously, “Yes, need it so bad.” you cry.

Their hands fumbled to your loincloth Tsu’tey untying it from the base of your tail and Jake untying it from your sides. Finally it fell displaying your soaked cunt.

Jake then took his loincloth off exposing his hardened cock tip angry and leaking with pre-cum. He held onto your hips, spreading your legs wider as he lifted you, guiding your entrance to his tip. You pulsed against him needing him to fuck you. He pushed his bulbous tip against your walls immediately welcoming him as he slid in with ease. After a second he was balls deep inside off your walls clenching tightly around him. Jake's bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth and his eyes leaked with desperation.

Tsu’tey watched the pornographic scene in front of him and as soon as he saw fit he scooted closer, he brought his finger to your center where you and Jake were connected.

Brushing his fingers along your clit making you gasp before he slipped one finger in along the underside of Jake's cock and your aching cunt.

He thrusted his finger in and out of you, the pressure from Jake’s girthy dick and Tsu’tey slender fingers almost made you cum all over them but as he sissoreed his index and pointer finger inside of you, you felt something bigger building up inside of you.

He removed his fingers from you licking them clean, one of his hands held your hips hands just above Jake's and gave you a sweet kiss to the back of the head as his other hand held his cock guiding it along under your ass and then to your stuffed entrance.

He pushed in ever so gently, the stretch from him and Jake was almost too much, it was so delicious and yet so painful. your fingers dug marks into Jake almost to draw blood, you clenched arpund the men as he finally tucked himself inside, at the tightening of you they both release a guttural groan.

After he slipped inside you he let you get used to the feeling of both there cocks completely still before Jake started to move thrusting in and out of you roughly, you tried to gasp but nothing was coming out as Tsu'tey started to meet Jake's thrust with his own, just as ruthless as Jake. Your walls clenched around the two mens lengths as your arousal started to leak down them and make a mess between your thighs.

''F..fuck.'' Jake groaned as he hiked you up higher his and Tsu'tey cock tilting a little inside of you, both of their tips abusing your sweet spot with every merciless thrust they give you.

The hut was filled with nothing but moans and groans of pain and pleasure and the sinful sounds of skin slapping against each other.

�� ''M'gonna cum.'' You warn the two and their eyes meet and they give each other a signal. Jake's hand reaches between you two rubbing your clit with harshness, and Tsu'tey spits in his hand which confuses you before you feel his hand reach behind you spreading his spit as lubricant on your ass.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he forces two fingers inside of your ass, slipping them in and out of you just as their cocks are.

Incoherent words tried to come out of your mouth but the only thing you could do was scream and moan between the two men sandwiching you between their blue bodies with their thick cocks buried deep within you, using all of you holes with no mercy and as your body accepts this pleasure it consumes you as you squirt all over their dicks. Your wall clenched so tight they both sucked in a tight breath as they slipped in and out of you.

Nirvana. That's all that ran through you, it was glorious, never-ending.

Jake never let up on your clit as his hips started to shutter and his abs clenched tall tales that he is fixing to cum. And that he did after one last harsh stroke to your abused cunt he spilt inside of you, his hot silky seed squirted out of him and into you.

Tsu'teys fingers were still in your ass fucking you in along with his cock, he was prolonging his orgasm to overstimulate you. His cock pulsed inside your warm and ready to be filled up again womb. He spit on your ass before fucking his fingers in and out. Your vocal cords grew weary from all the moans and screams that erupted. You were now hoarse as you begged him to stop and to keep going at the same time.

Jake, his sensitive cock still inside you, shutters whenever Tsu'tey begins to move faster and harder and he feels as if he could cum again.

It wasn't long until Tsu'tey filled your pussy up with his hot, silky cum.

He stays there for a while catching his breath. Your hips mindlessly grind against their cock and the fingers still plunged inside you.

As the men slipped out of you their cum dripped out of your pussy, you watched as the men's faces turn from satisfied to hungry with lust all over again, it was going to be a long night.

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headsincloud9 · 1 year ago

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Again

Paring: Olo'eyktan Jake × omatikaya fem reader

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Jake hasn't been giving you much attention so you decide to take some for yourself.

Warning: SMUT MINORS DNI NO MINORS 🔞🔞, overstimulation, brat tamer kink, size difference, mean Jake, squirting, fingering, oral female receiving, spit kink,

Request: YES @jakexneytiri @draiochtwrites

Today, you woke up in a mood your body aching, not in soreness, but in need. Your mate Jake was out being the olo’eyktan leading hunts taking care of clan duties that required him, and usually you would not mind being left alone to take care of your own duties, as you both had an agreement to always make time for each other. But today, you need him here, not out there. Your body is on fire begging for release; every step has your stomach churning and your clit aching to be touched. The craving to feel anything more satisfying that the movement of your own legs as you walked, but you could not your mate had one rule: 'you are mine, your greedy pussy is mine, every orgasam is mine. You release because I say and only then’ his deep commanding voice rang in your head only making your ache worse a jolt of need shooting to your core only further ruining your soaked loincloth. You look outside at the sun, it was not that close to eclipse, yet he would not be home for a few more hours. Your need to become worse, and, in your need, the little brat emerged. You closed the privacy curtain to your home, not tying it shut, but others would know not to disturb you.

The need for release superseded the punishment that Jake could come up with you needed it, and he was not there. Just one release would be okay the brat in you sang, what he does not know will hurt him.

Your whines of frustration fill the room; your tail thrashing in anger fingers stretching your soaked cunt thumb pressed into your sensitive clit trying to chase your own release, but your body betrays you. is not the eight short but loving months you and Jake had been mated? He had trained your body to respond almost exclusively to him, touching his voice his commands. You had shown him early on you were fiesty, not one to submit easily, and so just like his ikran, he tamed the brat raging inside you. It was the times like this your brat came in full force, when you were denied too long, too needy, and too desperate. You roll your hips trying desperately for at least something to sate every growing need, but nothing again. You hiss tears threatening to leave your eyes, not realizing you were no longer alone in your home.

Jake came home early he wanted to surprise you after all he had been a bit busier than normal leaving him less time to spend with you, 4 times he had to leave you due to the influx of duties and each time he saw the sadness as well as the frustration in your teary eyes, but he also knew how bratty you could become when neglected too long the dangerous shine becoming brighter and brighter each time. "Babygirl" he calls out seeing the main room empty. He travels to your shared room with his ears twitching, hearing your desperate needy whines. He took a deep breath, smelling of his tail thrashing. He smirks keeping his footsteps quiet leaning against the threshold a dangerous smirk on his face watching you two fingers deep in HIS cunt your thumb pressed into your clit "please please I just want one" he could not hold back the chuckle as you beg your body to give in. His tail swaying as he watches your body jolt in realization to his presence

You stop your sharp ears picking up the low chuckle, and you immediately stop pulling your fingers from your sopping core your tail raising in alarm. He was home early!! Your heart begins to race as you feel his body sits next to yours, his hands tracing a soft trail up your side, making your body shudder in response already responding to him. "I came home early to surprise my babygirl" his deep voice fills your ears as his fingers dance across your body to your tail curling it around his arm; a sign of dominance. "She has been so good and i have been so busy, but when i come come home what do i find my supposed good girl doing" he muses his question meant to be answered. You say nothing about your heart racing the brat in you refusing to already know you were in trouble. "I’m going to ask you one more time baby girl" he warns his large hand gripping your throat his voice seething with rage jostling you a little to get it through your bratty little brain that he wasn’t in the mood not anymore. "What was my good girl doing while i was gone?" You whimper and look up at him "nothing daddy i was just laying down" you whimper out hearing his dark chuckle " i can’t believe my good girl was caught not only touching my pussy, she is lying" he murmurs to himself while sitting his back to the wall of their room pulling you like a rag doll in between his legs caging you in his large body " when i heard you whining" his voice began to mock you "please just one i need just one" he chuckles

You whimper knowing you’re in trouble the way his hand never left your throat "you do not need anything you greedy fucking slut did you forget who owns you?" He grows his other hand, sliding down your chest to your aching cunt clenching around nothing greedy for release. " no daddy” you whimper he squeezes your throat his fingers circling your hard sensitive clit "then why the fuck are you touching my cunt when every part of you belongs to me?” You whine trying to move your hips your juices pouring from your neglected cunt but his strong legs and arm keeping you still "I couldn’t help it, I needed it so bad, was aching" you whine tears coming to your eyes another wave of arousal gushes from your begging cunt coating his fingers and he smirks a sinister idea coming to his mind

"Okay then babygirl I’ll give you what you want" he chuckles. Before you could ask what he meant, you felt his fingers plunged into your soaking cunt, the squelching sound filling the room. His finger curve finds your g-spot and brutally presses against it your cries falling on deaf ears. You look up at him, your eyes widening, as you see the dangerously furious glint in his eyes only goaded on by the wild beast of lust that already lived within him. Your heart raced in a frightened yet excited way he’d only gotten like this a few times and it was a flip of a coin of an aching tease or a sinful release, and you had no idea which side it would land on. You whimper opening your mouth as you cry out to his rough, merciless fucking of your clenching walls. He looks down at your open mouth smirking "that’s right keeps that slutty mouth open"; he growls gripping your neck pulling it back as he shamelessly spit into your mouth before he slid his tongue down your throat in a dominating kiss, sending your mind into a lusty haze. Another rush of slick coating his fingers the tight knot in your lower stomach burning and tightening aching for release " fucking swallow it dirty slut" He grows in your ear before licking a long stripe on your exposed neck. Your walls flutter and clench around his pumping fingers, his thumb pressing and rolling your hardened sensitive clit "gonna cum slutty girl?" His voice breaks the sloppy squelching sounds of his fingers, pumping and abusing the cunt. You whine and give a nod your hips bucking your vision going black at the edges "then cum" he growls out and you let go screaming his name, the knot snapping and your juices spray and drench his fingers his forearm and your thighs. He gives a snarl of satisfaction his finger sliding back into your braids yanking your head back to meet his black eyes pupils so dilated he looked feral as he focused on your squirting orgasam his fingers rubbbing your clit to draw it out and make it last " there it is," he chuckles " good girl~….yeah….yeah…let it all out babygirl." He smirks his thumb running across your parted lips, as you slowly come down from heaven. "Good girl…." He murmurs tail thumping against the mat in happiness. "Now…again". Your eyes widen as his fingers resume their merciless pace on your g-spot and clit your walls clenching and fluttering from the added sensitivity. Your heart raced in a mix of fear and lust, the smirk on your mate's face sending a shiver up your spine.

