Neytiri can confidently say this was the best day she’s had in her entire life. I mean, look at where she’s at. She’s dancing around the ceremony fire with her friends, watching her best friend awkwardly teach the newcomer the way of the fire dance. They bickered and cursed at each other, but when the other looked away they’d softly grin and release a sneaky chuckle.

And Neytiri watched it all with a fastening heart, watching as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. Both eyes say completely different things yet have that same mischievous glint in them. She didn’t know what was going on, why the two of you didn’t like each other, but she will soon figure it out.

In a way, she couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. Was it jealousy because Jake was so close to you? Or was it because she now had to… share you? It was strange… before now she never had to think about you… married before. Now that she sat there with her big eyes, watching the two of you stiffly dance to the beat, watching you yell and hiss at him to get it right, she’s never seen you act intimate with anyone else… but her. No known crushes, not even a lingering glance other than the one you’re currently dancing with. What… what is this?

She took it upon herself to step into the middle of both of you and intertwined your hands. “You both are doing great! Just… look at each other with less hate. Appreciate this moment, because who knows when it will happen again, hm?”

You thought to yourself, I wouldn’t mind that at all, and while it was true, you couldn’t help but enjoy the way your best friend smiled between the two of you, this, this is what you’d be getting out of this situation.

Her.

“___ invited me hunting today,” it was now a week later, and Jake sitting up at the lab/ dining table, half-eaten breakfast next to him, but it didn’t seem to interest him as he spoke to the camera. “She says she wanted to see how well Neytiri trained me. She also, as always, insulted me saying that we didn’t need a weak tracker and hunter… even though last week I proved her wrong with landing a shot on a storm beast.” He shrugs. No biggie.

He shakes his head, strong brow bones coming down in confusion as he glances outside, the shed they were in glass a bit foggy from the humidity.

“In reality, I think she just wants me closer so that she can study me. To watch me…” Looking back dead in the camera he sighs. “I don’t know what she thinks she knows, but I’ll figure it out soon. Sully out.”

“Okay-can you slow down a bit-“You suddenly turned around, a large blue hand covering his mouth. He looks at you weirdly, until his ear twitches from the sound of something stepping on a twig.

You look over to the side where you hear the movement, nose slightly flaring as you inhale the deep musky scent of a yerik.

Removing your hand from his face you put it on his shoulder with pressure, hinting for him to crouch, which he did.

Reaching behind you, you pull your bow from around you and look over to the avatar. This catches him off guard the look in your eyes is no longer annoyed, but instead serious, the amber in your eyes all he could see as your pupils shrink. Wield your bow. Don’t ever wait last minute.” As much as he thought you were going to spit fire at him, your voice was gentle, most likely because their prey had a strong sense of hearing.

Yet he was quick to listen to you, completely forgetting about the hunt once he watched you crouch into a low form to get closer to the noise.

“There.”

Two sets of yellow looked through the thick greenery, finding a small pack of yerik laying and grazing the grass. “You shoot.”

You looked over at him, tugging at his left hand. All of a sudden all that Neytiri taught him was fading by the second. Looking down at your hand over his arm, then back up to your blank stare, he swallowed his spit nervously before looking through the bushes again.

You watched his movements, watching as he spread his hips in his squatting position uncomfortably to pull his bow back. Before he could release his arrow, you stop him. He looks at you lost, but grateful from the pause of embarrassment.

Neytiri never taught him how to hunt from this angle. He could feel the slight burning of his thighs and his ankles shaking nervously. Without speaking you did a quick scan of your surroundings and placed down your weapon. He wasn’t about to ruin an easy hunt.

The bushes you sat behind weren’t tall, but they were dense, and thick so you couldn’t be seen. He needs to be lower. His spine needs to be straight; his hands need to be steady. As you go through the list you begin fixing his stance. Bringing him from the low painful crouch he wasn’t ready to be in yet, you bring him down to his knees.

Putting your hands on the inside of his thigh you pull them apart to get him lower. His breath quickens at this. What is going on?? You went from hating his guts to being completely fine with touching him, touching him way too much. At this point, he had his bow down as your calloused hands put him in position, and he, shockingly quietly and peacefully let you.

Stepping over his legs, you not so gently grabbed his arms and lifted them. “Do not wait last minute.” It was a low hiss, you hit his arm. With a silent ‘ow’ he welds his bow and directs the stone point to one of the yerik.

Without thinking much about it, you wanted to check his form. Going between his tensed thighs, you put his face near his, closing one of your eyes to line up his aim.

Badum badum badum bada bada bada

Oh god what’s that noise? Is that my heart? My chest feels like it’s going to explode. Jake takes in the fresh air around them aggressively, desperately trying to get his heart to slow down from its accelerating speed.

Both of your eyes open with a slight horror as one of the deer-like animals twists its long neck toward your direction. No! Pushing the male to the ground, the bow drops from his hands. “Next time, focus!” You say through gritted teeth. Snatching the bow from his hand- you picked up the discarded arrow and pointed the head through the thick bushes. Without hesitation, with all confidence, you released the arrow from your fingers and watched as it went through the temple of the prey.

Jake, although offended, watches with amazement painted on his face. He ignores the loud chirping and callings from the yeriks pack as they run from fear in the opposite direction. “How’d you…” Jake Sully was shocked. You wield a right-handed bow, a bow that was strictly made for him with ease. All that went through his head right now was the time he held Neytiris’s much heavier left-handed bow. It didn’t go well for him.

“Because you hesitate! I know Neytiri and I know for a fact she taught you better than to do that. It is dangerous. It could get you killed when dealing with enemies.” Dropping the bow with slight aggression, you stood up and hopped over the bush with your long legs to make a steady jog over to your kill.

You didn’t hear Jake make his way up to you, nor did you care as you squatted in front of the prey. You placed your hands gently on top of its head and neck, saying a quiet prayer before grabbing the arrow and pulling it out.

After a few seconds of silence, you chewed down on your jaw

“You said you were apart of a Clan called the jar heads. So why do you hesitate to kill.”

“How am I supposed to get a good aim when you’re breathing down my neck! I had the kill, just needed space.” He raised his voice at you, ego hurt. You didn’t have a brow, but if you did then it would be at your hairline right now. “Am I not talking to you with a calmed voice?” You looked back at him before standing up and stalking your way up to him.

