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When a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. One side a gorgeous woman, the other a fucking criminal.
Y/n and Lo’ak as best friend memes
my favorite platonic soulmates 🪐💜 their relationship in ‘virago’ is so sweet to me.
Me and Dani @jakexneytiri were talking about a Jake Knight and Lady Neytiri au😈
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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
Chapter 1: Guilty as Sin?
Prenote: Okay! We have chapter 1 now! Already diving into some smut. Remember, drink your water, get some sleep, enjoy!
Warnings: Cursing, MDNI, SMUT, NSFW, mature themes, masturbation, oral (fem receiving).
Ensley’s POV
It’s been just over a week since the incident with Colonel Quaritch. It is constantly replaying in my head. From the moment I ran into him, to the feel of my hand in his. I still see his eyes and the way they looked into mine. The smell of teakwood and the outdoors haunts my dreams.
This is crazy! All this bullshit for a man I don’t even know?! I’m never like this. I mean I’ve only had a small handful of boyfriends but none of them ever made me feel like this. Just the mere thought or mention of the colonel gets heat rising to my face and making me feel all warm and fuzzy. Seriously, what is this shit?
I don’t realize how long I've been scribbling my notes on this new plant until I feel a hand on my shoulder. It’s Grace.
“Can you do a big favor for me?” She asks and she has that specific look on her face that says “I know you hate doing this.” I sigh heavily.
“What is it?” I say flatly, already knowing what she’s going to ask.
“Will you sit in on that staff meeting that’s in an hour? Please?” She claps her hands together and smiles wide at me, she knows that I won’t say no.”
“Why do you always ask me to do it? There are plenty of other people that could do it.” I say in a desperate attempt to get her to go ask someone else.
“I know, but you’re the one I trust the best. You and your stubbornness proves to be good in these meetings. Also, I’ll let you off early if you do this for me.” I crack under this praise. God this woman is good at bribing me. She knows just how much I love my sleep.
“Ugh, fine.” I say. She pats my hand and says thank you before returning to her desk to get her work done. I look at the clock and it says ‘12:45 hour’. Okay, I’ve 45 minutes until this meeting. I can finish these notes and file them in that time.
I continue my scribbling, file my notes, and clean up my area just in time. I look at the clock and it’s ‘13:12 hour’. Perfect, I have just enough time to get there and still be a bit early. I hate being late and what do I hate even more than being late? I hate being on time. Early is the way to go for me.
I walk down the corridor until I reach the conference room. This isn’t a big meeting, it’s more of just a maintenance meeting where the more important people go over their accomplishments from the last month and then discuss their goals for the next. It never takes long. I don’t mind these meetings as I have made friends with one of the soldiers, Lyle Wainfleet. He and I both got stuck in these meetings for the exact same reason, our superiors couldn’t be bothered to do it themselves.
I take a seat in my usual spot which is the chair in the middle of the table. Nobody else is in the room so I stare off again. My mind wanders and runs wild, as it normally does. I let my imagination take control and it takes me back to damn Colonel Quaritch. What is this man doing to me? I imagine how that run in could have been different. What trouble we could’ve gotten into together. I begin to wonder. I wonder what his hands would feel like on my body, not just on my hand. How his lips would feel upon my skin and lips. I wonder what kind of lover he might be. Would he be kind and gentle or would he be rough and mean? Would he be a very basic partner or does he like to experiment?
My mind takes us to my room, on my bed. He tosses me on the bed and pulls to the foot of it by my ankle so my ass is just about to hang off the edge. He leans down and places his lips on mine harshly. While we’re in a heavy makeout session, I feel his fingers run up my leg until his hand rests on my upper thigh. He breaks the kiss and moves his hands to the waistband of my leggings and pulls them down along with my panties.
He positions himself so his face is level with my core. His eyes trail back up to my face and he waits for me to give him some sort of acknowledgment to continue. I nod my head and wait for his lips to be where I need them most.
Just as he’s about to be exactly where I want him, I’m violently broken out of my thoughts when the first person enters the room. It’s no one important. Oh my god what is wrong with me? That man is probably old enough to be my father. He has to be at least 25 years older than me. Am I really that horny that I’d let just any man fuck me? I’ve never been into men twice my age. My exes have either been my age or just a year or two older than me.
I start looking over Grace’s notes that she sent me with so I can start preparing my mental script when the door opens again. I expect it to be Lyle because he’s usually here by now but when I look up, Lyle is not in sight. Instead, he is replaced by Quaritch himself. He makes his way to one of the open chairs and takes the one that just so happens to be the chair across from me, of course he does. I mentally grumble and turn my attention to the person who is leading the meeting.
The meeting begins and I usually tune out the first little bit of it because it’s always the same rundown. I scan my eyes over the attendees. They range from Peter Selfridge, to some of the lower interns. In the middle of my space out session, my eyes trail to the man across from me. As I move to meet his gaze, I find that he's already looking at me. Blood rushes to my cheeks and I look away as fast as I meet his eyes. I look back at him out of the corner of my eyes and I see him chuckling at my embarrassment. I internally roll my eyes.
