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The world will crumble when its secrets are revealed, it's an undeniable truth. First, the government will fumble with its discretion over everyone and the rebels will rejoice. Rejoice in the fact that their freedom is finally granted to them after decades of patience. District 12 was known for coal mines, it made total sense for Snow to burn it to the ground. Seeing the ash in the mines is nothing compared to the ash of your home, your life, your companions. Ash is soft a powdery, it's ready to drift off into the wind, to be forgotten for eternity. You cant preserve the ash of hundreds, I know it will all vanish when the wind picks up. Secondly, the world will crumble when there is no hope: hope is what keeps everyone alive. It's kept me alive for the 2-3 years i've been connected to the capital. My hope will keep me alive for more years to come because the capital will never leave me. The horror of the capital will plague my life: like a serum injected into my veins. The capital will pick me apart piece for a piece until I don't know who I am, I feel the last chunk chip away at the ruins. I could imagine my hope crumbling into the floor and turning into a concentrated ash much like the rest of my life. I will never know what is slipping through my fingers when I pick up the ash, Iâll watch it blow away, past the victor's village and past the meadow. Past our meadow. If I could keep one thing in this lifetime it would be him. The courageous, giving, responding, selfless man that saved my life over and over again. Peeta didn't kill; it wasn't in his nature. But he saves, he saves me from night terrors, he saves me from self-doubt, he saves me from myself. Peeta trails behind me picking up the chunks I lose and does the impossible, he preserves the ash of my cracking hope. My breath shudders and picks up quickly, a horrifying nightmare of what my life once was. My chest constricts rapidly and I palm my chest frantically looking around for an escape. The ground begins to shake and more ash vanishes from in front of me. Tears sting my waterline; they beg to fall down my face at a steady pace. The ground shakes with meaning from side to side, the floor cracks right down the middle taking me with it. âShh shh, youâre okay. Youâre with meâ, he whispers into my ear holding me tightly. I calm slightly hearing his voice but my breath is still labored and my disobedient tears finally fall. The sound of me inhaling in high pitch shows my discomfort, my fear which is a struggle to decipher is real. This isn't how it goes; not normally; I should be okay now. I should be back to steady breathing and back into my reality but I see the ash with every blink. Peeta is quick to panic now too, sitting up throwing the blankets off our warm bodies. My lungs are constricting against my chest and I hear a piercing ring in my ears. My hands cup around my ears out of instinct to block the parade of noise over taking my senses. Peeta pulls on my shoulder and lays me on my back also putting his hands over my ears: right on top of mine. Peeta lays his body weight on top of my chest, demonstrating deep breaths for me to follow. We are face to face, our foreheads touching much like the rest of our bodies. My breathing slows after what feels like forever and its just quietâŚour hands still cupping my ears. Peeta slips his hands off of mine when he hears my heart beat settle, I take my now shaky hands off my own ears and look down at my lover. He looks at me without a second to spare, the pressure from my body is removed and he sits up against the bed post with his arms open. I crawl into his arms feeling safe. âDo you want to talk about it?â, He asks sweetley rubbing up and down my arm soothingly. I bury my face into the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms securely around his body, âNot yetâ. He doesn't push it, Peeta whispers out a light âokayâ and lays his head onto mine, holding me securely. Time passes slowly, we are both just laying with each other waiting for movement. âAre you hungry? I can make us some foodâ, Peeta asks only slightly worried about how much time they have spent in bed. I grip his shirt tightly scared that he will move and leave me by myself; but I know Peeta cant bring himself to do that. I shake my head no curling up even more into his embrace, âBaby you have to eat. This is the second time you've missed breakfastâ, he muttered into my hair. I know what he is saying is true, I have to stay healthy, we agreed it was the best thing to do. Keep a routine, its extremely important to take care of the people he loves, this is no expectation. But when im with him the world stills and my memories still and no longer are at the forefront of my mind. Maybe I can skip breakfast one more time. âLets just lay here a little longerâ, I move my head to look at him, âPlease?â I ask hopefully. For a moment I think I got my way because Peeta stayed silent and looked at me with patience and love. Then my body is being moved into a sitting position alongside Peeta. âSorry Honey we canât todayâ, he hold my face with both hands staring into my eyes. We lean in and our lips touch softly and we part with a quiet smack.Â
THIS IS A PEETA MELLARK X READER (JUST A GIF^^^^).
