NIKHIL

make me fly high

[carnalcrows]

YOU'RE MY ONLY BAMBI- BAMBI

NIKHIL | he/they| desi | 18+ | SWITCH MALE READER

this is an nsfw blog and will sometimes focus on darker topics. reader discretion is advised.

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[delavegaaaaa]

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

[carnalcrows]

A QUIET PLACE TO ROT

pairing: homelander x male reader

synopsis: Homelander shows up at your window covered in the blood of his latest massacre. Somehow, you don't scream. You just tell him to get in the tub. You’re the only person who treats him like a disaster instead of a god, and tonight, he’s desperate to be handled, degraded, and put in his place.

content warnings: 18+, smut, bottom male reader, sub!Homelander (subtop), power imbalance, psychological instability, blood and gore (non-sexual), degradation/praise, hair pulling, rough sex, bathtub sex, wet and messy (water/spit), ripping clothes, crying during sex, creampie.

word count: 1.5k words

The city felt dead that night, a heavy, airless sort of quiet that usually meant something had already happened. You noticed it halfway up the stairs to your apartment when your own boots sounded way too sharp against the concrete, echoing in the narrow stairwell like the building itself was holding its breath. You paused outside your door, keys gripped tight, listening to the absolute lack of noise from behind the neighbors' doors. Somehow, there were no noisy televisions or muffled arguments tonight, just a localized vacuum of sound. You pushed through it anyway because routine is a powerful sedative, even when your gut is telling you to run.

Inside, the kitchen light flickered with a dull hum, and that was when you saw the shadow. Unfortunately for you, it wasn't a trick of the streetlamps; it was a solid, unmoving blotch of darkness cutting across the linoleum. When you looked toward the window, your heart didn't jump so much as it just went cold.

Homelander was hovering just beyond the glass.

Up close, he looked like a wreck. There was no cinematic polish, no camera-ready smile, just a man suspended in the air by something unnatural. He was covered in gore—thick, dark smears soaked into the seams of his suit and dried in jagged streaks along his jaw. He looked like he’d just finished painting a room with the people inside it. You slowly walked over and unlatched the lock, the metallic click sounding like a gunshot. As the glass slid back, the smell hit you first; the heavy, copper sting of fresh blood mixed with the ozone of the night air. He didn't move or offer an explanation. He just stayed suspended there, searching your face for the scream or the worship he usually pulled from people like debt. You hadn't seen him since that one-off night a year ago, a brief mistake in a hotel bar that you’d spent months trying to bury.

“Are you coming in,” you said, your voice flat and sounding a lot steadier than you felt, “or are you planning to stay out there and attract a crowd?”

That seemed to be what finally grounded him. He drifted forward and landed on your floorboards with a dull thud, his boots leaving dark, wet prints on the wood. He didn't say a word, just stood there looking at his own hands like he’d never seen them before. You didn't wait. You just turned and walked toward the bathroom. “In here,” you called over your shoulder. “Before you ruin the rug.”

The bathroom was cramped and the light was dim, stripping away the hero image until he was just a man in a ruined suit. You turned the taps on and watched the water drum against the porcelain tub, waiting until he was standing in the doorway.

"Get out of it," you told him, nodding at the suit.

He didn't argue. He stripped with a clumsy haste, the heavy gold-and-blue fabric hitting the tile with a wet thud. When he stepped into the tub, his eyes fixed on you with a terrifying focus. He sank into the water, and it turned a murky, rusted pink almost immediately.

"Sit," you commanded, grabbing a washcloth.

You started at his shoulder. Pressed the cloth down, dragged it slowly across his skin, watching the blood smear and then lift. He just sat there– watching you work.

“You’re quiet,” he said after a minute.

You’re not exactly here for the conversation, John,” you replied, wringing the cloth out and moving to the other side of his neck. "Show up at my window like a stray after turning a facility into a butcher shop? You look pathetic like this."

