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This is my older account, a lot of these aren't that good...
My Rules:
As far as kinks go, I am pretty kinky. I am totally willing to write for kinks I don't have as long as it isn't a literal crime.
FOR EXAMPLE:
I will Write for: Ageplay, (with limitations, see 'Will not write for') Anal, Impact Play, Bondage, Cuckholding, Electrostimulation, Feet, Food play, Gagging, Humiliation, Mirror sex, Pregnancy sex, Breeding, Public sex, Role play, Tentacles, Watersports, ( with limitations) Panty kink, Wax play, Pet play, Dubcon, ( With limitations) Knifeplay, (limitations) Bloodplay (Limitations)
I will NOT write for: Scat, R4p3, Pedophilia ( Age play is a BDSM dynamic practiced between two CONSENTING ADULTS. While many people have different opinions on the dynamic, I see it as a popular kink, and if the people like it, and I am comfortable writing for it, full send.)
My Masterlist
Harry Potter Universe
Draco Malfoy
Drabble "Why do you love me?"
You Painted Draco, part two
Covering drakes dark mark
Honey Heart
Lucius Malfoy
coming soon
Harry Potter
coming soon
Ron Weasley
coming soon
Fred and George
George 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Cedric Diggory
coming soon
James Cameron's Avatar
Jack Champion
The Cabin 1,2,3,4,5
Jake Te Suli Skxawng'itan
The Blessing Widowed Jake 1,2
Youtube spicy audio
You're Mine 1,2,3
Catching Sub Jake
Jake takes care of you after trauma trigger warning
Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo'at'ite
My Yovo Fruit 1,2,
My Original drawing of Neytiri\
Dating head cannons
Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
No Grave Could Hold My Body Down
This world or another 2
frozen
Lo'ak Te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
Untitled 1, 2,
Alrighty Aphrodite 1,2,3,4,
Dating head cannons
caring for you
Sex Pollen
another head cannon
library smut
The rabbit chase NSFW
Kiri Te Suli Kìreysì'ite
bff's hc
Tsu'tey Te Rongloa Ateyo'itan
Strange Creature 1,2,3,
How he falls in love HC
Scriptures and slumbers
eveng 1,2,
tsaheylu 1,
Piercing Ninat's ear, practicing my Na,vi
Tonowari
coming soon
Miles Quaritch
Atta Girl 1,2,3,4,
Headcannons?
Puddin'
head cannons dating him
Spider Socorro
Rice Purity Test
Who's the Tsahik now?
Tattooing Spider head cannon
Z- dog
coming soon
Lyle
The Best Medicine
allergic reaction
buttercup
Norm Spellman
The Best Discovery 1,2,
Multiple Characters At Once
Jake x Neytiri x reader
How they would act in heat/ rut
how they react to autism 2
Heavenly, tsu'tey x Neytiri x reader 1,2,3
The Clan's Babygirl
Recom Team
New Recruit 1,
Deja blue and the ghost 1,2,3,
Quaritch and Lyle's little pilot
As some of you may have noticed, my precious @neteyamswillow hasn’t been very active recently due to personal reasons. For her Avatar: Mating Season event, she originally wanted to return to us, but unfortunately tumblr decided to kick her out and she is now unable to log back into her blog. On top of that, even though she had her fics queued, they‘ve suddenly stopped posting and now she can’t even share them for her event. :((
Due to this I‘ve decided to pause all contributions until she is able to come back and participate in her own event!
Some of you may remember that a very similar situation has happened to me during kinktober, which is why I know how stressful and frustrating this is. I‘m also here to kindly ask all of you who have planned to participate to show just a little bit of empathy to Willow, especially during the hard times she’s going through, and maybe put all of your Mating Season fics you’ve planned on posting on hold until she is back. I know she would appreciate this more than anything, and so would I.
Please also make sure to share this so everyone has the opportunity to see it.
Random ass spider headcanons that are in my maladaptive daydream
Warning: Not proof read, Cussing, probably OOC, acro ace kiri, mentions of AOT,
First and foremost FUCK HIS FOSTER FAMILY UNCLE NORM RAISED SPIDER 😤
His pain tolerance is through the roof. Like he fell out of a tree and was confused on why Lo’ak was freaking out, he looked down and was like “oh my leg’s broke”
He also like never gets sick but when he does it’s bad
Poor baby got abandonment and anger issues 😭
Probably projecting but he’s got ADHD. It was worse when he was little but he still has his hyper manic episodes
This boy radiates so much heat it’s not even funny
HE CAN SING 😩 AND PLAY THE GUITAR 😫
However he can’t dance worth shit💀 all he can do is a awkward shuffle
Projecting (again) but he tries to take care of his hair but gives up really easily. Like he will have a solid hair routine for like a week and just forgets about it instantly
subconsciously brings samples back to the lab.
This poor boy is touch starved please give him a hug
Most of the young Na’vi kids love him despite their parents distaste
Secretly watches his parents video diaries but pretends like he never wants to see them especially his dads
Him and norm watch old anime and superhero movies that was saved on drives
His hair grows hella fast
He’s a very fast learner
He knows Spanish definitely can and will cuss anybody who doesn’t understand it out
Lyle: “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYING I DONT SPEAK TACO BELL”
Lopez:😭🤣
Has crazy ass sleepwalking spells. Like everyone in the lab literally couldn’t find him. Norm decided he would go avatar to look for spider outside and spider was dead ass asleep in the pod💀
He also sleeps like a rock like the whole lab could get blown away and he would still be sleeping
Morning boi. Like why is he up at 5:30am eating breakfast watching old Pokémon reruns on a Wednesday 🤨
His room is a disaster
Steals avatar/recom clothes
Norm: “Spider, give me back my shirt it’s like 6x your size”
Spider, who looks like a toddler cuz the shirt is so big: “So? You just jealous I look hotter than you in it🙄”
I feel like there’s random period where spider will just wonder off into the forest when he’s not feeling mentally well. And it’s ok because he got the ewya armor
Like he’s found his own secret caves and groves to go to when he’s upset or just wants to be alone
Him and loak once stole the Navi equivalent to alcohol, got drunk and Jake beat their ass
Helps teach Navi kids English
Him, loak, kiri, havin waifu talk after spider showed them the wonderful world of anime
Lo’ak: “historia is top tier”
Spider: “man fuck historia have you seen ANNIE AND MIKASA 😩”What can I say man loves him a strong woman
Kiri: “acro ace vibing with hange”
Boy’s oblivious as hell
omeone will flirt with him and 3 day later while he’s chilling in the lab he’ll go: “HOLY SHIT……THEY WERE FLIRTING WITH ME-”
wolf in sheep's clothing
↳ jake sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), predator / prey play ( but pretty mild ), oral ( m ), masturbation ( f ), dirty talk, praise, knife play if you squint, facial, accidental stimulation
word count: 3587
notes | here i am for day four of romancing pandora: predator / prey ! first time writing for the man who got me into this fandom and who doesn't love some 2009! jake. these just keep getting longer, its a blessing and a curse
Jake’s breath came out in shallow pants, calves burning with exertion as he carried himself as quickly and quietly as he could through the dense foliage of the forest. It was nearing eclipse, the shine of the sun becoming dimmer through the canopies of the massive trees, the more obscured fauna already beginning to glow lightly with bioluminescent colors.
He was a bit embarrassed of how winded he was, taking a pause to put his hands above his head and inhale deep breaths. He did his best to keep in shape after his discharge, but there was only so much cardio you could do while you were planted in a wheelchair.
Luckily, his avatar was quick to build stamina, the lean body adapted to the harsh climate and terrain of the Forest Na’vi. The pads of his feet were rough and strong, thighs tight with muscle to plant himself firmly while climbing trees, lats and biceps sturdy and taut in preparation to swing across vines or scale mountainsides. It was new, weird, and ultimately awesome.
Still, all his physiological adaptations of his new form (his body, he reminded himself, this was his body now) did little to ease the burn in his chest. He’d been running for a while now, ducking down and between trees and vines in ways that his mind remembered but his body was still slowly readapting to.
It was a simple exercise, really. A test to make sure he had adapted to moving and hunting like a Na’vi rather than a Sky Person. He’d become better—learning to quiet his steps, hear the sounds of nature and the wind that could carry his scent and sound, and he was at least trying to feel the energy of the world around. Still, you had wanted to be sure before you brought him on an official hunt, to prevent him from embarrassing both you and him.
You’d begun right after lunch, riding Jake out on your ikran to the far reaches of the forest, miles from Hometree. He’d gotten a head start of about thirty minutes and directions to the general location of Hometree before you’d sent him away with a pat on the back and a knowing smirk.
The task had two rules—1) make it back to Hometree before the eclipse set fully for the night, and 2) don’t get caught.
He’s beginning to recognize the landscape surrounding Hometree, bark marked with knife symbols and stray arrows that preceded the training grounds. He couldn’t be far now.
He knew firsthand how many predators lie in the forest, and they all seemed hell-bent on getting a chunk of his tasty blue flesh, so he wasn’t eager to see one of them again. Then again, there was little in the forest that set his nerves on end more than you.
Your relationship was strange, dancing between the line of ‘absolutely hating each other’ and ‘begrudging friends due to circumstance’. It seemed like you teeteered between them each day depending on your mood or how shitty he was doing in his training.
You’d taken up the mantle of helping Jake with extra training whenever Neytiri was pulled away for her duties as tsakarem, something that was becoming more and more common with the steady invasion of the Sky Demons. You were a strong hunter, more patient than Neytiri was but also twice as demanding. You knew what you wanted done and how, and knew exactly how to get it, even if it meant keeping Jake awake all night practicing his bow stance.
There were times you looked at Jake like he was the scum that stuck to the bottom of your shoe (well, if you wore shoes), like he had single-handedly arrived to make your life difficult. Then, there were the other times. The times when you let your gaze soften as you taught him the words of your people—words like love, and hope and friendship that felt like more than just words when they passed your lips so sweetly. The times when your grip tightens on the bulge of his muscles to adjust his stance, or when your eyes linger a little too long on the exposed skin of his stomach.
It was in those times he felt his mind wander somewhere beyond the defined boundaries of your relationship, to slip into something a little softer, a little hotter. It was starting to become a problem, how ingrained your moods and touches were into the etches of his being, how he was becoming more and more certain that you wanted him just as bad.
Fuck, he could be imagining it, probably was imagining it, but it didn’t matter when you wouldn’t get out of his damn head. You were steady, and tough and so fucking sexy it made his head spin.