“Dr. Sully?” I hear. My head perks up at the sound of my name. “Do you have a report?” I now realize it was Selfridge who called my name.
“Y-Yes! I do. I’m sorry, my mind was elsewhere.” I read off my notes and give everyone updates from my department. As I’m running down the list, I make the mistake of looking back at the Colonel, whose eyes are scanning all the parts of me that he can see, at least I think he is. My mind could very well be tricking me into thinking this man is checking me out. I finish my speech and slump back in my chair.
The meeting finishes and I duck out, not wanting to be caught up in small talk. I just want to go back to my room and sleep. I once again am not paying attention when I bump into the back of someone in the doorway of the conference room. I turn to quickly to say my apologies but I’m stunned as I notice the familiar muscular arm.
“This is the second time sweetheart. If I didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re runnin’ into me on purpose.” He says with that smirk on his face. He moves out of the way and motions for me to walk out of the room first. I mumble a ‘thank you’ and move out of the room. I walk down the hallway to head to the living quarters. I subtly turn to look back and find that the colonel is only 2 paces behind me.
“You wouldn’t happen to be following me, would you colonel?” I slow my walking down until he’s just behind me. I am engulfed by that smell of teakwood and outdoors again. I inhale slightly.
“No ma’am, just heading to my room.” He says, his southern accent is laced with amusement. “I bet you’d like it if I was following you though.” He laughs at his own joke. I mockingly laugh back.
“In your wildest dreams colonel.” I say, turning to him to give him a mocking look.
“Please, just call me Miles.”
“Oh so we’re on first name bases now, I just met you good sir.”
“Yes," He rolls his eyes, "but only if I can call you Ensley.” I stop in my tracks and slowly turn to look at him. I smile up at him and in return, he flashes those pearly whites at me. I feel my stomach start to do flips to be on the receiving end of his smiles.
“Ye-Yea, you sure can, Miles.” I say with some extra dramatics. He smiles and chuckles before walking past me to head back down the hall. I watch him go. When he’s out of sight, I race to my room. It’s a small cozy room with a bed in the middle. There's a decently sized walk-in closet, a dresser, a small futon and some shelfs littered on the walls. There is also a small bathroom with a shower and toilet just off to the side. I sigh as I set my stuff down and plop on my bed. I enjoy that this is my one small place to call my own on this big unfamiliar planet. It keeps me sane.
I sit up and realize that I am in desperate need of a shower. I move to my closet to grab my towel and pjs and walk into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I stand under the warm water for what feels like hours. My brain has not been able to stop and shut up for the last seven days. All because of him, Miles Quaritch. Thoughts of him have infested my mind. It doesn’t matter if it’s just him in general or if it’s my brain imagining what it might be like to have him on top of me. This is seriously getting ridiculous.
I get out and dry my body off. Instead of putting my pajamas on, I take my naked body to my bed. I drop my towel before I lay down and I sprawl my body out messily on the bed. I stare off at the ceiling. I take deep breaths and try to calm myself.
Aimlessly, my one hand slips from my stomach to my breast and the other down to my core. My fingers start to pinch and pull at my nipple and the other fingers start to rub my clit, both movements making my body erupt in pleasure. Soft gasps and sighs start to fill the room and thoughts of Miles begin to fill my mind. I go back to where I was before I was interrupted in the conference room earlier.
Miles moves down to part my legs and places his head in between my thighs. I can feel his warm breath on my pussy and it makes me ache and yearn for him even more.
“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” She says as he moves to hook his arms around my thighs, placing kisses on the inner skin of my thighs.
“I want your mouth. I want you to taste me.” I say breathlessly and he does exactly what I say for him to do. His mouth contexts with my clit and he sucks at the sensitive bud.
My hands continue to pinch and rub as I feel myself fall apart in my own hands. My orgasm starts to build and I work my hands faster, chasing my orgasm. I groan and moan as I still imagine him playing with my clit.
My climax hits me out of nowhere. My body twitches and my thighs squeeze around my hand as I ride it out. After I finish, I let go of my nipple and take my hand away from my clit and lay there limb for a bit.
I’ve asked this question before and I'll ask it again: What is wrong with me? I’ve had two encounters with this man and I already want him between my thighs. I’m fucking crazy.
I sit up from my spot on my bed and contemplate what my next move is. I sit there for a bit, my back hunched and my arms hang lazily. I have an idea.
“I need another shower.”
Postnote: (Long, so bear with me.) I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. If I made any mistake or you have questions, message me! I'd love to hear from y'all. I will also be taking some suggestions on how to start the next chapter because I have no idea what to do. I will be making a posting schedule and that is to post once a week, whether it be this story or a different story. If you have requests, ask! Have a good rest of your week!
So good! Excited to read future chapters!
Accidentally drawing inspiration from reels, thinking of Aonung (particularly in a friends to lovers kind of situation)
Probably by some random fireside with Lo'ak and Neteyam and everyone, you're a little tipsy and you find yourself tucked away comfortably on your best friend's lap.
Not your fault, nor really is it his, but what happens happens, and you feel something under you.
