⋆˚࿔ ℬ𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ྀི @gabbiegabbie24 - Tumblr Blog

May 11

the chase

warnings: TW! dark themes, predator/prey dynamics, rough, PWP, long fic, CNC, pronebone, impact play, chase play, fear play, Frank overpowering reader, angst, scared reader, slight miscommunication, established relationship, kink discovery, home invasion roleplay, slight sub-drop archetype of primal play (no animal play), frank being a consent king.

**IF YOU ARE EVEN SLIGHTLY TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE ABOVE PLEASE DONT READ**

w.c: ~8.5k

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It really was just a regular Sunday, you did the laundry and were putting clothes away, part of your usual Sunday reset if you will. You picked up one of Franks duffles off the closet floor when a piece of black fabric fell out of a side pocket. Balancing the laundry basket on your hip you drop his duffle and pick up the fabric. Holding it up in your hand you inspect it further and realise its a balaclava.. Frank's balaclava.

You weren't stupid, you knew he had certain "extra curricular's" that he didn't want you involved in. Sure they were few and far between now as he tried his best to be on the straight and narrow. Working his construction job, making his way up to site leader. You were so proud of him.

But, there were a few occasions where he got pulled back under by the claws of Hell’s Kitchen. He had an itch that needed scratching and it just seemed to hit the spot, but that’s just the man he was and you loved him anyway. He always kept you away from it though. His precious bright light, he wouldn’t let you get tainted from its filth.

As you stare at the fuzzy material in your hand you can’t help but picture what Frank would look like in it. You’ve seen him in his tac gear before, his tight black long sleeve compression shirt and black tac pants with his combat boots. You’re guessing he always took this off before he walked through the door though.

Curiosity gets the better of you when you bring the mask closer to your face and inhale, remnants of his sweat and something more… metallic flood your nose. The smell along with the image of what Frank would look like with it on brings an unexpected wave of heat deep in your core.

“Baby?” You hear him behind you, pulling you out of your daydream. You jump a little, dropping the balaclava down in the laundry basket “hi, just cleaning up” you say quickly, answering a question he didn’t even ask. “..I can see that” he says slow as his eyes dart down, he inhales sharply as he realises what it is. “Oh.. shit sorry baby I thought I put all that shit away” he says apologetically as he moves forward to take it and put it away.

“Frank-wait” you hold his hand “can-can you” you pause, seemingly losing the little confidence you had in the first place to ask him as your words fizzle out. “What is it?” He asks softer, a little guilty. You hesitate for a second, “Nothing, it’s fine” you reply with a small smile that doesn’t meet your eyes as you turn around to continue tidying, he doesn’t press.

Frank picks the duffle up along with the mask and walks out, feeling a pit of guilt form in his stomach. Taking your words as disappointment in him, disgust at having to see the reminder of his other side. He chucks the duffle in the back of his truck, mentally berating himself. Realistically, he knows you love every single part of him, the good the bad and the ugly (though to you there was no ugly) - you remind him of it everyday with your words and actions. But that nasty voice tries to weasel its way into his mind again “you fucked it up, she cant love this side of you, no one will, you ruin everything you get close to”. He slams the door shut angrily and walks back into the house with his fingers scraping through his hair and a lump in his throat.

You’re in the laundry when he comes back, lost in your thoughts. You keep thinking back to a video you had watched once, long before Frank and how you had come so hard while touching yourself to it. It was a video of a couple the woman being chased by a masked man, he catches her, pins her down and has his way with her… like a game of predator vs prey. It was rough, rougher than what you and Frank had done together, but that was your first foray into the world of primal play. You weren’t sure why your brain was wired this way, and why the thought of Frank doing that to you made you so pathetically wet. You just didn’t know how to say it to him, you didn’t know what he would think of you. So you shoved it down, stayed quiet and continued about your chores.

Once you’re done you make your way into the bedroom to put the empty hamper in the ensuite bathroom. When you walk in you see Frank sitting at the edge of the bed, head hanging low with his elbows resting on his thighs. His hand twitching away as he stares blankly into the floor chest rising and falling as he tries to steady his thoughts.

Worry fills you immediately, you drop the hamper where you are and hurry over to him dropping to your knees. You clasp his twitching hand between yours “Frankie? Hey? baby what happened?” You coo. “Nothin-I just” he exhales sharply, jaw tight. “I’m so sorry sweetheart-I thought I put it away, you know I hate having you around all that shit” he confesses, his eyes still trained on the floor. “Wha-baby it’s okay, don’t worry” you reply trying to cup his face and bring him into your eye line. He moves his head away, unable to look at you “I just, I know - I know you didn’t want any of this-I try but-baby I swear I’m trying. I-I ain’t done any of that shit in months you know that right ?” His words come out frantically. “Woah hey hey, I know baby I know you are-Frankie baby look at me please” you get up on your knees, pushing yourself closer to his chest. Forcing his face up to you, his big sad puppy eyes glassy as they look into yours. “Baby where is this coming from? I-I promise I’m not mad about the mask” you try and reassure him, your eyes darting across each of his making sure he can see the sincerity in your words.

“I saw it on your face sweetheart, when I took it..” he says in a whisper as he looks down again. “Saw what on my face?” You question softly. “You looked” his nose twitches with another sharp inhale before continuing “I don’t know like you were scared of me, fuckin hate that” he sighs. The realisation dawns on you “Frankie… that’s.. that’s not what that was” you reply voice so soft. He looks up at you, confused “what.. what do you mean?”

You stand up “move up” you ask with a sigh as you push at his shoulders. He looks up at you, eyes trying to decipher your face as he moves back on the bed. You straddle him, wrapping your hands around the nape of his neck. Your eyes dart between his, your mouth dry as you swallow trying to find the words.

“I… I wanted to ask you” you say quietly before pausing. His hands find home on your hips “ask me what baby?” He asks you back curious. “I want to see… what you look like, y’know with it on” you say hesitantly, your big doe eyes looking into his.

You see his eyes trying to process as the only word that comes out of him is “why?”. He feels you shrink into yourself a little, before you can shut the thought down he speaks again “with the mask?” He asks again. “..yeah” you reply tentatively, feeling like an idiot. He’s quiet, looking into your eyes searching for an answer to a question you don’t know. The heat of embarrassment creeps up your neck as what you’re saying catches up to you. You try and snake your way out of his grip to get up “God-sorry Frankie just-just forget I said anything okay?” You try and dismiss.

His grip on you tightens, locking you onto him “sweetheart I just - I just need you to explain it okay?” He asks, dipping his head lower to look into your eyes when you try look away. Your hands drop from between your bodies as you play with your thumbs.

“Please baby?” He coos warmly

“I.. I wanna see.. that side of you” you continue. You see him wanting to ask why again so you press on.

