Summary: you missed him after a long day, and he is more than happy to give you everything you need.
Warnings: heavily suggestive, finger sucking, make outs, biting, a bit of dom/sub dynamics, man handling, size difference, sfw, fluff, not rlly proof read
The hammock swayed gently beneath you both, Jake stretched out on his side with one arm under his head. You sat cross legged facing him, knees brushing his thigh. The day had been quite long with patrols and meetings. Jake had noticed, “talk to me,” he said lowly.
He reached out, fingertips brushing your knee. “You’ve been quiet all evening.” You swallowed, “I just … missed you.” His brows lifted slightly, a knowing smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “I was near.” He hummed.
“I know,” your voice cracked, embarrassingly small. Jake studied you, then reached out slowly. His fingers tips brushed your cheek, then tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. Pad of this thumb lingering, stroking your jaw.
“C’mere.”
You didn’t hesitate, you crawled forward on your knees until you cold settle between his spread thighs. He opened his arms; you sank against his chest. One hand splayed across your lower back, the other cupping the nape of your neck.
“Better?” He murmured into your hair.
You nodded, “yeah…. needed this.” He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “You got it.”
The silence was comfortable, you listened to his breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. After a minute you tilted your head back to look up at him.
“Jake…”
“Hm?”
You licked your lips, nervousness fluttered in your chest. “Can I kiss you?” The corner of his mouth curved, “you’re asking permission now?” He drawled, “thought we were past that stage.”
Heat flushed to your face, “I just- I don’t- you look tired, didn’t want to-“
He cut you off by dipping his head and brushing his lips against yours, you sighed, hand fisted against nis chest. Jake pulled back to speak against your mouth. “That answer your question?”
You nodded frantically as he then kissed you again. Open mouth, one hand slid up to cradle the back of your head. You melted letting him lead. Your fingers tremble where they clutched at him, you made a needy noise when his tongue brushed yours.
He groaned approvingly, his thumb brushed your lips, tugging on your bottom lip in question. You opened your mouth obediently as he slipped his thumb inside, his pad resting on your tongue.
“Suck,” he commanded softly, you closed your lips around his thumb, hollowing your cheeks as you swirled your tongue around his thumb.
“Fuck, baby…” his voice was low and gravelly, purely wrecked. “Look at you.”
You whimpered around his thumb, eyes fluttering shut, hips rocking instinctively. He shifts, guiding you until you’re straddling him. “Good girl,” he purrs, “doin’ so good for me, baby.” You whimper pressing your hands against his chest, palms flat on his pecks.
He sat up as he slid a hand under the nape of your neck, slipping at the root of your hair as he tugged your head back. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then trails lower, pressing sloppy mouth kisses to the column of your throat. You tilt your head back instinctively, you whimpered as his fangs grazed your throat.
“Cute,” he coos low in his throat, finding his hands against yours as your fingers laced with his. He pulls you back down into another kiss, his hands roam over your back and hips. When you finally break apart to breath, your foreheads rest together.
“Stay, we’ve got all night.” He whispers, kissing you once more softly. He wrapped his arms around you, like he’s never going to let go.
Hi! I hope it’s okay to ask — are you taking requests at the moment? If so, would you consider a Jake Sully × Mangkwan fem!reader oneshot?
I’d love a slow burn with a mating bond and some angst (maybe confusion, denial, or emotional distance before they finally come together) Totally understandable if not 💙
Burning Desire ⚔
Jake Sully x female Mangkwan Reader
Words: 2.6K
Summary: He could feel it. And he knew she felt it too. Jake had been captured by the Mangkwan clan; a group of vicious, fearless, and chaotic Na’vi that hated everything he had come to love about Pandora. He thought they were going to kill him, but against all odds they didn't. When you were first tasked with taking water and food to his cell, you felt it. You tried denying it at first, but when the undeniable desire grew stronger, you couldn't hold back. It wasn’t love; it wasn't adoration; it wasn't soft and comforting. It was something primal and unbreakable, that both you and Jake would have to face sooner or later.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), hate sex, matting bond, p in v, dry humping, bondage (character is chained)
authors note: thank you so much for requesting this and I hope you like it! this is my first time writing for Jake tehehe
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Burning Desire
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The chains were cold. The ground, which he had been laying on for the past couple of weeks now, was hard. The beatings he received were harsh. And yet nothing hurt him as much as….you. He realized it the first time you had brought him food.