The Gold- Pheobe Bridgers (Inspiration and some lyrics used). First-person POV of the reader.
"I don't think I love you anymore", he mutters without confidence. The winter chill is biting at his cheeks and his hands are shaking. Peeta Mellark no longer loves the girl that risked everything for him in that arena. The same Peeta Mellark that kissed me in the cave, convinced he would die. The same Peeta Mellark that told me his dying wish was to feel my lips on his. Our cave's collapsing. What more can I do? What could I say to convince him to stay to not ruin me like this? "Is this what you want Peeta? Do you want me to leave?", I say gravitating towards him out of burning instinct. His shaking hands rub against his pant leg and he nods slowly looking away. I feel the burn in my chest increase, and my throat is closing. He wants to hurt me I can feel it, he wants me to stay away for as long as possible. If he didn't, I know he wouldn't have confirmed what he was saying with a "yes I want you gone". Then the anger hits.
That anger that I tried to shield away from him, I would never yell at Peeta. I never yelled at Peeta. I storm past him and slam the door open in victor's village. I don't care enough to close the front door. It's not my house anyways. I hear the front door close and footsteps follow me when I enter his bedroom. My head is pounding and I can only hear one thing at a time. I can only focus on one thing or maybe I'm tuning him out to save myself the heartbreak. I throw open the drawers and sink to my knees digging through the clothes to find what belonged to me. Now he's not the only one shaking. "What are you doing right now? Hello?!", Peeta was yelling at me. Peeta was yelling at me. Everyone has said that phrase before, 'it felt like the world stopped'. They have no fucking clue. My hands fly towards my head to cup my ears to stop the ringing, to stop all the yelling. It's all too much. Too much.
"Please it's all too much. It's too much". My eyes are squeezed together and all I can do is rock back and forth in order to soothe myself. I feel his presence beside me I feel his soothing touch on my back but it's so much worse. All my senses are working against me and it's pathetic. I get broken up and then I throw a fit... then a panic attack. His arms wrap around me and I can vaguely hear him talking, he is making this so much harder. "No! No! GET OFF OF ME! Please I can't", tears streaming down my face burning my cheeks. He should've done it when he had the chance. Peeta Mellark sat here and burdened himself for a month putting on a show just for me. All that when he could've stabbed a knife through my heart in the arena. It's ironic that he chose a different route, a different way of killing me. "I'm here. You have to breathe. Breathe for me", I hear him say desperately his hands still shaking while holding me tightly. I exhale heavily and say it, "You should've killed me in the arena Peeta". His grip loosens and he sits back on his heels. Maybe his world stopped too.
His voice breaks, "What?". I can hear the tears he will soon shed and things start to get a little clearer. I made Peeta Mellark cry. "It would've saved you a lot of suffering", he grabs my wrist making me meet his watering eyes. "Do you really think that? Do you think I would kill you?", I bite my lip to stop the sobs that I want to let free. The tears that have been begging to be let free. I can't answer him not when he's looking at me like that. The tears in his eyes make me question if he really wants this. His hands now sit on my cheeks making me look into his eyes just like he is with mine. He scooches closer to me where our knees are touching, "Listen to me when I say this. I would never, in a million years harm you". I move my head and close my eyes letting a sob slip past my lips at the words. He pushes my head up again making me look at him for the third time, "Do you understand me? I love you. I can't even imagine hurting you". I nod in his hold breaking free from his hands to hug him.
"I don't want to lose you. Im so sorry Peeta", he squeezes me tighter breathing out both of us and relaxing a little bit more. "You're not losing me I'm right here. I thought I was doing what was best for you", I shake my head now gripping the back of his shirt the sobs subsiding. He rocks us back and forth, "Im right here. Always".