He couldn’t help the wandering thoughts as he trailed through the forest, body and mind exhausted from the hours he’d spent watching his every step, craning his head to every sound. His ears twitched up and out, picking up on the low hum of insects and scuffles of small game across the forest floor. He’d been antsy for a while now, the skin rising on the back of his neck and blood thumping through his veins. It felt like he was being watched, that strange dread of being small and targeted creeping up his spine.
The tackle takes him by surprise, the full weight of your body emerging from a low-hanging branch to throw him off balance. He’s a lot bigger than you, stronger too, but this was your terrain and you were definitely in control. He stumbles over vines and rocks as he tumbles back, the impact of the hard ground knocking the breath from his already exhausted lungs.
You’re able to roll off him with grace, readjusting your stance to crouch lowly over him with a mild hiss. Your knife is at his throat before he even has a chance to get his bearings.
“Dead.” Your hot breath hisses over his ear, the cool edge of your knife pressing lightly to his carotid artery.
The blood pounding in his head quickly rushes elsewhere when he’s finally able to take note of your positions. Your face is close enough he can feel your lightly heaving breaths next to his ear, your tail flicking mildly against his thigh as you hold your barely covered sex just above his own. It’s dumb and wrong and he can’t believe he is sporting a halfie right now because what the hell happened to him in life that this gets him hot?
Your gaze softens as he struggles to catch his breath, relaxing your crouch position into a sit on the area just above his loincloth, making him huff. He hopes to whatever god there is on Pandora that you take his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing as anger at being caught and not the mind-bending arousal that was flooding his system.
“You did well, Jake. Most children don’t get nearly this far on their first trial.” You lean back on his lap, knife still dangling from one hand. You clearly don’t seem too bothered with the proximity of your ass to his cock, giving him a teasing look as you praise him. He knew the Na’vi were more open with their sexuality, more casual with touching and feeling than humans but this had to be raising some kind of flags for you.
“Yeah, well, maybe if I had a better teacher…” His voice sounds strained to his own ears, desperate to move the conversation to something, anything, to distract him and get that damn sexy look off your face, like you’ve just won a prize.
Your grin is wide and teasing, easily brushing off his jab. You let your sharp-edged blade trace precariously against the skin of his stomach, voice thick in accented English. “Oh, don’t be a sore sport, Jake. I’m being nice, even though your footsteps are like thunder.”
"Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He huffed, leaning a hand behind his head to catch his breath and avoid your piercing gaze.
“Oh, it was. You were moving around like a baby pa’li, just stomp, stomp, stomp.” Your giggles were relentless as you teased him, thumping your feet and tail in loud smacks to drive home your point.
Jake usually would have found it childish, just pushing you off himself and brushing off his shame. Except, your hips swayed dangerously low to the tent in his loincloth with each of your stomping movements, eventually brushing against his sensitive skin and causing heat to shoot through his stomach and up his spine.
“Fuck, don’t move, darling.” His voice was heavier than he meant it to be, his hands instinctively grasping your hips to stop you from moving any further.
Your eyes trail from the flush high on his cheeks to the twitching of his ears, a slow realization coming over your face. Your eyes dilate, tail twitching behind you as you purposefully push your hips back against the growing bulge of his cock. He lets out a groan, fingers tightening against the curve of your hips as he forces his own to stay still.
“I did this to you?” Your expression is unreadable, eyes darting over his face in question.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Jake rubs a hand over his eyes, obviously embarrassed. You tackled him, got on his lap and put a damn knife to his neck, and he popped a boner like a goddamn teenager. Grace is gonna murder him when she finds out this is what gets him finally kicked out of the village. “You just looked so pretty, and my adrenaline was going. It-it’s really natural-”
“Mawey, Jake, it is ok.” You grasp one of his hands, your fingers soft but insistent as you lead him to the dip between your legs. He looks up with questioning eyes, waiting for your permission, before dipping his fingers underneath the soft fabric. He bites his lip as he lets his fingers explore the valleys of your pussy, coming away hot and slick from your arousal.
Your eyes are still focused only on his face, moving your hips idly against his exploring touch as your breath quickens. “It is the same for me. I want you, Jake, all of you, if you will have me.”
He sits up at the waist, letting the fingers from his free hand trace along the edges of your hips and the base of your tail, relishing in the shivers you let out against his chest. He thinks for a moment he must have hit his head too hard since there was no way this strong warrior, this beautiful being so far from anything he had ever known, was offering herself to him.
Except he can feel every breath that huffs from your chest, each twitch of your thighs against his hip, each tremor that wracks your frame when his fingers roll your clit. It makes any rational thought in his head sweep away, pushing his forehead to yours to breathe in this moment.
“Yes, I want you, of course I want you.”
You reached a hand to his face and he could smell the hot musk of your arousal so strongly it made his hips twitch. He leaned his face into your hand, feeling the soft touch of your fingers before pushing his lips to yours impatiently. You sunk into his embrace as he pulled you close, chests brushing one another as you explored the feel of each other for the first time.
Your tongue slipped between your teeth, teasing the edge of Jake’s lips as you opened yourself up to him, letting the sensations of his fingers dipping into your cunt roll over you.
You’d had a few lovers before, fleeting encounters in the night throughout your life, but none had lit your skin aflame like Jake. He was different and a little forbidden, a strong man who threw himself wholeheartedly into the ways of your people and, fuck, you wanted him like no one before.
His hand trails up the length of your ribs, feeling each dip and curve of your figure as your body moves into him. You let out a shaky gasp that borders on a moan when he grips your tit, thumb moving teasingly along the stiff bud of your nipple. You’re trying so hard to keep yourself together, to be the one in control, but can feel yourself crumbling at each press of his fingers against your hot flesh.
Jake groans against your lips, keeping his thumb rubbing against your tit. “Fuck, I love that sound. Let me hear it again, sweet girl.”
“Me first.” You trail your fingers under the hem of his tewng,pulling the fabric down with a tug to the strings. Jake can see the focus of your eyes, almost grounding yourself like you’re trying to regain some sort of control over your body.
Jake’s touch made you feel like you were falling, an exhilarating and nerve-wracking loss of control that had you shaking. You let your fingers slip over the head of his cock, already wet with precum and decorated with little tanhì on the lavender skin. Jake grunts as you let your fingers slide repeatedly over the wet slit, the confident look from earlier returning to your features as you drink in the sounds he makes with each pass of your hand.
“Oh, come on, darling, let me make you feel good. I was just getting started.” His grin is wicked sharp, as dangerous and enticing as he is, his alien fingers rubbing firmly over your clit to prove his point.
“Come now, I successfully got my prey. Shouldn’t I get to reap a hunter’s reward?” Your lips are swollen as you pant the words into his mouth, moving both your hands to twist around the length of his cock. He hardly muffles a moan at the overwhelming stimulation, brows furrowed in pleasure as you let a grin sneak over your lips.
And fuck that shouldn’t make heat run through him like it does, setting his ears aflame as his hips twitch unwittingly into your grasp. Your prey. He certainly felt like it with the coy way your fingers grasped around his cock, each muscle in his body plying to the sweet friction of your touch.
He lets himself relax back against the dirt and moss of the ground, feeling a pang of need go through him at the look in your eyes as you run your fingers along him, imprinting yourself onto him, declaring him as your bounty in the depths of the woods. “God, darling, you look so pretty, wanna feel your lips on my cock so bad.”
“Being quiet was never your strength, was it?” You tease, flicking your tongue out to run along the bumps on his shaft. They glowed lightly in the dim evening, pulsing a bit as he leaked precum onto your tongue with hitched breath.
“Yeah, well, we all have our flaws.”
You hum against the shaft of his cock, vibrations making his thighs tense under you. “Not a flaw, let me hear how good I make you feel.”
With that, you wrap your lips around the darker tip of his cock, letting your mouth fall over the tip and running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his head. Jake leans up on his elbows to get a good look, pushing stray strands of hair from your face to admire how your lips stretch around him.
Your eyes are glassy as you take what you want from him desperately, tongue playing on each edge of his cock you can reach to see what has him keening into your touch. His cock is wide enough to stretch your lips, a bit of drool edging from the corner of your mouth.
His tail flicks frantically behind him, restless against the dirt ground before coiling itself around the top of your thigh. He struggles to keep his hips still, near panting as you ease your lips down his cock, taking a little more each time your head bobs. Your throat spasms a bit as you get halfway down his length, muscles tightening around his cock as you breathe heavily through your nose.
He lets out a startled grunt, brows pinched in pleasure as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Oh, shit, just like that, darling, doing so good.”
You look almost proud as you gaze up at him from between his legs, leaving one hand at the base of his cock to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. He vaguely notices your other hand moving between your legs.
“Fuck, are you touching yourself? All wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, I bet it’s so pretty, all stretched out around your little fingers.”
The moan you let out reverberates up his cock and into his spine, making his fingers clench in your hair. He can hear the wet slide of your fingers now, rolling inside yourself at the same pace your mouth is falling down his cock. He wishes he could see better, the way your cunt stretches around your own touch, how you stroke yourself in the ways that make you feel the best, he wants to learn it all and ingrain it in his memory forever.
“Fuck, I wanna feel you moan on my cock when you cum, don’t stop-”
He groans as your fingers increase their pace between your legs, your body swaying with each of your thrusts into yourself, pushing your mouth back onto his cock with each movement. He can feel his resolve running thin, mouth lulling open in panting breaths as he lightly moves his hips to chase the movement of your tongue.
You breathe heavily through your nose as the pace of his hips increase, restless against the ground as you suckle hard at the head of his cock. Your moans are incessant now, high and vibrating against the sensitive skin of his tip as you ride your own high. Your eyes are glassy with tears, tightening your grip on his cock as he feels you tremble against him.
He’s still getting used to the whole idea of this Eywa thing, but fuck, the way you look on your knees has to be some kind of divine omen if he’s ever seen one.
He can barely see your body from here, the peaks of your breasts barely poking from the decorative weaving of your top, but the feeling of your hard nipples brushing against his thighs as you move against him has him reeling. He can’t help every little thought he’s had of you in that moment surface—of his cock between your tits, teasing the hard nubs until you're shaking under him, of the look on your face as you ride him relentlessly for your own pleasure, of your eyes rolling as he fucks his cum back into you.
He can feel his self-control slipping, hips inching up into your throat and causing it to spasm around him. You let him move his hips against you, looking up with teary eyes as you run short on breath. After a few strokes, you pull off his cock, panting and shaking with need.