“How am I supposed to be calm when you’re just-here! You’re so ugh!” He groans like a child, backing away from you to create some distance, to stay angry and irritated by you.

you scoffed at his childishness, watching as he moves his arms around aggressively. “I’m ugh? No Jake sully… you’re ugh. And weak. And stupid, and loud, and child like. And all you do is go around here acting like a freak!” Your voice raises just a tad, the word freak causing him to flinch as you spat it to him. It stung. “I came here to teach you- to try to bond with you for her. I came here to see what Neytiri saw in you but all I see is a coward who’s scared of touch! How are you meant to protect her hm?” Your finger pushed itself against his chest, pushing him just a tad but he stood his ground. “How are you meant to be one of us. One of the people, Omatikayn, Navi! When you cannot hunt under pressure, to kill.”

His feelings were hurt. His pride was hurt. But you were right. His mission was to spy on the people of this Forrest, to see what they’d want so that they can move before the bombs hit. Yet he still hasn’t brought up anything to the leaders of this clan, to Neytiri. So… why did your words sting? Why was he putting so much effort into this, knowing he could end it all with a few simple words.

You were regretting not letting go of the bow that night. You should’ve did it. You should’ve suffered those consequences. “Now you sit here in silence.” You scoffed, golden eyes scanning his body in disgust.

You should just do it right here, with your hands, no need to bloody your knife or waste your time pulling back the bow.

You step closer to the man across from you, but he steps back. He couldn’t run if he wanted to, his naked back hitting the rough bark of a tall tree.

“Tell me Jake Sully. How much do you love my friend.” Jake drags his eyes from the knife hitched on your waist and looks into the mostly black ones off your own. You were dangerous at this moment, everything around you a weapon. In a moment of weakness, Jake sully can confidently say that he was scared of you. And you didn’t even do anything. But talk in that smooth, slight rough voice he kinda liked. He was the prey in the situation, you the predator.

How much did he love Neytiri? He… “I… never admitted to-“ “you didn’t need to say it. The way you look at her is the same way i do as well… your heart, it beats fast just like mine does. Thinking about her, being near her, and smelling her scent. Your heart sings. You love her… we love her.” It was strange to say out loud. It was strange for Jake to hear it. “So how much do you love her.”

“A lot.” His voice cracks, he swallows hard. And there it was. Jake sully, the alien who comes from a star admits he’s in love with a native of pandora. For some reason, you found yourself calm. You didn’t expect this calmness, nor did Jake. But there you stood across from the one you wanted to kill and felt almost nothing. “You’ll kill for her Jake.” It was meant to be a question. But to Jake it was more of a command. One that he was willing to follow. “Yeah…”

That’s when he felt the touch of your hot hand on his hip, causing him to flinch, his back scraping against the bark as his spine straightens. Your hand slides down to his holster, your lingering touch causing his heart to race rapidly and the pores on his skin to rise in nervousness. You grab the handle of his knife before yanking it out of its sheath.

Your head tilted, beads clinking. “I might just grow to like you, Jake.” You’re about to put his false body through hell.

Jake sat there in the chair, mind fuzzy as he stares blankly at the table, camera looking at him recording. After the long buzzing silence, he spoke. “We hunted two more yerik… with knives. My body- the avatar is bruised, scratched up, and I think I dislocated my shoulder…I don’t know what she, meant by I’ll kill for Neytiri… but i…” he takes on a deep breath, mind racing from the night before, yet so empty. At this point he was using this professional journal as his personal one. The colonel will be very confused.

“It feels like I made a deal with the devil or something…She’s in love with her! I mean- that makes so much sense. The fact I’m just now seeing it is just.” He meant what he said that day, and that scared him. “The clan ate well that night. Used the leftovers for jerky, and leather…” he was rambling at that point until the familiar glint of red came to the corner of his eyes. “Hot wheels come on, time for studying.”

One month had passed.

You found yourself…changing-ugh-, though you’d fought it every step of the way.

For weeks you’d clung to your anger like armor, spitting venom at Jake when the weight of your fate felt too heavy to bear. Neytiri always “made” you hang out with him, to get to know him as she did. You bit the hook a few times, reluctantly.

They didn’t know about the arranged marriage Mo’at had spoke to you about, so it only made it weirder how this natural pull made you feel. You hated it. Well, you hated that you couldn’t stop it. And that it was getting easier to be around him. And how easier it was to be around him while he was around her.

You still missed the way things were before. Missed the clarity of loving Neytiri as your best friend, your heart, without the heavy shadow of duty hanging between you. Missed the freedom of despising Jake without consequence. Now, that old contempt had thinned into something complicated — fraying at the edges, softening against your will.

There were moments, brief and unsettling, when you caught yourself watching him too long, too closely. When his laughter — rare but real — tugged at something in your chest. When you saw Neytiri smile at both of you, with something like hope flickering in her eyes, and you wondered if maybe… maybe this path, forced though it may be, wasn’t entirely barren.

You hadn’t forgiven the world for what it had taken. Not yet. But survival stitched people together in ways you hadn’t expected. You still missed your old friends that died last year in the shooting, and Neytiri and Tsu’tey went everyday to pray to the ones they loved. Sylwanin

Then… you don’t realize that you’re being controlled by the love of your life. Neytiri sees it. She sees it all and she was doing all she could to make it happen. She saw it. She saw everything. She saw the cracks in your resolve before you did, saw the way your eyes lingered on Jake a moment too long, saw the way your stance softened when you thought no one was looking. She noticed how your barbed words lost their teeth, how you took fewer steps away from him and more steps beside him.

You thought you were resisting — thought you were keeping your distance, keeping yourself safe — but in truth, you were walking straight into her plan. She hadn’t set out to weave this snare, not exactly. She didn’t understand it fully herself. But she could feel the way Eywa’s will move through her fingertips like a current, and she trusted it.

She trusted that if she nudged you gently, if she brought you and Jake into the same orbit again and again, something deeper than duty might take root. She had to believe it, because the alternative — the life without you, without Jake, without the family that could be — was too painful to face.

And so, softly, carefully, she set the pieces in place.

At first, it was simple things. Shared hunts. Training sessions. Long walks under the canopy where she’d drift just far enough ahead to let you, and Jake fall into step beside one another. Small, almost innocent touches — your hand brushing his when passing a weapon, his arm steadying you when the path grew steep.

But Neytiri saw what you refused to.

She saw how the pull between your duty wasn’t just, wasn’t just Mo’at’s words or Eywa’s will. It was something alive, something that frightened you because it was real.

And quietly, she watered it. Tended to it. Not out of selfishness, but out of a desperate, aching hope.

Because she loved you. She loved Jake. She loved you both so fiercely it left no room for fear.