"Jake….ma jake please " you beg tears streaming down your face you had lost count but eclipse had long passed. Your room smelled of pure sex your sleeping mat ruined a literal puddle of your own cum in the center few inches from your parted legs the angry buzzing of a makeshift vibrator on your clit bringing out your 10th. Was this the 10th orgasam? "Why should i," he yanks your head back to meet his feral eyes "you said you wanted to cum so much so you disobeyed me, lied to me and i'm giving you what you want so cum" he laughs mocking your words as he watches your spent hole clench round nothing as you squeal coming again your body shuddering and vibrating trying to move your over sensitive clit from the ruthless vibrations. He watches the tears stream down your face licking one from your cheek chuckling "crying only makes me want to do it more" he warns gripping your neck "AGAIN" he demands. "IM SORRY….." you scream he pauses smirking giving you a breather his lips nest to your ear. " are you allowed to touch my pussy baby girl?" You shake your head unable to speak choked sobs of relief filling your Lungs. The anger flares in his eyes and he jostles you by the neck " n-no" you gasp he smirks " and who gives you permission to cum?" You try to calm your breathing but fail watching as he relished in your submission the brat once again in its place "d-daddy" you gasp out. He purrs in satisfaction " open wide," he purrs smiling when you comply, spitting in your mouth watching as you swallow his spit eagerly. " That's my good girl" he turns off the vibratos and tosses it on the sleeping mat. He smiles " lets take you to the bathing springs and then to bed" he purrs the anger gone now the sweet loving mate came rushing in to give love and aftercare. " shhh baby girl i got you" he hums his voice lulling you into a peaceful haze.

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These Ties That Bind- Chapter 2

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Chapter summary: Rory has to learn how to be without jake, now that he and his family are gone, and she finds solace in a very unlikely place. Warnings: None. A/N: Once again, thank you to the wonderful @jakesullyfatjuicypeen for the amazing support ❤️ I couldn't have done it without you!

The weeks following the Sully’s departure were hard. Not only on me but the clan as well. Jake had left his people in the hands of a Na’vi male named Tarsem, a young warrior who still have much to learn but I know will become a great leader; with Mo’ats help of course.

There’s a learning curve amongst the people, which is to be expected after everything they’ve endured. However, they continue to persevere. Day by day I watch as they rebuild, grow stronger. More resilient.

I wish that I could say that I didn’t know what to do without Jake, but if I’m being completely honest it was the exact opposite. I clung to my duties among the clan, drowning myself in work knowing that if I gave myself the chance to relax everything would come crashing down around me.

Before I know it, it’s already been two months and time continues to fly by, not caring that I’m struggling to keep up.

The air is filled with laughter, small children scattering as I chase after them in a playful game of tag much like how I used to play with teyam and Lo’ak. Their little tails whip around excitedly, ears swiveling to hear if I’m getting closer to catching them as they dodge around trees in attempts to escape me.

As I whirl around to chase after them, my heart leaps into my throat when I collide with a hard body, stumbling back a couple steps before regaining my balance. Looking up my eyes widen when I see who is standing before me.

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyo’itan, the omitikaya clan’s mightiest warrior. He had previously been set to mate with Neytiri and next in line for olo’eyktan, before jake had to come along and made a mess of things. The male had been jakes biggest obstacle when trying to save the clans people from the RDA, but eventually he had relented and fought fiercely by jakes side.

The warrior became a close ally with jake but was the most adamant in sending the humans off planet, including me. It’s no secret how much he despises humans, or ‘demons’ as he calls us, not even bothering to try to hide it. I can’t blame him. Not really, after everything we’ve taken from him and the people he loves.

He stands before me now, huge arms crossed and glaring at me in contempt.

My heart races with apprehensiveness and my fingers wring together as I wait for the male to state what he wants, not understanding why he approached me in the first place. The kids still continue with their game, not even noticing I was no longer taking chase, and for a brief moment Tsu’teys eyes soften as he watches them.

When he finally does speak to me I’m completely taken by surprise, not at the tone he uses or how his eyes rake my body in disgust, but with his words.

It seems the mighty Tsu’tey has deemed it his mission to train me; claiming that I am weak and useless, a disgrace to the clan, and if I wanted to be with them, I wasn’t allowed to say no.

Obviously, I agreed.

Tsu’tey was relentless on me, not caring that my body had more limitations than his own and constantly pushing me to do better; be better. He pushed me past my own capabilities, then pushed me even harder until I was a shaking trembling mess.

The lord knows he wasn’t very comforting during our sessions. Wasn’t particularly good at pep talks, never gave me praise when I did anything right, but I have to admit he was competent. My body grew stronger, muscles more defined and I was able to keep up with him far easier. He made me feel powerful, something I never thought I’d be capable of feeling when being surrounded by the big Na’vi.

As I would train, narrowed yellow eyes would watch my every move, ears twitching as his full attention was focused on me and my movements. Not a single thing got past the male, and when I faltered he was always quick to correct.

He’d hiss at me, ears folded back in discontent as he smacked the bottom of my arm. His tongue would click at me as he muttered under his breath, I’m fairly sure calling me an idiot, as his large hand settles on my abdomen, pressing and forcing me to fix my posture.

When he got really aggravated with me, tired of trying to get me to understand what he wanted me to do, he would just grip and shove my body, man handling me into whatever position he’d wanted.

It’s always times like those when I can’t stop the hitch in my breath, can’t stop my heart from racing as I’m reminded of just how much he dwarfs me. His hand is large enough to completely cover my belly. My shoulders only come up to his lean waist, and it’s embarrassing to think of how close I am to everything else.

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Tsu’tey became a staple in my life. Training and being with him made the days go by faster. Made things easier. He became more tolerant with me being in his space. Don’t get me wrong, he was still his wonderfully prickly self, still took joy in criticizing me any chance he could get, but I think I grew on him. It almost seemed as if we had come to a silent agreement that neither of us would push the other to talk about things we weren’t ready to unbox. Most of our days being spent in companionable silence, both of us wanting the comfort of the other but not wanting to socialize.

The passing months became easier and easier to bear now that I no longer felt so alone. The pain and heaviness disappeared a little more with every day spent, and I found that I had become more welcoming to the clan’s people.

To my delight, I was being accepted once more, being pulled out of my self-isolation. My days were spent helping the women however I could; gathering herbs for Mo’at, tutoring the children, or babysitting, preparing food for the warriors as they train. When it would finally become evening, we would all gather for dinner, my eyes instantly finding Tsu’tey silently waiting for me to arrive so we could eat together. The night would be full of laughter and stories, some asking questions about my human culture, so foreign to them. I’d happily concede, getting lost in it as I’d tell them anything and everything of which I could think.

I was finally becoming happy again.

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It was still hard sometimes, missing them.

The days when the thought of jake became too much and the pain of his absence overwhelmed me, I would go to their home. Even though they no longer lived here, the people still held too much respect for the family to take it and give it to another.

I’d just stand there, in the middle of their home, letting all of the memories we’d created together wash over me. Memories that id helped create, that id been a part of enter my mind then leave it on a slow exhale.

They’re gone, but there are still remnants of them here, in this place. My eyes look to the spot in the corner, where we would all huddle together and jake would tell us stories of earth, what he was like before the avatar program. Neytiri was tell us about Eywa, and how she flows through every single being and connect us all together…

My hand would raise to press against the wooden beam, my forehead quickly following to rest there. My eyes flutter closed as my fingers trace the notches that had been engraved to track the kids’ heights as silent tears run down my cheeks before falling to the ground.

I can still see them there, behind my closed eyelids. Can still hear them, see them, smell them… I can hear jake as he playfully goads the boys, egging them on as Neytiri laughs sweetly at their antics. Can hear Kiri calling Lo’ak a penis face as they argue… but when I open my eyes, they aren’t really there. Nothing is there.

With a broken heart, I’d leave their home behind, and seek out Tsu’tey.

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“Up.”

“UP, human!” Tsu’tey hisses, voice laced with irritation as he bears his fangs.

My fingers tighten on the bow as the tension starts to rise between us, both of us quickly becoming aggravated with one another. I can’t focus today, and for reasons unknown to me he doesn’t want to be here. Yet here we are, pushing ourselves and forcing ourselves to continue.

“I. AM! How high do you want me to aim? At the sky?” I hiss back. There’s a sharp edge to my words and the tone of my voice pulls a low rumbling growl from his chest and up his throat.

My fingertips are raw from pulling back the bowstring too many times and my muscles hurt. A bone deep ache from how many times he made me shoot, deeming me and my attempts not good enough.

It’s been so long since he’s treated me like this and my heart falls at how harsh he’s being towards me. What did I do to him? Why is he punishing me?

“If you would take this as seriously as you take pining after Jake, maybe you’d finally be good at something!” My blood runs cold at his words, completely shocked that he had the audacity to speak them. How dare he. How dare he!