“promise you won’t look at me differently?..” you sigh in question.

“sweetheart I would never” he says firm shaking his head.

After a deep breath you continue “a while ago, before you.. I-I saw a video… and I liked it, like-really liked it , but I-I’ve never done it with anyone.. I’ve never even told anyone before you” your chest rising and falling, taking deeper breaths trying to steady your nerves. You feel franks palms running up and down your back in an effort to do the same.

“Okay.. and what was the video?” He asks, genuinely.

“There was, I don’t know a couple I guess. The guy, was wearing a mask… kind of like yours and he was chasing her around I think they were outside somewhere” your explanation pauses when you see Franks eyebrows start to rise up.

Frank was starting to realise what kind of video you were talking about. You see the way his expression is changing, sending a pang of shame straight through your chest. You’re wondering if you should just abort this conversation all together or lie about where this was going.

“And then what happens baby” he says softly urging you to continue

“Then” you sigh, looking down at your hands again “then he catches her” you say before he pauses you. “Keep lookin at me honey” he says sweetly rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You nod, eyes on him, heart pounding and you continue “and he… has his way with her… it was rough Frank.. I don’t know how to explain it, it was like-do you know what primal play is?” you question. "No ?" his eyebrows furrowed a little in confusion. He see's the hesitation on your face "can you explain it to me baby?.. please" he urges. So you do, "I guess it's kind of like role play, theres a few different types I think but that video was more.. I dont know like the girl was being chased as if he was trying to capture her.. like she was being hunted" you explain, tone wavering as you try to read Franks reactions on his face, but he's not giving you much.

"I think it's the lead up you know? like the chase, the adrenaline, the fear, being hunted, being.. I don't know.. forced?" that last word comes out as a whisper. But he catches it, he seems a little taken aback "you want me to? what scare you? and force you to?..what??" he tries to make sense of your words out loud. You feel so stupid "Uhh Frank honestly can we just drop it" you plead "No I just, baby I'm just trying to understand it" he replies with is hands tightening again trying to keep you where you are "would you.. would you get hurt?" he asks cautiously, the walls starting to come up. "Maybe a little? but its kind of like what we've already done, just a little more maybe? but theres safewords and things we agree on before and I.. I trust you frankie, I know you wouldn't actually hurt me, if I didn't I wouldn't even be telling you about this.." You reassure him, your hands coming back up to cup his face.

"Can you tell me what it is that you like about it?" he questions, more serious now. "I think it's the, lack of control.. being tied down and overpowered?" you explain "I mean I know you're stronger than me Frankie trust me" you try and laugh off before continuing "but it's different if it feels like.. like you're not going to let up even if I'm trying to fight out of it?" you sheepishly explain as Frank tried to keep his face still but you swear you feel a twitch where you’re straddled onto him. "But it's also, I guess what I said before about the adrenaline, and feeling like i'm being hunted?.. I don't know baby it's hard for me to explain what I like about it if I haven't actually done it myself" you say getting a little frustrated with yourself and your incoherent explanations.

He's quiet, his eyes darting around each of your features taking in your words. "Can you give me a bit to think about it baby?" he asks after a few moments of silence. "oh..okay, sure" you reply voice a little smaller, god you're an idiot - why would you even bring this up. He hates showing you this side of him, you know how much he tries to shield you from that version of him and here you are asking him to play that role for you just so you can, what? have an orgasm - stupid stupid girl.

He pulls you out of your head with a squeeze of your hips "hey.. this isnt me saying no honey, just.. just let me read up on it okay? you know I can't hurt you I just... y'know I would do anything for you yeah? but if we do this, I need to do it right yeah?" he looks into you with his deep brown pleading eyes. "Okay baby.. thank you" you reply with a small smile. You start to move to get off him before he pulls you back down "Hey..." he grabs your face "thank you for tellin' me baby" he says softly before giving you a kiss.

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The next day, Frank comes home a little earlier than usual. You're still at work so he takes this time to make himself a coffee and start researching. On his phone with his big fingers he’s typing away - reading up on all the different types of primal play archetypes and fear play. How to do it safely, the different scenarios - then his mind wanders back to what you said about a video.. that you liked.

You're at work when you're phone screen lights up with a notification

Frankie ❤️

baby, can you show me the video?

you know instantly what he's referring to, you look around you before heading to the bathrooms. You haven't watched it in quite a while but you try and search for it anyway. Your first few searches come up a bust. So you try a few more details and see a familiar looking thumbnail. You suck in a deep breath before sending it to him. You don't even know what else to write so you just send the link.

You

[link attached]

a few minutes later he see's the notification on the top of his phone screen as he reads through another article about it.

Frankie ❤️

Thank you honey, see you when you get home x

Frank clicks the link, it opens up the video and he presses play. The video starts with a woman, clothed as she runs through the woods a masked man chasing behind her. He watches the entirety of the video, how she gets slapped around..and more.. you weren't lying when you said it was rough. He tries to dismiss the way his cock stirs a little at the thought of you like this, the hunt, the way you would look submitting to him, how he would have his way with you. He’d seen glimpses of it when the two of you have sex but nothing like the video.

He knew you liked it a little rougher sometimes though, he could tell - it was in the way your walls would squeeze his cock tighter when his grip would get firmer around your neck. The way you’d smile with tears running down your face when he would slap your pussy harshly in between roughly shoving his fingers in your hole, nodding dumbly when he would ask you if you were his perfect little slut. And the way you would moan louder and come within seconds when he pinned your limbs down with his big hands and thighs.

It honestly had taken a lot of reassurance on your part for him to be rougher with you, at first he was so apprehensive - the thought of hurting you was so hard even when you quite literally would beg for it. But, he would never fail to notice the way he would get that little bit more hard at the way you seemed so sweet to everyone else in the world, and you were. But there was this side to you, one that only he got to see. The version of you that felt safe enough with him to show him, and that, that he loved.

So he continued his research, he got to a part about subspace and sub drops and that honestly took up the majority of his research time. If there was a chance this would happen to you after doing this he would be damned if he didn't know how to take care of you during it.

Almost two hours pass like that with Frank planted on the couch, deep in his phone, his coffee long forgotten by his side. He sighs as he chucks his phone beside him and gets up. He has a few more hours before you'll be home so he grabs his keys and heads out to the shops.

In his research he had compiled a mental list of all the things that might come in useful before, during and after. He buys all your favourite foods, teas, some essential oils and bath oils. He also gets you a new soft heated blanket and a new pair of shoes.. just because he thinks you would look nice in them.

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You're already home by the time he gets back. He walks through the door and see's your bag on the countertop and hears the shower going. He busies himself in the kitchen, starting on a dinner - he's decided this week he'll make an extra effort of making sure you're eating nutritious meals - he read something about how its important in the lead up for recovery.