And maybe it took her awhile to realize she’s loved you like she loved Jake. But now that she’s realized it she wouldn’t dare let you go.

You, on the other hand, were still tangled in your own thorns, too stubborn to admit the truth taking root in your chest. You still told yourself you were only obeying, only enduring. That you could stop this at any time.

But you never pulled away.

Not really.

And Neytiri saw it all.

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You sigh quietly. Speak of the devil. You don't look at him when he walks over to you, sits down beside you with his big body as he bends a leg up, leaning his arm over his knee. "It's tricky because you really gotta flick it at the tip," he ghosts a finger along the edge of your knife. "So that it's real sharp."

You flick it hard as he says, but he shakes his head, moving behind you. "Real tight grip here," he closes his hand over yours on the handle, shaking it a bit for exaggeration. You can feel the warm air of his breath, dipping down your neck and it's taunting you. "And— give me your other hand."

You don't give it to him. There's a second of silence before he takes your hand for himself, enveloping it with his own hand before he's lining it up at the thick girth of the knife's base, and striking it up, a nice shing sound coming out of it. He does it a few more times before he's letting your hands go, watching you do it by yourself.

"That's good. Keep it tight." His words of praise shamefully give you a rise, a cool shrivel slivering down your chest. You swear he's doing it on purpose, you swear.

While you flick at your knife with the silver sharpening tool, you look to the side, not directly looking at him but it's enough to grab his attention to your face. "Remember that hexapede I killed?" He hums in a curious tone, and you take it as a response to speak further. "Well, I tried looking for it, but it wasn't there. Some other animal must've snatched it up."

"Nah, I carried it back to the village," he announces.

"Right. When you left me?" you ask, tugging a sharper strike to your knife than the other strikes. Jake notices it. His jaw tenses, blinking to you with his eyes boring holes into your form.

"When I left you." He swallows, "Listen, I wanna apologise—"

"Oh, you want to apologise, Jake?" you laugh sarcastically, venom dripping from your words.

His jaw tenses, "I didn't want to leave you."

You snap your head back, a glare stung into your eyes. "But you did."

"You're making it out like it's a bad thing that I did."

You laugh dryly, chucking your knife onto the ground as you stand up. He immediately stands up with you, glowering over you. "You know that it is."

"Don't tell me what I know and don't know, girl." Jake warns, nose twitching. "I helped you, and then left. That simple."

"You can't tell me that you weren't just fucking me to help me. That's not how it works and if you say otherwise, you're lying," you snarl.

He's quiet for a second, searching back and forth between your eyes with his chest rising with a long breath in, "I don't—"

You give him a harsh shove to the chest, hissing out a groan of anger. His eyes blow out wide, then they relax into a dangerous squint. Your eyes widen. He reaches for you and grabs firmly at your wrist, his fingers clutched tight around your bone and your arm twitches with the sudden  spring of pain. You attempt to slip your wrist out of his grasp, and when it doesn't work and he doesn't budge, you claw at his jaw recklessly. It's successful and he lets go of your wrist with a grunt.

He grabs your hair, fisting his fingers through your scalp before yanking it back. You swing your leg and kick him in the stomach, sending him back as you zoom past him.

He acts quick and grabs your tail, tugging you back towards him and for the millionth time this week, presses you against him. You stamp on his foot, digging your nails into the skin of his arm and he cries out, a half-hiss and half-groan. He flips you, finds the tree right beside you and pushes you flat against it. He takes both of your wrists into his hands as he shakes them angrily. You scramble and squirm in his grip. "I'll tell you what I know, girl, and you'll fucking listen."

You whine out a hiss, heart beating against your rib cage like it's about to pop out and splatter across the ground. He hisses back, edged fangs spiking out from his mouth and it makes your skin crawl in either a bad or a good way, you're not entirely sure.

"I know that you're the most beautiful person I've ever fuckin’ seen," he pants. "You don't know what you do to me, huh? Just your giggle makes my stomach drop. It annoys the shit out of me how you've got me drawn to you, it's damn stupid. I don't know what to do with myself anymore."

You try to wiggle your wrists out from his grip, but it proves to be helpless, a smug look flickering in his eyes that makes you want to clock him straight in the face. Jake picks your joined wrists up off the tree and slams them back onto the wood for a hard warning. "You— you think you're confused?" you sneer between huffed breaths. "Mr. I'mfuckingyoutohelpyouconcentratenotbecauseIwantto. Like that doesn't fuck with my feelings! By the way— it didn't help me focus, just like the last time, what a surprise."

His lips split into a snarl, an annoyed flick of his tail as he glares you down, his chest grumbling with a deep growl. You return him with the same feverous eyes, chest strong and upheld with no sense of backing down.

Then you catch it. The weakness of only a man; the millisecond of a pair of eyes dropped down to your heaving lips. Your eyelashes flutter, a new tension rushing in like a thick cloud of smoke. Your heads jut forward at the same time, teeth clashing in a rushed, wanted motion morphed into a messy kiss.

But it's different this time. It feels different, different than the first kiss he gave you the first time you were pushed up against a tree. You can't pinpoint it, but it's just different.

He lets your wrists go, grip fading to a none until your arms are flopping around his shoulders. His tongue slips with ease into the cavern of your mouth, as he uses a hand to cup the part of your neck just below your ear, bring your face even closer to his. You let your head tilt, allowing him a wider opening to your mouth that he groans lowly in thanks to.

He skims past your loincloth, palming your hot cunt and grinding the hard edge of his palm directly onto your clit. "This give you déjà vu from last time?"

You groan, back arching towards his head. "Shut up and put your fingers in me," you whine.

"I remember leaving with the biggest fuckin' boner. Seein' you all whiney and shit and like putty in my hands," he claims, seeming like he can just feel the pain from remembrance. "Good thing you can fix it for me this time."

He says this as he leisurely slides two fingers into your cunt, and you suck in a tight breath, the thick girth of them lengthening you out. "And just like that, sucking me allll the way in," he whispers in astonishment, just like the last time.

"Will you just shut up?" you groan, wheezing out a groan when his fingers curl into your walls. He strokes them in and out of you, slowly and steadily. He presses loosely at your clit, gentle circles on the sensitive bud.

Then he suddenly pulls his two fingers out, staring at the thin strings of your juices that stick to his finger pads, "Wet enough."

He kneels to the ground in a rush, taking you with him as he fumbles to untie your top. You drag your hands along his skin, touching every patch of hard bone and toned muscle you can manage. You're both kneeling in front of each other, grabbing at any clothing that gets in the way of each other's fingers. He pushes you back with a hand, laying you out in the grass as he scoops his hand down to your pussy, runs a thumb over your clit. Jake leans down, grabbing at the bone of your hips and jutting you closer to him.