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I need to be a better poster if we are being real here. I see the requests but some of them are hard to get to because of motivational reason. You guys can send requests but I think im going to just write stories I want to. Just because I want to write good quality things not half assed yk?Â
Note: for reference ^^^ + this is a x reader don't fret
He couldn't fathom the reason why everything goes against his original plan. He couldn't come up with a reason for why they would save Katniss but not him. For the longest time, everything was about Katniss and the fake romance. Katniss made it clear after the first game that the romance was a survival tactic and that he should move on. So Peeta tried to move on as much as he could while still being in the confines of the capital and while they forced him to speak out about his ex âloverâ. Part of him was forced to move on and the other part was because he met you. The first two weeks at the capital went relatively smoothly. Majority of the time he was stuck in those connected cells staring at the ceiling or talking to you his neighbor. Peeta has only seen glimpses of your face in his time at the capital, and that's when youâre dragged down the hallway pleading for forgiveness. When he sees your face he is reminded that you're not just a voice on the other side of the cement walls, you're here in the capital with him. So in the moments where the guards come in to torture answers out of you and Peeta, he didn't feel alone. The capital gets bored easily, when they continue the same thing every day they think it's not enough. Instead of hurting you and Peeta simultaneously, they went with a different approach, seeing as the romance sprouting was intriguing. They injected tracker jacker serum into his arm waiting for the hallucinations to start, and when they did you could hear her voice boom through the room. You could hear Katniss talk badly about Peeta⌠you hear the threats she âsaidâ to him. Your heart stung for Peeta⌠Peeta the man you've grown to love. You press yourself up against the cool concrete of your cell hearing his whimpers not knowing what is real. âPeetaâŚPeeta talk to me so I know you're okay⌠pleaseâ, he only whimpers and groans in response. You slam your palm against the wall getting agitated with helplessness, so you take that risk. You climb on the back of the porcelain toilet and raise up in order to talk through the window with steel bars making it hard to see through. But it's just enough spaceâŚjust enough space to get a glimpse of him. You bang on the bars making Peeta perk up immediately assuming the worst, âPeeta!â. He whips his head in the direction of your voice and his shoulders release the pent-up tension he was holding onto. âHowâd you get up there?â, you giggle trying to lighten up the situation and tell him. He glances at the back of his own toilet shuffling over to it and coming face to face with the bars similar to you. Peeta sighs missing the close proximity of someone he's comfortable with, he lays his forehead on the bars exhausted. You don't say anything because what can you really say? Try and comfort him. No amount of comfort can fix something so painful. Peeta shakes his head while speaking, âEverything is blurring together and it's hard to remember what's real. It's like nothing is realâ. His voice cracks when he says nothing because that would include you⌠the woman he's grown to love. You slip your hands through the bars putting them on the side of his face, âI am real. You can ask me every day, every hour, and every minute. I will tell you that I am realâ, Peeta just nods lightly huffing out a breath at the comforting contact he has longed for. Peeta moves his hands to rest on top of yours while he smiles just a little to settle your nerves, âMy love for you is also real Peeta and we are making it out of hereâ. His head springs up as fast as it can while he processes. You clarify yourself before he thinks he is obliged to do anything, âYou don't have to say it backâ, Peeta just nods once again making your heart crack just a tiny bit, he removes his hands from yours but kisses your right hand before stepping off the back of the toilet.Â
"Where is she?â, he says struggling to get off the bed and remove his IV. Haymitch pushes Peeta back down just the chest telling him to calm down before someone gets hurt. Peeta weakly pushes Haymitch away asking him again, âWhere is she Haymitch?!â. âKatniss?â, Peeta visibly tenses at the name trying not to fall into the flashback of the capital. Peeta starts yelling getting irritated with the lack of answer and compliance, âNo Y/N. Where is she?!â. Haymitch looked confused for a second obviously expecting a completely different question from Peeta, âUhhhhhâ. Bang. And the door slams open making a dent in the wall from the force, Peeta shuffles the rest of the way off the bed crashing into you. Your hand cradles the back of his head pulling his face down into the crevice of your neck while you do the same to him. âI was so scared I would never see you againâ, you sob into his embrace holding onto him like a lifeline. He shakes his head almost telling himself that he would never allow that, he would've found you. Haymitch slipped out of the room scratching his head in oblivious confusion while standing beside a dejected Katniss watching from the glass. Peeta holds your face as you did once before and speaks the words you dreamed of hearing, âMy love for you is real tooâ. Your face breaks out into a huge grin and you engulf him in a tight hug again making him laugh quietly. Today was the first time Peeta was able to feel the warmth of your hugs, the closeness of your voice, and the softness of your lips.