Once you’re done with your shower and start to make your way down the hall the smell of sauteed onions, garlic and spices fill your nose. You smirk a little at the fact that Frank's cooking. "What’s cooking chef?” You chirp up behind him. “It’s almost done, go relax” he laughs “smells good baby” you smile, giving him a kiss behind his shoulder and make your way over to the couch trying to ignore the heaviness of all that’s unsaid in the room.

A few minutes later he walks over, two plates in hand and sits down. He hands one over to you, you take it from him and place it in your lap. You look up at him “did you watch it?” You ask shyly. He nudges your knee with his own “finish your food, we’ll talk about it after baby” he smiles looking over at you.

After you’re done washing up you awkwardly stand around, not really knowing what to do next. Frank calls you over to the couch “c’mere sweetheart”. You walk over and plop down next to him, he turns the TV off to face you grabbing your legs and draping it over his thighs you scoot closer.

“I watched it” he says, not giving much away with his tone “that what you like?” He asks with a hint of something other than curiosity in his tone. “I think so.. with you, I would” you reply as his hands rub up and down your leg. “How would you want it to happen?” He asks softer. Your breath hitches a little as you shift into him a little more. “I-I don’t know” your mind goes blank, of all the times you have thought about this you finally were here with a man you love and trust and the opportunity to explore this but your mind draws a blank.

“I’m gonna need specifics baby” he presses. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, Franks eyes still trained on you. “Maybe.. this time, for the first time, we stay inside the house?” You open your eyes and see his eyes on you “okay, inside the house” he agrees. “What if we.. pretended that you’re breaking in? And then.. and I try and run… and then whatever happens after that.. happens?” You say tentatively, not even realising the way your thighs are squeezing together and your breath hitching as you speak, but Frank does…

He’s quiet for a bit, contemplating. “I was reading on it, said people use colours.. green for keep going, red for stop… can we do that please?” He asks you, his hand continuing up and down your leg, your heart swells imagining Frank sitting here doing his own research. “Okay baby” you smile kissing his hand “we can use blue for slow down also” you add. “Alright, green, blue and red” he huffs nodding his head.

“And.. are you-you okay with, y’know how it was in the video?” You ask him. He looks into your eyes before replying “that how you want it?” He asks “if you’re okay with that?” He just hums in response to you “even if I try and fight you?” You ask further “I can take it baby, I’ll be okay” he smiles. After a moment he pulls you fully onto his lap both of his arms wrapping around your waist as one of your arms hook around the back of his neck. “You have to promise me baby that the second it gets too much you’ll stop it, you’ll tell me yeah? I don’t give a shit how it is for me but the second it gets too much you say the word?” He demands with a seriousness thicker than before “I promise Frankie, and for you too okay? This isn’t just about me. I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do” you say gently running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah okay baby” he says smiling, kissing your temple.

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The next few days are pretty run of the mill. You’re both going about your usual routine, work, dinner, cozy couch sessions, a few softer love making sessions. But you notice how Frank is a little more gentle with you, making sure you’re eating right through the week, telling you how much he loves you. Which for Frank - being more of an actions over words kind of guy - you noticed (you weren’t complaining though).

Come Friday, end of the week you’re home before Frank. You kick off your shoes, pour yourself a little glass of white because why the heck not before you head for the shower. Your mid way through making dinner when your phone pings

Frankie ❤️ 6:53 PM

gonna be late sweetheart I’m sorry, just helping Curt with a few things - will be a while. Don’t wait up x

You 6:54 PM

Okay Frankie, I’ll put your dinner in the fridge if you want it when you get back. Love you 😘

You can’t help the little frown that forms, there go your plans to laze on Franks lap for the night. But alas, here you are - you enjoy your own company so you make the most of your “me-time”. Finishing dinner you set aside Franks portion and pop it in the fridge. Heading down to the couch with your plate and wine glass you chuck on your corniest romcom and enjoy your night, though missing the frustrated comments Frank normally makes at the protagonists questionable life choices.

You don’t even notice you dozed off when you wake up to rolling credits. You rub your eyes looking at the time on your phone and see another message

Frankie ❤️ 10:46 PM

Make sure those doors are locked baby, I love you x

He must have sent this through will you were knocked out. It’s late, Franks still not home - you don’t even need to check because if he was you would have woken up in bed instead of the couch. Half asleep you dump your dishes in the sink, you’ll take care of it tomorrow you tell yourself and drag yourself to bed. Not before listening to Frank and double checking the locks.

You’ve been home by yourself at night without Frank before and it’s fine. But as you move through the house and turn the lights off you notice the silence feels a little.. off. You can’t place why, maybe you’re still half asleep you reason with yourself. Though as you stand and stare out through the big window that looks out into the back yard you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The darkness feels thick, its pitch black and it feels so dark that someone could be standing right in front of you on the other side of the glass staring back at you and you wouldn’t even be able to see them. You pull the curtains shut before your brain can start scaring you even further. Trying to shake it off you slip into bed, and thanks to the exhaustion of the week - sleep takes you under pretty quickly.

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12:03 AM

A distant creak in the floorboards causes you to stir from your sleep. You reach over to Franks side of the bed and find it cold and empty. You sit up confused, and check your phone - no message.

Another creak

Fully awake now, your heart rate picks up a little.

“F-frankie?” You call out tentatively

Silence

You slowly peel the covers off yourself, stepping out of bed as lightly as you can. You gently open Franks bedside table where you know he keeps a little folding knife. Empty. Shit you think to yourself. You swipe up on your phone to send a quick text to Frank

You 12:11 AM

you far off?

You hear the crunch of leaves outside, your head flies around to the bedroom window. Standing just by the edge you peek out. You don’t see anything, not from this angle anyway.

THUMP

you jump a little, hand flying to your mouth to stop the small shriek about to come out. Do you call out for Frank again? Is it him? You look out again through the bedroom window and see nothing.

‘Okay breathe, maybe it was just the wind’ you tell yourself mentally. Picking up the pieces of your courage that fell on the floor you oh so quietly make your way to the bedroom door. Inch by inch you push the door open, holding your breath as if that’ll stop any creaks from the door hinges. It must have worked because now your bedroom door is completely open, your legs however - don’t want to move.

You stand there in the doorway, staring into the dark abyss that is your hallway and swear you see a shadow move at the end of it. ‘No no no it’s just your eyes adjusting to the darkness’ you try to calm yourself but your heart is pounding in your ears now.

Your fists tight by your side, fingernails digging into your palms as you slowly make your way down, keeping yourself as light on your feet as you can. You reach the end of the hallway and try to scan through the darkness. The streaks of moonlight aiding your vision. Your eyes dart to the kitchen to the knife block. Not too far you think to your defenceless self, just run and grab one. You take another step forward, toward the kitchen. And then you freeze.