Jake cooly wraps a hand around his cock, sighs as he starts to stroke the length in slow movements. He reaches out from behind him, and your stomach drops. He presents his tsaheylu to you with a sense of shyness, his head tilted down. You look between him and the glowy, spiky end of his platt.

Your silence speaks volumes to him, and just before he's going to say something to rub it off as a joke, you're reaching from behind you as well, body squirming in anticipation as you air your tsaheylu next to his. They twitch and fizzle, swaying so close and it's just that tiny bit of space that needs to be filled.

He looks to you, eyes softening in one last ask and you give him a reassuring, hasty nod. He readjusts his grip on his platt, leaning his tsaheylu just a little closer and they connect. A surge of electricity bolts through your body, biting in a gasp as your skin jitters. You feel it, you feel him, understand him. Understand everything.

Jake's blinking rapidly, as he leans over you just to nuzzle his face into your neck, his hot pants of breath pressing into your skin. He slurs over his words, "Oh my... fffuck, s' good, you're so good."

"Jake," you warn, voice wavering as you tremble underneath his warm body. "Need you ins— inside me. Right now, Jake, please."

He teases his cock at your entrance, letting out a shaky breath at your warm wetness trickling down his tip. You gasp when he slips it in with one thrust, bottoming out perfectly as he sits in snug. He breathes out a quiet laugh, "You're so... fuck, girl. So warm and— and ni—hice."

You dig your nails into his back, tail curling around his thigh. You feel everything he feels, connecting with him at such a level that all you can do is hold onto him, just needing to feel him, to hold him and kiss him and fuck him and do everything as long as it's him. You can only rasp one word out. "Jake."

He snaps his hips into you, starts at a pace that's brutal and uncalculated. His cock pushes into your tightness with ease, like it was made for him. You pull him in with each thrust he gives you, welcoming him in to the warmth of your femininity, your body that he's claimed as his.

Your pussy flutters around his girth with every single groan he lets slip from his throat, voice cracked and husky from the euphoria he's coated with. He lands a kiss to your neck, suckling at the skin before biting down, a sting that zips through your body all the way down to your cunt. You squeal, back snapping into an arch and he scoops an arm around it, giving him a better grip on your body to deepen his thrusts, to strive further up into your pussy.

He desperately grabs at your thighs, swings them up and over his shoulders as your feet dangle in the air. It opens up a whole new angle, and you scream out, his dick hitting steeper and stronger inside of you. Your hair is tangled from the ground, the skin of your back grinding against the dirt of it.

At the new found angle, he groans, head leaning up a little as his eyelids close halfway, his eyes bruised in a haze. He's completely lost in the way you squeeze around him, the way his cock feels sliding into your tight body. It's like a drug. A new found addiction.

"Shut up, hah— jus' fuck me," you babble, a moan ripping out of your chest when his hips thrust a sudden jolt into your pussy, brushing over your cervix.

"How funny," he pants out, smirking like a goddamn idiot and you frown.

"What?" you question, a quick moan breaking from you when a random wave of heat splashes through your stomach.

"Bet Selkath wishes he was wearing this necklace." He rasps, letting a harsh laugh fall from his mouth as he reaches up a hand and tugs on your ankles wrapped right around neck.

You make a weak hiss, turning into a groan when he lifts his body higher, angles his cock deeper up into your cunt. "If you don't shut up, maybe I'll let him."

Jake growls, eyes flicking wild, turning a dark and dangerous hue that you can tell is whipped with a color of jealousy, even betrayal. "You won't even be able to feel him graze your pussy once I'm done with you."

You feel a purr erupt from your chest, your inner woman squealing in delight because yes, she screams, he must breed you until all you can feel his body and only his and nothing else.

He brushes a hand over your cheek, face distorted in complete bliss and he stares deep into your face, tail swishing at the way your mouth agapes. His hands slip to your waist, thumbs digging into your stomach and he uses it as a leverage to bring you back harder onto his dick, lifting you up until you're practically leaning on his body to stay off the ground. He bends you to his will like you're a rubber band, like a toy.

"So warm," he coos, and you whine, digging your head into the grass laying beneath it. You don't want him saying that, don't want him climbing his stupid fingers into your heart and taking it any more than he already has. The feminine instinct fixed in the depths of you screams mate, mate, mate. Big, protective mate that needs to pound you into oblivion or you'll lose your mind. That along with the anger that burns inside you, like a match that's been lit way too many times and is about to snap underneath the pressure of his hands.

"Jake, just shut up," you snap, sentence ending on a hasty push when he smashes his lips onto yours, exploring your mouth with the thick flat of his tongue. He kisses you with a fever, an aching want with a grunt falling from his lips and straight onto the slick of your tongue. Jake crawls a hand up your body and to your head, fingers threading through your hair and he turns your head forcefully, allowing him to deepen the kiss and wrap his tongue tighter along yours.

"God, you're just fucking beautiful," he grunts, slapping your hips. "With this pretty fucking pussy, s' good for me and your little noises and— ssshhit, my girl. S' made for me, you're made for me."

My girl. It makes your stomach spin, makes you clench around his cock driving in and out of you and he groans, "You liked that, huh? My girl?"

You feel his pace inch a slower, and you're confused. His hand scrapes to one of your hands, slipping through the gaps of your fingers and he conjoins them together, pressing deep against the ground. His mouth breaks from yours, deep, panting breaths shaking out from his chest as he leans down to ravage your neck, licking and sucking at your skin like it's a ripe fruit.

You recognise the speed of his thrusts. Slow but strong, like he's trying to memorise each drag of his cock squeezing into your pussy, each squelch and pull of your walls gushing around his length. The rock of his hips is sweet, an act of something you can only describe as passion. You scratch out a whine. You squirm from underneath him, attempting to buck yourself up into him to speed it up, make him nail so hard into you that you see stars. But it doesn't work. He stays the same warm speed, slow rocks into your pussy as he lowly sighs with every calming push.

"No," you whimper, voice lower than a whisper, so quiet it could count as another breath. You huff out an angered patch of air out through your nose. You use both hands and push him, and he doesn't expect it because he tumbles back, flipping onto his back and hitting the trunk of the tree with a big thump. You ignore the cold air pushing on your wet cunt, the sudden loss of his cock deep inside of you making you shudder.