“Jake, Jake, I-yes, yes” your grip on his cock is messy and wet, slick with his own precum and your saliva. His hips jump at the rawness of your voice, breathy and wanting just for him. It’s been a while since he’s been in the game but fuck, he knows you’re close, whining and grinding against your own fingers as you struggle to keep your hand on rhythm.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, come for me baby, I’m almost there-”
He can feel the moment you fall apart on your own fingers, breath catching as you still yourself at the head of his cock, suckling hard as your eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. You end up easing yourself off to pant into the meat of his thigh, chest panting and fingers quivering as they work his cock.
“Cum, Jake, let me have it.” Your lips ghost over his length as you move both hands to grip tight around his cock, twisting your fingers at the base as you rub at the sensitive spot below his head. The grunt he lets out is near animalistic, hips pushing desperately up into your slick grip as he chases the edge of release.
The vibration of your voice and the haze of pleasure in your eyes has him hurtling over the edge, stars painting the blackness behind his eyes. Thick strands of cum paint your cheeks and lips, streaks of pearly white on your beautiful blue-skinned complexion.
A sense of pride and possessiveness swells in him at the sight, like he was the one who got to claim you now, covered in his scent and his seed so everyone would know just what happened in the woods. The idea of you flaunting around, a strong and capable warrior, reeking of the alien intruder as you went about his duties had the dimming heat in his loins flaring as he came down from his high.
He pants as aftershocks thrum through his muscles, exhaustion seeping into his bones as you cradle up beside him. He can vaguely feel a contented purr coming from you, tickling his ribs as he pulls you close to put his nose in your hair. “Next time, I’m the one doing the tracking.”
a/n: im horny and i watched gran turismo last week
you take one last look at yourself in your mirror. you were wearing a tight fitted red dress, with a oversized leather jacket. it was a bit cold outside, but you still wanted to look presentable for your boyfriend. after all, it was a date night. you smooth out the thin fabric of your dress. you spray on some perfume, zipping up your boots before walking back downstairs. you hear the loud rev of a car outside, then your phone rings in your hand.
“come outside, love.”
you smile at the text and quickly make your way to the front door, locking it behind you. you turn around and make eye contact with jann. he’s leaning against the car door, a rose in his hand. he gives you a warm smile before meeting you half way in the driveway. “hey,” you mutter out. “hi,” he replies back, chuckling. even though you were wearing heels, he still towered over you. you almost forgot how handsome he was up close. you catch the smell of his cologne, his shampoo, and the faint scent of laundry detergent. “this is for you.” he reaches his hand out to you, placing the rose into your palms. you carefully bring it up to your nose, taking in the scent of it. “what’s the occasion?” you say jokingly. he rolls his eyes, kissing your cheek. “nothing, just something nice for my girl.” he says before opening the car door for you. you thank him, sliding into the dark sleek interior car. he closes the door, walking over to the drivers seat.
you watch as he adjusts himself into his seat, leaning back into the cushions. “where are we going?” you ask. he glances over at you, “it’s a surprise.” you groan in annoyance. he smiles at your reaction. he slowly backed out of the front of your house, quickly accelerating on the road. you clutch onto your bag, irritated that he always sped. it wasn’t like it was intentional, he was just use to the speed on the tracks. “jann,” you shout out, he slows down a bit, realizing what you were stressed about. “you have to stop doing that.” you sigh. he laughs, “you’re scared of a little speeding?” he teases, “no, jann, i’m scared of crashing.” he places his hand on your thigh, smoothing out your stockings. this was his way of calming you down, and it worked. you unfold your arms, intertwining your fingers into his large hand. he rubs his thumb on the inner of your thigh.
“you still not gonna tell me where we’re going?” you ask again. you hear the low hum of his voice, “you know that movie you’ve been dying to see recently?” you turn over with wide eyes. “no way, you got us tickets?” he nods. he pulls into the parking lot of the cinema, quickly walking out to get your side of the door. you thank him, holding onto his arm as you walk to the booth. you wait over by the side, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. you hear jann and the usher go back and forth about something. you turn around and see jann rolling his head back, shoving his phone into his back pocket and walking over to you.
he drags his hand over his face, almost in embarrassment. “what happened?” you ask. “i got the tickets for the wrong day.” he replied. “shit, i’m stupid.” you try laughing it off, grabbing his arm. “it’s fine, we can go back on the actual day.” his brows knitted together, frowning slightly. he walks you back to the car, opening it once again for you before getting in. “sorry, baby.” he says. you pat his arm, “we can do something better tonight.” you say. he leans into his seat, looking at you. “like what?” you shrug, “maybe we can just go out to eat instead.” you suggest, he nods, starting his porsche back up. you turn on the radio, hoping to help brighten up the mood.
you didn’t know what it was, but tonight he seemed even more charming than usual. you glance over at his hand on the steering wheel, while the other was resting on his thigh. he stops at a red light, tapping the edge of the wheel with his fingers. you lean over to him, running your fingers through the back of his hair. he sighs into your touch, you continue touching over his neck, looking at him through your dark lashes. he turns his head to you, his lips parted slightly. he looks at you, his eyes trailing from your face down to your crossed legs. before you knew it, he was speeding into an empty parking lot, reclining his seat back.
you pull off your boots, crawling over to him. he lays down in his seat, unzipping his jeans. he eagerly takes off his jacket, tossing it in the backseat before grabbing you by your waist and settling you in his lap. the space in the drivers seat was small for the both of you, but you made it work. he slides your leather jacket off your arms, feeling your soft skin. you pull down his boxers, his hard erection rubbing again your thigh. he watches you as you desperately try to pull off your tights. he licks his lips, grabbing you closer and ripping a hole into the crotch of your tights. you gasp slightly, placing your hands onto his chest. jann pulls up your dress, his large hand covering your whole torso. you whine quietly as you hear him undoing your bra. he his large hand travels to your back, then up over your breasts. you moan as his cold hands play with the bud of your nipples. you feel his cold breath on your neck, goosebumps lining your skin.
“jann,” you whimper. your hand travels down to his dick, using it to trace the entrance of your pussy. he groans, whispering your name. you place his tip inside of you, feeling his hands fall back onto your hips. he was big. definitely bigger than average, and you still weren’t use to it. you tremble as you sink onto his cock, “mm, you feel all of that, baby?” he teases. he’s staring at you deeply. he knows you feel his eyes on you, yet you won’t keep your head up. you’re afraid if you make eye contact with him, you’ll break. “look at me.” he instructs above you. you keep your head down as you softly ride him. a hand falters away from your hips, making its way up to your face. he tilts your face up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “jann…” you mutter shyly. “i can’t-”
“you can’t what?” he asks, thrusting his hips up against you. you feel his cock between your legs, pounding your insides. you struggle to make out the words as his he thumbs at your clit. you clench onto his shirt, balling up your fists. he chuckles slightly, “get closer, princess.” you lean into his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. jann’s hand travels to your ass, helping you ride you up and down, “fuck,” he curses, “you feel so good, baby.” your eyes start tearing up, all your thoughts slushing together. his large hands palm at the flesh of your ass, you feel his dick slipping in and out of you repeatedly. the mixture of your whining and his groaning filled the car.
the thick head of his cock touches your cervix, his thrusts start getting sloppier, but his stamina is still going. you try to muffle your moans by placing your head into the crook of his neck, but his thick cock forces you to cry out louder. you hear him slightly laughing at you. you’re a whimpering mess in front of him, begging, crying as his hands explore every inch of your body. your thighs shake aggressively when his hands travel back down to your clit, teasing you. you grip harder onto his shirt as you feel yourself reaching your climax. you mewl out his name, your pussy coiling up from the sensation. you yell out as you feel him cum inside of you. you gasp — he lifts your hips up, letting his dick slip out of you. he groans as you fall limp into his arms.
for a moment, it’s silent. just heavy breathing and the slight squeak of the leather car seats. jann places a hand on your back, tracing your skin. “love?” he whispers into your ear. “mhm,” you manage to get out, “you okay?” you sigh, hugging him tighter. you nod in his chest, closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead.
| warnings - smut, cursing, jann taking out his anger on you??? mdom, blowjob, doggy, creampie (wrap it b4 u tap it chat), a bit of a make out sesh before the actual smut, slight aftercare
| synopsis - jann comes home after losing a race, and you make him feel better
| a/n - yo this cut is insane… shoutout to my barber dawg. anotha 1 for @ludicdoll xx. (i was thinking of this song the whole time while writing)
you were sitting on you and jann’s shared bed in a (his) t-shirt and some underwear reading when he suddenly walked stormed into the house. you could hear the door slam and his keys hit the coffee table by the TV.
when he walks into the bedroom he instantly walks over to the bottom of the bed and takes off his shoes. once they’re off he stands back up to leave to go to the bathroom. you immediately know why he’s mad; he had a race earlier today. you sadly couldn’t made it due to work but could have watched it on the TV, and you ended up watching him lose. but he wouldn’t get mad at that.
would he?
“jann?” you call out to him from the room. you slowly climb out of the bed and walk up to the closed bathroom door. you can hear the sink water running but jann is still silent. when you reach to open the bathroom door you freeze a bit at first. you think you should just leave him alone, but you just wanna make sure that he’s okay.
you open the door to find him drying off his face with a towel. when he looks up into the mirror his eyes are boring into yours. “wanna talk about what happened at the race?” you finally speak out after a few moments of stillness.
you swear you see his eyes go wide just the slightest bit. he turns around and you think he’s gonna finally talk to you but he just brushes right past.
you follow him out of the bathroom into the living room. when you get close enough you reach out to grab his arm. he turns around pretty quickly but not enough to make you flinch. when he finally looks at you, you walk up closer to him, causing him to look down at you with those eyes.
the hand that is on his arm moves to his hand instead, rubbing circles on the back of it with your thumb. “tell me about what happened today.” you say while reaching up to grab his one hand with the both of yours.
jann brings his hand up to pinch his nose bridge and let out a sigh that leads into a groan.
“it’s stupid.” he says, a slight annoyance in his voice. you freeze again. shit. is that why he’s mad? he notices how you don’t say anything, and how your eyebrows furrow slightly. he also notices how your thumb stops moving on his hand. he lets out another sigh as he removes his hand from the bridge of his nose and uses it to move your hair out of your face. “i-it’s nothing, really… it’s not that important.”
you remove your hand from his when he utters those last few words. what does he mean ‘not that important’? does he not think i care about his races?
