So Jake was going to acknowledge all along that Spider was basically his kid as well? But also… he didn’t really want him?

Quaritch: "Jake Sully! You hear me, Corporal? I've got your kids! How you copy that?" 😠

Jake: "New phone, who dis?"

Quaritch: "..."

Quaritch: "It's ME! Quaritch! Your archnemesis!"

Jake: "Who??? You're breaking up, I can't hear you."

Quaritch: "It's me, dammit! Quaritch! THE MAIN VILLAIN OF THIS FRANSCHISE!"

Jake: "Rich who? Oh, man. This is one of those Nigerian prince scams, isn't it? Listen here, buddy, I 'aint got no rich uncles dying abroad and leaving me money, and I don't want any, K, thanks, bye."

Quaritch: "What—"

Jake, talking to Neytiri: "Babe, can you believe this? How did they get on Pandora anyway? Jesus Christ, scammers these days..." 🙄

Quaritch: "Wait—"

Warnings: MDNI, thigh riding, slapping, soft dom reader, subby ao'nung, soft kuru-play.

Summary: You've had enough of Ao'nungs teasing in public, but now that you're both alone, you're about to take him into your soft, capable hands.

Here ya filthy animals!!!!

[ The sound of skin meeting skin echoed momentarily before the Metkayinans voice cut it in half with his staggered moan, the sight of the red building upon his teal cheek almost immediately making itself known. "Mawey.." You urged the hand you'd used coming back down to gently brush the spot you'd so roughly wounded, the length of your hand drawling down his neck to the bare flat of his chest. Oh, the sight of him, eyes blurring with big puffy tears, his ears flat against his head in submission, hands helplessly trying to move you across the length of his thigh. "B-but Y/n— I-I-It's been-" You hushed him, palm now flat against his torso to aid you in leverage as you stroked your aching core across his strong leg, the outline of your delicate pussy lips beckoning the slick to pool and spread through the fabric. "You're doing so well, so so well.. Just a little more for me.. Yes, just like that 'Nung!~"

The throb of his member didn't go unnoticed at your side, just the sight of its thick girth and lengthy shaft making your head go into a lustful and desire filled tizzy. "Yaaawne— Ngh- Please-" The boy begged below you, hips bucking harshly into the air, the embarrassingly loud slap of his member against his stomach making your lips curl mischievously upward before you teasingly let out a haughty moan while sliding your body up once again on his thigh. Finally, your fingers found their way to him, the delicate palm of your hand wrapping around his cock firmly before jerking it forward to hear his staggered and choked breaths. The pace was set, and his voice ever growing as you wiggled in his lap, hips spreading the schlick that connected his thigh to the pulsing heat of your needy cunt.

"Ao'nung—" The softness was gone from your throat, the feeling now being scratched at the very back of it, strained with each and every sound that left as your beloved took hold of your braided kuru in his palm as he brought it up to his lips to gently nip at the tentacles that danced in search of his own queue. The bright strings entwined onto his tongue, connecting with a hiss to him as he sucked and lapped needily for you. He was begging, the feeling so obvious you could feel it in your queue as your hips picked up in pace, that coil returning to your stomach tenfold as it had earlier. Ao'nung writhed, rubbing his cock the best he could against your hand as you lightly began to tug and get him pulsing with a need.