You crawl onto him, eyes wide with hunger and from what he can see, anger. Your tail flicks as you palm his shoulders, knees on each side of his legs as you air just above his dick. You grip at his tsaheylo and conjoin it to yours again, a flush rushing through you both. You catch the way his eyes flatten against his head for a second at your determined, heated gaze, now realising the rage you held. A woman who's not satisfied with her mate's fucking, there's nothing scarier. Especially after everything he's teased her for, everything he's done to her for the past week.

"Baby, you ain't gonna last two rocks with those little hips." Jake mutters, emphasising the words two rocks as he places his hands comfortable on your hips. You don't reply, instead lowering your body and inch by inch, sinking down onto his cock. He lengthens you up, and you feel so full and nice that you let out a sigh that screams finally, all the while hearing Jake take the biggest breath you've ever heard him take.

You're not wasting time as you start grinding against him, ears twitching, head falling back in utter bliss. Jake slips out a quiet laugh, and it sounds nervous. He watches as your breasts shift with each sway of your hips, and his cock twitches inside of you at the obscure scene. It's perfect, so, so perfect with the way his cock drags through you. But you need more.

You begin lifting yourself up, rocking right back down onto him, the motion of riding coming into play little by little. Jake's breath hitches, his hands twitching at your hips. Your cunt pulses around him, puffy folds tugging his dick so perfectly. He lets his head slump against the tree, the rise of his chest speeding up.

You lean forward, a sudden desperation taking over you, the anger flickering in your abdomen crackling to a fire. You grab at his hair, press your cheek against the top of his head as your hips move in an up and down circular motion. Jake chokes out a grunt, springing forward to kiss at your chest, shoving his face into your breasts as his tongue lolls out along your bare skin.

He pants, messy kisses along your chest as his mouth fans out hot breaths. "My g—"

"Shut. Up." You pull on his hair, forcing his head further back and moaning as you stride your body, moving his cock in so deep, then moving it just about out before you rock it back in. You shift a hand to grip at the tree for better stability, rising up before gravity whips you back down onto his dick. A whine leaves his lips, a literal whine. It's so, so quiet, but you hear it, and he knows it. He can tell by the way your ears flutter at his head. You puff out a laugh that's hilted with breath.

He leaves deep kisses along your chest, kissing at the plush fat of your tits and decorating the map of your torso with dark marks and tiny red hickeys. His tongue finds your nipple, swirling it around the hard bud and you move your hips faster, huffing out a moan as sweat beads neat at your forehead. The blunt of his nails dig deep into the skin of your hips, and starts to move your hips with his grip, sharpening your strokes into his dick and you hum an appreciated sigh.

You've left him stunned for words, mouth hung open as you grind your cunt deep along his cock, riding him like he's a goddamn stallion. You wrap your fingers around his leathered choker, leaning your head back and pulling him rough into an even rougher kiss. You can feel him pant into the kiss, his silent groans pressing on your tongue. His lips are wet and messed with saliva from previous times, all the while making them softer and easier to run your tongue over.

A broken moan escapes his mouth, muffled by your lips engulfed in his but it only whips the fire tangled inside your tummy, makes your body swing harder along his. You give him a sloppy kiss on the corner of his lips, before nibbling at the bottom centre of it, "Who's whining now?"

His hips jerk up into yours, a stutter of a motion and you can feel the vibration, the angry rumble of his chest and it only encourages you further to drive your hips harder. "Still you," he bites, but his pinched expression melts into a blissful one when you raise your waist higher, slamming back down onto him in one quick motion.

Anger fuels through your bones, all the way down your body to your toes that dig into the ground, dirt blotched on them from the constant movement and curl of them. Jake snaps his hips up into your sopping sex, gaining a low groan through his chest as he digs his messy head of hair into the tree against him.

Your body burns and shakes with every stride of your hips, sliding his cock into you with reckless rhythm. You're shivering with hot emotion, a blurred mixture of adore and vexation, and Jake can feel every single drop of it. You feel him shift underneath you, eyes squinting and his tail whacking the tree accidentally with a swift brush. He mumbles your name, the hoarse gruff of his voice sending a shivered bolt down your spine.

You already know he's preparing some rushed apology, some kind of reason as to why he's been throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes lately but you don't want to hear it. All your body and your being screams at you is to ride his cock and make him spill into you. Mark him as yours.

You want the release, can feel it burning up inside you and splintering at your fingertips, ready to explode into flames. Except this time it isn't him giving it to you, you're giving it to yourself, circling your hips around his cock like it's the last thing you're going to do.

And by Eywa, does Jake fucking love it. He's too focused in the way your perfect little cunt drives him, slipping his cock into your body like it's a piece of cake. He's entranced by the way your hips dance, the perky little bone of them sticking out against your skin each time you lean forward into his stomach. He's getting fucked dumb, and he can't even bring himself to give a shit. Never in his life has he ever met a girl that could ride like you. No, never in his life has a ever met a girl like you. And he doesn't think he ever will, not that he wants or needs to now. Your body is just too sickly sweet, and everything in his body screams at him to just keep his cock glued into you, fill you with his cum until all you can feel is it.

You feel it coming, feel the same mountain morphing as it soars above you. You use your hand to lean at his head, using it as your advantage to ride him rougher, dragging his cock firmer into your cunt. He lets you, now fucking up into you with matched energy and you're bouncing from the capacity. Sweat is slick on your skin, mending with his own and you just need to feel him, touch the soft skin he owns as you bounce on his length. Apparently Jake feels the same, as he pinches and grabs at any part of your body he can reach, mouth touching where his hands can't.

He drags out your name, desperation covering the word and filling in the air after with throaty groans. “Let me come in you, sweetheart. Come on, please. Need to, darlin’ please, need—“

“Yes,” you squeal, scratching at his skin while jutting your hips against him violently. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, crave covering your voice in a high-pitched whine.

Then it hits you, like a bomb setting off, the fire in your belly exploding into millions of little red embers. The mountain erupts like a volcano, and you can feel every little piece cracking down into the ground and out your body. Jake yells out, croaking out a loud grunt as he spills into you, coating your walls with his sticky load. Your head’s spinning, eyes seeing a splash of colors and all you can do is rock in his arms, as you attempt to catch your running breath.

You’re trembling, quaking even as you lay still, Jake’s cock sitting limp in your body. The only thing you can focus on is your conjoined breaths, everything else seeming to hard to even look at. You don’t even realise you’re crying until the tears sink to your neck, and the sound of your quiet sniffles.