“‘not that important’ jann? what the fuck do you mean it’s not that important?” i speak out quickly.
he chuckles lightly and looks down at the floor with a shitty smirk on his face. “what else would i mean? it’s a dumb reason to be mad about. the whole crew agreed it was.” he says while reaching up to rub his eyes. he obviously is stressed from the race and just wants to relieve himself.
you reach up to his face with one of your hands and cup his cheek. he leans into your hand and takes one of his hands and puts it on top of yours. and then you guys just sat there. you loved little moments like these. where he used you to calm down, like you knew you were his safe place. your hand moves a little more towards the back of his head, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck to calm him down some more.
but then he lets out a deep exhale and when he opens his eyes he says; “i need you so bad…”
his words catch you a bit off guard but you almost immediately pull him down by the back of his neck to connect your lips with his. he lets out a soft moan of relief when he finally feels the plush of your soft lips against his. his hands go down to your hips almost instinctively to grab at your hips with his large hands. he pulls you into him, to make sure you feel his dick getting harder against your stomach.
jann slowly slips his tongue into your mouth and uses one of his hands to reach behind your head and grip your hair into a ponytail. he tilted your head back to be able to have access to your neck and jawline, leaving little kisses and licks on the skin.
he was sucking tiny hickeys into my neck, then soothing the bruises with his tongue right after.
your soft moans and whimpers at the pleasure cause him to twitch in his pants. jann was never really the type to just grab at you like that but he was just so fucking pent up right now. plus he knew if you didn’t like it, you would have made him stop by now. when he pulled away to take off his jacket you let out a whine from the loss of contact, but less than 5 seconds later his mouth was back on yours.
soon enough he carried you to the bed and sat you on his lap, groping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. when you pulled away from his lips you could see a look of confusion mixed with lust on his face. but as soon as he saw you climbing off his lap onto your knees in front of him, his confusion turned into a more relaxed expression.
when you got to his pants you could already tell he was painfully hard just by looking at the tent in his pants. you cupped his clothed dick in your hand, rubbing it to give him a bit of relief but soon enough he got impatient. jann grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. “cmon… enough w the teasing. be good f’me baby.”
its almost like a trance. right after he utters those words, your fingers nimbly began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. when you pull his pants down you can see a stain of precum on his underwear. you put your hand in his boxers, causing him to hiss out suddenly from the way your hand felt around him. god. he felt like he was gonna come undone already.
you look up at him with full eye contact as you slowly pull his hard cock out of his underwear fully. his eyes are low and his mouth is slightly parted, tiny groans escaping him. when you take him into your mouth he chokes out a moan and instantly reaches up to grab your hair in a fist. jann got lost in a daze watching you suck him off. he always thought you looked so pretty with your lips around his dick.
soon enough, he started to pant out and his groans began to get louder as you bobbed your head up and down on him. then all of a sudden he lifted your head up — grabbing you by the chin to bring you into a kiss. you two were sloppily eating at each others faces. almost like starved animals.
you were already soaked from everything that was happening so when jann pulled you into arms again just to flip you onto your hands and knees he could see the wet patch that stained your panties. “so fuckin’ wet… so damn greedy — just want me to fill this pretty pussy don’t you?” he leans down behind you to whisper in your ear.
jann reaches down between the both of you to pull your underwear to the side, revealing your sopping wet cunt to him. he then fisted his cock, stroking it a few times before lining himself up with your slick entrance. when he begins to push in inch by inch you swear you begin to tear up with how big and thick he is.
he was fully nestled inside of your warmth when he reached up to grab a fistful of your hair and setting his pace. jann’s hips started smacking against the plush of your ass with each thrust.
“jann… ple—ase,“ you whimper out.
“sh- shh sweetheart… don’t talk just lemme hear those little noises you make.” he said as he picked up the pace of each thrust. he was going fast and deep. he moved his hand from your hair and used it to grab your face, thick fingers digging into your soft cheeks.
he started peppering tiny, cute kisses across your face. he was doing such a sweet thing while breaking you.
when jann looked down between the both of you, he swore he was in heaven. he could see where he was sliding in and out of you perfectly and the white ring you left around his pretty cock. it was like a mark you left on him to show that he was yours and you were his.
you could feel his pattern faltering as his hips began to stutter. his groans turned into moans and they went higher in pitch each time your hips smacked back onto his. he leaned down to plant kisses along the small of your back as your voice began to crack from how loud you’ve been. “oh- oh fuck — im gonna cu-“ is all you hear before you can feel jann spill into you.
soon enough after, you let out a loud whine as you feel yourself cum on his cock.
the room smells like sex and the air is hot and heavy. the only thing you can hear is the sound of both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. when jann pulls out of your warmth, he hisses sharply though his teeth. he was still kissing from your neck to your jawline all the way down to your lower back.
a little while later, jann had cleaned the both of you up and gotten some new clothes for you to wear to bed. you were on top of him with your face buried in his neck while his hands were tangled in your hair. every so often he would lean down to plant a kiss onto your lips or cheek. his large hand went underneath your (his) shirt to trace small shapes on your back.
“was i too much?” he finally says to break the silence.
you stirred a bit in the position you were in but he could feel you shake your head ‘no.’ jann lets out a dry laugh at the way you responded to him. he reaches up with his free hand to grab your chin and gives you a sensual kiss on the lips.
Summary: Tsu’tey meets a redhead girl and her hair entrances him.
It started after the war, right after the birth of neteyam. Tsu’tey had almost healed completely other than his limp when Norm said that his younger sister had arrived on pandora. with the new technology, she was one of the first 20 people to be able to breathe the pandorian air.
Tsu’tey was curious as to see her, many other scientists have talked about her bubbly spirit and adorable tiny frame. But none mentioned her wild trait that had Tsu’tey in a chokehold.
He was taken aback when he saw her. she was a redhead and he had never seen it before. her hair almost glowed when the sun hit it. like fire.
and that’s what he called her, “txep re’o” fire lady.
she would giggle everytime he said it. her blush matched her fiery head of hair.
he would start to pick her little flowers.
“for your hair.” he says.
“Tsu’tey, my head is going to be a garden soon if you keep this up.” she says.
MDNI🔞 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! DONT LIKE? DONT READ!!
A/N- I was bored as hell- and kept thinking about quaritch being vary vocal during sex and stuff, plus i keep seeing fics based around it so wanted to give a go at it!!
Recom!miles quaritch x avatar!fem reader
Smut without plot, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, female and male orgasm, quaritch getting whiny, slight overstemulated quaritch, dryhumping, tsaheylu.
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Info:
You and quaritch had been sneaking around for a few months now, well.. More like a whole year, it started when quaritch got his frist rut after becoming a na'vi and he instantly went to find you. He had always been drawn to you as human, but then he met paz, had miles Jr, and then died.
Now he didn't have anything except his squad, he didn't want to be with walker, or z-dog, Yes they were nice and stuff but he didn't, just didn't feel drawn to them.
You were on the head of the avatar program, still working to get to understand Pandora and the na'vi better. You had so much experience as a na'vi, so much more then miles. And thats why he went to you first.
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It was late, and yet you were wide awake, miles laided out over your bed. His tail curled tightly around yours, "can you out the book down and cuddle me already?" He grumbles, yellow eyes glaring up at you. You giggle softly, your ears twitching. You'd often stay in your avatar body for days before returning to your human one, you we thinking of having a Consciousness transfer done but still didn't know yet.
"Let me finish this chapter first, ok kitty?" You giggle softly, gently ruffling his short, shaved black hair. "Don't call me fuckin' kitty." Miles grumbles, slightly leaning his head up to chase after your touch before you pull your hand away. "Ok ok, i won't call you kitty anymore." You laugh softly, leaning back agaisnt your headboard and you bury your nose back into the book you were reading.
Quaritch sighs softly, turning his head and looking at your candle that smelled like fresh rain and musk. His nose twitches slightly at the scent, he secretly loved it but never told you. "Ok, fuck the book, im done waiting." He grumbles, grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you down until your flat on your back, he slaps the book from your hold and pushes it off the bed, surely losing the page you were reading.
"Hey! That was uncalled for-" miles cuts your bitching off with a rough kiss, he grips at your hips, tugging yours upwards towards his with a hungry growl. "Zip it." He growls after breaking the kiss, he slips a hand up the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere off your bed. "Hm.. There my girls are.." He hums softly, leaning down, nuzzling his face into your breasts through your sports bra. "Fuckin' love these things.." Miles grumbles, a rough and deep purr rumbling deep in his throat.
"You always say that." You giggle softly, your ears drooping submivssely and your face flushing a deep purple. "Because they are perfect.." He mumbles, gently unhooking your bra from your shoulders and slowly pulling it off with a deep groan. "Yeah.. There they are.." He instantly starts kneading at your breasts with his rough, warm hands. Your breath hitches and your arch your back up into him. He kneads at your breasts for a few more moments before sitting up, pulling his tank top off and throwing it aside before working his belt off.
"Miss me that much?" You tease with a giggle, lifting your hips off your bed as you pull your sweats down, tossing them off the bed. "You never learn to shut your mouth?" He growls, his ears flat to his skull making you shiver a bit. Quaritch throws his belt off your bed and his cammies follow soon after. "Thought you loved when i don't shut up." You giggle, wrapping your legs around his sluttly little waist and pulling him down towards you again.
"For God's sake, zip it." He chuckles roughly, placing a hand by your head so he could hover over you. He pushes his hips flush against yours, shoving his cloth covered bulge agaisnt your covered heat. "Mhm.." You groan softly, letting your head drop back agaisnt your pillows. Quaritch rolls his hips forward, grinding his cock agaisnt your clothed clit with a deep growl.
"Mhp! S-stop teasing please.." You whine softly, your eyes looking up to his. "You started it." He growls, pulling you kuru braid over your chest before reaching back and pulling his over his shoulder. "Miles, wait! You don't know what your doing-" he glares down at you, yellow eyes piercing right through your soul. "Don't test me, I know exactly what im doing." He carefully brings his kuru down to yours, watching as your pink little tendrils search for his before they intagle together, glowing a light pink.
His head drops down to your shoulder and he grips your hip with his free hand, his pupils dilating as his mind of flooded with you, and your mind is flooded with him. "M-miles.." You whine softly, gently grabbing at his arm. "Yeah.. I gotcha.." He mumbles, his tail curling around your thigh. He sits up, quickly pulling your underwear down your thighs and leaving them to hang on one of your ankles. Miles stares down at your slick folds, his ears swiveled forward in awe. He's never seen you this wet, and he's fucked you enough to know so.
"Goddamn, babygirl.." He mumbles, leaning down closer to your cunt. Quaritch presses his nose into the top of your pelvic bone, letting out a deep groan before lifting himself back up. You look up at him, your ears drooped and face flushed. "What..?" You ask shyly, your tail thumping against your mattress. "Your soaked, like.. I've never seen you this worked up." He rasps, sitting up on his knees and pulling his boxers down to his ankles. He hovers back over you, pushing his hips forwards, making his hard cockhead ram into your clit.