He let out a low growl, a sound that would have paralyzed anyone else, but to you it just sounded like a whimper. He reached up, wet fingers curling around your wrist with an iron grip that felt like it was going to leave a mark. He didn't pull you away; he just held you there, anchored. "Say it again," he choked out, his voice cracking with an almost psychotic need. "Tell me I'm nothing."

"You're a disaster," you whispered, reaching up to grab a handful of his blonde hair with your free hand. You pulled his head back so he had to look at you, his blue eyes blown wide and dark. "You're a goddamn wreck hiding in a bathroom because you can't stand yourself."

He let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob, and before you could move, he reached out and hauled you over the edge of the tub. You hit the water fully clothed, the shock of the heat and the weight of him pressing you back against the porcelain making your head swim. He didn't care about the logistics. He grabbed the waistband of your jeans, the fabric groaning before he simply ripped them down, his strength barely restrained as he stripped the wet denim away from your legs.

He was frantic, his hands fumbling with your shirt while his mouth searched for yours with a sort of desperate clumsiness. He tasted like salt and iron, his tongue pushing into your mouth with an uncoordinated need that felt like he was trying to find something inside you he could keep.

"Make me stop," he gasped against your skin, his hands shaking as he pressed you into the tile. "Tell me I'm yours. Tell me I'm a good boy."

"Get on your knees," you breathed, the words probably coming out sharper than you originally intended.

The Great American Hero didn't hesitate. He shifted in the cramped space, the water splashing over the sides as he lowered himself, his hands gripping your thighs so hard it was going to leave bruises. He looked up at you from the other end of the tub, his face clean of blood but his expression utterly wrecked, a mix of need and worship that made the room feel like it was quickly running out of oxygen.

His head dropped between your legs, his tongue working with a desperate, slobbering intensity that had him moaning onto your cock. He was looking for friction, his hips rutting against the porcelain of the tub as he devoured you, his fingers digging into the backs of your knees. You grabbed a handful of his wet blonde hair, yanking his head back so he had to look at you while he worked. His blue eyes were practically black with arousal, fixed on your face with a terrifying adoration.

"Please," he slurred against your thigh, the water turning frothy as he moved. "Please, can I? Can I fuck you? I've been so good. I'm a good boy, right?"

"You're a mess," you whispered, guiding him up. "But yeah. Get in here."

He wasted no time, sliding his cock into you with a slow, agonizing glide that had him gasping for air. He stayed still for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, his body trembling as he waited for you to adjust to the stretch. Then the rhythm broke. The slow roll of his hips turned into a rough, pounding desperation, his skin slapping against yours in a wet, rhythmic cadence that filled the small room. He was practically begging, his body responding to every sharp command you leveled at him.

He babbled into your ear, promises of belonging and desperate "I love you"s that sounded more like threats than endearments. "You're so full, baby. I'm filling you up just like I promised. Tell me you're mine. Tell me I'm yours."

The water was splashing everywhere, the tub groaning under the weight of his movements. He sped up, his hips slamming into yours with a rough, uncoordinated force that threatened to break the tile. The sound of wet skin hitting skin echoed off the bathroom walls, a frantic, messy soundtrack to the way he was losing his mind inside of you. He reached down, his fingers clumsily looking for yours so he could pin your hands back, needing the physical reminder that you were trapped under his weight, even as he was the one serving you. He was rutting into you now, his heavy cock bottoming out with every desperate thrust, his eyes never leaving yours.

When he finally dumped his load into you, his balls constricting as rope after rope hit your insides, he let out a long, quiet chant of "Thank you" and "I love you" until the tension finally left his body. He collapsed against your chest, his softening cock still twitching inside you, the water in the tub still swirling around your waists as his heart hammered like a trapped bird against his ribs.

By the time the water had gone cold, the room felt heavier than it had when he was covered in blood. You leaned back against the tile, your breathing finally starting to level out while he sat there, tracing uncoordinated patterns on your leg with a wet finger.