It was his second day as their captive. He expected them to kill him; cut off his kuru like they had done to the rest. But they didn't. For some reason they didn't. So there he was, the great Toruk Makto now a prisoner to the Mangkwan. When you brought him food, he felt something almost instantly. He tried to ignore it, but couldn't. The sway of your body, had him in a trance, your delicate fingers triggered something within him, your rosy lips waited to be bitten.
“Jake, get a hold of yourself”. He thought. He knew you had felt it too, because the second you and Jake locked eyes, the raw emotions were indisputable. He observed the way your cheeks flushed, and how you hurried to toss his plate of food onto the floor. As much as he knew what was happening, he hated himself for it. He loved Neytiri. He loved her so much. But this, this wasn't love. He had known about the bond. He knew that there was some Navi out there that might be his predestined mate. He would not choose her, his body would. His heart had chosen Neytiri, but when he saw you, he didn't have a choice.
It was like that for the next week. You would bring him food, your eyes would meet, your heart would start racing, Jake's pupils would dilate. You would hurry to give him his food, and then you would leave. You didn't want to accept it either. How could the skyman be your mate? Although you didn't believe in Eywa anymore, part of you wanted to curse her for allowing this to happen. You didn't tell Verang, you didn't tell anyone. You felt like you couldn't. So now you were stuck. Stuck with bringing Jake Sully his food every other day. Stuck in this endless cycle of torment and desire. You knew if you let yourself feel it, the pain in your lower belly would go away. But still, you refused.
Similarly, Jake was hurting too. Everytime you entered his cell, and placed his food on the cold floor he felt this unwavering sense of lust. Lust that wouldnt go away, especially not when he realized the scent of you lingered in the air, even when you had already left. He felt disgusting. He felt ashamed, You weren't the woman he loved, so why was he feeling like this. But unbeknownst to him, it would soon become too much.
It was on the 16th day of his captivity, your 8th visit, that the flame finally became a full blown wildfire. The visit started off like always. He could smell you before you even entered. His pupils immediately dilated. His heart started to race. And the bulge within his loincloth started to grow. You were in a similar predicament. Your hands, which carried Jake Sully’s food, started to shake. The annoying, yet familiar, sensation deep within your core came to the surface. You felt yourself flush. And you knew today was going to be different,
When you entered the room, all you could smell was Jake. His dominating, masculine scent, filled every square inch of the room. It did something to you, but you wouldn't let yourself feel it. Not yet. You walked with as much composure as you could muster. Jake had looked at you when you had initially walked in, but now his head hung low. He was refusing to meet your eyes. And you would not beg, you were not a beggar. So you said nothing. You placed the tray of food in front of him, and slowly turned your body to walk out when….
“Wait” You heard him say from behind you. This was the first time you had heard his voice. It was deep, it sent chills throughout your whole body. You stopped, but didn't turn around. “You feel it too…. Don't you?” he spoke once more, this time much quieter. As if speaking quietly made the situation any less true.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” you said firmly. You knew he could hear the fluctuation in your voice, the arousal so evident there was no way of hiding it. Still, you didn't turn around.
“I know you're lying.” the skyman spoke again. “I can hear your heart beating faster…… I can…. I can smell you from here”. Jake took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet sweet smell, a smell that he was growing more addicted to as the days went on. You knew he was referring to the scent that was radiating off of your core. You were growing wetter by the second, just by listening to his voice and breathing the air around him. Still, you were determined. You did not turn around.
“I don't know why this is happening. But I can't stop feeling like this….. I'm trying so hard but I can't.” Jake's voice had turned into a whimper. “It just hurt so bad. Please.” And with that you finally turned around. Jake was sitting on the floor, both his arms were chained to the wall behind him. His body was slumped, but he was looking up at you. He felt pathetic. He wasn't himself. This wasn't him. He was the great Toruk Makto, a mighty and strong warrior. But now, he was simply a man, begging for you to touch him. Because the pain was becoming too much. You had never seen anything more beautiful. A tall, muscular man, begging for you. Whimpering at the mere site of you. You were becoming even more turned on, if that was even possible. The heat between your legs was becoming too much. It was so uncomfortable, you needed a release. But still, you would not be weak.
“The great Toruk Makto needs me?”. You said in a mocking tone, finally meeting his gaze. “Who knew such a strong, handsome, soldier could look so weak.”.