"Miles!" You squeak, your hands grabbing at his sides. "Hm, my bad." He chuckles, angling his hips down a bit and pushing forwards again. The head of his cock catching against your entrance, he chuckles deeply, shoving his hips forwards, bury his length to the hilt in one quick movement. "Mhm! Easy please!" You whine out, your gummy walls hugging him tightly.
Miles groans softly, feeling just how overly sensitive you both were from making tsaheylu. "Yeah, sorry not happening tonight." Miles withdraws his hips, before thrusting forward again with a deep moan. He repeats this until he's found a good deep and rough pace. His head drops down into your your chest, his nose pressed in between your breasts as he thrusts in and out of your tight walls.
"Fuck! S-slow down.. Mhpf!" You sob, your hands grabbing at his back and shoulders, nails digging into his sweaty azure skin. "Can't- fuckin' can't." He growls, gripping your hips tightly. Quaritch's heavy, full balls slapping against the curve of your ass each time he slams home. He felt high, high off the feeling of being bonded with you, he felt if he didn't fuck you hard he would lose it.
His pace starts growing sloppy, thrusts growing shallow as his high started forming in his core. Your whines and moans grew louder and more drawn out, indicating you were too, almost there. Miles reaches a hand down, rubbing roughly against your clit making you sob. "C-cumming fuck!" You squeak, you walls clenching tightly around his length as you release your clear arousal all over his shaft.
Quaritch whines into your chest, stilling his hips for a moment. His knot starting to swell at the base of his cock, he desperately humps against you, gripping at your bruised hips. "Oh Fuck, fuck! Open up f'r me.. C'mon!" He growls, shoving his hips forwards once more, his thick knot popping into your tight heat making you screech weakly. He whines loudly into your chest, hips pumping desperately into your cunt as his length throbs roughly inside your walls as he unloads himself inside you.
"Damn.. Oh fuck.." You pant, gently cradling his head agasint your chest. Miles pants heavily, his body shivering as he lets himself collapse ontop of you. His knot tied into your gummy walls, insuring none of his seed go to waste.
Quaritch lifts his head from your chest, gently kissing your forehead then giving you a soft kiss. "I love you, Y/n.." He mumbles, letting his head flop back against your breasts. "I love you too, miles.." You whisper Horsley.
Now miles had more of a reason to be with you. You were his and he was yours, for life..
Eywa is one of the most interesting concepts in the Avatar universe, imo. The concept of an interplanetary consciousness that every native organism can "interface" with is so cool. One thing that really fascinates me about Eywa is how she goes about "protecting only the balance of life" as Neytiri explained to Jake. As of Avatar 1, Eywa did not react to the human threat mining and destroying the forest for several years, nor the genocide/abduction of the Sarentu clan, even though Eywa would've been aware of what was happening when the Na'vi shared their memories with her soul trees. She only reacted to the threat AFTER she was exposed to human memories of the destruction of earth when Jake interfaced with her via his avatar body, and then again when she interfaced with Grace’s human body. The reaction was similar to an immune response within a body attacking a foreign virus, with native fauna mobilizing to attack anything that registered as alien. One interesting thing of note about the immune response is that the animals were not physically connected to Eywa when they attacked, which means Eywa can somehow send commands to organisms “wirelessly.” This phenomena could also explain how the atokirina conveniently show up to stop Neytiri from killing Jake. Anyway, the immune response won the final battle of A1, in A2 we saw the immune response can't protect Pandora in its entirety. The recoms could get past the immune response undetected, and Bridgehead and the whaling ships didn't face an immune response at all.
Another interesting thing about Eywa we learned from the original script for Avatar 2, is that she is confirmed to have caused Grace’s pregnancy. Norm describes Kiri’s birth as “parthenogenesis,” which is a biological process in which an egg produces viable offspring without sperm from a male. (idk if the script needs a spoiler warning, so I'm putting one just to be safe) Based on the fact that Jake describes the pregnancy as “a mystery,” we can assume parthenogenetic birth isn’t something normal to the Na’vi’s alien reproductive cycle. On earth, parthenogenesis is only found in invertebrates and some plants. Assuming that Na’vi reproduction is somewhat similar to earth animal reproduction (which I think we can safely do since the Sully children clearly have inherited different traits from their parents, implying that they get half of their DNA from each parent just like on earth, but they are aliens so I could be completely wrong here), Grace would’ve had gametes inside of her avatar’s reproductive system, which are cells that only contain half of the genetic material to produce a viable offspring. A complex, multicellular organism like a Na’vi couldn’t exist without a full set of genes, so in order to produce a zygote (a new cell with a full set of genes that can grow into an embryo), the other half of the genetic material must’ve come from somewhere else, and the only place it could’ve come from is Eywa herself. This means that Eywa, to some capacity, can create or at least copy and reproduce genetic material. Since Kiri is so similar to Grace, it’s possible the other half of her genes are just a complete copy of Grace.
From all this we can conclude some things about Eywa.
We know she is not:
All powerful
All knowing
A “god” in the traditional sense
We know she is capable of:
Storing memories, including memories of the deceased from the last time they connected with her
Making decisions to react to threats based on those memories
Interfacing with an alien’s nervous system
Commanding fauna
Sending signals to organisms without physical contact
Creating/changing genetic material
What is still unclear is how Eywa’s consciousness works. Is she:
A sentient individual?
A hive mind of the deceased Na’vi?
An amalgamation of consciousness built from memories?
Something akin to a biological artificial intelligence?
Now that we’ve established the things that are confirmed about Eywa, I want to get into some speculation about what else she might be capable of. Note that from this point on I’m being purely SPECULATIVE and I’m not saying any of this is for sure possible in canon, I’m just coming up with hypotheses based on info we already have. After the end of Avatar 2, it looks like Jake and the Na’vi are planning to make their stand against the RDA, but if they want any hope of winning against the RDA’s superior technology, they’re going to need a combination of a Na’vi war force and divine intervention, just like in Avatar 1. The question is, how will Eywa help them? The one form of defense we’ve seen from her is the immune response, but that can only go so far. It can be fooled by avatars and recoms, and it is not strong enough to attack a heavily fortified base like Bridgehead. Eywa is going to have to step up her game, and I’ve created three theories on how she might do that.
📢potential spoiler warning for the last theory!📢
Theory 1: The 880 Virus
Project 880 is a screenplay James Cameron wrote in 1995 that eventually morphed into the Avatar we know and love today. One element in 880 that never made it to Avatar was the counter-viruses. For every earth virus the RDA brought with them to Pandora, Eywa created a counter-virus that would stop it, protecting both native organisms and the humans from getting sick from the viruses ever again. The RDA was even planning to create vaccines using the counter-viruses and sell them back on earth. At the end of Project 880 when the RDA is forced to retreat, Jake tells them that if they ever come back, Eywa will unleash a deadly virus that will wipe out any human that dares set foot on Pandora again. Even though Project 880 is not canon, I could see James Cameron revisiting his old idea to help the protagonists shake off the RDA forever. The problem is they’d need to find a way to protect the friendly humans like Spider and Norm.
Theory 2: Avatar Kiri
Between the parthenogenetic birth and Kiri’s ability to control vines (seen in The High Ground comic) and anemones (seen in Avatar 2), the movies are clearly setting up for there to be something special about her. In both the comic scene where she controlled plants and the movie scene where she controlled the anemones, the characters around her expressed confusion that she could do so, from which we can assume those are not normal abilities of a Na’vi. Since Kiri is also established to have a deep connection to Eywa, it is possible she is meant to act as an “avatar.” In the original context of the word, an avatar is a manifestation of a deity in mortal form, so Kiri would act as an avatar for Eywa. Since Kiri is a person and not a… whatever Eywa is, she can make her own decisions and react quickly to problems without having to absorb memories first. There’s no more information to speculate about what other abilities Kiri may develop in the future, so unfortunately, there’s not much else to discuss here that we can base on any evidence.
Theory 3: If you can’t beat em, join em
📢Here’s where we’re getting into potential spoiler territory.📢 In the BTS footage for Avatar 2, there were some scripts accidentally shown which described some very interesting scenes: Spider, breathing without a mask, and Kiri confessing to Mo’at that she caused it to happen. There was also some concept art shown in Las Vegas that depicted Spider with a neural queue plugged into the underwater spirit tree with Kiri. Full disclaimer, it’s entirely possible these are scrapped ideas and will not be seen in the Avatar franchise, but for the sake of this hypothesis, let’s assume they’re legit. I’ve seen a lot of people asking the question of HOW would this happen, but I haven’t seen anybody asking an equally important question: WHY? I’m very interested in the HOW and maybe I’ll make a discussion post on it later, but for my hypothesis let’s just talk about the WHY. Even though Kiri claimed responsibility for it, I don’t think this is something she could do without the help of Eywa, since Na’vi aren’t established to have the ability to radically alter other organisms. So why would Eywa want to give a human kid the ability to breathe the Pandoran air? Sure, he’s Kiri’s friend, but Eywa has never intervened to save an individual’s life just because people cared about them before (otherwise we’d still have Neteyam RIP). As Neytiri said, “The Great Mother protects the balance of life.” Eywa did not intervene to stop the destructive mining or protect the Sarentu, she only intervened AFTER Grace’s memories showed her that the RDA could potentially cause planet-wide destruction like on earth. So if she gave Spider this life-saving ability, there must be a bigger reason for it other than just Kiri wanting him to survive. My hypothesis is that Eywa has realized what a massive threat the humans pose to Pandora, and that her immune system response is insufficient to protect her biosphere. Her solution is to behave like a virus and weaponize the humans against themselves. When a virus infects a healthy organism, it “hacks” into healthy cells and reprograms them to attack uninfected cells and produce more viruses. Eywa will “hack” Spider’s biology the same way she “hacked” into Grace’s nervous system to interface with her, and will “reprogram” him to breathe the air and have a neural queue. Spider is already loyal to the Na’vi, so she doesn’t need to do anything further to him, but what if she repeated the process with other humans? Any human who gained a neural queue would be able to experience tsaheylu and the connection between all living things. Humans who are already loyal to Eywa would be able to fight back better with their new abilities, and it would give Eywa more access to more memories to gain a better understanding of the enemy. Humans who are loyal to the RDA would be more inclined to switch sides after experiencing Eywa’s consciousness, much like Jake did. I’m aware this final theory is a bit more out there than the others, but it spawned from me trying to answer the question of WHY would Spider get the ability to breathe the air and I felt like there had to be a bigger reason than just Kiri wanting to save him. Unlike Kiri, there’s not some special significance about Spider (other than his connection to Quaritch, but I don’t think Eywa would care about that) that would make him vital to the fight against the RDA, so I thought, what if he’s not special, he just happened to be the first piece of a much larger plan? And the result is this theory.