“Did I do a good job?” he asked, his voice small and innocent, as if he hadn't just rearranged your guts in a bathtub.

“You were super, John," you muttered, the exhaustion finally pulling you under. "Good boy.”

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[carnalcrows]

i watched the first 2 episodes of the new season of The Boys yayayay

wdym we'll only get ONE ep per week from now 💔

[revelutionize]

Requested: Yes

Pairing(s): So'lek x Na'vi Male Reader

Content(s): Na'vi Reader, Bottom!Male reader, Smut/Suggestive, p in a, fingering, hand/blow job, smidge of plot

[A/n]— I'm so rusty with male reader smut, and this is my first time writing for a bottom male reader, so I hope it was okay 🥹

It was almost devastating, really, having to watch So'lek trek around, your gaze lingering along the planes of his thick thighs, taking note of how his tail barely swayed. How the bands of his loincloth sit just so perfectly around his hips, absolutely devastating.

The resistance has been so busy lately, keeping you and everyone else out and about. You were tired— more than, really. It wasn't an easy job helping out the other clans, and even then you took it upon yourself to strike down any RDA you came across.

Why'd you have to be such a good helper? Because now you're desperately missing your mate.

It had been far too long since you've had a night with him— just in general, even. You and your ikran took to the skies too often, having to find other places to stay on those cold nights. Especially when the fly back home would exhaust your bonded way too much, you had to think of her too, even though she knew of your longing.

However, when you did have the time, you'd be the one pulling So'lek into dusty corners of the base, hidden from the others just to kiss him, to feel him. He'd kiss you hard and hungry, pressing you back against any surface he could find as his teeth nip at your lower lip, diving back into the heat of your mouth with his tongue.

It would make you weak in the knees, feeling his pleasure with your own through the connection of your kuru’s. Feeling the ache in his cock that ground against yours, his large hands gripping your thigh to hoist it over his hip.

Only for one of your comms to buzz, a low growl ripping from his throat each and every time. It was a mood killer, to say the least. Always sharing whispered promises and quick kisses goodbye. Each time you considered going to Priya and talking to her about timing.

Which is why today is so exciting. You had previously asked Priya to make sure no one bothers you and So'lek tonight, wanting to spend it together. You just had to get through helping with storage first. “You seem excited” Ri'nela teased, helping you take note of what items were in stock, “Can you blame me?” You asked, tail practically wagging as you tried to hurry up.

“No, I suppose I can't” Ri'nela giggled softly, her gaze shifting back to the tablet in her hands. She paused for a moment, staring at the screen before looking up at you, “Go on, I can finish up” She offered, and your head immediately snapped up, lips curling into a wide grin, “You mean it?” You asked, eyes wide. Ri'nela could only laugh as she nodded, taking your tablet from you.

“Thanks Ri'nela!” You beamed, quickly taking off your bullet proof vest before heading outside. If you were counting, it probably would've been the fastest you ever ran to your ikran. You just couldn't wait— at least not any longer to finally spend some time with So'lek.

And you were definitely going to make the most of it.

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“Finally—” You sighed, laying back as So'lek laid on top of you. You both have been like this for a while now, cuddled up under the stars. So'lek had made something you can't recall the name of for dinner, and after that it didn't take long to collapse into the others arms.

“I know, yawnue” So'lek sighed, his tail swaying lazily as his face stayed pressed into the crook of your neck. You could feel the tension in his muscles, your hands gently rubbing up and down his arms, “Missed this” You murmured, lips brushing against his ear as you nipped at it. You almost chuckled at the groan that left him, watching as he lifted his head.

“You are trouble” He whispered, his golden eyes peering down at you with something more than love. “Yeah, but you like that” You smiled, leaning up to capture his lips. So'lek sighed into the kiss, deepening it without a second thought. His teeth nipped at your lips, not waiting for them to part as his tongue delved deep into your mouth, a low whine slipping from your throat.