You see it, in your peripheral vision a dark mass at the entry way of the front door, inside the house. Too scared to turn your head, too scared to move your breathing rapid now. Two choices present themselves to you - run to the kitchen or run back to the bedroom. But you’re Frank Castles fucking girl so of course, you make a run for the kitchen. But the figure is fast, you see them from the corner of your eyes lurching forward for you. You dodge them and run to the other side of the countertop and slam the kitchen light on. Chest heaving, eyes wide with fear as it adjusts to sudden brightness.

And then you see him, covered in black from head to toe. Black boots, tac pants, the tight long sleeve vest… and that black balaclava over his face. Both his big arms outstretched on the countertop. But those eyes, you would recognise those beautiful brown eyes anywhere.

It was him.

And god the rush of heat you felt between your legs seeing him like that, fuck he looked incredible. “Should really double check those locks, sweet girl like you, alone in a house like this, who knows what kind of sick people are lurking around” he chides, voice low and gravelly.

You start backing away “don’t come near me” you warn, voice wavering adrenaline still pumping through you. He stalks you around the counter “oh yeah? what are you gonna do” he mocks. You make a run for it, back up towards the hallway, but you feel him on you. The booming of his boots on the hardwood floor, rattling the picture frames on the wall. You don’t even need to look back to know he’s gaining in you.

The last few steps feel like a lifetime away. You’re almost there just at the entry when you feel his hand on the back of your neck. He slams you into the wall, your chest pressed into it when his other hand slides in under the side of your head just in time before it collides with the wall to take the brunt instead. Just as quickly as his hand slides up, it’s out again pinning your hands behind your back his other hand moves up from your neck and pushes your head a little more into the wall.

You feel his hot breath in your ear as he presses his big body into the back of yours. “No where to run” he growls into your ear. A whimper escapes you as you squirm attempting to free yourself from his hold. “P-please let me go” you cry. You feel his grip loosen a little. He moves to your other ear voice softer “colour?” He asks. “Green” you pant. He pushes your head down again, he slots his black boots between your feet and kicks your legs open as he pushes your harder into the wall with his body. As he ruts his hard length into your ass over your night-slip, you whimper as the feel of him sends another wave of arousal between your legs.

One hand manages to slip through his grasp, so you elbow him in the gut and he stumbles back a little but just enough for you to crouch down and run into the bedroom you kick the door shut but his hand is there just in time flinging it back open. The swing of the door makes you fall back on the floor, you crawl back on your hands, eyes wide as you look up, watching him tower over you. He gets down and grabs both of your ankles in each of his hands and roughly pulls you to him before you try and scramble away. The movement makes your little sleep dress catch on the rug and hike up a little more. You see his eyes dart down raking up your legs to your breasts, seeing the way your nipples are peaked through the fabric, your chest heaving with each breath.

You try to sit up and hit at his chest, you see his lips quirk up your attempt. He hooks his own ankles over yours and holds both your wrists in his hands and pushes you down to the floor. Bringing his face close to yours his eyes scan your face “such pretty little thing” he mutters, voice low and gravelly as his breath fans out across your face, causing a puddle to form in your panties. You look up into his eyes and see pure hunger deep in his dark irises.

He moves both your wrists in one of his hands still firmly pinning you down. With his legs still locked over yours he brings free hand to your face, running one finger gently over your features, grazing your brow bone, down your cheek before grasping your lower face and squeezing it between his thumb and fingers. Pushing your lips out, he dips his head lower “are you gonna run again?” He grunts, eyes still fixed on your lips. You shake your head side to side in an attempt to say no with his grip tight on your face. He pushes his lips onto yours in a rough kiss and pulls up, you whimper at the loss.

His hand move from your face and down between your legs. He feels the heat radiating from you before he even touches you. He hooks your panties in his large finger and roughly pulls it to the side pushing himself up a little to look down. The sight he sees leaves him breathless, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this wet without touching you. Your panties are soaked and your pussy is glistening so deliciously and it takes all of franks self control to not dive in tongue first.

He breaks free from the hypnotic spell your cunt had him under when he feels you squirm again. His eyes dart back to you. He lifts himself off you and brings his hands to your hips. In an instant he flips you, your stomach and cheek pressed down into the rug. He’s down on his knees again, you whine trying to break free but his big legs are on either side of yours as he slams your legs together pressing them shut and pinned together.

Wordlessly he roughly shucks your night slip up and you hear a rip as he tears through your drenched panties and you feel your pussy suddenly exposed to the cold air again. He’s got your cheek smushed between his palm and the rug when you hear the clink of his belt and then sound of his zipper being pulled down. He watches the way your thighs clench together in anticipation.

“Such a pretty girl, but such a liar huh” he growls as he brings his face closer to you. You whimper as you try to look behind to catch a glimpse of his cock but his got you pressed down unable to move your head. You look up and see his masked face above you and it sends flutters through your cunt.

His hand moves to pull your arms behind you and place your wrists behind your lower back, placing his big hand over both keeping them locked in place. He lowers his hip down and you feel his heavy balls on the curve of your ass as he angle his hips back.

“Yknow what I do to liars?” He asks in mockery, his face pressed into the side of your cheek. You shake your head whimpering as he pushes his cock into your seeping hole. You’re so soaked that he glides all the way in filling you full till the base. A breathy quivering growl leaves Frank, the noise that leaves you is something Frank hasn’t heard before but fuck he loves it. Somewhere between a yelp a moan and a sigh before your eyes roll back.

He feels feral, his hips start snapping so hard that you’re crying out at each thrust. Hes down to your ear again “colour?” He grunts “g-greeeeeeen” you moan out “sofucking g-reeeen” in a breathy high pitched whine. He’s never seen you like this barely able to speak, jaw slack and the whites of your eyes taking up the most space.

He pushes his torso up, keeping one hand firm on your wrists. His other hand is kneading at the flesh of your ass, pushing them up and apart as he fucks himself into you. He’s never had you like this, in this position, this submissive and you feel like absolute heaven. The way his cock pushes into you so perfectly and the way your ass jiggles and your body juts up with each of his thrusts as he fucks into you like a rabid animal. Hoarse grunts and growls are the only sounds leaving him as he feels your pussy start pulsing around him.

A loud clap fills the room as his rough palm collides with the right side of your ass. He feels your walls squeeze him tighter on impact. The sting is so delicious you cry out, tears staining your face. He lets go of your wrists, both palms now grabbing handfuls of your ass. Your hands fly above your head gripping the edge of the carpet as an anchor.