Tears gather on my lash line, and I don’t know whether they are out of anger or hurt. Shame fills me at the fact that I’d thought he understood, that I’d let him see me vulnerable just for him to throw it back in my face. My bottom lip wobbles as I try to keep my shit together, but it seems I’m failing at that as well.

I throw the stupid, useless bow on the ground before turning to him. He stands there, all high and mighty like he’s so much better than me, hands fisted at his sides and jaw clenched as he waits for me to retaliate.

I take us both by surprise when I slam my fists into his chest, well, stomach because that’s what I can easily reach.

A look of pure shock covers his face, and I watch in satisfaction as those pretty eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. However, that look is quickly wiped off his handsome face and replaced with one of rage that easily puts my own to shame.

I only get a second to see his ears fold back and his eyes harden before my wrists are snatched up into a strong grip and twisted behind my back. He forces me against his strong body, easily holding me there and restricting my movements like I’m a child as I continue to struggle.

His harsh words rip me apart, striking a nerve and pouring salt into a wound that I’d thought had healed. That I had thought HE had helped me heal. I trusted him…. Tsu’tey is important to me and he’s going to use the one thing he knows will hurt me the most?

“Let go! Let go of me!” Despite how hard I try to keep my voice steady it still cracks as I speak the words. My tears finally break free of my lashes and streak down my flushed face as I try to fight against him. Tsu’tey just hands there, refusing to let me free and not speaking as I cry. His hands loosen slightly, but still keep a firm grip as I feel him sink to his knees behind me so we can be more level with each other, pulling me back against his firm chest as his arms wind around my waist.

“You’re one to talk about not thinking of someone, when are you finally going to finally get over Sylwanin?” He doesn’t move an inch as I say the words, but I can feel his breath his, his body stiffen against mine as I say the most horrible thing I can think of, wanting him to hurt how he’s hurting me.

I underestimate Tsu’teys stubbornness, because even though I know I’ve struck a chord he remains unwavering as he holds me. I scream at him, crying as all my pain and heartache is taken out on him, I fight until I can’t anymore. When my body finally goes slack, body wracking with sobs, his arms catch me and support my weight as I finally give in.

The feel of his cool hands cupping my hot face surprises me, pulling a small whimper from my lips. His long fingers tangle into my now sweaty hair as his thumbs go under my chin, tilting my head back lightly. “Look at me.” Tsu’tey demands, encouraging me to open my eyes. I’m scared to… I don’t want his pity. Not after this… what he just said. “Look at me, human.” His voice is firm, fingers tightening on my face and shaking gently to finally get me to open my eyes.

Giving in, I slowly blink my eyes open and meet his own, and I whine at what I see, more tears reaching my eyes. Those pretty yellows are filled with an agonizing sadness that mirrors my own, as if he’s silently begging me to realize that he does understand me, understands the loss I feel. “He’s gone, human. They’re all gone, and they aren’t coming back. You must accept it. He’s gone.” His words are filled with desperation and conviction, and to be honest I don’t know if he’s trying to convince me or himself. Whatever the case, the words make a small part of my heart wither away as he forces me to accept the very thing I’ve been avoiding, hiding away from.

He’s right. This big, stubborn, infuriating man is right. In the back of my mind, I’ve been waiting for jake to come home; for all of them to waltz back in and carry on like nothing had happened.. like they hadn’t left me. Like I hadn’t chosen to stay…. But they had. I had, and Tsu’tey is right because they’re not coming back.

It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I should have gone with them…

Gentle fingers wipe away my tears as I sob, and I let my face nuzzle into his touch as I cry in defeat. Loud, heartbreaking sounds leave me as I feel my very being shatter in his hold, his forehead pressing against mine and gathering me into his arms and onto his lap, tail wrapping around me in comfort. All of my feelings come forward, coming out in tidal waves as I break, but he holds me together and accepts my burdens as his own.

I cling to him, hands clutching at his skin, desperate to accept his comfort and using him as a rock to cling to as my own storm rages through me. Tsu’tey lends me his strength, lets it wrap around me so I can bask in it. He doesn’t even try to save me from myself, knowing from firsthand experience it’s something that only I myself can get through, but he helps me weather it.

“he’s gone. I am here, human. I will stand with you. Be here with me.” His breath is cool against my hot face when he speaks the words, his eyes soft and gentle when they meet my own. His lips, firm and desperate when I pull them down to meet my own…

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“So, tell me, why weren’t you angrier when jake stole Neytiri? She was promised to you.” Tsu’tey and I are propped up on our sides on his sleeping mat with a bowl of yovo fruit between us. Spending time in the privacy of his home has become a nightly routine since our fight and the kiss we’d shared. I had finally let him see my darkness and he had accepted it with open arms. My walls had crumbled under his stubbornness, finally crashing down, and being replaced with the need to know every aspect of him. I want to know him, and him know I in return.

A soft chuckle leaves him as he eyes me in amusement, plucking a piece of fruit from the bowl and holding it to my lips in offering. “I never loved Neytiri. I wanted to, she was to be my mate, but I didn’t. Slywanin always held my heart, still does. Deep down I knew it wasn’t fair of me to be angry with Neytiri for choosing love.” His lips tug up in a pretty smile when I lean forward and take the fruit from his fingers with my teeth. Those adorable ears of his flicker slightly, eyelashes fluttering as I hold his gaze. Eyes of molten gold land on my lips and my chewing pauses as he reaches towards my face once more, slowly wiping away a line of juice that had escaped and started to run down my chin.

The air around us crackles with how thick the tension is as he grips my jaw, my breath catching in my throat. All I can think of is how his lips had felt, remember the taste of him… he would taste even better now, like the fruit we’ve been sharing. All I have to do is move closer…

“And the female?” my voice comes out as a whisper, trying to distract myself from the growing need that is slowly starting to consume me. His brow furrows in confusion, pretty lips parting on and exhale as those fingers tighten against my skin as if silently urging me to give him to him. Into what we both know we want. “She’s always with you… training, hunting, even during meals… she’s always there. If looks could kill, I’d already be dead ten times over thanks to her.” Feeling the need to repay the favor, I pick up a piece of sticky fruit from the bowl, juice running down my fingers as I raise it.

Tsu’tey doesn’t even hesitate. Keeping those sweltering eyes locked on me he leans forward and takes my fingers into his warm mouth, tongue swirling around my fingers and cleaning my skin of the juices. My mind reels at the provocative sight, producing so many more dirty scenarios…. Scenarios where he’s sucking other juices off my fingers… my blood boils in my veins, eyes growing heavy with want and lips parting with a soft moan as I watch him.

Finally releasing my fingers, kissing the tips of them with a smug grin and dark eyes, he chuckles at my neediness. “Saeyla? Yes, she hates you.” He teases me and I gasp in mock offense before breaking out into giggles. As I laugh I miss how his eyes light up and his chest swells with pride at how he’s made me laugh. He seems to think for a moment, debating on if he wants to say more to me or not. “She means nothing to me, human. Saeyla has made it clear that she sees me as a potential mate and wants me, but I’ve never been interested. She just can’t take no for an answer.

Can’t take no for an answer? Does he mean….? No. No way, he’s the clan’s mightiest warrior! Surely some women wouldn’t have the guts to try to force herself on him… but at the same time I know this man. Tsu’tey has let me see and learn every part of him, and I know for a fact that even though he puts up such a hard exterior he’d never hurt a female. Even if it were to defend himself.

Mixed emotions flood my mind. Anger, hurt, jealousy… rage. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such rage. I thought I had, but this? I could kill the female that has tried to force God knows what on him and I wouldn’t even feel bad. Hell, I’d probably laugh while I did it. From this point on, never again will I let her near him. Never again.

Calloused fingers once again stroke over my jaw in feather light touches, silently demanding my attention be brought back to him. Always so in tune with my emotions, always able to read when I’m about to start spiraling and getting lost in my own thoughts.

“And me?” I asked softly, almost scared to know the answer to that question. I know that he’ll never love me, not the way he loved Neytiri’s sister, and that’s okay. I don’t want him to, and I’d never try to make him. With that being said I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want him to feel anything for me.

I want him to like me. I want him to care for me. I want… well, I WANT.

“You?” my eyes track him as he picks up the bowl of remaining fruit and moves it away from us, off the mat. A gasp leaves me when he scoots closer and leans over me. The heat from his body seeps into mine like a warm embrace and all I can do is stare up at him, frozen by the intensity of his gaze as it runs over my face, committing it to his memory. “You, human, mean more to me than you or anyone else could ever know. For so long I’ve felt alone. I’ve done everything that’s expected of me without complaint, been the warrior everyone else needed. I was even going to mate the sister of the woman I love, all for the sake of my people and duty.” A shiver runs down my spine as he gently brushes my hair over my shoulder, dipping his head and pressing a chaste kiss against the soft skin there. “You never expected anything from me. Never tried to force me to talk, never made me feel incompetent. Made me feel something other than anger and resentment.” Turning, he lets his flat cat-like nose nudge against mine as that same tension from before swirls around us once again.

“I- I guess you owe me and thank you then.” I whisper playfully, our breathes mingling as he laughs at my words. My heart thumps wildly in my chest, feeling as if it will burst at his closeness, at how good and right this all feels.

Nudging his nose against mine once against mine once again, his ears flick. “Thank you.” His lips brush against mine with every word and mine part in anticipation. To my dismay though, Tsu’tey doesn’t move, and I’m slow to realize that he’s giving me a way out. He’s made it clear to me that he could never love me the way he should, but he does care for me. Tsu’tey is letting me choose if I’m okay with that…

After a moment of hesitation, I tilt my chin up and press my lips to his.

