The Martikovs enjoying a quiet evening together after a busy day at the tavern 🕯

So

I propose this

Minnie: Sirius Black called me 'mum' by accident today

Horace: Really? Regulus accidentally called me 'dad'

Minnie: they're very traumatised

Remember kids, Nazis don't deserve their kneecaps.

Could you please write something for Netayam in which he discovers that the word "sir" turns him on?

Neteyam x female reader, minors dni 🔞

It comes out as nothing more than a joke at first.

The words had barely left your lips and you could already see Neteyams eyes widen. At first it was surprise, but then there was something else that was written on his face. His lips stretched wide into a grin and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows in confusion.

"Say that again", he tells you, his voice suddenly low, sending a wave of goosebumps all over your body.

Neteyam and you had been spending the past couple of hours together. You had asked– no, begged him to tutor you and help you get better at hunting with the bow. Who else should you have asked if not him, the best warrior of your clan, a great hunter and, on top of all, future olo’eyktan too. It was an honor for you and more than just a surprise that he had actually agreed to help you.

Which made the whole situation even more embarrassing for you, as it already was.

"W-What?", you chuckle at him, completely clueless about what was going on with him now, "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, don’t play dumb on me now", Neteyam smirks, "Thought you were a smart girl, hm?" He tilts his head as he speaks, causing some of his braids to fall over his shoulder and you gulp audibly.

"I am, b-but…"

"C‘mon, it sounded so pretty coming from you", Neteyam leans in just a little closer, one of his hands reaching to caress your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over your soft bottom lip.

"Y-Yes, sir", you repeat your previous words, less jokingly this time and more in a hushed whisper and your cheeks turn into a deep shade of red.

With a groan, he dips his head back and breathes, "Ah there it is. Fuck, you really have no idea what you’re doing to me."

Sooo

me: what do you mean

my desktop:

Oh my god... could you imagine

It doesn't matter what the setting is. When you're sat in his lap or slotted against him, he's got a hand necklacing your collar in a soft hold.

It's gentle in the way his thumb traces up and down as he speaks to other na'vi – paying no mind to your shifting thighs or the obvious wet spot that's dampened his striped thigh from the lick of your throbbing cunt.

Its almost tortuous — the stroke his his thumb over your pulse, the heat of his palm at the base of your neck, and the thick flex of his thigh under your fluttering pussy.

"Jake," you try, letting yourself relax into the grasp of his hand.

"Hm?"

Hes not really paying attention, too focused on his na'vi friends showing him their game from the last hunt.

"Jake." You try again, letting your voice fall into a hmph.

He doesn't say anything. Rather, he places his free hand on the inside of your thigh. Enrapturing you in the reminder of how much bigger he is than you.

His striped knuckles dwarf your soft thigh, long digits nearly wrapping around the plush of it.

It's a gentle yet stern reminder to behave. You're on his terf, in his lap, in his clan, his forest, and his friends.

You let yourself settle into the soft of it again, and when Jake realizes you're done acting out, he presses a kiss to your temple. He whispers praise of how good you're being, how he only rewards good girls. This, you know well.

"M'trying," you nod at his words.

"I know you are." Jake squeezes the soft of your thigh, "maybe, if you're still being good by the end of tonight, I'll give you a present. How's that sound?"

You nod excitedly, careful not to slip from his lap.

"Yes, please!"