I didn't even realize I had like 7 requests till this very day which is insane. Im going to write for Peeta Mellark first and then kinda go down the line. And all requests are welcome but Im a slow shitty writer guys. Don't be mad my stinks.
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Summary: Paul phases and hurts the reader⌠angst asf
(We gon pretend they have clothes when they shift back đŤĄ).
Watching anger rack through the person you love is painful in itself. Itâs worse when that anger is directed towards you. Sometimes the littlest things set him off, ruining his steak of not having a outburst. Paulâs main focus point was safety, your safety specifically. If anyone were to challenge the comfort and safety of his girl, it wouldnât be pretty. The same thing applies when his girl wants to walk into a house full of dangerous people. You just wanted to help the past two weeks Paul has told you to stay at Sam and Emilyâs till he got back. Yes itâs true there is a vampire out there but itâs not hunting you. Itâs hunting Bella. All you want to do is take some of the work load off of Paul by conversing with the Cullenâs and seeing what their plan is. Itâs almost like you can feel the exhaustion in Paulâs bones as he fights sleep when your talking. The whole pack is in Emily and Samâs house planning, and eating all the muffins. Paul is sitting on the arm of the couch beside you listening intently only turning away from Sam to offer you a bite of his chocolate muffin. You shake your head no, you make the decision this is the best time to bring up your idea. You stand up from the couch watching Paul instinctively straighten up as you move. âGuys I was thinking, now that Jake canât talk to the Cullenâs (Edward is pissed at him) I shouldâŚ.go talk to themâ you say in a mutter but everyone hears. Paul is already standing up with a scowl on his face about to speak before Sam beats him to it. âLike over the phone?â, Sam says pulling Emily into his side securely. You fidget a little under everyoneâs eyes peering through you. You knew that Paul was getting frustrated waiting for you to finish before he speaks his mind. âUmm⌠noâ, Paul rushes out the front door shoving past Quil. Itâs silent for a moment then the slam of the screen door makes Sam sigh shaking his head. âIâll think about itâ, you nod with a shy smile before stepping around some of the boys to make it outside as well. His shoulders rise stiffly and his lip quivers as he tries to calm himself down. He feels so enraged that you even considered risking your life like that, especially by the likes of the Cullenâs. He starts to shake even more when he sees you walk out of the house, the only thing on his mind is losing you. You stand in front of Paul with a worried expression, your arms folded over your chest. âLook Paul, I just want to help. Iâve seen how exhaustedâ, Paul cuts you off quickly a animalistic sound rumbling through his chest. âThatâs not your job, never will be. So donâtâ: Paul takes another deep breath, heâs still shaking thinking of you getting hurt. Paul has always been a hot head so it doesnât surprise you completely that heâs getting fired up. As Paulâs imprint your presence is supposed to calm him down him down in a matter of seconds. Instead he starts to shake more, you can only think of one thing when you realize. Am I really his imprint? Can you lose a imprint? These questions make it hard to think so what you say next isnât the most thought through comment at all. âI understand why your mad Paul. I do. But what are they gonna do? Drink my blood? Kill me?â you say not believing it yourself. Paul takes a tiny step back and his breathing becomes more erratic, his teeth grits together uncontrollably. He tries his hardest to get it under control, but his muscles start to tighten and his body whips around quickly. Not for one moment did you think Paul was capable of hurting you. So thereâs no need to move right? Just talk to him he will be ok⌠thatâs what Sam said to do. âPaul calm downâ, he keeps whipping around and his growls sound more and more animalistic, âPAULâ you yell and then it happens. You were only five feet away if that, that distance wouldnât be enough to protect you, not for a second. Maybe it was fate for this to happen, donât the ancestors have this happen for a reason? Nail scratch down your left arm, so quick you thought you had imagined it.