You look quickly up at him, eyes wide and shining in the glittering firelight. His jaw is clenched tight and his eyes are fixed on the lapping waves, but under your gaze, he slowly turns his head to face you.
you know it, and he knows you know it.
"Are you-" you begin to say, your voice nothing more than a shocked little whisper.
You weren't sure what you were expecting him to say, but you certainly weren't prepared to see his eyes glitter like that, or the corner of his mouth to tug into a little smile.
"You're straddling me," Aonung whispers back, his low voice all rumbly and spilling across your neck. "Of course I'm hard."
OH 😍
she's in a better place now (her bedroom)
These two are terrified
So, Neytiri is her badass, short tempered self and Neteyam is her ally.
Jake and Lo'ak have an allegiance of their own. They just help each other survive.
****
*over the com link*
Lo'ak: Dad?
Jake: What is it?
Lo'ak: Mom's got that look again.
Jake: Which one?
Lo'ak: The Ninat one.
Jake: Oh no.
Lo'ak: Neteyam too.
Jake: Oh no.
Lo'ak: I think I heard them say your name a few times.
Jake: I'm a dead man.
Jake happens to bring Neytiri her favorite fruits that evening. They are rare and he took ages to collect a good amount of them. But Neytiri is happy.
He also got Lo'ak a few stones he can use to make new arrows, as a reward for his loyalty.
****
Jake: I saw your mother hiss at Ronal today.
Lo'ak: They fought?
Jake: No, I interfered.
Lo'ak: ...
Lo'ak: You're gonna sleep next to me tonight, am I right.
Jake: *terrified* She's got the eyes of a killer.
Lo'ak: *pats him on the shoulder* You tamed Toruk. Mom can't hurt you.
Neytiri: *from afar* Ma Jake!
Jake: Safe me, son.
Lo'ak meets his mum halfway, giving his dad time to get away. He distracts his mum in telling her about his crush on Tsireya (Jake had to promise him a longer curfew for this) and Neytiri is so surprised/happy that her teenage son is coming to her to ask for advice, that her grudge just dissipates.
Jake still sleeps next to Lo'ak that night, just to make sure.
****
Lo'ak: Dad?
Jake: What did you do?
Lo'ak: *blank look* I scratched the bow.
Jake: You what?
Lo'ak: She told me to carry it to the Marui. And I scratched it. She hasn't noticed yet.
Jake: Oh, my son.
Lo'ak: Help me.
Jake: There's nothing we can do. Do you have anything you want to get done before she ends you?
Lo'ak: Dad!
Jake: *laughs*
They manage to fix the bow at night, after checking several times Neytiri is fast asleep.
They also check Neteyam, bc he's a mama's boy and would totally snitch on them.
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Just some silly headcanons to take away the pain✨💙
I love this!
this is how I look talking about avatar to people
he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, smiling ruefully. “i’m not a good man.”
you sniffle, holding onto his wrist. “you’re good to me—that’s all that matters.”
The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
Little Gift- Tremble
Pairing: Soft Dark Neteyam x Fem Human Reader
Little Gift Masterlist
Beautiful adult Neteyam pic by @cinetrix2
Summary: This is your last chance to run.
Warnings: aged up Neteyam, NSFW minors do not interact, dark Neteyam, NONCON/DUBCON, spanking, dirty talk, punishment, size difference, etc.
A/N: This one took a little longer than intended with all the life stuff going on, but yay it's here. Also, migt have gotten a little carried away with this part.
The outpost feels like a relic of a different time. One that you have only heard of in stories, but now seeing those worn down bunk beds and the corner of a room that Spider calls his own, it doesn’t feel as glorious. The worst part, however, is how naked you feel around other humans. It’s only a slight comfort that Spider is wearing Na’vi apparel too.
“Oh and yeah and this is a spear I made in Awalatuu.” Spider says. “But maybe let’s move it out of the way.” He gives an awkward chuckle but it’s obvious that his only concern is you suddenly deciding to use it against him.
NO BECAUSE THIS IS PERFECTION!
LOVE LOVE LOAK'S INVOLVEMENT IN THIS CHAPTER
Sweet like Cherry — Chapter 5
Miles Quaritch x female scientist reader
Words: 6.3k
Summary: Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.
Warnings: explicit smut, age gap, size difference, alcohol consumption, somehow all men are assholes in this chapter, taking advantage of a drunk reader, cat calling, spanking, rough oral (f receiving), jealousy, possessive behavior, minimal dub-con warning, gambling, biting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, virgin reader, obsession, authority kink, power play, corruption kink
WHEN I TELL YOU I DIED OH MY GOD THE END!!!
YOU CONTINUE TO OUTDO YOURSELF LUNA.
She looks like she's vloging
Title of the YT- video:
How I saved my mum and sis from drowning, after my monkey boyfriend's evil adoptive father killed my brother (the handsome one).(Don't worry, I'll resurrect him next week.)
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OH 😳
grown lo'ak cause he's just on my mind
OH. MY. GOD
GENES CAME THROUGHHH🧬😩😩
EVERYONE IN THAT FAMILY IS SO FINE. OH MY LORD