Another whack on your left cheek now, has you pulsing harder. He’s fucking you so hard into the floor at this point, sounding possessed with his grunts. Your choked sobs muffle out your attempts to let him know you’re close. But it hits you as your whole body seizes, your eyebrows furrowed mouth agape as incoherent whines and babbles leave you. It feels like all the muscles in your body constrict and your legs violently tremble as your cunt clenches and pulsates around his throbbing cock so hard he almost falls onto you. He can only rut into you a few more times before he’s spilling his milky hot cum into you with a low groan “ngggod fuck” he grits out through his teeth.

The sight of you convulsing on the floor from the after shocks of your orgasm has him weak. He gets up, grabbing a fistful of your hair “get up” he grunts. You try to stand but your knees buckle. His arm dives infront of your hips and he catches you. He lifts you and quite literally throws you onto the bed, flipping you around so you’re facing him. You frown at how he tucked his cock back in his briefs but god, the sight of him, masked, big broad chest heaving, eyes wild. You could come again just from looking at him.

Frank pulls at the strap of your dress, snapping it and pulls it down roughly as your tits spill out. He pushes your legs back by your knees and slots his thighs behind to keep you open. One reaching down your your pussy other snaking its way up to your breast as he pinches your nipple hard in between his rough fingers, you mewl at the sensation. His hand continues up and wraps around the column of your neck. You hear him mumble “you ain’t done yet” before he shoves two fingers straight into your spent hole, so full of his creamy cum and your own. He fucks his fingers so deep into you as he tightens his grip around your neck. He hears choked moans coming out of your mouth, feels the way your hole tightens around his fingers and the little fucked out smile forming on your lips.

The squelching sounds of his thick fingers knuckle deep in your pussy fill the room. He curls his fingers, scooping his cum out of your hole. “Open” he commands, you comply without a thought, tongue sticking out nice and wide for him before he shoves his fingers dripping with his milky cum and your own straight into your mouth. You purse your lips around his fingers and suck them clean “yeah yeah that’s it” he mumble lowly.

Frank feels his cock hard and leaking again, fuck he thinks he loves this almost as much as you do. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he rips his black top off, keeping the mask on. The sight of his scarred broad chest with beads of sweat dripping from under his balaclava down his pecs has your cunt aching for him again. He pushes his fingers back into you again, three this time. The stretch has you mewling, back arching up as he fucks his fingers hard and fast into you, he makes the same curling motion with his fingers. You feel the undercurrents of an orgasm rippling through you again, starting deep in your belly as you start to pulse. Your breaths shorter and more choked, the sheet below you stained with your tears “fuuucckkkmmmcoming” you breathe out as you start you convulse again around his fingers as he punches them into you, the pads of his fingers massaging at that spongey spot inside you making you gush around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out and lowers himself down to you again. Same hand pulling his briefs down freeing his cock again before shoving all three fingers down your mouth. “Youre gonna take it again” He grunts lining his head up with your hole. You nod, body limp and twitching but lips smiling around his fingers as a garbled “nngggyessss pleaseee” leaves you. His cock starts throbbing at the sight of you smiling with his fingers in your mouth. He couldn’t believe you were letting him have you like this, so perfect for him.

“hhhuuuhhh fuuuuuck” Frank groans lowly as he pushes his sensitive cock in you once more and pushes his fingers deeper down your throat. You gag around his fingers as you pussy pulses around his length. He rams into you at a brutal pace pulling his finger half out of your mouth and pushes your jaw open “tongue out” he commands again. Your glassy eyes look up at him as you stick your tongue out and you feel a warm wet glob of his saliva run down your tongue into your mouth as he spits into you. “Nnng thank youuuu” you whine breathy, your throat and belly now warm with his seed and his spit.

You close your mouth to swallow when you feel a tight controlled slap on the side of your cheek just above your jaw and he feels your cunt flutter with the impact again. But he needs to be sure so he drops down to your ear again “that okay?” He whispers “mmmgreeeeeen” you gasp out with a fucked out smile.

He pushes himself up again, pounding into you with one hand still on your throat. "Yeah gonna keep my cum in your belly and this little hole yeah? thats what your good for aint it" he pants out with each harsh thrust, voice crazed and breathy. His other hand makes its way down between you both as his fingers start harshly rubbing on your clit. You look possessed, the way your back lifts off the bed with your eyes in the back of your skull. You whole body alight as he tries to pull one more out of you. Your arms try to weakly push at his chest "ss'too much" you breathe out. But your arms fall flat, limp beside you. "naaah one more, cmon thats what little whores do don't they? they do what theyre told" he chides as you feel his grip tighten once more around your neck.

Your hips unconsciously grinds down at the names he calls you, he smiles a little, you really are his perfect little slut. With a harsh slap on your clit he sends you over he edge. Mewling in his grip, your body writhing beneath him, so exhausted and fucked out you barely make any sounds. With that Frank's filling you up once more, his body collapses on top of yours. His hand leaves your throat as he grips hard into your thigh, his hips grinding into your spent little cunt, pushing his cum deep inside of you till he stills.

🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

Before anything else, he peels the sweat soaked mask off his face, his hair drenched and sticking out in every direction. Your eyes are still closed, taking in deep laboured breaths. "hey, open your eyes look at me baby" he coos warmly. Your eyes flutter open "f-frankie?" you croak out as you take in his beautiful face, flushed red from exertion, sweat still dripping from his hairline. "yeah baby its me, m'right here, its your frankie" his thumb running gently over your cheek with his brown puppy eyes staring into yours. he gently pulls out of you, you whimper at the emptiness.. well you think you whimper, it might have been in your head. Wherever your head is right now.

"Need you to keep your eyes open for me alright honey? gonna check you" he says. Frank has a mental checklist of tasks he needs to complete before letting you sleep. "Anything hurtin?" he asks you voice low. A subtle shake of your head is all you can manage "can you try use your words angel.. please" he asks with a beg. Your eyes hazily follow him "m'ok" you manage. "okay, need you to take deep breaths f'me yeah?" he asks, you nod your head before inhaling deep inflating your chest and breathing out. He starts inspecting you, starting on your face, placing soft gentle kisses that trail down, lingering a little longer at all the places that took the brunt of any impact. "turn for me baby" he places his hand gently under your hip to help you roll onto your tummy.

As soon as you turn he sees the angry looking welts forming on your ass from where he slapped you. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest "g-god, m-so sorry baby" you don't even know what he's apologising for till he gingerly runs his hand over it and you twitch a little at the sting. You move your head a little to look down, and see then you see the look of remorse on his face. "f-frankie, s-ok, im ok, promise" you coo as your arms weakly try grab for him.

He lowers himself down, soft kisses trailing the back of your body again with his palms rubbing gentle circles over you. He kisses his way back up to your shoulder. "Gonna be right back baby okay? just going into the bathroom, can you count to 30 for me?.. loudly, wanna hear you" he asks softly in your ear, you nod before starting.