But blood flows down your arm, dripping off your finger tips and onto the once green grass. It takes a good 3 seconds for Paul to realize what had happened, he caused you to be in pain. He forces himself to shift back and kneel next to you, right where you collapsed. So many things ran through him in that moment, blood loss? Fear? âŚsheâs scared of me. His hands shake but not out of anger out of absolute terror, he picks up your arm coating his hands in blood. Then it hits him, heâs not alone he can help you. Paul holds pressure on a part of your arm in attempt to stop the bleeding, the blood flows just as quick as his tears. âSAM, please please, SAM HURRYâ he screams and the screen door slams again and the boys as well as Emily run outside. Sam runs towards you to examine your arm, pushing Paul slightly to the side to get a better view, he immediately starts ordering the rest of the group to get supplies. Emily stands out front one hand touching the long scar across her face, while tears spill out of her eyes. Paul isnât in a good state his hands find the sides of your face shakily covered in crimson blood. âIâm so sorry honey. Iâm sorryâ his voice cracks while his thumbs move across your cheekbones, a action you adored. It feels like itâs been hours of grief, crying, terror but itâs only when Sam uses that commanding voice to talk to Paul that he starts to grasp time again. âPaul I need to carry her inâ, Sam says a arm already under his legs. Paul shakes his head no quickly saying the same reply verbally as well, Paul slips a arm under your head and legs hoisting you up. He walks you inside the house laying you down on the guest room bed. Paul kneels beside the bed holding your hand only looking at your face for roughly a hour, till the room door creaks. He doesnât move, heâs not even curious whoâs standing in the door way they donât matter. They arenât her. âPaul Iâm here to check on herâ, Paul stands up quick enough to startle Carlisle. âGet. Out.â, Carlisle turns his head slightly to look at Sam for guidance. Even Sam is unsure what to do. Carlisle decides to be bold and approach you, a growl leaves Paul. So protective everyone in the living room is stunned by the volume it reaches. Carlisle backs up and enters the living room again talking to Sam to see if they patched you up properly sense he cannot see for himself. Paul stares at the door way for another second before kneeling next to you again, taking your hand for many more hours to come.
a/n: finished this in a couple hours last night :D
summary: during a winter storm, paulâs car breaks down on the side of the road, at a time in which rampant vampires are running wild
warnings: mentions of anxiety
word count: 1.3k (exactly omg)
It was a stupid idea to begin with. The roads were slowly becoming fully covered with snow, but you two wanted to stay at the lookout for just a little while longer, enjoying the peaceful view and getting away from civilization for a while.
However, it was now dark out, even though it was only six oâclock, and there was no indication of a road in front of you.
âPaul, why donât we just pull over for now and wait till the morning,â you offer, your anxiety rising as he swerves due to some ice on the road.
âBabe, you really wanna stay in this truck for twelve fucking hours?â He snaps, though not too harsh, it was coming from a place of security and protectiveness.
âIâd rather that than attempt to drive and fall off the fucking road into a ditch,â you reply. Paul glances over at you and right away, he can sense your worry. He sighs softly and carefully maneuvers his beloved truck down the road.
âIâll try to be as careful as I can, baby, but I want to get back home so youâre not freezing in here.â
âYou do realize that you have a super high body temperature that could keep me warm all night?â You joke. Paul laughs along with you and shrugs his shoulders.
âI know, but I donât-no, no, no no!â He groans as a clicking noise sounds from the truck, the engine giving out just as he pulls onto the side of the âroadâ, thankfully on the side with the wall of rock, so there was no way to skid off the edge and into the forest.
âFucking shit,â Paul mutters to himself, trying to turn the car on. But itâs no use. The truck was completely broken down, and there was no way to jump start it.
There was most likely no one else out at the moment, so no passing cars could be of help. The pack was away for the night and wouldnât return until the morning, deterring some new group of vampires that was terrorizing the town.
âWell, good thing we have some leftovers,â you murmur, trying to lighten the mood. Paul glances over at you and smiles, grabbing your hand.
âIâm sorry. We shouldâve left earlier,â Paul says, shaking his head and looking down in his lap.