You don’t know how long it’s been until Jake begins to shift, and you pull enough strength to lean back. He looks to you, his face set into a hue of content, a small smug smile pulling at his lips. He reaches out to your face, wipes the tears on your face with his thumb lazily. “Holy shit,” he chuckles.

You let out a needed, soft laugh, and his smile widens at the noise of it, tail whisking up at your reaction. He pulls in a breath, chest rising up as he takes both his arms and cups your face. You lean into his warm touch, slumping your forehead against his.

“I see you,” he whispers gently, curling a few fingers around your neck.

“I see you.” You whisper back, mouth cracking into a giddy smile. And when you look into his eyes, you recognise the emotion behind them within a second; love.

wow. biggest chapter out of all of them and i can’t decide whether i like it or not

One of the women of the village, Maika, gave birth to her first child. Coincidentally, it marked the end of the rainy season. The damaged marui were repaired, as well as the torn walkways, while the scent of distant rainwater lingers in the air. Maika sits by the cookfires, surrounded by clan members who wanted to meet her son. Ralu lingers behind her, blinking far too often to be normal as he looks down at them. Your usually stoic friend is clearly holding back tears, but you choose not to comment as you approach. 

You smile broadly and touch your fingers to your forehead in greeting when your turn arrives. “I have brought something for you.” You say, presenting the warm blanket you began weaving the moment Ralu had told you Maika was pregnant. They both looked immensely touched by the gesture. “For the cold nights.” You unnecessarily add, amused by Maika’s glossy eyes and trembling mouth as she takes note of the intricate patterns. 

“Thank you, tsmuktu.” Ralu says, his voice thick, and you snort as you hand him the blanket. He gives your shoulder a halfhearted shove, and Maika giggles. Her son’s ears twitch at the sound, and he blinks up at her with big blue eyes. 

“Would you like to hold him?” She asks, and you pause. The babe is small— about the size of a tsurak egg, and probably just as fragile. You don’t remember the last time you held a child of his size, more used to the anklebiters that tackle each other off the walkways to race to the ilu pens. Your ears fold against your skull, and you open your mouth to politely decline, but Ralu arranges your arms into a comfortable position and promptly sets his tiny son in your hold. 

“Oh.” You breathe, staring back at the eyes flicking over your face. “What is, um,” The child wraps his small hands around your toa guard, curiously thumbing the leather, “what’s his name?” 

“Entu.” Ralu replies, smiling broadly at your awkward stance. Entu smacks your chin, and Maika giggles behind her hand, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. 

He’s adorable, you have to admit. Tiny, fragile, and adorable. It won’t be long before he’s also carelessly sprinting down the walkways with the other children. You watch little Entu, enraptured, as the boy swats at the beads woven into your braids. The Metkayina often wear shells and pieces of sea glass in their hair, along with intricate leather bands, but amber and wooden beads belong to the Omatikaya. They were a precious gift from Jake and Neytiri when you began courting. It seems Entu likes them, too. 

You draw your eyes away from the baby, feeling someone’s gaze weighing on you. You spot — speak of the vrrtep — Jake watching you from the walkway with a strangely intense look. His amber eyes dance between your protective hold on the child and your face. Neytiri joins his side, wrapping her arm around his, and her expression gains that same bizarre heat. She leans up on the tips of her toes to say something into Jake’s ear, and his tail lashes almost violently. You tilt your head at them, confused. You haven’t done anything to provoke such a reaction, you don’t think…

Maika giggles again while Ralu’s mouth spreads into a smirk. Your fellow warrior takes his son, who’d been in the middle of nibbling on the corner of your toa guard, from your arms and nods in the direction of the forest Na’vi. “Good luck, tsmuktu.” He says in a teasing tone. 

“With what?” You ask, your confusion growing. 

“Tuktirey is eight cycles already, yes?” Maika asks thoughtfully, ignoring your own questions, and shares another look with her mate. Ralu nods, stroking Entu’s striped back as the babe rests his cheek against his father’s collarbone.

You broad tail sways in exasperation, “What do you mean? What does Tuk have to do with this?” 

Ralu shrugs his shoulders, careful not to disturb his son, “I’m sure your mates can explain.” 

You sigh at them, barely able to hold back a hiss, and bid them goodbye. You hear them laugh while you leave and, for a moment, you wish you had five fingers to mimic the rude gesture Lo’ak often shoots the other Metkayina boys. Jake and Neytiri’s eyes are dark with an emotion you can’t place, and they both watch you intently as you cautiously approach. You easily tower over them, causing you to lean down to greet them. Jake sighs into your mouth when you kiss him, trailing calloused fingers over the muscles of your abdomen. Neytiri leans against your side, brushing her lips against your cheek while her own slim fingers circle your bicep. You shiver, and you feel your ears grow hot. 

“Hello.” You murmur quietly as you pull away. “Did you go see Maika’s child?” You ask in a failed attempt to seem casual. 

Neytiri smiles, a beautiful thing that lights up her expression. “Yes. He will be strong.” She says in reply, once again glancing at Jake while subtly feeling your arm. There it is again, that look. Good luck, Ralu wished you, but with what?

“Come.” Jake speaks up, grasping your hand in his. His slim tail curls in an interested arc behind him. 

You’re a willing follower as they lead you to their marui, now empty given that their sons and daughters were busy in the reefs and will not come home until eclipse. The scent of their growing arousal perfumes the air, and you find yourself relaxing. For a moment, you’d thought you’d done something to anger them. You find yourself pushed onto their pallet, barely managing to move your tail out of the way in time to avoid sitting on it. 

Jake strokes the stripes along your jaw almost absentmindedly, “Entu’s a cute baby, isn’t he?” He asks in a strangely pointed manner. 

You look between them, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under their hungry stares, “Yes… He’s cute. And small.” 

Your words strike something in Neytiri, with the way her posture straightens and her eyes trail to your hands again. “Mm, he looked very small in your hands.” Your ears twitch at the breathiness of her voice. 

“The kids are so big now, it feels like forever ago when they were that size.” He adds, sighing wistfully, and traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The weight of his finger draws it downward, exposing your sharp teeth to his searching eyes. “It won’t be long until they move out. Even Tuktuk is getting older.” 

“Tuktirey is eight cycles already.” 

Oh. 

Jake grins at the look of realization that dawns on your face. It’s a filthy, debauched thing that sets your body on fire and makes your tewng grow tight around your groin, but you doubt. “Do you,” Your lips brush against his thumb as you speak, “want that of me? Another? They won’t be like…” You trail off with a grimace. You are Metkayina, not Omatikaya. Any children you sire will look like your People. If you were to have one with Jake and Neytiri, they would be different, and it will be your fault. You can’t give them children with the slim limbs, darker skin and amber eyes that their sons and daughters have.