“Let me take care of you” So'lek whispered breathlessly, his hands lowering to slowly untie your loincloth as his lips trailed along your jaw, nipping and sucking at the skin. You gently tugged at his braids, guiding his lips back to yours as his hand slowly wrapped around your cock, whimpering at the feeling of him.

So'lek chuckled softly as he watched your reactions, his calloused hand slowly pumping your weeping cock. “That's it—” He rumbled out, leaning down again to kiss the base of your throat, “Pretty boy” He groaned, his hand squeezing around your base before dragging up and down— over and over again.

His breath fanned over your skin as he kissed lower, leaving blooming purple marks along your blue skin. He could taste the sweat on your skin, his tail curling as he groaned, his thumb swiping over your weeping tip. “Missed the taste of you—” So'lek grit out dipping down lower until he settles between your legs. “Don't hold back for me, yawnue” He breathed out before wrapping his lips around your purple tip.

“Sh-Shit! Wait—” Your mouth fell open, fingers tangling in his braids as you whined. So'lek didn't give you any time to prepare as he bobbed his head, taking you deeep down his throat— stars practically shined behind your eyes, that coiling heat building up and up as your tip hit the back of his throat. His tongue swirled, tracing every vein as he sucked.

So'lek was practically starved, having spent too many nights alone with just his hand and the thought of you with him. He didn't feel like waiting much longer. He pulled off your cock with a pop! His other hand wrapping around your base as he kissed up along your length, “I need to prep you yawnue” He breathed out, throat slightly hoarse as he used your precum to trace your rim.

“Please—” You choked out, thighs trembling as he grinned up at you. You practically threw your head back as his finger slowly pushed past your rim, his mouth wrapping back around your length without mercy. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Everything felt so hot, your toes curling as So'lek eased in another finger, curling them deep into your gummy walls.

Searching and searching— until you both shudder, feeling your pleasure built through the bond. “M’ gonna cum—” You gasped, tail whipping as So'lek took your aching cock all the way down. His calloused fingers rubbing and prodding at your prostate. He was so mean with it, so mean in how he deep throated you, how his fingers toyed with that squishy button that had you seeing stars.

Until your body locked up, a sharp cry of ecstasy ripping through you as you came down his throat, body trembling as he slowed down, drinking every sticky drop of your cum. You were gasping as he finally pulled off with a wet pop! His lips curled into a satisfied grin, “Did so good for me—” He hummed, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he moved his way back up, capturing your lips with his.

“Think you're ready f’me—” He groaned as he pulled at the strings of his loincloth, tossing it aside as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. His tip flushed a deep purple as precum leaked out, nudging it against your rim. “Ah— shit!” You gripped onto his shoulders as he slowly eased into you, his large cock splitting you open as he rubbed soothing circles on your hips.

“So good—” So'lek groaned into your ear, nipping at it as he slowly started rocking his hips, his hands moving to hook under your knees and spread your legs wide open. “So’lek—” You whined, desperately grasping at any part of him you could hold onto as his aching cock drilled deep inside you.

“Yawnue—” So'lek choked out, pushing your legs up higher and higher, hips smacking harshly against the globes of your ass as his tip abused your sensitive prostate. The stars shined brightly above him, your gaze blurry as you moaned— “So— So'lek! Fuck—” You garbled out, the pleasure making your toes curl and your eyes water.

Sparks of it electrifying your skin with every drive of his hips. So'lek reached between you both, hand wrapping around your cock and pumping in rhythm with his thrusts. “Ah—! Ahh— shit-” You choked out a moan, head lolling to the side as So'lek leaned down, nipping at your neck. “That's it— give it to me” He urged, fucking you harder into the mat below.

Light exploded behind your eyes, lashes fluttering as your body quaked, thick, sticky ropes of cum shooting over your abdomen. “Good— so good f’me” He groaned, gathering you up to press his chest to yours, hips rutting deeper and harder until he gasped, his seed flooding your walls and creating a creamy base around his cock.