Tsu’tey immediately returns my kiss and meets my passion with his own. My head cranes back from the intensity of it as he lays claim to me, his wet tongue licking over lip lips before pushing in to massage against my own. He swallows my moans, devouring me as he leans further over my body, groaning loudly as he sucks my tongue into his mouth greedily. Goosebumps raise on his skin as my hands run up his chest to tangle in his braids, tugging as we finally let the need take over.

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I can’t tell you how long we rolled around on his mat, kissing and breathing each other in as we tangled together, not knowing where one of us begins and the other ends. Eventually I have to pull away once my exhaustion is too great to ignore. The moment that I try to tell him I need to go home and get some sleep Tsu’tey protests.

Grunting in annoyance strong arms wind around my middle and pull me back against his strong chest, refusing to let me leave him. “Sleep, human.” Cold chills rack my body as his warm breath hits the back of my neck. His warmth coaxes me back against him as he nuzzles his nose into my hair and curls around me, long fingers stroking my belly and lulling me to sleep.

That night, I had the best night’s sleep than I’ve had in months.

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stargirlrchive · 2 years ago

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avatar nsfw headcanons

pairings: afab!reader x jake, x tsu'tey, x tonowari (separate)

photocreds: @persefolli >:)

cw: cum play, balls in mouth (LMAOOO), creampies, p in v, choking, spanking, cock warming, tsu'tey (trust he needs a warning), sub!tonowari (canon) , oral m & f receiving, marking/biting, spit kink? think that is all, but any typos? ignore them! this is filthy

jake sully

pussy eater enjoyer

like if you're both laying down, his hips are violently rutting down onto the floor, or mattress (do na’vi’s have mattresses?) or grass bc he just loves having his head buried between your legs

whining quietly every time you tug on his hair and grind your hips onto his face

loves LOVES biting your thighs, seeing the way your hips jump softly when his teeth sink into the soft plush of your skin

eye contact, mf is eating you with his eyes, they’re all low and a dark warm honey and sexy

pussy drunk

soft!dom

idgaf what anyone says dilf!jake whimpers!

he is so vocal! telling you how good you’re making him feel, how good you’re taking him

enjoys edging himself, like loooooves the feeling of his balls being heavy, slapping against your clit as he pounds into you

will make you cum soooo many times before he lets himself cum

he is a tit man, this is canon

loves leaving hickies on your breast and chest

loves even more when you try to hide them but you can’t

i feel like cumming inside you is rare, but bc he enjoys seeing his cum on your face, ass, back, chest, stomach etc

spit kink is insane, loves when he taps the side of your face and you just open up your mouth and let him do it

he thinks it’s so filthy and his brain goes brrrrr

he’s always horny

tsu’tey

you're his little creampie (LMAO)

loves seeing his cum dribble out of you

fingers some of the cum back into you before having you clean off both of your release from them

he gets soooo hard feeling your tongue suck them clean and the soft little moans you let out go straight to his cock

i thinks he’s big on cock-warming

especially after a really stressful day, he loves sinking into you, and just controlling your movements

anytime your hips shift, you’ll get a swat to your ass, telling you to behave

it’s def a control thing, because there are so many things that can go wrong during the day, but THIS?? no you’re going to be a good girl and you’re gonna listen

you love it though

he’s def into choking you, likes seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head as everything becomes too much

like you’re so fucked out, your breathing is so labored and your babbling stupidly and it’s all because of him

tsu’tey is an ass man! loves spanking you and seeing his hand print of the soft skin

he’s a biter, like you’re his! and it’s going to be everyone’s problem

tonowari

bbg is so submissive like

opposite of tsu’tey, wari loves being choked

like you’re so much smaller than him, really your hands around his throat are doing practically nothing but he loves submitting to you

poor baby is always taking care of everyone, he just want to be taken care of, and your tiny fingers gripping around his neck just does something to him

he loves when your ride him, the way you use him to get yourself off makes him feel so good about himself

your boobs bouncing in his face, god he gets so flustered and telling you how good he’s been for you and how good you’re making him feel

WHIMPERS, MOANS, CRIES OUT YOUR NAME

pussy drunk, duh!

but even more than you sucking his cock, he goes fucking feral when you play with his balls (RAHHHH)

he always asks if he can cum

he loves when you mark him, mf wears it so proudly like he does not gaf!

I think he’s also a boob man, sorry!

but y’all can just be laying down, ready to go to bed and his mouth is on your chest, sucking and licking, working himself up and rutting his hardening cock against your lower bellying or the side of your thighs

he’s obsessed with you

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randxmthxughts · 2 years ago

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Can't wait to meet you - Tsu'tey x pregnant!reader

summary: pregnant!reader having to reassure tsu'tey that he will be a great father, despite his fears

wc: 800

a/n: i have a long weekend and i'm planning to take full advantage of that. i promise, i'll get to writing dad!tsu'tey raising his babies, but before that i need some more tsu'tey just happily existing with his pregnant mate

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The thick, humid air of the night clung to your skin, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable trace all over your swollen body. Being so far along in your pregnancy, sharing a hammock with Tsu’tey was becoming increasingly cramped. His chest pressed tightly into your back and despite your attempts to shift your weight for a cooler spot, to no avail, it was too difficult to move. You let out a soft sigh, giving up on the idea, a trickle of sweat ran down your forehead. But as you tried to drift back to sleep, you heard Tsu’tey’s ragged breathing, and for a second you thought that he might be having a nightmare.

“Tsu’tey?” you whispered in case he was asleep.

Tsu’tey hummed in response behind you, signaling that he was wide awake. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his profile in the dim moonlight. His eyes were open, staring up at the night sky.

With much effort, you turned around to lay on your other side and face him. Your big stomach immediately put a distance between your bodies, only brushing lightly against Tsu’tey’s core and bringing him out of his thoughts. You were exhausted, wishing to go back to sleep, but your mate losing sleep for the third night in the row was concerning, and it was about time that you comforted him.

“Go back to sleep, yawntu,” Tsu’tey mumbled, feeling a little guilty for your tired state.

He had to crane his neck awkwardly to lean down and plant a soft kiss on your forehead, something that he had gotten used to ever since your belly had grown in size.

“Why aren’t you asleep, Tsu’tey?” the grit in your voice sounded pleasantly sweet to his ears, “I can tell something is troubling you.”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head lightly, his expression betraying his words.

“Please share with your muntxatu,” you offered, placing your palm on Tsu'tey's chest.

He softened at the gesture, covering your hand with his and squeezing it lightly. Your all-knowing warm gaze was like a gentle wind, slowly unraveling and peeling away each layer of fear and doubt he had been putting on for the past months.

“I am scared that… I won’t be good enough for her,” he confessed, his ears lowering in shame.

You blinked in confusion, tracing the soft glow of his freckles back to his eyes, that were unwilling to look at you. Your heart swelled at the realization that he was talking about your daughter.

“You have no reason to be scared, Tsu’tey, you will be everything she could ever wish for,” you scooted closer to him, as much as your body allowed you to.

“What if I’m not?” he let out a deep sigh, finally meeting your gaze with vulnerability reflecting in his own, “You know how I am, yawntu… I can be harsh sometimes. What if she sees that and gets scared? If she goes off running or gets lost, and I get angry with her, then what? I don’t want her to fear me… or hate me.”

“Your concern for her even before she's born shows how good of a father you will be, Tsu’,” you looked at him with a soft smile, “And I know you won't hurt her, just like you've never hurt me.”

“I will protect her with my whole heart if I need to. Both of you,” Tsu’tey declared, feeling it in his whole being.

And you knew he meant it. With every fiber in his body, Tsu’tey was committed to give his unborn child everything he could and more. His love for her was pouring out of every word he muttered, every gesture, every thought in his head.

“I know,” you hummed in contentment, “And both of us love you just for the way you are.”

His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to nuzzle your cheek, whispering a small ‘thank you.’ Tsu'tey rested his palm gently against your swollen belly, shifting to bring his face to the same level.

“Can’t wait to meet you,” he spoke softly to his unborn child, as you watched him with admiration.

Both of you felt a sudden movement from within your belly in response to his voice. Something small pressed against your skin, causing his eyes to widen, and Tsu’tey gently traced the imprint with his fingers, marveling at the sight he had already seen many times before.

“I think she’s saying it back,” you said. Tsu’tey nodded in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your belly.

“I love you so much. Your mommy and you made me the happiest man alive, you know that?”

And just like a response, the baby kicked again, drawing out a laugh out of both of you.

“Feels like she’s going to talk back a lot when she learns how to,” you teased, smiling down at Tsu’tey.

“Going to be just like her mother,” he grinned back.

You rolled your eyes playfully but the smile on your lips widened. Seeing your mate so happy over your shared love was something you could never grow tired of.

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ronwestbreeze · 11 months ago

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you're gonna go far | 9

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Tsu’tey remembered when he first came back from death.

It was like clawing out of the ground and feeling as though there was dirt filling his lungs. He remembered Arvok hugging him and crying into his shoulder when he found him awake. He remembered his father sitting nearby and quietly thanking the Great Mother for this second chance, for this mercy, even though they didn’t deserve it. He remembered his mother calling him a gift and that Eywa favored him, that he was the true and chosen Olo’eyktan to the People. Like he was some type of god that Eywa created herself.

He remembered feeling so horrible that his mother didn’t even see him as her son anymore. But a god of sorts. An idol to look to.

Someone so perfect that no one, not even a demon or the daughter of a “simple” Tsahik deserved his attention or praise.

The People celebrated once they learned that Tsu’tey had survived the battle, even when all the odds were against him. In a way, they looked to him as some sort of god too. Not to the extent that Artsut did but idolized him, nonetheless. Tsu’tey remembered feeling frozen as if he were turned to stone, hardened into an empty vessel.

He didn’t feel like himself. He just felt exhausted.

All. The. Time.

And no matter what he did, that exhaustion or feeling of wanting to sleep for a long, long time, never left him. He was just stuck in this state where he was both living but half buried in the ground.