He heads into the bathroom hearing the faint breathy croak of your voice counting. He makes quick work of putting some lavender oil in a diffuser to calm and filling up the bath with warm water and the oat bath milk to calm the welts down he lets the bath fill up. He fills a glass of water up and wets a washcloth with warm water and walks back out. He slides in beside you, gently rolling you to your back before picking you up and placing you down in his lap.

Your head lolls back as you stare blankly up at him. He combs your hair back out of your face with is fingers. Placing a soft kisses as your arms slowly wrap around his neck. He brings the warm wash cloth to your face first, wiping your sweat away, down your neck then lower starting from your inner thigh just above your knee. You feel the gentle swipe of the warm wash cloth cleaning you up. "gonna clean her up too okay baby?" he says softly as a heads up, before you feel a soft wipe through your folds cleaning up both of your fluids. "That feel okay sweetheart?" he asks. You hum with a nod.

He sees you nodding off, bringing one hand to cup your face "know your sleepy angel, need you to stay awake a little longer okay" he asks before he brings the glass of water up to you. "here, drink" he says placing the lip of the glass to your mouth before you guzzle down half the glass you pull away and take a breath in "gotta finish it baby" you look up at him before leaning forward to the glass again, he tilts it up as you finish the rest. You feel the water run down your strained throat, and frank feels a light pec on his shoulder from you as a silent thank you. He returns it with a kiss on your head before he picks you up and carries you into the bathroom.

You take a deep inhale and the lavender scent fills you, helping you relax as Frank gently sets you down in the warm water. He turns the tap off before slotting himself in behind you. He parts his thighs for you to sit back on him, you rest your back on his big chest and let your head fall back on his shoulder and feel his gentle touches over your body.

"I love you so much baby, did so good tonight" He coos, between kisses on your forehead. "so proud of you" he whispers, you feel your chest swell. "love you frankie, t-thank you" you sigh as a tear escapes you. Franks quick to wipe it away as he cranes his neck to place a kiss on the side of your eye.

Using your sponge he gently massages it over your limbs, belly, between your breasts and your back. A yawn escapes you as frank is focused on getting you nice and clean. "I know sleepy, almost done" he says, laughing a little. You hum with a smile. Frank quickly cleans himself too before climbing out of the tub. He wraps a towel around his hips before scooping you up out of the bath, your arms dangle off his shoulder, linking around his neck as he grabs another fluffy towel and wraps it around you.

He pats you down, drying you off then scoops you up and carries you back to the bed gently placing you down. He grabs a pair of your sleep shorts and one of his tshirts before setting them down beside you and unravelling your towel. "arms up baby" he coos as he pulls the tshirt over you. You then feel his hands hook under your ankles, pulling them through the legs of your shorts as he shimmys it up to sit at your hips.

He pats himself dry before pulling on a pair of boxers, he disappears for a second before re-emerging from the bathroom with the diffuser still going. You hear the gurgling of the water going down the drain of the bathtub as he places the diffuser on your bedside table. Pulling the covers down he rolls you in and gets in beside you. He scoops you into his arms before pulling the covers up to your shoulders.

He wraps his big arms around you, pulling you into him giving you a kiss on the forehead, the tip of your nose and ending at your lips. You kiss him back, sweet and soft. Before fluttering your eyes open to look into his. "thank you baby" you say gently as you cup his face "thank you for doing this, and making me feel so safe.." you whisper as he smiles back down at you. "promise it was okay? you feel okay?" he asks soft looking deep into your eyes looking for any hint of a lie. "baby.. I promise, you were perfect, always so perfect" you coo, angling your head up to kiss him again. "Love you frankie" you say nuzzling into him "Love you too baby.. so much" he whispers before your both pulled under into sleep.

a/n: I really hope you guys liked this, it was a long one but I felt like there were so many elements in the build up and after that felt necessary idk??? Also I thought it would be fun to add Frank’s POV but I didn’t know how to do that without ruining the flow of the build up/suspense. The actual smut part honestly I changed a few times because idk I tried to make it fit his character as best as I thought it did for the first time anyways?? So I toned it down a smidge. Let me knowwww if you have any feedback on this one pls!

Taglist: @final-sights

gabbiegabbie24

Apr 28

filledwithcotton

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ You and Jake had mated behind everyone’s back a year ago. Months later you find out you are carrying his child. Now, Jake must choose who his loyalty will stand with.

You or Neytiri.

warnings: angst, fluff, Manipulative behavior, morally corrupt (fem) reader.

The marui swayed gently with the rhythm of the sea.

Soft creaks of woven fiber, the hush of water just beneath, the distant calls of the reef, it all blended into something quiet. Private.

Yours.

You sat near the opening, where the light filtered through in pale, shifting patterns, a carved comb gliding slowly through your long curls. Each stroke was careful, unhurried, like you had nowhere else to be.

Like nothing was waiting for you beyond this moment.

A quiet melody slipped from your lips, low, lilting, the kind sung more for feeling than for words. It rose and fell like the tide, soft enough that it barely carried beyond the marui’s walls.

Your free hand rested over your stomach.

Absentminded.

Protective.

Possessive.

You hummed again, softer this time, fingers pausing briefly as if listening, like something might hum back.

“You hear that?” you murmured under your breath, a faint smile touching your lips. “That’s for you.”

The comb moved again, slower now.

“They don’t know about you yet,” you continued quietly, voice warm, almost affectionate. “But they will.”

A small pause.

Your gaze drifted toward the open entrance, where the sea stretched endlessly, bright and indifferent.

“And when they do…” your tone didn’t change, still soft, still sweet. “Everything will be different.”

You tilted your head slightly, working through a knot with patient fingers.

“They think they belong here,” you went on, almost thoughtfully. “Like this place… like he…” a faint breath left you, barely a laugh, “was always meant for them.”

Jake Sully.

Your lips curved just a little.

“They don’t see the way he looks at me,” you whispered. “The way he chooses me, even when he tries not to.”

The comb stilled.

For a moment, the only sound was the water beneath you.

Then, softer, almost a hush against skin:

“He won’t try much longer.”

Your fingers smoothed over your stomach, slow, deliberate.

“I’m going to give him something he can’t turn away from.”

A beat.

Your expression didn’t change. Still gentle. Still calm.

“They had their time.”

The words were quiet.

Simple.

And then, just as easily, the edge vanished.

You exhaled, the tension leaving your shoulders as if it had never been there, and the melody returned, light, soothing, wrapped in warmth.

The version of you anyone might see.

Anyone might trust.

A few days later, the change was small.

So small it could’ve been missed, if you weren’t looking for it.

But people always noticed patterns, even when they didn’t realize they were.

And you?

You made sure there was something to notice.