Neytiri kneels beside you, her expression softening, and cups your face. “They will look like you.” She says, her lips spreading into a warm smile. “And we will love them the same way we’ve loved our other children.” 

“Mhm.” Jake hums in agreement, smoothing a hand over your braided hair. “What do you say, yawntu? You wanna be a Sempu?” The question should be as arousing as it is, but your cock throbs at the notion. 

Neytiri kisses you first, slow and deep. Her hands cradle your face like you’re something precious, and her lips part for your tongue. You tilt your head to trace the sharp points of her teeth, humming at the sweet taste of fruit lingering on her own tongue. You stroke your hand down the curves of her slim body, undoing the strings of her tewng that wrap around the base of her tail. She sighs into your mouth, her chest pressing against yours as she arches her back when your fingers trail lower. 

You gently press against her folds, feeling her arousal wet your fingers. You only manage to slip the tip of a finger inside her when Neytiri pulls away. Her pupils are wide, nearly swallowing the pretty amber of her eyes, and she makes space between you. You stare at her in confusion, but she shakes her head with a soft chuckle. 

“We were thinking,” Jake begins, his voice thick with arousal at what he’d been watching, and leans down to mouth along the column of your throat, “this could be my turn. It would be my first, too.” 

“Oh,” Is all you manage, feeling like the air has been taken out of your lungs. The thought of Jake, swollen with your seed, has your tail thumping against the pallet. 

He tilts his head, his eyebrows lifting, “Is that a yes?” 

“Obviously.” You reply, finally organizing your thoughts, and grab onto his slim waist to pull him closer. He straightens and stands very still while you untie the stings of his tewng.

Glossy strings of slick cling to the cloth as you slip it down his thick thighs. You swallow the excess saliva that pools in your mouth, resisting the urge to simply bury your face between his legs and lap at his slit like a starved nantang. You will do that another time. Jake shivers as the air inside the marui brushes against his heated flesh, precum shining on the flushed tip of his cock. Your appreciative hum trails off into a purr as you press your nose against the soft pudge of his stomach, inhaling slowly to drown your senses in his scent. It envelops you like a warm, intoxicating blanket.

Jake exhales shakily, and Neytiri settles behind you. Her hands ghost over your back, along the waving stripes of sea green that hug your body, and undoes the laces of your toa guard to bare more of your skin. You take another deep breath against Jake’s soft skin, then move your head to catch the opalescent droplets dribbling down his cock. He gasps raggedly at the sudden touch of your tongue, and his hands go to your hair. You slip your hand between his legs, brushing your fingers against the wet, swollen lips of his pussy. 

His hips tilt into your touch, easily accepting your fingers as they breach him. He’s warm and soft inside, and your tewng sticks to the arousal dripping from you. Neytiri’s mouth presses against your shoulder, leaving kisses against your skin as she watches you thrust your fingers inside Jake. You slip a second finger into his cunt, curling and spreading them apart to stretch him for your cock. Neytiri tugs your tewng down, curling her fingers around your hard length to free it from its confines. She swipes her thumb over the tip, collecting the slick and precum for an easier glide as she strokes you. 

You moan quietly, your ears folding against your head at the sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Jake’s breathing quickens, his tail lashing behind him, and he grinds against your fingers. He brings his tswin around, presenting the tendrils of his kuru to Neytiri. They writhe in the air, wanting, and you reach back to grasp her own tswin. She watches you, her lips parted as she pants, and nods. You move your eyes to the kuru, watching them intertwine and form tsaheylu, and you feel the way Neytiri shudders against your back with a soft, whining exhale. 

Your eyes dance back and forth between them as you keep moving your fingers, watching their matching expressions when you add a third finger to press against the spot inside Jake that makes their tails shake. You aim for it, again and again until he flutters around your fingers and they climax. It’s always lovely, seeing them become one through the bond, managing to make them come for you at the same time. Your fingers are coated in slick when you take them out, and Jake’s pussy twitches and clenches around nothing. 

Silently, you hold your soaked fingers to Neytiri’s mouth. Her eyelids flutter as your fingers slip past her lips, spreading Jake’s slick over her tongue. They groan simultaneously as the sweet taste spreads over her tastebuds. Neytiri suckles at your fingers, laving her tongue over and between them to get them clean. You pull away and kiss her chastely when she’s done before you turn back to Jake, reaching out to place your hands on his hips. “Are you ready?” You ask quietly, your eyes flitting over his face as you look up at him for any sign of hesitation, but he just smiles back at you. 

“I am, but…” He murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady himself as he moves to straddle your lap. You grunt as the swollen head of your cock bumps against his dripping folds as they hover over you. 

“Are you?” Neytiri whispers, finishing Jake’s train of thought. 

You smile as well, surrounded by the two people you love the most, about to make something beautiful. “Yes.” 

She wraps her fingers around your cock, guiding it inside Jake as he lowers himself. You groan as your cock inches inside him, bit by bit, until it’s completely buried inside him. It’s a snug fit despite his earlier orgasm, and more slick dribbles from where you meet to soak the inside of your thighs. It’s not your first time together like this— far from it, actually, but somehow it feels like a first. 

So you act like it is, rocking gently inside him and kissing the glowing freckles that dot his face. Jake pushes down to meet your thrusts, his ears flat against his skull. You hear the quiet, wet sounds of Neytiri thrusting her fingers inside herself as she kisses and nibbles at your throat. The action muffles her sounds, while Jake cries out freely as he bounces on your cock. His own erection grinds against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin. 

“You’re wonderful,” You pant, quickening your pace, “Both of you. Great Mother, I love you both.” 

Jake tips his chin with a whine, and you capture his mouth with yours. His blunt nails dig into your chest as he scrambles for support and greedily suckles on your tongue. Your grunt is muffled when Neytiri bites down on your shoulder, her fangs breaking through the skin. It feels so good. “Give it to me,” Jake nearly sobs, breaking away with a soft squelch as thin strings of saliva hang between you, “Please, please, please—”

“Give us a baby, yawntu.” Neytiri says hotly against your skin, lapping at the blood rolling down your skin and rutting harder onto her fingers. 

“I will,” You snarl through grit teeth, slamming up into Jake’s pussy, “I’m going to fuck you full of my seed and we’ll watch it take. Watch you swell with a baby, our baby.” 