It wasn’t until Tsu’tey confessed to what he was feeling to Jake who then put everything he felt into words that he could not—still couldn’t—quite understand.

“It’s a common thing we humans feel,” Jake explained once when it was just the two of them in the middle of the night.

Sitting in a tree, watching a lively celebration far below. That world seemed so far away at the time. And it was then that Tsu’tey felt like the god his mother praised him to be. Disconnected from the world that he so cherished but watched over them with a protective heart.

“That exhaustion, truthfully, that probably won’t ever go away. This depression can wear us down until all we want to do is sleep without worrying about waking up. Living doesn’t feel the same anymore. Almost like it’s a burden to both you and everyone around you. And then comes the exhaustion.”

Tsu’tey stared at Jake, both thoughtfully and to memorize every detail of the dreamwalker’s face. “Have you felt this?” It was the predictable question at the time. He seemed to know exactly what Tsu’tey felt, so much so, that it sounded as if he lived through—still went through this experience.

Humans were as peculiar as they were dangerous. They hid their feelings. They didn’t allow themselves the freedom to feel as if someone or something was holding them back. They were often birds trapped in a steel cage when the way out was right in front of their face.

That was a certain observation one would notice if they paid close attention. Tsu’tey paid Jake a lot of attention. Memorized his micro-expressions. Noted the way he hid behind an impenetrable wall with a single window he only allowed certain people to look through.

It’s what Tsu’tey imagined loving Jake would be like. Finding ways to climb over that wall to embrace that lonely soul on the other side.

Which was why he was keenly aware of the fact that Jake never answered his question. But instead said, “Many people don’t always have someone to keep them above the surface. That is why most end up drowning forever until they fall asleep. It’s okay to feel these things, even if they’re hard to acknowledge. And if you need to talk, I’m always here. I’m too human not to help you, even if you don’t approve of me.”

While Jake’s words were somewhat flowery and cautious in delivery, there was Neytiri, who grounded him with her very blunt words.

“You are not a god. You are Tsu’tey.”

She did not see him as a god. And he was grateful for that.

Perhaps that was why he so easily fell for her after the war. Or, rather accepted his feelings after forcing them back because of his guilt with Sylwanin.

You did not see him as a god.

And he was relieved by that.

Yet that relief would soon be buried beneath the horror of something else he saw whenever looking at you.

It was himself.

Half alive. And half buried in the ground.

And Tsu’tey had this strong urge to start digging at the ground with his bare fingers. Until his nails were filled with dirt. Until his clean skin was dirtied. Until they bled.

He owed you that much.

“That demon did this!” His mother, Artsut hissed while she knelt next to Arvok’s sleeping body in some form of protection. She stared up at him, pleading, desperate, and angry. “Will you let that creature run free like you did before? Look what that thing’s done! She’s hurt your blood! Be Olo’eyktan and exact punishment on the ones that hurt your family!”

“Reeds didn’t do this.” His mate, Jake protested calmly—as calmly as he could when it came to Artsut. His arms were wrapped around him so tightly his muscles twitched whenever he moved, tail lashing behind him as he continued. “Arvok had already explained what happened. The Tipani warriors were going for Hell’s Gate. Arvok had tried to stop them, they got pissed and injured him—”

“And who’s fault is that?!” Artsut snapped viciously, eerily resembling that of a palulukan. “If that demon hadn’t landed here none of this would be happening!” She turned her fiery gaze onto Tsu’tey, her pleading becoming more adamant as she spoke. “You must kill it! This is your doing, you never should’ve let it live! And now our clan is in danger because of that creature—”

Jake scoffed, his tail swinging now, “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Artsut hissed at him, “You do not deserve to speak, demon! I should have connived my son to kill you the first day you came to us—”

“Enough!” Tsu’tey hissed as he stalked forward and grabbed his mother by the arm.

“Tsu’tey—” She tried protesting only to be interrupted by his hiss.

“Be quiet, mother.” He led her out of his shared hut and went outside.

Once they were further away from the entrance, he let her arm go.

“My son—”

“No, mother.” Tsu’tey didn’t want to hear any excuses or laments that would make him feel awful for putting her in her place. “I’ve warned you and you’ve gone too far many times now. You are my mother, I do not wish to remove you from my children’s lives—”

She gasped and grabbed his wrist, “Do not be so cruel to your mother! You would prevent me from seeing my own grandchildren?!”

“You do not even accept the one son that I have!” Tsu’tey snapped but stopped when her eyes widened. He did not wish to shout. He did not wish for any more division. But she wasn’t making it any easier on him. So he continued slowly, “Jakesully is my mate. Neytiri is my mate. I will not allow you to keep disrespecting them. They are a part of my life, they make me happy. Shouldn’t that be what you wish for your own son? Do you not want me to be happy?”

Artsut scoffed in disbelief as if what he was saying were unbelievable, “Of course, I do. I wish for nothing but eternal happiness for my one and only boy—”

“I am not your only child.” He said gently, his heart falling. “Your son nearly died—”

“I know this! Do you think I do not know?!” Her eyes became glassy, her grip on his wrist tightening. “But know this, son. I do want your happiness. That is what any mother wants for her children.”

Tsu’tey watched her with a frown. He wished, he really wished he could believe her. Maybe a part of him did—wanted to. But he couldn’t help this unease in him whenever she was around him and his mates. He’d always feel her disapproval. No matter what flowery words she’d say, she would not change her opinion of Neytiri, Jake, Neteyam, and even their unborn little one.

But today he would not push any further. Today he was simply too tired.

“You should return to your home.” He told her and pulled his wrist free from her grasp. “Arvok will stay with us tonight—”

“Tsu’tey—”

“It is closer to the Tsahik’s where she can come and go freely to check on him.” He turned his back to her as the next words spilled out of his mouth like blood. “I do not want you near during that time. Or for a while. Not until I say you can come.”

There was a beat. And then there was sniffling. Tsu’tey refused to look at her. “You are abandoning your mother! You would do this to your own mother, who carried you for so long—” Tsu’tey ignored her words and ignored the pang in his chest as he forced himself to walk away. “It is that demon that has done this to us! They keep destroying everything we hold dear! If you will not kill it then I will—”

At that, Tsu’tey whirled around and stalked toward her as he spoke warningly, “You should be thanking Eywa that your son isn’t dead! You should be thanking our Great Mother that the demon had brought Arvok back instead of leaving him for dead! You should be thanking her that the arrow did not hit him but the demon instead! And yet here you are, plotting to kill Eywa’s favored!”

At this, Artsut scoffed, “Eywa would not favor a stain on her beautiful creation—”

“As Olo’eyktan I order you to stay away from the de…” He winced, not wanting to sound as venomous as his mother did. “—from the dreamwalker. I will carry out the will of Eywa as I intend to do. As this clan is intended to do. And because of that, she is under my protection now. She has saved my brother—your son. She has earned this right. You will leave her alone.”

“And what if I don’t?!” Artsut shouted as Tsu’tey turned his back away from her and began stalking back to his hut. “Will you punish your own mother?! Will you kill me?! Tsu’tey? Tsu’tey, answer me! Do not turn your back on me! Tsu’tey—”

Her cries continued to ring in his ears, making him tremble.

He did not feel like a god.

He just felt like a failure.

Failure of a son.

Failure of a mate.

Failure of a leader.

He did not return to his hut.

You were lost. That was fine.

To be honest, you weren’t even focusing enough to go where you wanted. Frankly, you weren’t even sure how to get to your mother’s burial from here. All you did was wander around until you were far enough from the clan, until all you were surrounded by was forest until your legs gave out to the point where you couldn’t walk anymore.

There was a large leaf nearby, big enough for you to duck under it and sink to the ground as it covered your head from the rain. There was still a bit of daylight out, so you had more than enough time to stay there. Because getting back up was going to be difficult.

And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to keep going.

Your mother’s songcord was dangling from your hands now as silent tears spilled down your cheeks. You cried. And cried. And cried. And cried. And cried. Until you were hallowed. Until you weren’t sure if there was anything left of you at this point.

God, you hadn’t cried in so long.

You were dead. Your real body was dead. That wasn’t even your choice either. You had been poisoned, you died, and now you were in a new body.

None of it had been your choice. You didn’t want this. If you had the choice—if it were really up to you—you would’ve let the poison kill you. Anything was better than living in this hell where everything just seemed to be against you.

No matter what you did to make your situation better, something always came along and tackled you back to the ground, pushing you further and further until you began sinking again.

Death could’ve ended all of that.

But even that choice was taken out of your hands.

You could’ve done it now.

You could’ve gone back to Hell’s Gate, grabbed your knife, and…

And—and—and—

For a moment, your mind was quiet as you stared at your mother’s songcord. As you stared at the bone that ended the string.

You were a coward.

Something rustled a few feet away from you. Your body froze and considered the sounds around you. The rustling continued, drawing a little too close for your comfort.

With that, you ducked from under the leaf and moved away from the sounds.

Because even if you somewhat wanted to die, you sure as hell knew it wouldn’t be at the hands of a palulukan.

No. You were just a coward.

Dying took bravery. And you didn’t feel too brave at the moment.

All you could do was stagger forward until you found something to latch onto. To take you away from this until you felt brave enough.

Until then, you kept wandering through the forest. Letting rain pour onto your already wet and somewhat matted hair.

You tugged at one of the locks and hummed to yourself. You should do your hair.

At that, you kept going until eventually you found a waterfall. By then the rain had finally let up, the air was cool, and the smell of rain stayed with you despite the downpour disappearing.

It would’ve been calming if you allowed it to be.

The area itself was beautiful even in this dreary weather. You found a rock just a few feet away from the mainland and jumped onto it. Sitting down with your legs crossed, you leaned over the edge a bit, staring back at your reflection in the water.