The shoreline was busy that morning, voices weaving through the salt air, the Metkayina moving in practiced rhythm as if the sea itself guided them.

You moved slower.

Not enough to draw concern.

Just enough to be… different.

Your steps were careful as you crossed the sand, one hand resting lightly over your stomach, not protective, not obvious. Just there. Like it belonged.

Like it had always been there.

Someone brushed past you, an accident, harmless.

You flinched.

Small. Sharp. Gone just as quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” they murmured, already moving on.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, offering a faint smile.

But your hand didn’t leave your stomach this time.

You made sure of that.

Later, near the woven racks, you reached for something set just a little too high.

Normally, you would’ve stretched. Balanced easily. Taken it without a thought.

Today, you hesitated.

Your gaze flickered downward, just briefly, before you stepped back instead, choosing something lower.

A small decision.

A meaningless one.

Except it wasn’t.

Not when someone was watching.

And someone always was.

By midday, it had settled in, the quiet awareness.

Not questions.

Not yet.

Just… noticing.

You sat with the others as they worked, fingers moving slower than usual as you wove, your posture just slightly guarded now. Every so often, your hand would drift back, resting over your stomach like it was instinct.

Like you weren’t thinking about it at all.

Across from you, Neytiri’s gaze lingered a second too long.

You didn’t look up right away.

Let her look.

Let her wonder.

Only after a moment did you glance back, expression open, almost questioning, as if you hadn’t noticed anything at all.

Her eyes narrowed, just slightly.

Good.

When Jake approached later, it was easier.

With him, it was always easier.

You shifted as he neared, subtle but intentional, turning just enough that his attention followed the movement, that his eyes dipped without meaning to.

Right where your hand rested.

“Hey,” he said, softer now. Careful.

You smiled faintly. “Hi.”

His gaze lingered for half a second longer before snapping back to your face, like he’d caught himself.

But it was too late.

The thought had already formed.

You tilted your head slightly. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

You held his gaze for a moment longer, then let your expression soften, like you believed him.

Like you always would.

But you shifted again when you stood.

Slower.

More deliberate.

Just enough for him to notice twice.

By evening, the pattern was set.

Not loud.

Not undeniable.

But there.

A thread woven through every movement, every pause, every careful touch.

Something fragile.

Something worth protecting.

Something people would start to piece together on their own.

You stood at the edge of the water again as the sky dimmed, your reflection rippling beneath you.

Your hand rested over your stomach, firmer now.

Certain.

Behind you, voices carried, quieter than before, but different.

Lower.

Curious.

Exactly where you wanted them.

You didn’t turn.

Didn’t need to.

A faint smile touched your lips, barely there.

“They’re starting to see,” you murmured under your breath.

“They just don’t know what they’re looking at yet.”

The marui was quieter at night.

The sea didn’t sleep, but it softened, its rhythm slower, deeper, like a breath drawn out too long. Moonlight slipped through the woven walls in pale ribbons, shifting gently with every sway.

It was warm inside. Quiet. Safe.

You lay curled into Jake, your back pressed to his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you like it had always belonged there. His hand rested over yours, both of them settled low between you, right where you’d placed them.

Right where you wanted them.

Your voice was soft as you hummed, the melody barely louder than the water below. It filled the space, easy and soothing, something he didn’t question.

He never questioned you.

“You’ve been in your head all night,” he murmured, his chin brushing lightly against your hair.

You smiled faintly, eyes still closed. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

A small pause.

You shifted just enough so his hand pressed more firmly over your stomach. Subtle. Natural.

Deliberate.

“About what happens when things change,” you said quietly.

His grip tightened instinctively, not pulling away,“We handle it.”

Simple.

Certain.

You let out a soft breath, almost like relief, before tilting your head back slightly to look at him. Your expression was gentle, a little hesitant. but never unsure.

“If I told you something big…” you murmured, “you wouldn’t regret it, would you?”

He didn’t even hesitate.

“No.”

Not I wouldn’t.

Just no.

Final.

Your eyes searched his for a second longer, just to make sure.

Just to enjoy it.

Then you said it.

“I’m carrying your child.”

The words settled between you, but they didn’t break anything.

They didn’t fracture the moment.

If anything, they anchored it.

Jake went still for half a second, just enough to take it in, before his arm around you tightened, pulling you closer against him.

No doubt.

No questions.

Just certainty.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice lower now, but steady.

You nodded faintly, watching him carefully. “Yeah.”

A slow breath left him, something shifting, but not in conflict.

In decision.

His hand pressed more firmly over yours, over your stomach, like he already understood what it meant. Like he’d accepted it the second you said it.

“Then that’s it,” he said.

Simple.

Done.

Your lashes lowered slightly, hiding the flicker of something sharper beneath. “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, brushing his thumb lightly over your hand. “You’re not dealing with that alone. Not for a second.”

You let your shoulders relax into him, like the words had taken weight off of you.

Like you needed to hear them.

“I knew you’d say that,” you whispered.

And you did.

Jake shifted, leaning down just slightly, his forehead brushing yours. “I mean it.”

“I know,” you breathed.

Your fingers curled just a little tighter under his.

There was no hesitation in him.

No doubt to work through.

Only you.

Exactly as it should be.

You let the quiet settle again for a moment, the rhythm of the ocean filling the space where words had been.

Then, softer now:

“But it changes things.”

Jake didn’t pull away. “Yeah. It does.”

You turned in his arms, slowly this time, until you were facing him fully. Close enough that your breath mingled, that he couldn’t look anywhere but at you.

Your hand stayed between you.

Still resting there.

“I don’t think I can pretend nothing’s different,” you said gently. “Not after this.”

His gaze didn’t waver. “You shouldn’t have to.”

You searched his face, like you needed reassurance.

Like you didn’t already have it.

“If I’m going to have your child…” you murmured, your voice softening even more, “I need to know what that means for us.”

A pause.

He watched expectantly.

Didn’t interrupt.

So you finished it.

Carefully.

Like it mattered.

“And for everything else in your life.”

There it was.

The line.

You held his gaze, steady now.

No cracks.

No hesitation.

“Are you going to choose me… or her?”

This time, Jake didn’t go still.

Didn’t struggle.

Didn’t even look away.

“You,” he said immediately.

No pause.

No weight to push through.

Just truth.

Your breath hitched, soft, almost like it caught you off guard.

But your eyes didn’t miss a single thing.

Not the certainty.

Not the ease of it.

Jake’s hand slid up slightly, brushing along your side before settling back, grounding you again. “It’s been you,” he added, quieter now. “I just hadn’t said it yet.”

That cold, quiet satisfaction unfurled deep in your chest,

slow.

Certain.

Complete.

But when you leaned into him, letting your forehead rest against his again, all he felt was warmth.

Relief.

Something soft and real.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Like that was all you needed.