What do you think of my theories and do you guys have any of your own to share?
TLDR: Eywa is really cool, and in the future I think she could possibly defeat the RDA by unleashing a deadly virus, giving Kiri special powers, or "converting" Spider and other humans.
I haven’t watched way of water yet but idgaf Jake been fine since the first movie there’s also no plot so don’t question anything pls & thank u
Summary: Jake loves how small you are.
Warning: mentions of blood, p n v, rough sex, major size kink, tummy bulge, daddy kink, Jake has a big ass monster cock, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, fisting (?), spit kink, degradation/praise, squirting, creampie, dom! Jake, sub! Reader
“you’re hurt!”
It’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth when Jake appears in front of you in the laboratory. A concerned look is etched across your face, as you look down at the na’vi’s bloody palm. The lab is empty, besides you and him; it’s late, and you decided to stay a few extra hours.
He chuckles at your reaction, taking a seat on the tile floor. He’s too big to fit anywhere else in the room.
“I’m okay, honey. It’s just a little scratch,” he assures, as you move over to grab a first aid kit. You roll your eyes, grabbing the red box anyway and sitting down beside him to patch up his wound.
“Then why did you come here?” You ask teasingly.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he sighs, mockingly. “Maybe to see my favorite girl.”
You flush, heat rising to your cheeks at his words. And when you begin to wipe away the dried blood with a alcoholic wipe, you begin to speak.
“So how is it? On pandora, I mean.”
Jake hisses at the feeling of the wipe running over his wound. But then he sighs dreamily, tilting his head back. “It’s…wow. It’s great.”
You nod, happy that he’s doing good and liking his new life.
After a moment of silence, you look up at him through fluttering lashes.
“I missed you.”
He looks at you longingly, a soft smile forming on his face.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.”
You bring out a tube of antiseptic and apply it to his hand. It’s not that bad of a cut, just enough to draw a bit of blood. You grab a bandage and wrap it around his palm. His hand is so big that it takes a good chunk of the covering out of the kit.
Jake smiles when you’re done, and when you look up at him his eyes flicker.
“Kiss it better for me?”
His voice is soft, and questionable. You bite your lip, and grab his hand in yours. His blue skin is warm and inviting.
Your lips come down to kiss the bandaged cut. Soft, and you breathe against his skin as you do it longer than you should. When you pull away Jake’s opposite hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face.
“You’re so tiny. Do you know that?“
The statement catches you off guard, and you frown.
“Is that bad?”
“Not at all.” he states softly. His hand strokes your cheek in slow circles. “I think it’s perfect.”
You and Jake have had intimate moments like this. Moments before he even became na’vi, when he worked with you and became your close friend. And there was always someone to interrupt that moment.
There isn’t now, though.
And so Jake moves you closer. His hands grab your arms. He’s gentle, as to not disturb his wound. And he pulls you onto his large thighs. You gasp, your legs moving onto either side of his, and it’s hard to do, really. He’s so wide in comparison to you that it causes a mild burning stretch in your groin. He moves closer, his lips warm against your ear.
“Do you feel how big I am?”
You shiver, beginning to squirm in his lap. As he pulls you to his chest.
“W-What?”
“I said..”
He grabs your hand, a small growl emitting from his throat. And, without warning, places your fingertips against his covered crotch.
“Do you feel how big I am?”
A small squeak spills from your lips when he commits the action. His bulge is big. Huge, even. You don’t know how he manages to cover it up with that thin piece of fabric.
“Yes.” You breathe out. His eyes are locked onto yours with a burning and intense desire.
“Kiss me.” He demands.
You obey him instantly, moving up to him and crashing your mouth onto his. You’re desperate, hands moving up to his brunette locks and give them a harsh tug. Jake groans, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. He tastes sweet, and his sharp canines scrape against your bottom lip. When he pulls away, it’s because you’re grinding down onto him and making him throw his head back in pleasure.
“Sweetheart..” he moans out.
“You’re so big,” you say, whiny and breathless. “I want you inside me, sir. Want you to be my first.”
“Goddamn, sweet girl. Are you sure you can take it?”
“I’ll take is so well for you, daddy.” You’re moving down to pull the loin cloth off of his dick. As expected, he’s enormous. Bigger than any human could ever possibly be. Fifteen inches and blue, with a slight curve and a long thick vein going right down the middle. The mushroomed tip of him is drenched in sticky liquid. Your mouth waters, as you go to stick your mouth to his girthy length. Licking a stripe up the vein, your eyes roll back when your tongue runs over a string of precum. He tastes divine.
“Good girl,” Jake praises, when you begin to kiss his tip. “Good fuckin’ girl..”
You whimper, and open your mouth wide. He’s too thick to even stick inside your mouth. You make a sound of disapproval at this realization, but that’s quickly forgotten when he’s grabbing your hair, fastening it into a ponytail, and telling you to spit on him. You do, leaving a wet puddle of drool on him. And then he holds you still and begins to hump your face. Your spit rubs against your own skin, and when his balls come in contact with your face your rubbing your open mouth on them desperately.
“Wetting that cock so good, baby, keep doing that. Gotta get you ready so I can stretch out that tight little cunt.”
The thought of his cock cramming itself inside you and stretching you beyond your limits makes you mewl, and although you should be scared to fuck such a big cock, you aren’t. The only thing you can think about is your needy hole being filled with Jake’s hot cum. You pull off of his balls with a pop, looking up at him with pretty Bambi eyes.
“Can you use your fingers on me, daddy?”
“Yeah, honey, yeah,” Jake murmurs. He’s overwhelmed, his face and neck incredibly hot. He brings his own hand to his cock, to relieve the ache of wanting to pummel you until your pussy breaks. “Shit, take that skirt off and lay down.”
You do, unzipping the pink fabric and pushing it, along with your underwear, down. Your pussy is swollen and aching, and when you lay down on the floor Jake pulls you toward him. He grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart. And when your dripping cunt is revealed to him, he has to stop himself from shoving into you. Your pussy is red, clit swollen and juices trailing down your ass. The curly hair at the top of your snatch is almost adorable. And when Jake watches your little hole clench around nothing, he growls.
“Fuckin’ perfect. A human man wouldn’t know what to do with this little virgin pussy. Would he?”
You shake your head, watching as his index finger runs a stripe up your slit. You squirm, feeling his fingertip begin to sink into your hole. He gets to the first knuckle, and pauses. You furrow your brows in confusion, beginning to whine. He chuckles when he feels you clench around his finger.
“Needy? Haven’t even put a whole finger in and you’re all fucked out.”
“Please, daddy. I need it s’ bad.”
Your begging seems to work, because then he’s sinking it all the way in. And then, without warning, he shoves his middle finger inside of you, too. You cry out, the stretch something you aren’t even used to with your own fingers, let alone his. Wet gushing sounds emit from you when Jake begins to speed up his pace.
“Slutty girl. Look at you, dripping around my fingers, aren’t you? Yeah, fuck that pussy on my fingers, you pathetic slut.”
You mewl, your hips chasing that delicious friction of his fingers rubbing your inner walls. He attempts to squeeze his ring finger in, and when it pops tightly into your stretched hole you gasp out.
“Too much..” you mumble, your eyes shut and tongue lolling out.
“And you say you can take me? Baby, this is only three fingers. I might need to put my whole hand in here to make it fit.”
“Oh, god.” You say. “Jake..”
“I know.” His pinkie ghosts over the rim of your hole. “Think you can fit this in there?”
“I.. I don’t know..”
“It’s okay, sweetness. We’ll make it fit. Won’t we?”
You nod, dazed and confused, your pussy hurting from how good being stretched beyond your limit feels. The tip of Jake’s pinky slips in, and the tight fit feels incredibly snug. But you relax anyway, and it slips in with ease.
You huff, trying to calm yourself down as you drip all over the floor. His thumb is the only finger that isn’t in, and with skill he begins to rub your clit in slow circles.
“Daddy..” you slur. You can feel your orgasm drawing closer, Jake not even moving his fingers inside you but you still quake around the digits. He makes one small thrust into you. He massages a part of your walls that has you fucking into his hand. He smiles as he watches you become desperate for him. And without warning he begins to finger fuck you. Your wetness splashes all around your thighs and onto his wrist, and you a throaty moan pours from your throat. Your walls accommodate to his fingers quickly, and in no time your gaping snatch is being brutally manhandled by his strong hands.
Your eyes roll back, and as he massages your clit your hips surge up and you cum all over his fingers.
Jake grins, a proud smile on his face as you squeeze around him.
“Such a good little girl. That’s it, that’s it, honey.”
When you come down from your orgasm, your head spins from the high of it all. He slowly pulls his fingers out. When you’re empty you can feel your pussy gaping.
You haven’t even got to his cock yet. That’s what goes through your head, as you look at his incredibly large length resting against his stomach. It’s going to destroy you.
This is when you begin to get nervous. Can a vagina even handle that big of a length? It can give birth to babies though, right? So it should be okay..
You’re supposed to be a scientist, but you don’t know.
Jake’s hand on your cheek brings your attention back. It seems you’ve zoned out.
“Stay with me, baby.”
You nod, your hand covering his as you kiss his thumb sweetly.
“‘M here, Jake. I-“ his thumb is brushing over your lip, now, and it makes your head spin. “-I want you so bad.”
“Yeah?”
Your lips wrap around his thumb with ease, and you suckle gently. He groans, his body climbing in between your spread legs. His tip taps your clit, and your legs shake from the stimulation of your overly sensitive button.
“Spread this little pussy for me.” Jake says gruffly.
A whine emits from your throat as your fingers move down and open your lips up for him. His cock rubs up against your slit, and he moves forward to push himself into you.
It’s only the tip, but it still pains you. He leans forward, a grunt leaving his lips as his hands go to the sides of your head. He pushes in a bit more, and you gasp in shock; his girth is the worst (and best) part of it all.
“Daddy.. s’big!” You cry out. “Feels..”
You don’t know how it feels. All you know is that he’s throbbing and spilling warm ropes of precum into your sweet cunt, a burn starting in your pussy because of the stretch. He leans down to your ear, pressing a kiss behind it.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl. Take that dick, bitch.”
His voice is a low whisper, and his roughness surprises you. You definitely don’t hate it, though. And when he pushes into you another few inches, your eyes roll back and tears fill your eyes from the pleasure and pain. You don’t know what’s overtaken Jake, but he’s growling low in your ear as he takes your cunt with all he has.