Well, you supposed you looked as horrible as you felt. Your hair was one of the main things contributing to that. The braid that Neytiri made was still intact but the rest of your hair was just a wild mess. It was beginning to mat together and form dreads.

So, not particularly happy with the look and wanting a good enough reason to distract your hands and mind, you began doing your hair.

Diving into the waters wasn’t a good idea considering your healing injuries. Instead, you ducked your head into the waters. It was nice. Feeling the cool water against your skin, waking you up slightly. You would’ve stayed like this for a while and you did, considering you could hold your breath for a while.

The tension in your muscles relaxed and right when you were feeling yourself being pulled to sleep, something yanked on your queue, bringing your head out of the water and causing you to fall onto your back.

“Ow!”

“Skxawng!” You looked up only to regret it when you found Tsu’tey scowling down at you. “What do you think you are doing?!”

You rolled your eyes and tugged your queue out of his grasp, “Obviously I came to drown myself. Congrats, you just saved the inconvenience.” Tsu’tey frowned, looking incredibly serious. You looked up at him and sighed, “I’m kidding. Do you guys not make depressing jokes now and then? Or is that only a human thing?”

He didn’t respond and you weren’t exactly waiting for one. Instead, you turned away from him and began parting your hair. You didn’t have a comb so running your hands through your thick curls was the best you could do for now. The best you could do at this point was take two strands and begin twisting them.

Tsu’tey appeared next to you, looming and watching you do your hair with a huff, “You’re doing that wrong.”

You glared, “I know how to do my own hair thank you.”

He didn’t move and you ignored him as you kept going with your hair. That was until you felt longer fingers wrap around yours and remove it from your hair.

“Hey—”

You felt his hands in your hair. Instantly, you went to yank yourself away from him only to stop when you felt his fingers move. It wasn’t rough or harsh, it was actually rather careful and precise. Any other day you would’ve shoved him away and told him to never touch your hair again but seeing as his braids were pretty neat and concise, you reconsidered.

Hell, maybe you’ve lost it. You were seriously letting Tsu’tey—the man who hated you the most—do your hair.

Maybe when you died you somehow went into a whole other universe. Yeah, that had to be it.

He was mumbling under his breath in Na’vi. You caught some words here and there like “humans” and “useless” a few times. But other than that his voice had been too quiet and quick for you to understand or at least translate some of the things he was saying.

Eventually, his hands disappeared from your hair. “There.” You watched as he stepped away from you to grab a bow from the ground, stretching his fingers, his face turned away from you so that you couldn’t see his expression.

You felt your hair to find some of it braided while the rest would’ve been left to mat together again. You tugged on it thoughtfully, perhaps you could let them turn into locs. It would be easier anyway. A lot more manageable considering you often forget to do your hair these days.

Next to you, Tsu’tey had also grabbed an arrow and approached the edge of the rock, pointing his bow down at a group of fish floating around the rock the both of you were on. You halfheartedly watched as the arrow flew into the water seconds later and hit one of the fish.

Absentmindedly you tugged on another braid as he went into the water to grab the arrow, “The Tsahik is looking for you.” He took the arrow from the water and yanked the fish off the tip. “She says you should not be up right now but resting. She is very upset at your disappearance.”

You didn’t respond. Tsu’tey looked back at you expectantly and you frowned, “So you came looking for me?”

A part of you was half-joking and half-annoyed when asking the question. You just wanted to be alone for a while. And dealing with Tsu’tey was the last thing you wanted right now.

“Yes,” Tsu’tey responded easily as he threw the dead fish to the spot next to you. You cringed away from it as he drew back another arrow. “And by the time I am done here, you will be coming with me to be checked by her.” You glared at the ground. A beat went by. “I will not take no for an answer. Your wounds are still healing—”

“Can we just, can we wait for a while?” You dropped your hands from your hair and into the waters. “I just—I need a place to breathe, okay? Back there, it’s just too suffocating. And I really don’t want to fight today. I’m too tired, so please…”

You didn’t look at him. But you did hear the arrow release and hit the water. Another beat went by. The waters slushed as he moved, “So you came here. For peace.”

It wasn’t a question but more of a statement like he understood it.

And reluctantly, you nodded in response.

For a while, you were quiet. Both of you. Tsu’tey grabbed the arrow and tossed the fish onto the rock. The water filled the silence, bringing you a sense of comfort in this long silence. You didn’t feel obligated to speak and Tsu’tey didn’t bother to conversate either. A big difference between him and Jake who would probably be talking your ear off with stupid jokes and infuriating jabs.

Not that it wouldn’t help a bit.

But right now, all you felt was exhaustion. Even Tsu’tey allowed himself to appear somewhat tired, at least from what you saw whenever his face was turned in your direction.

“I thank you.”

You looked at him then, his back was still turned to you as he continued, “For saving my brother. Arvok. The arrow, he could have died if you hadn’t taken it for him. You—”

“Anyone would’ve done it.” You shrugged off, not wanting this type of attention. Especially not from him. What you did may have been somewhat heroic but you sure as hell didn’t feel that way. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I will.” Tsu’tey drew his arrow back again. The arrow flew again and hit another fish. “Even when I treated you horribly. You still saved him.”

You frowned and shook your head. His thanks for some reason made you feel worse. You didn’t know why but you wanted it to stop. “Like I said, anyone would’ve done it if they were in my position.”

“Hmph.” Tsu’tey tossed the third fish onto the rock and jumped back onto the rock with you. He grabbed the three fishes by the tail and nodded toward the forest, “Come, we should head back—”

“No.”

You heard him sigh, “Dreamwalker—”

“I can’t go back right now.” You blurted out, your hands clenching into fists as you glared down at your reflection. “I just can’t, okay? I can’t go back and face the pitiful looks Norm will send me. I can’t go back to Neytiri telling me that Eywa saved me or gave some fucking second chance that I had no say in. I can’t go back to hear Jake apologize over and over and over again until I go fucking crazy! I just can’t!”

You buried your face into your hands, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to face the world. All you felt, all you wanted to do was just crawl into a hole and hope that everyone left you alone. You hoped that you could lie down and become stone. You hoped you could become the tragedy that was amid the beautiful Pandora.

You hoped—You hoped—You hoped—

Something within your body told you that you were crying but no tears came.

Half alive and half buried.

Until they bled.

Something heavy landed on top of your head. It took you a moment for you to realize it was a hand—Tsu’tey’s hand. You dropped your hands from your face and frowned, reluctantly looking up at him to find him staring back at you.

God, these people were straightforward when it came to expressing themselves. Even Tsu’tey, who you considered the hardest to read out of the three.

“It is sad.” Tsu’tey squatted down next to you, his hand gently ruffling your hair. Your ears twitched, “I am sorry.”

You were taken aback, to say the least. Never in a million years could you imagine Tsu’tey out of all people, comforting you. Frankly, you never thought he felt anything toward you to enact such a strange reaction from him. And yet you didn’t move. Too afraid that if you flinched then he would take his hand away.

A part of you felt awful that he had to do this. And a part of you…

“You don’t have to do this.” You mumbled.

He huffed, “I do what I want. And I choose to be here. You saved my brother.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to comfort me.” This unyielding guilt was overwhelming, You almost wanted to shove his hand away. “I feel like I’m using you.”

“Then use me.”

You shook your head again, his hand remained firm, “You’re impossible—as usual.”

“Hmph.”

The both of you stayed like this for a while longer. It was getting dark. Creatures would start coming out soon. Perhaps you should stop being so stubborn and move already.

Tsu’tey didn’t say anything though. He was rather still and quiet. You looked over, for a moment wondering if he was asleep.

Only you found his yellow gaze staring at something intensely. Frowning, you followed his gaze.

Floating toward the both of you was an atokirina. Huh, you hadn’t seen one of these in a while. And even now they were still as pretty as you remembered them. Last time there were multiple, but this time it was one.

You stood and Tsu’tey followed seconds after.

Even for this, you remained still. As if moving would somehow scare it off. Tsu’tey must’ve had the same thought, standing as still as a statue next to you as the atokirina floated over your heads. The pure creature hovered over Tsu’tey’s forehead for a bit until it came over to you, tickling your nose.

Tsu’tey watched you and the atokirina in astonishment. It floated between the two of you for a moment before finally floating away.

You watched it in for a moment longer before your arm began to throb. Tsu’tey noticed you rolling your arm back uncomfortably and finally snapped out of his trance, “Is your arm bothering you?”

“A little.” You admitted reluctantly.

With a nod, he grabbed the fish and then the bow as he gestured toward the forest, “Come. We should return now. Mo’at is waiting.”

This time you did not protest. You glanced back toward the direction the atokirina disappeared before finally following after Tsu’tey.

When you got to Mo’at’s hut, she was already scowling at you. And surprisingly it was rather scary. So much so, that you unconsciously shrunk behind Tsu’tey so you wouldn’t feel any of her wrath. Jake and Neytiri were there as well, for what you did not know, but they appeared to have been waiting for yours and Tsu’tey’s return.

“Well, now we know you are well enough to foolishly run off.” Mo’at huffed as she pointed toward the spot on the floor. “Sit.”

Without waiting for you to respond, Mo’at dragged you to the spot and sat you down on the floor. Tsu’tey remained near the entrance and watched you silently. He hadn’t said anything ever since you started your walk back to their base. You wondered if he was at all bothered about seeing the atokirina. Or if it was on his mind at all.

While Mo’at wiped the dried mush from your arm, Neytiri squatted down next to you, “How are you feeling?”

“I died.” You said dryly. “Other than that, I’m swell.”

Jake sighed from his spot closest to Tsu’tey and the entrance, “Well, her snark’s intact. You sure she’s not back to normal?” You rolled your eyes, Neytiri rubbed your back while glaring at Jake.