âI also wanted to stay, so itâs just as much my fault as it is yours,â you tell him, hoping it makes him feel better. âBut Iâm glad that youâre not gonna be driving anymore tonight because itâs really scaring me.â
Paulâs face falls and guilt settles in his chest. He shouldâve listened to his instincts when he first felt your nerves arise.
âBaby, I didnât mean to scare you, itâsâŚâ he tapers off, nervous about telling you his true feelings. However, heâs also cut off by you shivering, the cold temperature outside starting to seep inside.
His protectiveness kicks in and he hops into the backseat, motioning for you to join him. But you are unable to gracefully climb into the back, so you get ready to hop out and just get in through the backseat door, but Paul stops you.
âI donât want you going out there, even if itâs for a split second,â he begs. You stare at him in disbelief.
âIâm not gonna get frostbitten in two seconds.â The look in Paulâs eyes tells you something else is up, so you sit back in your seat, looking at the space that you have to crawl over.
Finally, you manage to stumble back with Paul, falling into his arms, which wrap around you to make sure you didnât fall off the seat and onto the floor. Your giggles fill the car and Paul grabs a blanket from the trunk while you get comfortable, picking up the picnic basket and finding something to snack on for now.
Paul throws the blanket around your shoulders for now, you curling into his side, finally relaxing into his body.
âSee, this isnât so bad,â you whisper when you finish your snack. Paul chuckles and kisses your forehead.
âFor now. Just wait till it drops to ten degrees later in the night.â
âBut at least this gives us more time to talk,â you point out.
âOr make out?â Paul offers. You gaze up at him, finding him smirking down at you. A similar smirk tugs at your lips and your hand trails up to his neck to pull him down to you.
Forty-five minutes go by, and you could already tell the temperature was beginning to drop. But with Paul beside you, it wasnât a big issue. You end up throwing a second cover over his body, just to lock the heat in so that you could feel it more.
He even slipped his shirt off to allow you to feel his burning skin, which you very much enjoyed.
âDoesâŚdoes you not wanting me to go out there have to do with that group of vampires?â You ask during a lull in the conversation.
Youâve been stuck for about four hours now, and it was coming to the point where you had no idea what to talk about anymore. So, you decide to bring this up.
âWho told you?â Paul mumbles, upset that the pack secret had gotten out. Sitting up from his chest, you grab his hand.
âEmily. It slipped out and I promised I wouldnât say anything but-â
âShh,â he coos, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, âitâs okay. I figured one of the other girls would tell you because the guys tell them everything.â
âThen how come you didnât say anything to me?â
He pauses and carefully thinks over his words, his mouth falling open and closing as he does.
âI didnât want to worry you,â he finally says. âI know you had a close call with Victoria, and I didnât want to frighten you with another set of vampires. I knew the pack would be able to drive them up north, so there wasnât any real worry, but of course vampires are unexpected, so who knows what wouldâve happened.â
âAnd you were scared that they could be around us and smell me when I stepped out of the car?â You could feel your anxiety rising once again, and this time, Paul senses it immediately.
âHey, hey,â he whispers, cradling your face in his hands. âYeah, I wasâŚbut again, I didnât want to scare you. Youâre safe with me, like you always are. I promise.â You nod and curl back into his chest, sighing softly.
âPaul?â Your voice rings out in the still air, after a few minutes of nothing.
âHm?â
âHold me tighter?â You softly beg. Paulâs heart aches in his chest at the tone of your voice. But, he obeys your wish and tightens his grip, pulling you as close to his body as possible.
âDo you wanna switch positions? Do you want me to spoon you, or is this okay?â He asks. You hum happily, snuggling your face into his neck, a small grin displayed on your lips.
âNo, this is perfect. Thank you.â He kisses your head softly and rests his cheek in the spot afterwards.
âGet some rest, alright, baby? Iâll call Emily in the morning for her and Sam to come help once heâs awake.â You nod against his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on the heat surrounding you and the feel of his body next to yours.
It always did the trick to get you to sleep, and within minutes, you were out like a light, but Paul stayed awake, keeping a lookout to make sure no one else was around and that you were safe.
Though you knew you were safe with Paul, no matter what.