“Filthy little size queen..” he moans, feeling your tight heat as it wraps around him. “All your good for is being my little cocksleeve. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, oh my god!” Your legs quiver. He chuckles, darkly.
“I’m halfway in.” He states. “Surprised you haven’t split yet.”
He says it so easily, as if he isn’t literally risking your life right now. His gentleness from earlier is gone, now.
“Wouldn’t mind if I did..” you mumble quietly.
He scoffs, amused. “What was that?”
His cock pushes further in. You groan, looking down at watching in awe as your pussy lips stretch obscenely around him.
You yelp when his hand comes down to spank your tits.
“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me. What did you say?” He demands.
“I said I wouldn’t mind if I did!” You repeat, a small moan mixing with your words. “Put it all the way in, daddy, break me, please!”
His eyes turn a shade darker as he bares his fangs at you. “Yeah? You want it all the way? Huh?”
His cock is forcing its way inside you, and he has no mercy as he pushes his dick inside your tight heat. You sob, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks, as he forces your cunt to adjust to him.
“Little pussy’s choking me, fuck.”
You can tell that even now he’s trying to hold himself back a bit longer so he doesn’t actually hurt you.
He pauses at a certain point. It’s like he can practically feel your cervix stopping his cock from entering any further. You’ve taken about twelve inches of his him, and he’s kissing the squishy wall at the very end of your gummy walls. It’s not necessarily a pleasant feeling, but your neediness makes it barely noticeable.
And when Jake looks down, a strangled moan comes out of him. Because there, in that space just below your tummy, the outline of his cock rests inside of you.
“Oh my god…”
He pulls out a few inches, and then presses himself back into that same spot. You whimper, the feeling of him throbbing inside of you igniting a fire in your belly.
Or maybe it’s his cock.
He grabs your throat in a tight grip as he directs your head to look down at the outline of skin that his cock rests under. “See how deep I am, angel?”
“It’s so much..”
“I know. It feels good getting used, doesn’t it? Little girl likes her hole being filled?”
You don’t even aknowledge what he says, just trying to take more even though it hurts. “Fuck me!”
“Patience.” Jake quips, as he pulls out until only the tip is left in you. And then he slams forward, hard and rough, and the sound you let out is almost animalistic. It hurts, but it hurts so damn good.
He begins to pummel your walls, no mercy as his thrusts quicken second by second. He grabs your ankles with his hands and practically bends you in half to watch your ass clench and your needy pussy get torn open by him. When he sees that blood is coating is cock, he begins to growl again.
“Fuckin’ pussy is bleeding. Slutty fucking hole can’t take daddy’s dick, can it?”
“I c-can, sir.”
It’s not true, and you both know it. But the look in your eyes makes Jake not be able to stop. You look too delicious, too fucked out and filthy, for him to stop ramming himself into you. He brings his fingers down to your clit, begins to toy with it, and you sob as your orgasm draws closer.
“Daddy! Pleasepleaseplease..” is all you can say as your high crashes over you and your wetness gushes all around him. He moans, watching your squirt land on his thighs and soak his fingers.
“Good little bitch.” He huffs out. You can tell he’s close, too. His hips are stuttering and his eyes are shut tightly as welcoming cunt takes him.
“Cum inside me, daddy,” you slur. “Fill me up with your hot cum. Need it s’bad..”
“Shit!” His hips still, and your eyes widen as you feel his hot cum squirting against your bruised cervix. His cock pulses as he releases his sticky seed inside your womb. When he stills, your breathing slows and you gently grasp his shoulders. He pulls out, hesitantly, and you let out a small cry when you feel your hole gape around nothing. He notices your shaking thighs.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
You nod, satisfied and happy at what just occurred. Jake brings a kiss to your forehead, and you fall asleep right there on the floor, fucked out and dreamy.
When you wake up, Jake is still there, holding you in his arms as he sleeps, too. He never left.
Warnings: Hozier x fem!reader, smut, oral fem!receiving, face sitting, PIV sex, no explicit mention of a condom, slightly subby but not completely subby Andrew, yearning, begging, make-up sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, ✨eye contact✨,general filth, smut with plot, smut under the cut, fluff, after care
The way Andrew was looking up at you was intoxicating. The look in his eyes was nothing sort of pleading and the way he looked kneeling before you was similar to how one would kneel before an altar to a Devine goddess.
The way he admired you was nothing short of utter worship, like he was in awe of your very presence.
His hands were tight around your waist, wandering a little bit, but staying firmly in a place that you could only describe as utterly respectful, like he was scared to go to far in fear that you would disappear.
He continued kissing the band of exposed skin between your waistband and the hem of your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours for a second. He was wordlessly pleading for your approval in taking this farther.
“Use your words.” It slips out before you can even fully form the thought or process what you’ve just said. Judging by the subtle excitement that touched his gaze though, he approved.
It was an interesting thought, you had never seen the side of him that even slightly hinted to him being into relinquishing control like this. Usually the begging was a job reserved almost exclusively for you. You were unsure of how exactly this would play out.
“Please may I touch you?” His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you a bit closer to him, his kisses lingering a bit longer against your mid drift. “Please.” The look in his eyes made you think he might cry if you said no.
You move one of your hands to the bottom of his chin, picking his head up and leading him back up to his feet in front of you. He towered over you, looking down, his eyes searching for any sign that you were still upset with him or that he was going too far. “You may.” You stand up on your toes to place soft kisses across his jaw line. The satisfied, happy sigh that leaves him pulls at your heart and gives you the confidence to keep going. “Don’t you think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself though?”
You chuckle against his neck, the breath wafting across his skin makes him tense a little bit, a shiver running down his spine.
You pull away to look up at him expectantly, refusing to make the first move even as your hands make their way to his shirt, gripping it tightly, keeping him impossibly close to you. He leans down, clearly intending to press his lips to yours, but is met with your hand between the two of you, stopping him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. We ask first.”
“Can I kiss you?” One of his hand makes it’s way too your face and he runs his thumb back and fourth over your cheek. “Please, darling, I’ve missed the feeling of your lips terribly.” His other hand comes to your face as well, holding you in a way that feels so comforting. He’s still pleading with his eyes, they’re so intense looking into yours. His eyebrows are furrowed in desperation and lips are slightly opened, his eyes frantically searching your face, darting back and fourth between your eye a your lips.
In lieu of a verbal response, you nod and pull him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his waist.
He wastes no time pressing his lips to yours, the kiss is soft, full of love, but not lacking urgency. He always kissed you as if he was suffocating and you were his boy source of oxygen left on earth, not only wanting you, but needing you.
Without parting from him, you gently usher him back toward the bed, and only once the back of his knees hit the mattress do you separate your lips from his, gently pushing him down onto the bed.
His smile while looking up at you showed nothing but pure adoration. “You are Devine my love, may I?” His hands were at the hem of your shirt, pulling desperately at the fabric. “I’d like to worship you properly if is all the same to you.”
“Yes, darling, go ahead” you silently thanked yourself for not wearing a bra to bed as he lifted the clothing over your head, revealing your upper half to him. As he looks over your body, he’s grinning like a little kid in a candy store, his mouth practically watering, thinking of all the ways he’d like to devour every inch of you. And you’d like him to. If it were up to you, not a single inch of your body would be untouched by his hands, his mouth, him.
His lips are back on you, exploring your torso, gently nipping at the skin on your stomach, making his way up to the valley between your breasts. Your hands move to tangle into his hair, pulling gently, just enough to elicit a small, sweet sound of satisfaction from between his lips.
His head moves slightly to attend to your left nipple while his hand makes its way over your right.
The feeling of his hands and mouth on you was nothing short blissful. You had always been fully aware of just how generous of a lover Andrew was, always getting pleasure from giving you yours, but this moment took the cake.
You weren’t sure if it was the months apart, waiting for his return, yearning to be in his presence, longing just to be near him, but in this moment, his touch had never felt so good. He was intoxicating, like a drug made specifically with you in mind, sent from whatever gods that were out there with the sole purpose of ruining you.
Before you knew it you were straddling him, his mouth moving on to focus on your neck, your jawline, behind your ears, coaxing sounds from you which, if you were in your right mind, would embarrass you terribly.
He lifts his head to meet his lips to yours again, this time a bit rougher, hungrier. “Please,” another kiss. “Can I,” and another. “I need to taste you.”
He pulls you with him as he lays himself down, your position above him moving farther up, close to his chest now, with his hands on your hips urging you higher.
The thought crosses through your mind that as enjoyable as this idea seems, you may kill him if you try it. “Andrew, I really don’t want you suffocating between my thighs.” You laugh and place a kiss on his forehead. “As tempting as that sounds, I’ve grown rather fond of you.”
“Well in the event that such a thing happens, you can tell everyone that I died doing what I love.” He lets out a breathy laugh, continuing his attempts at pulling you forward. “You know I love nothing more than to please you, wont you please let me do what I love?”
Your hands meet his at your waist to assist in removing the final layers of clothing between the two of you. “Okay, but tap my thighs twice if I kill you alright?” You mutter quietly as you let him guide you until you’re hovering over his face.
He begins his worship at your inner thighs, kissing and nipping and sucking at the soft skin, moving back and fourth between the two of them so as not to give unfair attention or show favoritism between the two.
His breath is hot against your skin, awakening every nerve ending in your body, you swear you could feel his touch through every fiber of your being from the tips of your toes to the ends of the hair on your head. Every touch drew you closer into him, from the work his lips were doing on your thighs to his bruisingly tight grip holding you there.
He lets out a very frustrated sigh. “Darling, please, Im not made of glass.” And you’re suddenly being pulled down onto his face.
The sensation, while familiar is strange (though not unwelcome) considering the change in orientation. His tongue dancing, exploring every crevice of you drove you up the wall. “Fuck, Andrew.”
He made a point out of teasing you every time. He stubbornly refused to give you what he knew you wanted right away, claiming the anticipation is what made everything all that much better when he makes you cum. You couldn’t argue of course, he was right, but it never made it any less frustrating when he teased you the way he did.
Absentmindedly, you begin the rock your hips back and forth over top of him, trying to move yourself to a position to get what you wanted. You weren’t quite expecting the deep groan, guttural, sound that bordered on a feral growl that that came from him as a response to your actions.
The vibrations it sent through your core elicited a similar sound from you, and then a string of moans and curses which you weren’t sure were completely coherent when his tongue moved to where you so desperately wanted his attention.
Your body moved on its own accord. Your hips snapping forward against his face repeatedly, your legs were shaking in a manner that you could only describe as violent.
The waves of pleasure running through you becoming more and more intense with every satisfied hum and groan from him, sending shockwaves through your entire body.