“We saw an atokirina,” Tsu’tey spoke for the first time since you left the waterfall. “It came to the demon and I…” He said the rest of his explanation in Na’vi. You frowned, looking at Jake and Neytiri to gauge what exactly he was saying. You watched Neytiri’s ears twitch as her eyes brightened. Then there was Jake who looked completely serious, tail swinging behind him. Mo’at gave nothing away as she added more mush to your arm. You held back a scoff, irritated that you were the only one who couldn’t understand a single word.

“Another sign from Eywa,” Mo’at spoke in English. She looked at you almost knowingly as she continued. “This dreamwalker is here for a reason. Maybe for the same reason, Jakesully had come to us. Or something completely different. Perhaps this is her way of choosing a fourth for you.”

Neytiri perked up instantly, her hand squeezing your good shoulder gently. Jake’s head was bowed, hiding his expression. And Tsu’tey just frowned. And you felt your entire face grow hot. Suddenly you were rather aware of everything around you. If you had been standing, you would’ve fainted.

“Or maybe it’s something else?” You offered, trying to move the conversation forward instead of enduring this awkward and uncomfortable silence.

Mo’at watched all four of your expressions and huffed, “Come. We will just ask the Great Mother ourselves—”

“No, we don’t have to.” Jake stood straighter, tail lashing behind him.

Neytiri stood and sent him a look, “Ma’ Jake—”

But he shook his head, “I’m not doing it. I’m not taking her as a mate. That’s not fair and you know it—”

“And if it is in Eywa’s will?” Mo’at challenged, raising an invisible brow. “What then, Jakesully?”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You added, already growing irritated by this conversation.

“Yeah, you’re right. You do have a say in this. But I’m gonna make this easy for you.” Jake nodded steely. “We’re fine as three. There is no room for another—especially her.”

“Fuck you!” You snapped, shooting to your feet. “Who the hell do you think you are—”

“Hey, I’m on your side here!” Jake argued. You failed to see the surprised reaction from your outburst, you failed to see the way he raised his hand as if easing you like you were a dangerous animal about to pounce—no you saw that actually. And it only pissed you off even more. “Do you want me to lie and welcome you into my family with open arms just like that? Or do you want the honest truth, Reeds? You value that, right?”

You let out a humorless laugh, skin boiling in anger now, “You really are full of shit, you know that, Sully? So you think it’s okay to just discard me then? As if I don’t have any fucking feelings? Am I just an emotionless body to you, Jake? Am I not supposed to be offended? ‘Especially her’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“That’s enough—” Neytiri started only to be stopped by Mo’at who watched the two of you keenly. Even Tsu’tey didn’t even speak up. He didn’t snap at you nor did he stop Jake. He just watched on in grim silence that neither you nor Jake bothered to notice.

“I’m doing this for you—I’m not sayin’ this just to be an asshole, Reeds!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You snickered mockingly. Honestly, you had no idea why you were so angry. You were just tired. Tired of him. Tired of this. Tired of all this bullshit. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Sully, you’re not exactly prize material either, so there. Why don’t you just say that instead of hiding it behind some horse shit—”

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered in disbelief. Jake looked to the sky, struggling to respond. Struggling to string the words together.

But it shouldn’t have been that hard. “You’re right, I do value truth, Sully. So be fucking honest and just spit it out. Enough of the trying to protect me bullshit—I’ve heard enough of it and I don’t need any more of it. Say what you want, don’t hide now. It’s easy when it comes to me, right?”

You were just angry. So, so angry. You weren’t even sure if this anger deserved to be directed at him. If this anger was even about this conversation. You weren’t even sure why you were fighting so fiercely.

Jake scoffed, “And you think you make being around you easy? You don’t think maybe there’s a reason I blow up at you? You don’t think maybe it’s because you can be a huge asshole sometimes?”

“Oh yeah, this mate shit is going to work out perfectly.” You snorted.

“I can’t mate with someone I don’t love,” Jake spoke more bluntly toward Mo’at, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey. “I don’t know how much more honest I have to be about this. I can’t love someone like her. How can I? Not even a fucking miracle could ever get me to, and that’s the truth. You happy now? Is that what you want to hear?”

The tent was silent by then. Neytiri, in the corner of your eye, had her tail lashing behind her. Tsu’tey, who stood further back behind Jake held an unreadable expression instead of his usual severity but offered nothing. Mo’at just waited with her keen eyes on all four of you. She then sighed and shook her head, mumbling something in Na’vi.

You wished you weren’t so affected by his words. “Fine. Don’t love me, Jake.” You wished your heart didn’t sink to the pits of your stomach. You wished your heart wouldn’t take this much hut. You didn’t even want him. You didn’t even want a mate.

But you were unknowable. Unlovable.

You’ve always known this. So it shouldn’t have hurt so much for someone to tell you this straight to your face.

“Earn that shit.” You muttered, schooling your face into your usual impassive mask despite your achy eyes. Now you looked to Mo’at who was watching you in particular, “Is that all, Tsahik?”

You failed to see Jake’s shoulders fall and his ears lower, “Reeds—”

Mo’at spoke over him, “I want you back here in two days. Your wound is not fully healed yet.” She then looked at Tsu’tey, her eyes seeming to want something from him, “Is there a problem with that, Olo’eyktan?”

At this, Tsu’tey shook his head stiffly, “No. You are Tsahik. You must continue your work.”

“Mmph.” Mo’at huffed in what appeared to be disappointment. “Then you may leave, dreamwalker.”

You nodded and stalked toward the entrance. Neytiri tried reaching for you but you had been too quick for her grasp to catch, “Ma ‘tanhi…”

Jake avoided your gaze as you passed him, “I’ll see you later, Neytiri.” You stepped out of the hut, not bothering to look back.

After jumping down a few branches and landing on the ground, you found that two warriors were waiting for you on pa’li. One of the warriors guided a pa’li toward you, which you got on without much difficulty.

And without looking back, the pa’li began to move. You were cold. And tired.

Half alive and half buried in the ground.

“I will make sure my warriors return her safely to the human base,” Tsu’tey spoke stiffly as he ducked out of the hut. Jake watched him go, uneasy about what his mate could’ve been thinking at the moment. It was the most difficult when Tsu’tey was like this. He was hard to read and wouldn’t let up until he confessed to what he was feeling. So, all Jake had to do was wait until then.

But right now, he did know one thing.

Fuck.

He’d gone too far.

Neytiri had watched you go just a few feet from the entrance of the hut and by the time you were long gone she stalked back inside. Jake flinched when her glare stabbed him through his thin skin when it came to her fury, “Why did you do that? Why were you so cruel? Why are you trying to push her away?”

His ears flattened again, “Tiyawn—”

“No!” She shook her head and backed away from his reach. “You humans and hiding your true feelings. I know you, Jake. I know what you said wasn’t true and yet you chose to hurt her anyway. Why? Why do this?”

Jake frowned, his body tensing, “How do you know this isn’t how I feel—”

“Baah!” Neytiri hissed, smacking his shoulder. “Even if what you said was true, you did not need to be cruel! You do not need to hurt her! Do you even care?!”

“Of course I do!” Jake argued. He wasn’t heartless. Of course, he saw how his words affected—continued to affect you.

God, why did you always react that way when it was him? Why did his heart always feel heavy whenever it came to yelling at you these days? You weren’t like this with Tsu’tey, you always fired back. Why was it different with him? “What I said was true. I am doing this for her! I’m trying to protect her—”

“From what?” Neytiri hissed as if the words he was saying were false. “No more excuses, Ma’ Jake, what is it that you are so afraid of?!”

How did she do it? How did she fiercely protect you like this without a care in the world? How did she fiercely care about you without being frightened of the consequences? “You weren’t there when Artsut threatened her life.” At this Neytiri faltered, her ears lowering slightly but Jake continued before she could interrupt her again, “She’s already being pulled into this mess with the clans. What happens if Artsut, a woman with great influence within this clan, comes for her? What happens when we take another human mate that she doesn’t approve of? What then? It’ll be our fault that Reeds becomes ruined. It’ll be our fault for not being careful—”

“That is not for us to decide,” Neytiri told him bluntly but her face softened—only a bit. “Your heart comes from a good place but your words are misguided.” She gingerly grew closer to him until her hand could reach the curve of his cheek as she gently caressed it. “Make this right. Enough of this fighting. Can’t you see she’s tired?”

Mo’at, who had been crushing some herbs in a bowl, did not refute her daughter’s wise words.

Jake was outnumbered. But he was also tired too.

You came back to Hell’s Gate to find a white sheet over your former body, right in the middle of a nearly empty room.

Cry. Just cry. Cry.

Instead, you stayed in that silent room. You did not look away from the body.

Half alive and half buried in the ground.

All you needed was a tombstone.

boom! chapter 9! this one chapter i was definitely nervous to write because we see jake and reeds at, in my opinion, their worst in their slowly developing relationship and a peek at the beginning of tsu'tey and reeds' future relationship.

hope you enjoyed it! chapter 10 should be coming soon!

(i'm not adding any more people anymore!)

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celestialthrone · 1 year ago

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The only acceptable meals I want every day, the dessert would be extra creamy 😩😭🫦

dessert too steamy to be included 🤭

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rosyjn · 1 year ago

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"What? Does that feel good?" dilf!jake sully messing around with you during a party. (SMUTT and angst) MDNI

(Not proofread sorry guys 🙏)

Intimacy is not uncommon among the Na'vi. They are very emotional creatures. PDA is completely acceptable, and most couples do it.

That's why it looks normal. It looks normal that you are sitting on Jake's lap while he sips his drink and looks out at the action. The cool nighttime breeze grazes your skin and chills it, making you shudder.