Like you hadn’t just taken everything.

Outside, the ocean carried on, endless and steady.

And inside the marui,

you smiled, unseen.

Over the next few days, the shift was quiet.

Not sudden. Not loud.

But it was there.

It started with small things.

The kind no one could really call out.

The kind that, if questioned, could be brushed off with ease.

You stepped down from the marui one morning, the woven edge dipping slightly beneath your weight as your foot found the sand.

Before you could fully steady yourself, a hand was already there.

Firm. Certain.

Jake.

“I got you,” he murmured, like it was nothing.

Like it was normal.

You let your fingers settle into his, just for a second longer than necessary before stepping away. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

But you didn’t pull away first.

He did.

Reluctantly.

Later, along the reef, the others moved easily through the shallow water, laughter carrying across the surface as they worked.

You moved slower.

Not fragile.

Just careful.

Jake noticed.

Of course he did.

“Watch your step,” he said, his voice low but close, closer than it needed to be.

Your lips curved faintly. “I know how to walk.”

“I know,” he replied, not sounding convinced at all.

His hands were clenched, fighting the urge to reach out.

Across the water, Neytiri’s gaze flickered over.

Brief.

Sharp.

Gone just as quickly.

You didn’t look at her.

Not yet.

By midday, it was clearer.

Jake didn’t stray far from you.

Not when others spoke to him.

Not when he moved.

Not even when he tried to pretend he wasn’t doing it.

His attention always circled back.

Always checked.

Always lingered.

You made it easy for him.

A slight misstep in the sand, barely noticeable.

His hand caught your arm instantly.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, glancing up at him with a small, almost sheepish smile.

His grip didn’t loosen right away.

“Yeah,” he said, quieter now. “I know.”

But he stayed close after that.

Closer than before.

People noticed.

Not openly.

Not with words.

But in the way conversations paused for half a second too long.

In the way eyes followed.

In the way space shifted around you without anyone acknowledging it.

Neytiri noticed too.

She had to.

You saw it in the way her posture stiffened, just slightly, when Jake stepped in front of you as someone passed too quickly.

The way her gaze lingered when his hand found the small of your back without thinking.

The way she looked away immediately after.

Like if she didn’t look,

it wouldn’t mean anything.

You watched her then.

Just for a moment.

Just long enough.

She was still.

Composed.

Unmoved on the surface.

But there was something tighter in her expression now. Something restrained.

Like she was choosing not to see what was right in front of her.

Choosing not to ask.

Good.

That evening, the air was quieter.

The sky dimming, the ocean reflecting streaks of fading light.

You stood near the water again, your hand resting lightly over your stomach, your movements slow, deliberate, habit now.

Jake approached not long after.

Of course he did.

“You should sit,” he said, glancing briefly at your stance.

You let out a soft breath, almost amused. “I’ve been sitting all day.”

“Still,” he replied, gentler now, stepping closer anyway.

His hand brushed your arm, lingering.

You looked up at him, your expression warm, easy. “You worry too much.”

“Maybe,” he said.

But he didn’t stop.

You shifted slightly, leaning just a fraction closer to Jake, subtle enough to be natural.

“I’m fine,” you murmured again, quieter this time.

He nodded, but his hand didn’t leave your arm.

Didn’t even loosen.

The village was loud with movement that afternoon.

Voices carried between the marui, woven platforms shifting gently under steady footsteps, the air warm and restless with activity. It was the kind of day where everything blended together,

until something broke the rhythm.

You stood near one of the work areas, fingers lightly sorting through strands of fiber, your movements slower than usual. Careful. Measured.

Your hand drifted, as it always did now, resting over your stomach.

Across the village, Jake Sully lingered in conversation, but his attention kept slipping.

Back to you.

Always back to you.

It happened quickly.

A sudden sting, sharp and unexpected.

You inhaled, your body reacting before your mind did, your hand jerking slightly as the edge of a woven tool scraped across your palm. Not deep. Not serious.

But enough to draw a reaction.

A soft, startled sound left you.

At the exact same time..

A louder crack echoed from the opposite side of the platform.

A tension line snapped loose on one of the suspended racks, the woven structure jerking violently as its balance shifted. The contents slid, the frame dipping hard.

Right where Neytiri had been standing.

She caught it, but not without strain.

The movement forced her back, the rack dragging unevenly, the sudden weight pulling against her arms as she tried to steady it before it collapsed completely.

Two moments.

Same time.

Jake instantly moved towards you.

“What happened?” he was already there, his hand catching yours, turning it slightly as his eyes scanned your palm.

“It’s nothing,” you said softly, breath still a little uneven, your other hand instinctively pressing to your stomach.

His gaze flickered there,

locked.

Concern sharpening.

Behind him, voices rose.

People rushed toward Neytiri, the shifting structure drawing attention as she struggled to keep it from giving way completely.

You saw it.

Of course you did.

And this time,

you moved first.

“Jake,” you pulled your hand gently from his, already stepping past him. “She needs help.”

You didn’t wait.

Didn’t hesitate.

You went straight toward her.

Jake followed.

A step behind.

And that..

that was what everyone saw.

By the time you reached her, Neytiri had managed to steady the rack, but the tension in her arms, her shoulders, it was clear it hadn’t been easy.

Her breath was sharper.

Controlled.

But strained.

You approached carefully, your expression shifting instantly, soft concern, open and gentle.

“Let me help,” you said quietly, stepping in closer, your hands lifting slightly like you meant it.

Like you were the first to reach her.

Her head snapped toward you.

Fast.

Too fast.

Her eyes burned.

Not with pain.

With something else entirely.

“Do not touch,” she snapped, tail lashing.

The words were sharp enough to cut through the noise around you.

You stilled immediately, your hands hovering before lowering slowly, your expression faltering just slightly. “I was just trying to—”

“I do not need your help,” she said again, harsher this time.

People were watching now.

Turning.

Listening.

Jake stepped up behind you, his presence close, protective without even thinking about it.

You glanced back at him for just a second,

then looked at her again, softer now.

“I know you don’t,” you said gently. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Your voice was calm.

Kind.

Everything hers wasn’t.

Something in her snapped.

Completely.

Her hand lifted instantly.

Not hesitant.

Not restrained.

For a split second, it looked like she might strike you.

You flinched.

Instinctive.

Real enough.

Your shoulders pulling in, your head turning just slightly away,

smaller.

Vulnerable.

“Hey!” Jake’s voice cut in sharply, his hand immediately coming to your arm, pulling you behind him.

Away from her.

The movement froze everything.

Neytiri stopped.

But only because she finally saw what she was so desperately evading.

should I make a part 2? lmao I’m too lazy I probably won’t.

Either way i literally never make part two’s..

(I hate the cliffhanger, ugh)

heh I made part two here.

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