Getting this out of my drafts đŠâđŚ˛đ§ââď¸
I took a more modern approach with this tiny piece right here đ¤. If your someone who wears bras you obviously know about the bras that clip in the back. Jakeâs tries so hard to be sexy and unclip your bra with one hand, but he just fails miserably. He spends two minutes trying to unclip it while playing it off and then for the next 3 minutes he doesnât care. He starts groaning in irritation, looking at his hand cursing himself, eventually though youâll put your hand on his bicep and look at him amused. Jake presses his lips together in a fine line looking back at you before sighing dramatically, and spinning you around and unhooking it with both hands.
Jake is absolutely hooked on being the nurturing husband and coming home to his partner to comfort him or please him. Loves hearing your sounds fall from your mouth when heâs barely touching you. He gets so much pride from it. Likes when his partner challenges his authority so he can fuck the attitude out of them <3.
Missionary guy idc what anyone says
âŚsub Jake is a yes
If it wasnât obvious already Jake became even more protective of you when bearing your first born. He was apprehensive to let you go hunting or do any hard labor because he didnât want to risk his childâs health along with yours. Heâs one of those husbands to just agree with you when angry especially during pregnancy. Like when your yelling at him for letting the food, you instructed him to keep a eye on, burn. Youâll sit down in frustration breathing heavy from so much movement, âIâm sorry honey. Iâll pay more attention next timeâ. Heâll put his hands on your stomach while apologizing.
He was so excited about baby names for his children. Would lay awake with you going through various names that stuck out to him. Was over the moon when you told him he could pick the name if your child was a boy. âNeteyam!â, Jake yelled holding your first born up trying not to cry from how much he adores his child. One of his favorite moments of the day would be listening to you sing Neteyam a lullaby to sleep (maybe his song cord).
Jake liking to be praised isn't just sexual he enjoys that shit any day of the week. Before the children, he would try his hardest to impress you just to hear you say "good job Jakesully" while smiling at him.
When you guys became a mated pair you'd tease him with his praise kink all the time. Whenever Jake would hold the correct form during archery you'd stand next to him and whisper into his ear, "so good". He gets so flustered and embarrassed he lets go of the arrow and it flies into a tree making him miss his target. Or maybe while feasting you will brag on Jake's excelling progress and you'll touch his arm while explaining how well he was at everything. Jake was still new to his Navi body and how it works so he was very bad at hiding his blush or body language.
Poor baby will never ask you to praise him in bed though you'll just have to know how much it turns him on. You're on top of him after sparing grinding on his lap moaning into kisses. Jake strives off of making you feel good strictly before he worries about his pleasure at all. He rubs your clit at the flow of your hips just to elicit more sweet sounds from you. You pull at his hair as your head lolls back in pleasure, "you feel so good jake". Jake groans and pushes up against you grabbing your hips and aiding your movements.
Or when Jake has had a rough day when patrolling you'll drag him to your "spot" and sit him down. You trace your hand down his chest and body and then over his loincloth while sweet talking him, "has my mate had a bad day? want me to help?". He shudders under you breathing heavily trying to control himself, "mhm yea".
teasing him to no end... "filling me up so good Jake" he has to hold himself back from cumming on the spot.
stroking his cock while talking him through his orgasm, "so good f'me" or "gonna me make cum". Loves knowing that he makes you feel so good.
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Jake Sully is so âBig Jet Planeâ by Angus and Julia Stone.
I wanna hold her
I wanna kiss her
He had two jobs while he was in pandora, get intel of the Navi tribes and learn their ways for Graces studies. One person canât predict to fall in love, Jake knew what the Omaticayan people thought of him. Jake Sully was demon blood, a outsider, but most of all heâs not true Navi. The chiefs daughter was instructed to teach Jake the Navi way, she took pride in her teaching and simply refused the possibility of failure. She was the most beautiful creature heâs ever seen, nothing could compare to her. Jake was engulfed by her presence everyday of his life and he couldnât be more happy. Grace told him to not make a pass on you because it would be considered to be disrespectful, but he was drawn to you. He was drawn to the freckles across your face and that rare smile that shows your pointy fangs. Everything fell into place when the clan accepted him as a Omaticayan, so now he will be heard and maybe even seen.