"Alright, hon?" he grabs your hip with his left hand, holding his drink in the right. His skin is warm and moist, probably from dancing earlier. His grip on you is firm and his amber eyes stare up at the back of your head, waiting for a response.

"Yeah, just a little bit cold," you turn your head to look in his eyes, assuring your honesty. He smiles and kneads your hip a little bit before setting his cup down beside him. He shifts his position.

"Y'know, the way you're sitting on me right now reminds me of reverse cowgirl," he leans forward and whispers into your ear. His voice is low and frisky. His hand on your hip tightens.

"Jake, why don't we just leave?" you whisper back, an eagerness growing around your heat. You're not shocked at his horniness, it's a fact of life by now. To your surprise, he ignores you. His smile fades and he leans back, pulling away from you.

"Tsu'tey, could you do me a favor? My mate said she's cold, can you bring us a blanket?" he turns to look at his friend and reaches an arm out to get his attention. Tsu'tey's ears perk up and Jake tilts his head.

Tsu’tey nods and scurries off and you’re stunned with Jake. You turn your body around awkwardly, trying to face Jake. Your hips rotate with the rest of your body and plop back down on him, making him groan.

"Don't," you sternly tell him. You look in his eyes, which are flooded with mischief. The noise of the party still rages behind you. The air is filled with whoops, chatter, music, and spirit.

"What? Just wanna keep you warm," he smirks and picks his drink up, taking a sip while keeping eye contact.

"For you," a deep voice interrupts your altercation, handing Jake a neatly folded blanket. Tsu'tey greets the both of you, and you smile. The blanket that he brought is weaved beautifully, and you appreciate the gesture.

Jake thanks his friend, then unfolds the blanket and wraps it around your shoulders like a shawl. He stares down at your body as he wraps you up loosely, making sure to cover where your hips rest on his lap.

The fabric of the blanket is soft and comforting, warming you up easily. Jake pats your shoulder.

"All good?" he tilts his head and asks you.

"Mmm hmm," you nod.

He smirks and starts to move his legs slowly, shifting you slightly. The friction rubs against your heat leisurely. You close your eyes and exhale, wanting more. Jake notices your reaction.

"What? Does that feel good?" he teases. You cant do anything but whine. You give him a look, a desperate look. You’re begging to go somewhere private.

“Please,” you whisper, your pupils dilating. He can’t take it anymore. He gets up, pushing you off of him and you slide, almost falling over completely. This catches Tsu’tey’s attention, but it fades away once you smile and begin to follow Jake like a lost puppy.

He’s moving quickly away from the party, not even looking back for you. You awkwardly chase after him, holding the blanket on yourself.

“Are we going to our tent?” you ask, pushing branches out of the way and hopping over bushes.

“Be serious. Where the fuck do you think we’re going?” he grumbles. His tone and sternness catches you off guard. You quit chasing and stop dead in your tracks. He immediately notices and stops too, turning to face you.

“Why? Why are you being like this?” your brows furrow when you ask him. You just want him to be less harsh.

“Y/N-“ he begins, sighing in annoyance.

“No!” you raise your voice and your eyebrows distort themselves deeper. Jake’s face twists into a scowl.

“Don’t,” he exhales.

“I can’t. I don’t like this. I don’t like the way… that sometimes… you get- alone,” you cannot explain yourself well. You can’t even hold eye contact with him. You just try your best to convey what he’s making you feel.

“Not now, why are you starting now?” he shakes his head.

“No, listen to me! You get mean sometimes. It’s unpredictable. And you never realize it,” you fold your arms.

“Please, honey, don’t start arguing now. Why are we arguing? We left the party to fuck!” he raises his voice.

“You don’t get it…” you turn away.

“Y/N-“ he tilts his head.

“You don’t get it!” you snap. His face softens and his pupils dilate. “Now, you can go back to the party if you want. I’m just… going to go back to the tent. Don’t come home expecting to sleep on my cot with me, get in a hammock or something,” you sigh and scurry away, off into the forest.

Jake stands there, dumbfounded. He doesn’t understand. One minute, you were masturbating on his lap. The next, you were yelling at him to tell him he was mean and ignorant. He doesn’t understand where the mood changed. His ears fold back in regret, as he watches you run away and listens to your hasty footsteps. He stays there for a while.

You rush home, flustered. You don’t know why you reacted the way you did. Sometimes, Jake’s harshness catches you off guard. On occasion, you think he still hasn’t forgotten his military ways. You just didn’t like how cold he was sometimes. One minute, you were masturbating on his lap. The next, he just rushed to the tent, leaving you behind even though you’re his partner. It almost makes you think that he wasn’t looking out for you, and only wanted sex.

As you enter the tent, tears fill your eyes. Will Jake go back to the party? Will he take you completely off of his mind? Will he just ignore you and keep drinking? You bury your face in your hands and think of why your mate is so cold towards you. It just feels like he only wants to fuck you.

As Jake quietly follows your footsteps, guilt bubbles in his head. He knows you’re probably in the tent already, crying to yourself. His ears fold back and he loathes himself for not knowing what he did wrong. During his walk home, he picks up every glowing flower he sees and bunches it together, preparing a gift for you.

You sit on the floor of your tent as the entrance flaps slowly come open. You immediately flinch and scoot back. Jake’s head awkwardly peeks in.

“Hey, I uh- brought this for you,” he holds up his bouquet that he made, squatting down to get on your level. Your face immediately lights up, but you turn it off right away. You don’t know if you’re supposed to be content right now. You look back down at the floor.

Jake slowly crawls in, being careful to hold the bouquet upright. His eyes never leave your defeated face, his eyebrows staying raised and alert. But you’re on a mission. You don’t look at him, just keeping your eyes down and sighing. He accepts your pettiness and gently leaves the bouquet on your side of the cot, getting close to you in the process.

A moment passes, he just stays crouched in the floor, staring at you while you look away. He looks back down at the ground, and then up at you again.

“Y’know, I wanna say sorry, but… I don’t really know how. Because I want you to yell at me first, then I’ll really say it well,” he tells you. You can’t help but to laugh. Your face lightens up and you reach for the bouquet he left.

“I am mad at you, Ma’Jake, because you are harsh. You did not help me off your lap. You just got up and I practically fell off! Even Tsu’tey looked!” you scold. Jake seriously listens and nods.

“Then, in the forest, you got all stern! You said ‘Where the fuck do you think we’re going?’ You said that! And that made me mad because- of course I wouldn’t know! You were just rushing and not telling me! It made me feel unimportant. Like you only want to fuck me,” you vented to him. His eyes fill with sorrow.

“Y/N, I was just- I’m so sorry, okay? I see you as so much more than that, my girl,” he strokes your face. “I’m gonna work on it, on being caring and considerate to my love,” he smiles and pushes your hair out of your face. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just got overwhelmed. That’s all,” you shake your head and pull away. Jake holds you in place and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t say sorry,” he hugs you and you nod into his chest.

You accept his embrace and plant kisses on him. Your frustrations are gone now. The world has melted away, because you’re in your lover’s arms.

“Remember what we left the party to do?” you pull your face away from his chest and look up into his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but you see the way his face changes. He takes a glance at the cot, and then back to you. And then stands up, leaving you face to face with his growing cock.

“You know what to do,” he politely drops his loincloth for you. His cock is slowly expanding with arousal, and you take a second to admire it. Then, you use your hands and rub on it. Your fingers lightly caress his length, making him shudder.

His cock is growing quickly, warm with blood flow. After you tease it with your fingers, you stick your tongue out and slowly bring your face to it. Jake watches attentively as his breathing speeds up. You touch the tip with the flat of your tongue and he whines.

“Shhh,” you look up at him. As your tongue runs on his tip, his dick throbs and he trembles. You open your mouth wide and slowly engulf his member with it. When it grazes the back of your throat, you gag and pull away, coughing towards the ground and breaking eye contact with Jake.

“Mind getting on the bed for me?” he asks, watching you gag.

“Be considerate!” you make a face at him. He chuckles.

“I’ll rephrase that. Will you please get on the bed, take off your loincloth and your top, and wait for me to fuck your brains out?” he teases. You giggle and wipe your mouth.

“Sure,” you pick yourself up off the ground and crawl onto the cot, taking off your top and then flipping onto your back to slide off your loincloth and toss it on the floor. Jake watches you the whole time, arousal flooding him.

He strokes his cock in his hand and slowly walks over to you, smiling. You smile back. Your slick drips down in between your thighs. Your stomach coils in anticipation. He crawls towards you, his strong arms catching your eye.

“Want me to get right to it?” he asks, getting on top of you. You nod and put your hands on his shoulder. He positions his cock in front of your entrance and you breathe in, preparing for it.

He pushes into you and you two both gasp when the tip goes in. You clench around him so perfectly, his eyes weld shut. He stretches you out so perfectly, you wrap your legs around him. He inches into you, kissing your neck and breathing on it.

He picks up his thrusts, leaving you writhing and whimpering under him. With every push, you feel the coil in your stomach about to burst. Jake grunts and bares his teeth against your jaw. You can hear your cunt squelching and that only encourages your partner. Your back arches when you feel his warm pre cum inside of you.

“I- I-“ you stutter under the intense pleasure.

“Making you trip over your words? Hmm?” he taunts you. It just makes you whimper more.

“Augh…” your toes curl.

“You hate when I’m mean, you hate when I’m harsh and rough. But you love it during sex?” he grunts. Your legs squeeze him tighter as you feel your orgasm coming.

“Yes, yes,” you mindlessly submit. He laughs at you.

As your orgasm washes over you, the coil in your stomach releases and you grab onto Jake for dear life. His cum fills you up and you mewl. Your legs shake and he kisses you until you relax.

“How you feeling? Better?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes. Better.”

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