“So you think im handsome” Jake said with a smirk. He knew the game you were playing. Knew you would only touch him, if he submitted before you. Be he wouldn't do that, he knew you would crack, just like he was doing. “C’mon pretty, I can smell your sweet pussy from here”. He was trying his hardest to sound tough. And he knew it worked. Your cheeks turned an ever darker shade of pink, and unconsciously you bit down on your soft, plump lip. His dirty words were like music to your ears. Your body was moving before you even realized it, because when you finally snapped out of your trance, you were so close to him, towering over him, while he looked up at you through glossy eyes.
You said nothing after that. Just stared down at him, and suddenly your eyes caught sight of the huge bulge in Jake Sully's loincloth. Your mouth watered. You needed him. But still you would not beg. Or so you thought. When Jake's strong arm started to rub up and down your calf. You felt like you were going to melt.
“You want me too. I know you do.” He spoke more confidently this time, but you could still hear the arousal in his voice peaking through. His hand which had been massaging and caressing your calf, now made its way further up to your thigh. He squeezed, and groped. But still you said nothing. Jake knew you were playing hard to get, but by the way you smelled, he knew the game wouldn't last long. “Do you want me to touch you?” he said as his hand moved to the inside of your thigh. And it was like something within you broke. You nodded slowly, the action so uncontrollable you didn't even know you were doing it until you saw Jake smirk.
“So c'mere,” he said. And with that, you knelt down in front of him, finally face to face with the man that had been plaguing every single one of your dreams since the day you first saw him. Jake had his legs spread open, and you sat between them. “Good girl. See, I knew you needed me too”.
“Jake….” you said in a breathy voice. Saying his name felt natural… easy. But this had been the first time you had said his name. The first time you had allowed yourself to be engulfed by the pure lust that came from being close to the sky man. You crawled closer to him on all fours. All of it felt primal; your need, your wants, your desires, and your actions. It felt as though there was some uncontrollable force pulling you towards the skyman, something you couldn't control, let alone resist.
Jake waited in anticipation at the sight of you crawling to him. It felt like all his dreams had finally come true the second you reached him. You straddled him, one leg on either side of his own and when you finally melted into the embrace, it felt although that burning desire had finally come alive. In this new position you could feel everything. The way his groin prodded at your core, the way his breath became irregular, and the way your hips started to move on their own accord. It felt as though there was no time to waist; in an instant your hips moved on top of his in a heated, eager rhythm.
“Of fuck…” Jake moaned. It felt so good. To finally let yourself feel the desire that had been building up. And so you stayed like this, grinding yourself on Jake Sully, with your head thrown back, and your arms rested on his shoulders. He wanted to touch you , wanted to place his rough hands on your hips and rock them back and forth, but he couldn't. Not with the chains that had him pinned against the wall. All he could do was match the rhythm of your hips and lose himself in the delicious feeling of your went cunt grinding on top of him. You felt close to coming just from the grinding alone. And so, the wave of your lust washed over you. It had you twitching and moaning on top of the skyman. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your hands clawed at the nape of Jake's neck. When the wave finally settled, you were still ready for more.
Seeing you come on top of him, had Jake so hard it was becoming painfully unbearable. But like this he couldn't do anything, couldn't even rub himself just enough to relieve the tension. He was so hard he wanted to cry.
Seeing the man beneath you, hard and vulnerable, had your mouth watering and your core ignited once more. And so, you lifted yourself up from him, just enough to stick a hand in between both of your bodies, and pull off Jake Sully’s hard member. It was beautiful. Gorgeous, thick, and long. With a vein running down the middle, and an angry wet tip that was leaking precum. You started off by just rubbing your delicate hand, up and down. This alone had his cock twitching in your hand.
“Please baby. Please” he desperately whined.
“What is it Skyman?” you teased. “You like what I'm doing?”. Jake nodded his head. The sigh before you was beautiful; Jake sully with his arms chained on either side of him, his head thrown back against the hard concrete, and dribble of sweat dripping down his temples. Sure, you wanted to play hard to get. Regain some of the control you had lost when the animalist part of your brain that longed for Jake took over. So, you moved your own loincloth to the side and without any warning sunk down on his cock. The new found feeling made Jake's eyes spring open. You were equally as lost in the pleasure of his cock inside of you. Sure it had even looked big, but now that it was inside of you, it was even bigger than you could have imagined.