The both of you panted heavily, catching your breaths as So'lek trailed soft open mouth kisses along your jaw, “You did wonderfully” He murmured softly, “So did you” You chuckled breathlessly.

His forehead pressed to yours, humming softly in content.

[obonororeese]

sukuna using his second pair of arms to reach back and spread his ass for you as you take him from behind.

[tocka-irbis]

High-Strung Clash

❧࿔*:･༄˖°.Pairing: Jason Todd × Male Reader

⤷.Contains: dry humping, slight thigh riding and teasing;﹙Requested﹚

The slight rasp in his tone was enough of an indicator to know that something was up with Jason. His typical snark and dry sarcasm was lacking the usual bite it carried. Between blows and kicks he'd stagger back after blocking to keep you from getting too close.

There was no overlooking the way his breathing got heavier or the faint tint starting to color his cheeks, you were beginning to doubt it was only because of the sparring. He was guarding himself more, stuck on defense rather than returning the hits. While he didn't leave himself open— he was obviously not that concentrated on the fight.

Swiping him off his feet with a low kick and knocking him onto the mat with a thud. He was glaring at you now. If he hadn't been so focused on how the muscles of your shoulders and arms rippled under your sweat-slicked skin he would have noticed that coming. The slight grin forming on your lips as you looked down at him was enough to stop of him from giving you any more fuel.

He didn't let you help him up, smacking your offered hand away as he dusted himself off and grumbled under his breath. The last thing he needs is you getting all cocky and teasing him for the slip up. He'll get back at you one way or another, which why he suddenly lunged at you. Grabbing at you and trying to kick you down but you didn't give him the satisfaction of that.

Effectively bracing for impact as you stood your ground and throwing your weight on him so the two of you end up falling onto the mat. You toppled on top of him, hands planted on either side of him as you both panted from the tussle.

"What? I wasn't going to go down alone." He would have snapped at you but hisses as your thigh pressed against his chubbed arousal. So that's why he's been off his game. "Shut it," he interjects before you get the chance to point out his little issue.

If he wasn't so grumpy you would have thought he looked cute like an angry bird with their feathers all puffed up. "C'mon, Red you're no fun." You don't even try to hide the fact that you enjoy watching him squirm beneath you. His hands pushing halfheartedly at your chest in an attempt to get you away from him.

But oh, his hips bucked onto your thigh. You shift it just a little more to see how he'd respond, his fingers curling and clutching your shirt as he sneers. His body betrays him. Moving against the firm muscle between his legs for friction despite himself. "God, don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk." There it goes. That snark that makes these training sessions all the more entertaining.

Maybe you'll take you time picking him apart. See how far you can push him until it all falls away to mindless rutting and grunts. This is going to be fun.

Tocka-irbis © 2026 —Please -do not steal, translate, modify, repost on other platforms.

[bleedfurme-main]

"why are there so many smut fics?? all of you want porn!! i want fluff and you guys are too horny to write it!!"

you write it. you want the fluff? write it yourself. block smut tags and smut blogs. don't shame people for being horny and act better than them because you don't like to read smut.

[bumblesimagines]

Shane Hollander

I'm going to copy and paste this comment/response I had to someone for everyone else:

Real people have gone through what Shane Hollander went through. They are STILL going through what Shane Hollander went through. Queer NHL players have already spoken out about how some of them couldn't even finish the show because of how scarily accurate it was to their irl experience.

So yes. It IS that fucking serious. Because straight people have always erased the sexual identities of irl people to fit their standards, expectations, and narrative.

Imagine seeing a character that you can so heartbreakingly relate to and coming online hoping to find a community you can read, watch, speak to, etc, only to find out that they've chosen to not only get rid of a BIG part of his storyline but they're mischaracterizing him along the way.