His name was falling off your lips repeatedly alongside every curse your barely functioning brain could think of.
You were positive that he had never been this enthusiastic about giving before, which was saying something, because there truly was nothing he got more excited about than going down on you, but even then he had never gotten this into it.
Before you knew it you were coming undone, squirming desperately against him as he held you there and continued his wicked pursuit of your pleasure, lapping up every ounce of your orgasm that now covered your thighs.
He wasn’t giving you any sort of break to recover, keeping his attention solely focused on the bundle of nerves between your thighs, which was growing increasingly sensitive by the second.
Your vision was blurry and your legs were numb, barely able to hold up your weight. “Andrew, I-” your voice sounded far away, as if it didn’t even belong to you as you reached your second orgasm, less than a minute after your first, and yet he still kept going. “Fuck, too sensitive, Jesus!” You desperately pushed yourself away from him, fighting against his grip on the back of your thighs.
You feel him smirk against you as he releases you to climb off of him. Your head hits the pillow behind you and you let out another breathy moan, riding out the rest of your orgasm with Andrew sitting between your thighs which are still spread open, watching you still shaking and moaning, even twitching occasionally. “You’re so beautiful.” He’s staring in awe at you, baffled by the sight before him. “Can I please keep going? Just one more?” He smiles down at you, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.
You nod wordlessly. You’re positive that if you tried to speak you’d be completely incoherent. He chuckles quietly. He absolutely loved seeing you this way, your mind completely blank, entirely fucked out and still wanting more of him. You were utterly obsessed with each other, and in this moment nothing could take away from that.
He waits patiently for you to come down, not wanting to completely overwhelm you (that could wait). While he’s waiting, he takes the time to remove his own clothes, which in all the excitement had surprisingly been left completely untouched.
Once you give the okay, he’s back to work between your thighs, this time using not only his mouth but also his fingers.
By this point you were spent. You couldn’t think clearly, you doubted your ability to speak even, you were convinced that this was the most high you had ever been off of him, or anything for that matter.
The feeling of him between your legs was the only thing you could imagine ever thinking about again in that moment. He knew every inch of you like the back of his hand, it was as if he had known you all his life, like you were the only lover he had ever known or would ever know. The only word you would ever be able to describe him with was ecstasy.
The world outside of this room didn’t exist in that moment it was like the stars the moon and all of the planets orbited around the two of you.
You continued letting out moan after broken moan, bordering on screams as his fingers curled inside of you, working together with his tongue to make you cum in record time, it had gotten to the point where the line between pleasure and pain was almost completely blurred and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
When he removed his head from between your thighs, you found yourself aching for him to come back. The wicked smile across his lips told you that of course he would, and surely enough, before you knew it his lips were back on yours.
You could taste yourself on his lips, slightly salty, but the taste doesn’t completely cover the sweetness in his usual taste.
When he pulls away his eyes are almost entirely dilated and his breathing if heavy. “My god, please let me fuck you, I need you so bad.” His tone is pleading, almost a whimper. You nod quickly, hands moving to his face in an attempt to pull him back to you, desperate for any contact you can get. “I need you so say it. Tell me that I can make love to you. Please.”
“Yes, Andrew, fuck-” you pull his face down to yours and kiss him hard, theres passion and hunger behind it. “I have been waiting for months, missing you for months, please.”
You both moan in unison as he presses into you. You cant help but look into his eyes as he does so, the way he looked at you, marveled at you, worshipped you made you wish this moment would never end. The way your bodies entwine is utterly enchanting, it’s enough to make you forget where your body ends and his begins.
Before Andrew you had never really seen sex as something as intimate as it was with him. Of course exposing yourself to someone and having that vulnerability with another human was always intimate, but never before him did you feel like it was something that inextricably intertwined two people, body, mind and soul.
Sex with Andrew felt akin to pouring your heart out to him and laying the deepest, darkest, most shameful parts of yourself out in front of him without fear of judgement because he would always accept you as you were. Only with him did you finally understand the term “make love”. He loved you unconditionally and you loved him with equal devotion.
You could feel yourself coming to yet another orgasm at the same time that his thrusts started to become sloppy, more rushed, and ever so eager to reach his own high.
It was crazy to you, the way your bodies were always in sync like that. You knew all too well how much of a rarity it was for two people to finish together in most relationships (truth be told, in your experience, it was a rarity to finish at all with anyone else) but it had never once been an issue for the two of you and tonight was no exception.
As that familiar wave of ecstasy washed over both of you, your bodies tensing and then relaxing all in complete synchronization. You swore it was like magic.
You let out a small moan as he pulls away from you, lying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. His scent was so familiar, he smelled like home, like your future, like the two of you sitting on the porch of your home together, old and gray, watching your grandchildren play in the front yard. The thought honestly made you want to cry given the circumstances, but you found yourself just being happy enough to be with him for now. The talk about where the two of you stand could wait until the morning.
“So am I forgiven or am I gonna have to ravish you again in the morning?” He chuckles into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
“You’re forgiven, but Im open to the idea.” You look up at him, smiling. His gaze was so soft, full of adoration and wonder.
“Great, because I was planning on it either way.” His smile widens and the two of you laugh. You missed this.
Being in his presence was a comfort that you would never take for granted ever again. He instantly put you at ease, made you feel relaxed like you had never felt otherwise.
You found yourself drifting off to sleep, barely still conscious enough to hear him mutter “I love you” as your sleep overcame you.
I got carried away so its a bit long, hope this was as fun to read as it was to write, I’ll hopefully update again tomorrow maybe, but I make no promises
⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: tail play, tension, making out, age difference, alien biology, dirty talk, a/b/o dynamics
"It's a tail."
"Correct."
"I- I have a tail. I really have tail, oh my god!"
"Yeah, you do, kid."
It wagged and curled ever so slightly when you lifted up your shirt to get a better look at what you had to deal with now. It hung over your skimpy shorts and started where your tailbone would be. Fascinating. Not that this was your first time seeing a tail on a na‘vi or avatar, but still.
"...I'm gonna touch it."
It's just not every day that you wake up with a tail attached to your body, after all. A blue, strangely cat-like, alien body. Your alien body.
"Go for it." Jake crosses his thick arms over his chest as he watches you in amusement, a knowing grin on his lips like he thought about the time he himself had woken up in this strange new body he had to adjust to.
Just as anticipated, your tail was soft. The skin taunt and warm to the touch. But it kept moving, making it harder for you to get ahold of it. The constant wagging and curling and swaying proved to be mildly annoying, actually. You wrapped a hand a few inches above the base; half out of wanting it to stop slipping away, and half because you wanted to see if it'd... pop off. Which you hoped it wouldn't, but you still wanted to satiate your curiosity.
"Okay but don’t–"
And then you gave it a firm tug.
You jolted at the sudden sensation of what felt like lightning shooting up your spine. Your own voice was cut off in your throat, causing you to let out a sort of drawn-out gasp or… more like a moan.
Glancing up at Jake who still stood besides you with a smirk, you quickly straightened up and then attempted to cover up what just happened by letting go of your tail completely.
"You okay, sweetheart?", he huffed out a laugh, cocking his head to the side as you tried to avoid his intense gaze.
"You, uh...", you clear your throat, "You wanna explain what that was?"
"That’s a pleasure spot you just hit", he said, a little to nonchalant for your liking.
"A what?"
You then flinched at the sudden sensation of a hand around your tail. It still felt so strange to have what was essentially a whole other limb on your body, and with it being new and all that, it was more sensitive than you thought when Jake wrapped his big hand around it. A sharp tug made your whole body jolt once again, a similar sensation to having your hair pulled, you noted.
Stars blinked in the corners of your vision for less than a second, before Jake spoke again, his voice having grown a tad deeper and it’s just now that you realize just how close he had gotten to you.
"A pleasure spot, kid", he explains, "It’s supposed to feel good when you tug on it. Helps to get you in position when you’re in heat."
Heat?
Suddenly there’s another tug. Harder this time. Your back arches and you have to bite your lip to try and stop any and all involuntary noises from escaping your mouth.
Jake‘s low, almost seductive chuckle sends goosebumps all over your skin as he traces his fingers up your spine, then back down to give your tail's base a little squeeze. This earns him an array of short gasps, moans and twitches. A deep flush spreads all over your cheeks, up to your ears that had folded back against your head.
"Feel how your back arches?", Jake asks, and suddenly his lips are so close to your ear that you can feel them touching your soft lobe. "That tingly sensation in your spine?"
"Y-Yes, I- hmh", you sputter, voice skipping like a scratched CD. It was hard to get the words out with Jake’s hand stroking up and down your tail, him being entirely too close to you, mixed with that strange sensation radiating off the hand around your tail.
"If I do it again, you‘ll want to spread those pretty legs for me", he whispers, followed by a smug, "See?"
Right on cue, he tugs on your tail again and the feeling almost makes you dizzy. It’s like your body suddenly has a mind of its own, because your knees buckle, your back arches further and your thighs instinctively want to spread, so you balance your weight between your feet and put them just a little wider apart.
A pair of strong hands grab your narrow hips as if you gave the impression you would colllabs any minute, but you’re so far gone in this lustful haze, you’re just glad for some stability. Meanwhile, Jake runs his thumbs up and down your skin, causing you to let out soft hums as your tail sways from side to side.
"F-Fuck", you mutter breathlessly, not yet believing what had just happened. Jake’s hands however don’t stop just there. They wander around your waist, until they’re both on your backside.
Finally free from any hands holding it in place, your tail continues to sway and curl in what seems to be anticipation or nervousness. Having a tail must’ve been the worst if you’re trying to suppress any emotions, you thought, flushing deeper in embarrassment.
"You know", Jake then leans in closer, close enough his chest was tightly pressed against yours, his lips so dangerously close to your own as he spoke, "when they fuck", there’s a pause to let the words sink in, "they often do it on all fours. They tug on their tails to get themselves in deeper."
And then you felt his tongue, warm and wet, swipe across your bottom lip, and like on instinct your mouth opened to welcome him. Your quiet, muffled moans from Jake exploring the inside of your mouth quickly became much, much louder as he slides a hand down your backside and continued to stroke your tail.
"If you wanted this so badly, you shoulda said somethin' sooner", Jake spoke against your kiss swollen lips, his hand keeping still so he'd be able to get a coherent response from you. "Want me to show you how they do it, hm?"
"Y-Yes", you exhale hastily, and if you were in any other state of mind, you’d probably feel embarrassed over how desperate you must’ve sounded to him. "Yes, please."
"Attagirl. Get on your hands and knees then, and I‘ll show you what that pretty tail is good for."