“Youre so big” you said in a breathy voice. You continued to bounce yourself up and down on him. Each thrust, digging deeper into your core, and even more glorious than the last. Jake loved the way your warm wet walls felt around him. So tight, but so eager to take every single inch of him. When he decided to look in between your bodies he was met with the sight of a huge bulge in the middle of your belly. A bulge that was being created by none other than himself. He was so deep, so warm, so tight, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He bucked his hips further up into you, which was all he could do underrated to current circumstances of his position. If it was up to him, he would have already flipped you over, and fucked you from the back, like the bitch that you were. But he couldn't, so he had to sit there, a pathetic whiny mess. Your pussy was taking so good, with a couple more bounces, he came. He came hard, his seed spilling into you. Painting your walls, and tainting you forever. The noises in the room were obscene: skin clapping and breathy moans. Soon after he spilled into you, you came again. This time around him, your orgasm rocked you even harder that the previous one had, and you were left twitching around Jake's cock, milking him until every last drop of cum was buried deep within you.
You both stayed like that for a couple moments. Panting and twitching, trying to recover from the intense orgasm from before.
Jake felt ashamed. Ashamed that he had just fucked someone that wasnt his wife. Ashamed that he had just fucked a member of an enemy clan. And most of all, ashamed of how much he had enjoyed it. You felt the same. You had no love for Jake Sully. The actions of before were the results of pure primal lust. But it felt so good, and you finally felt satisfied.
When you knew your legs wouldn't shake anymore, you finally removed yourself from his cock. This had his cum spilling out of you and rolling down your leg. You needed to clean yourself before anyone else in the clan saw. You stood up and simply stared at Jake, and he looked up at you.
“I hate you Jake Sully” you scoffed. You needed to hate him.
“I hate you too.” He said, looking up at you through glossy eyes. And it was true, he did hate you. But he hated himself even more from how his cock was becoming hard once more. He was ready to fuck you again.
AFAA was so iconic in so many ways but my favorite thing they did was have Spider be Spider in the background of a serious scene. Like Jake discussing with the wind traders while Spider does the hula in the background. Jake asking the scientists to remove the mycelium from Spider’s lungs while the Spider in question dances. Jake and Neytiri coming to the decision they’re going to kill Spider while he just splashes around in the river. Spider take anything seriously challenge level impossible. Love this kid.
Spider's life is so fascinating because imagine going to hang out at your blue friend's house and his racist mom keeps talking about how much she wants to kill you
We see some of it in The Way of Water—he shows clear favouritism; demonstrates over and over again that respect and love need to earned, he never shows his son support and he often treats his kids like troops. While yes, he does get called out for some of this, and the family is under a lot of external pressure, it still isn’t good parenting, and that only becomes more obvious in Fire and Ash. (small spoilers below & in tags)
Jake, understandably, does not handle the death of his eldest, ‘perfect’ son well. Unfortunately, the person who suffers the most from this is Lo’ak. Instead of being there to support his son, who just lost his brother (and in a particularly traumatic way), Jake blames him for it. And look, having those feelings in itself does not automatically make him a bad father (grief is weird and difficult), but admitting that to your guilt-ridden, grieving, already upset and vulnerable child? Yeah, that's a deeply damaging thing to do.
And it’s not even like it was a sudden outburst that he instantly regretted—he implies that Lo'ak is to blame multiple times, and tells him explicitly too. Then, afterwards, when Neytiri urges him to talk to his son, Jake just pouts that he has 'nothing to say to him'. Like Lo’ak has just done something naughty to disappoint his dad, not like he’s grieving Neteyam too, feeling even more hopelessly lonely after his other brother, Payakan, is taken from him as well, as if he’s not just desperate for the support and love that his father never gave him without ‘proving himself’.
It may come from a place of hurt, loss and deflection rather than malice, and it may be unintentional, but Jake still makes his son feel as though he will never be good enough, that he is a failure responsible for his family’s suffering. He still makes Lo’ak feel like he is not worthy of his father's—or anyone’s—love.
To the point that he wants to kill himself.
And even when Jake finally does what Lo’ak has always wanted and tells him that he is proud of him, it is still conditional. Jake quite literally tells Lo’ak that he has proven himself, and [therefore] he is proud. Because pride and love are things that need to be earned.
I just find it interesting to think about how for all Jake talks about wanting to protect his family, how important they are to him, and the lengths he will go to keep them safe, he is ultimately one of the biggest dangers to his son.