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy
âThey sent me here to learn your ways. So one day I could bring this message and you would believe itâ you push him back a little bit by his harm holding him there and drawing his attention to you. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion try to make eye contact, âWhat are you saying Jake? You knew this would happen?â, your hands move away from his body, realization dawning on you. He looks directly at you unwavering, âYes at first it was just ordersâ his heart breaks a little bit when you back away from him looking wounded. His hands reach out for you as his voice drops to a almost whisper, âAnd then everything changed ok? I fell in love, I fell in love with youâ his hands falling in your shoulders. Your eyes drop from his looking down, your ears tilting downwards in sorrow, âw-with the forest and the Omaticayan peopleâ he says smiling trying to fix the betrayal. You push him back a little, smacking at his arms lightly not daring to make eye contact with him, âI trusted youâ you say backing away. His hands follow you again but still they get moved, â I trusted youâ you say louder smacking his arms again but harder this time. He continues to speak trying to win you back to stop this pain. You yell at him in Navi tongue looking him in the eyes before shielding away, you shove him back hitting his chest glaring. âYou will never be one of the people!â you grit out at him almost shaking with anger and despair. âPlease, pleaseâ Jake pleads voice cracking watching you flinch away from him. Grace tried to speak on his behalf earning nothing but dirty looks.
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Many Navi lives were lost in the war against the sky people Jake did everything he could in the time he was cut loose from captivity. The next time he seen you was in the middle of the forest your body thrown over your fathers. You blamed him for everything in that moment, the destruction of your home, the death of your father, and the oblivion of your trust. The only thing that could bring you back to him was a sign of eywa herself. Jake being Toruk Makto was the sign. After the Omaticayan people won the war the pairs relationship was so much better. Of course things changed in regards to the growth of the forest and also Jake being the new chief.
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
He was aiding you through the pregnancy of your first born. The first trimester was the hardest for Jake to help through. The morning sickness was so painful to watch, Jake couldnât stand seeing his mate cry out from disgust. When he would hear the gagging every morning before he was usually awake he would immediately run further into the forest to find you. He sighs in relief seeing that you are ok, yet he still grimaces seeing you hunched over breathing ragged. Jake sits by you every morning paying no attention to the sickness displayed on the floor. He will hold your hair up and rub your back whispering sweet nothings into your ear until your done. Youâll take a moment, no longer dry heaving into the grass but then emotions over take you every once in a while. You start breaking down sobbing still hunched over your face too close to the ground for Jake to handle. He pulls you into his lap your head resting on his chest, âHey hey, no need for the tears hmm?â. Your hands grasp onto his shoulders as he rocks you back and forth in attempt to comfort. âPlease donât cry baby, your breaking my heartâ he says smiling down at your rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You quiet down and lay in his embrace until you fall asleep again leaving Jake to carry you back to bed.
Gonna hold ya,
Gonna kiss ya in my arms
Your son Neteyam was beautiful and he was so kind and mature at a young age. Neteyam brought you and Jake so much pride and he was so protective of his siblings. Neteyam always told his parents how much he loved family time so thatâs what the family did. The family would go out a skip rocks together Loâak hitting Neteyam pretending that it was a accident. Jake scolds Loâak trying not to laugh at Neteyams bewildered facial expression. âItâs ok Loâakâ Neteyam jumps onto Loâak tackling him and ticking him until he surrenders which take a few minutes considering how stubborn he is. When the night goes dark everyone lays in the same hammock Jake holding everyone securely. He has to feel everyone touching him to ensure they are safe before he can truly fall asleep and stay that way. Jake letting Kiri, you and Tuk braid his hair and put beads in them. Eventually Loâak and Neteyam will cave and ask their sisters and mother to fix their hair. All the children watch their father burn food when youâre out on a hunting trip. Jake extinguishes the fire and then tells all the children to come close to them, he bends down and tells them âto never bring this up to your momâ. Kiri will stick her tongue out at him and the rest of the children will laugh leading to Jake chasing them all around and holding them close. Family Ikran rides through the air everyone discussing how hard they banked to the right. Neteyam finding everyone in his family matching stones to symbolize âsullys stick togetherâ. Self defense classes with Jake and Neteyam always winning at fights.