I cannot imagine being so privileged and ignorant as to come into a queer space and complain about it's occupants wanting the fictional characters that represent them in the media to be respected.

Because to me, writing an x female reader for a gay character, a gay character whose ENTIRE ARC is coming to terms with and feeling comfortable being gay, is so disrespectful. Ignorant. And lastly, homophobic.

Fiction impacts reality, and if you cannot control yourself enough to have respect for a fictional character's sexuality, then you're outing yourself as an unsafe person for queer folks.

It may sound dumb, childish, ridiculous... But you ARE in a queer space as part of the Heated Rivalry fandom and making it uncomfortable for queer folks, especially queer men (edited: wanted to add this includes trans men and masc enbies. Not just AMAB), by insulting them, attacking them, dismissing them, rolling your eyes and huffing at them for wanting a character that they see themselves in, that represents them and their irl struggles and experiences, get mischaracterized into something he is not just because you don't care.

There are millions upon millions upon millions of straight male characters you can write for. Go write for them. Or start writing for male readers. Expand your horizons.

And for anyone who's going to chirp in my tired little ear 'youve written m!reader for non-queer characters!1!!1'. There is a stark difference between a character whose sexuality hasn't been confirmed or is presumed to be straight because their sexuality isn't important to the story vs a character whose ENITE ARC ONCE AGAIN revolves around their sexuality.

The entire reason they have to remain secretive is because they felt unsafe. Even in the grand ole 2026, queer people are being discriminated against. Our shows are being cancelled. Our rights are being threatened everywhere. God forbid we, and yes I say we as a queer woman, have an online community where we feel accepted.

So, yeah, it is that serious.

If you wanna fuck Hudson Williams, then write about Hudson Williams.

Shane Hollander is not for x female readers, and that's okay. Hudson is up and coming. He will have straight roles you can happily write about without others feeling disrespected.

You survived watching two queer men in a sexual and romantic relationship. You will survive reading about queer men, if you're such an ally of the community.

Which is a big if for some of you seeing how you behave and respond to valid criticism. You, intentionally or not, come across as 'ally until it's inconvenient', and maybe you should consider why.

As for the people tired of seeing Shane Hollander x female reader, my advice is to block the blogs who write it. Don't report, don't send asks, don't comment. Just block. You won't hurt their feelings because they won't know you blocked them. The block button is there and free for a reason.

I'm also very trigger happy with the block button, so if you want to discuss, do it with respect. You can block people even on anon.

[carnalcrows]

BEAST

pairing: jake sully x male reader

synopsis: A scientist who lives for data and a Marine who lives to break things get stuck in a messy situation after Jake whacks a plant like a total dumbass. Now they have to deal with the physical fallout of a pollen trap while trying not to kill each other in the proces (or something more).

content warnings: 18+, smut, bottom male reader, scientist!reader, who also has an avatar, sex pollen trope, unnatural avatar biology (dont question it), fingering, oral sex (reader recieving), p in a, unintentional mating, creampie.

word count: 1.3k words

a/n: the title is the song from all the avatar 3 jake edits lmaoo. now watch me disappear again bye

The humidity in the Hallelujah Mountains made the air feel like wet wool. Every breath you took smalled like the damp forest floor, a constant reminder that you were miles away from the sterile, air-conditioned safety of the base. You adjusted the strap of your sampling kit, trying to ignore the heavy thud of Jake’s boots behind you. You were a senior lead in the xenobiology department, a man who had built his career on being the most capable mind in the room, but currently, you were stuck being babysat by a guy who thought the forest was just a target range.

"You're going to walk into a cliff if you don't take your eyes off that tablet, Doc," Jake said. His voice had that casual arrogance that always made your blood boil.

"And you're going to trip over a root if you don't stop staring at the back of my head," you shot back without looking at him. "This is a sensitive collection, Jake. It requires focus. I don't expect a grunt to understand the value of precision."

Jake let out a short, breathy laugh. He stepped over a glowing vine, moving with a grace that honestly annoyed you. He reached out to swat away a cluster of hanging, purple bulbs, his movements reckless in his boredom. "What's this one do? Aside from taking up space?"

"Jake, don't touch the—"

A sharp hiss cut you off. A cloud of fine, gold dust erupted from the plant, hitting both of you square in the face. You coughed, waving your arms through the shimmering haze, but the air already tasted sweet. It was a thick, cloying scent like overripe fruit.

"Fantastic job, hero. You just triggered a pheromonal defense mechanism," you growled, wiping the dust from your eyes.

"I didn't mean to set it off. Relax," Jake said, though his voice trailed off. He rubbed his chest, his pupils beginning to blow wide. "Is it just me, or did it get hot out here?"

A sudden, sharp heat coiled in your lower belly. It was a prickling sensation that made your skin feel too tight. You fumbled for your comms unit, your fingers feeling heavy. "Norm? Come in. Sully just set off a Venera-Spora. Gold dust. We’re feeling a reaction."

Norm’s voice crackled through the earbud after a second of static. "The gold dust? Oh man. You guys are in trouble. That’s high-potency sex pollen. It targets the neural pathways for arousal. The itch won't stop until the receptors are satisfied- like, fully satisfied. Good luck-"

The line went dead with a final click. You stared at the unit in disbelief. "Norm? Norm!"

You turned to Jake. He wasn't looking at the trees anymore. He was looking at you with a gaze that had stripped away the sarcasm, replaced by a sort of... hunger. He straightened up, a slow grin spreading across his face despite the sweat beading on his brow.

"Well, Doc," Jake rasped, his voice dropping an octave. "You heard the man. Scientific necessity."

"Don't act like this is a favor," you panted. The heat in your groin was becoming a throbbing weight.

"I'm a Marine. I follow orders," he quipped, moving toward you with a swagger that felt like a challenge. He reached out, his hand catching the back of your neck. The contact felt like lightning. Your Avatar’s body was already reacting to the pollen. Your hole felt slick, an unusual biological response that made every movement feel lubricated.

Jake pushed you back against a mossy stone floor, his hands sliding down to your hips, pushing your pants and boxers right off. "You're already wet," he noted. He knelt between your legs, his fingers finding the entrance of your hole and sliding in with startling ease.

The pollen had made your walls soft. The natural slickness made the entry of three thick fingers a seamless, squelching intrusion. You threw your head back, a broken moan escaping you. Jake watched you, his golden eyes glowing as he stretched you out. One of his digits rubbed against your prostate with a precision that felt way too intentional.

"Still want to talk about the data?" he teased, before leaning down.

He took you into his mouth with a hunger that was both generous and demanding. His tongue swirled around the head of your cock while his fingers continued to work you open, creating a loop of pleasure that threatened to short-circuit your brain. You reached for him, your hands tangling in his hair- dangerously close to his kuru, pulling him closer as the intensity of the pollen pushed your sensory limits.

When he finally stood up, his own cock was out, a pretty blue shade with bioluminescent freckles all over. He didn't use any more words. He hauled your lower body properly to the floor and lined himself up.

He slammed into you in one long thrust.

The air left your lungs. He was so thick he felt like he was splitting you in two, his length bottoming out with a force that made your vision go white. The tsaheylu happened in the chaos, your braids tangling and locking together by pure instinct.

The silence that followed was heavy. Through the bond, you felt his raw need to claim you, and he felt your desperate surrender. It was a mutual agreement. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, and pulled him deeper.

Jake began to move with a relentless pace. Every time his hips slammed against yours, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the clearing. You could feel the shape of him inside you, his cock filling every corner of your raw, slicked-out hole. Through the link, the pleasure was doubled. You were feeling your own walls clenching around him at the same time you felt the crushing tightness of your heat from his perspective.

You were both lost in it. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of your shoulder as he maintained a rhythm that left you completely unstrung. You were drooling, your eyes rolled back, your fingers buried in the muscles of his back as you rode the waves of the pollen’s influence.

The itch was fading, replaced by a unbearable pressure. Jake’s breathing turned into a series of ragged snarls, his movements becoming more frantic as he felt the mating bond start to solidify. He wasn't just fucking you anymore. He was marking you.

"Now," he thought through the link.

He surged deep one last time, his hips locking against yours as his knot began to swell. You felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit your internals, and the sensation sent you over the edge. You screamed into the quiet of the forest as your own orgasm ripped through you, your walls convulsing violently around his length. He held you there, pinned to the ground, as he emptied himself into you in long, pulsing throbs, filling you until you felt bloated with his seed.

You stayed locked together for a long time, the only sound the ragged gasps of your breathing. The haze was gone, replaced by exhaustion. You looked up at him, and for the first time, you didn't have anything to say.

- - -

The walk back to Hell's Gate was a nightmare of sore muscles and awkward glances. By the time you reached the lab, you just wanted to crawl into a bunk and sleep for a week. Norm was leaning against the main console, holding a mug of coffee and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Back so soon?" Norm asked.

"Shut up, Norm," you muttered, heading for the lockers.

"Hey, just a heads up for next time, Sully," Norm called out. He pointed to the comms unit on Jake’s vest. "The mute button only works if you actually press it. The whole bridge got to hear your scientific progress. Especially the part about the Doc being a slut for a Marine. Very descriptive, Jake. Ten out of ten."

You froze, the blood draining from your face as Jake’s jaw dropped.

"The recording is already in the archives," Norm added with a grin. "I think they’re planning to play it at the next staff briefing for educational purposes."

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[carnalcrows]

OMG???

yall r actually the best tysmm i love yall sm

i am also drunk

this is nice

[carnalcrows]

Okay, so what about Tsu'tey (the one who was supposed to mate with Neytiri before Jake appeared) and the reader, who was sort of Grace's protégé and wanted to also teach in Grace's school before the shooting happened (he was too young at the time). And later he goes and meets the Na'vi as an avatar with Jake's group and he recognizes Tsu'tey because the reader was always watching the videos/pictures of Grace's students but Tsu'tey hates sky people so he sees reader as sort of a really annoying puppy

(Also bottom reader pls 🙏)

I think it's the first time I send a request?? Idk why bro I love your works so much your writing is just 😩🤌🤌🤌

AYY I LIKE THIS ONEE

tsutey my bbg why did he die bruh

imma write this now 😝😝ty bb

[carnalcrows]

Whenever you reblog any of my fics it's like getting a sticker for a job well done. Also the new theme is wonderful˖.∗*

Any fic you write is epic sei 😁😁😁

I can't wait for the stuff you'll write once the Boys s5 is out!!

Also ur theme is amazing too 💪

[carnalcrows]

Squid Game Request

Can you write nerdy loser Y/N (Min-su vibes) being guided through losing his virginity to Se-mi who takes on a guiding/slightly dom role? Maybe also throw in Se-mi having her nipples pierced 🫣

Se-mi is a lesbian in my eyes 🙏

[carnalcrows]

Can you write a threesome between Thanos, Min-su, and Y/N where Y/N has a flirty thing with both of them and Thanos/Min-su have a fight and compete over who can make Y/N feel the most pleasure?

Man what did I just say (JJK and Avatar ONLY 🙏)

[carnalcrows]

Hi, maybe you want an idea for a new story on the topic avatar miles quaritch x oc If you want the idea, tell me which app you want us to talk on, not here.

Hi bro, i can do x reader, not x oc, + I'm not comfortable with moving from this app

I hope u understand 🙏

[carnalcrows]

So glad you’re back 🫶🏽

Are you only taking requests for JJK/Avatar right now or are those just fandoms that you really wanna write for?

Yessir I'm only taking reqs for the 2 fandoms atm. I am never touching squid game again 🙏