Jake cries out, his eyes rolling, and cum spills onto your stomach while his cunt tightens around your cock like a vice. As slick gushes onto your pelvis, Neytiri takes it upon herself to grasp your tswin with shaking hands and connects your kuru to theirs. It’s a decision that’s taken in the heat of the moment, but one that’s been considered for far longer. You gasp, and it gets caught in your throat like a sob. For a moment, you’re lost in the feelings that crash into you like a wave against the shore. It’s Jake, and it’s Neytiri, and it’s you. You shudder as you come, your eyes screwing shut from the sting of overwhelmed tears, and your ears fold. You hear someone groan, maybe it’s Jake, maybe it’s Neytiri, or maybe it’s you— it’s all of you. 

You tighten your fingers around Jake’s hips until you feel the phantom sting on your own, the bruises that will blossom on his skin come morning. You feel the seemingly endless ropes of cum you spill inside his cunt, the fluttering of his walls around your cock, and the press of Neytiri’s fingers against the softest parts of her. You tuck your face into the crook of Jake’s neck, and his hand curls around your nape to keep you there as he rolls his hips with small whines and whimpers, milking every drop you’re more than willing to offer. 

Neytiri coos at you, her tail curling around your waist as she nuzzles against your back. You stay like that, all huddled together and breathing like a single being. It’s tsaheylu, you realize— or maybe they explain without speaking. It’s lovely, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Well, almost everything.

Jake gasps softly when you maneuver him onto his back on the pallet, careful not to break the bond. His cock lays against his soiled belly, half hard, and you tug Neytiri closer. “Again?” You ask out loud, even though you don’t have to. 

“Yeah, that’s—” Jake’s eyes grow half lidded at the thoughts that run through your mind, “that’s perfect.” 

Neytiri moans breathily when you push her down onto his cock, and she grips on to Jake’s arms while her tail tightens its hold on your waist. You pull back, slipping out of Jake until the very tip remains inside him, then thrust back inside him. Slick and cum make a bubbly, frothy mess around the thick base of your cock, smearing onto the mess that’s already on your skin as you drill into Jake’s gushing pussy. You lift and drag Neytiri’s hips down in time with your own thrusts, your ears perking at their pleasured cries. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, it’s loud— it’s wonderful, and it’s perfect. 

Pandoras sex symbol.

Or at least that's what Jake Sully calls you in his head. You were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way your brown skin faded into the dark forest blue, the stripes in your body covering your strong limbs from head to toe. You were so fascinating. In a way, you reminded him of Earth, the good parts of it at least. From your human features to the way you wore your camo lioncloth. But what got him the most was your height. You were taller than most, maybe the tallest out of the clan, standing at a confident 9ft with the prettiest tight curly hair that mostly stayed in braids, wooden beads always sporting them. Your eyes were a little smaller than the regular Navi, but they were still that pretty amber he grew to love.

And that voice. Good lord above. He couldnt even count on his 10 didgets how many times he had goosebumps from it. It was deeper than the average womens, and he loved it. Especially when you talked in his ear after you pushed him into the floor by his neck. That with the combination of your strong thighs straddling him between your body. "come on sully, do better." it was a gentle scold, your accent causing his sweaty body to spasm under your heavy body, this movement making you drive him more into the dirt, hot bodies pressing into each other. "you're killing me right now.." he grunts, his hips pulling back into the dirt in hopes to not meet yours. "not yet at least." You pulled back, handing coming back from his neck with a cocky grin. You always won these competitions. Being born and raised here, trained by the RDA soldiers and the local navi before they got sent away. You were born to overpower him, even if he's been on the planet for 15 years.

He could never win against you, not that he wanted to, always ending up below you was his favorite part of the day. Every time the two of you would split up to go home, he didn't waste time pulling his matted braids up in a ponytail and stripping from his straining cloth. Dropping to his knees on his bouncy mat bed to grab the base of his thick cock. Impatient movements, he brought his hand back up to spit in his hand and back down to gently fist his tip. Frantic pumps going up and down his length with a drawn-out groan, head falling back as his free hand ran over the burning flesh of his abs, thick pecs until it found its way up the blue collums of his neck, holding it tight, giving him the light headed feeling you gave him a few times a week.

"fuck..aah shit" he cursed lazily in his native langueage, eyes fighting to stay open as his wet hand grips and twists the dripping head of his dick. Your hand around his thoat, tight even if it was a playful fight, you were so rough with him, always saying he could handle it. Fuck ,I can handle it. He squeezes his throat tighter, the pressure causing him to bite his lip, muffling his whimper as his warm seed squirts onto his fist, dripping down his fingers until it reached his tensed thighs.

Slowly grinding into his hand, letting his high settle, his eyes flutter open and looked down at the mess he's made once he came to a stop. Oh god, she'd kill me.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jake sully!

DOM!JAKE

definitely, most definitely has a sir kink.

dom!jake loves the feeling of authority — even in the bedroom, especially in the bedroom. you accidentally called him ‘jake’ and not ‘sir’? tsk. how stupid of you. stupid, little, pretty doll. forgetting your place again, aren’t you? your place is beneath him, always remember that, or he might have to punish you…

discipline

dom!jake is definitely a man who values discipline a lot. he likes being in charge, being able to control a situation, he likes the feeling of his words having over over someone, to oversee something. he also likes people who obey him without questioning him—if he orders you to bend over that table, you will. if he orders you to keep those pretty thighs apart, you will. if he orders you to stop being so loud, you will. he expects you to. and if you can’t… well, jake is a good and patient teacher.

orgasm denial / forced orgasms

he’ll make you feel so, so good with his tongue and his long, slender fingers pumping in and out of you, and he’ll push you into the pillows, but he’ll tie your hands up and deny your orgasm just to see the face you make, just to hear your small, pathetic whines, your little, helpless whimpers and your pleading face. he enjoys you begging him to let you release, he absolutely loves it, he relishes in it. he likes seeing this side of you—you’re so composed and reserved, so polite and innocent, and now you’re moaning and writhing beneath him like some cheap whore. but you’re his whore. he absolutely loves denying you orgasms or forcing more orgasms out of you, until you can’t cum anymore, he likes pushing you to your limits, to test you, to train you to last longer; oh, how he loves that body of yours… so young and so soft, he loves everything about you.

“keep your hands right there. steady. i’m going to untie you now, alright, doll? i want you to keep your hands right next to you, and by no means will you move them. grab the pillow, squeeze it if you just, eywa knows you will, but you move them, and i’ll stop. you hear me, baby? you feeling good? yeah? if you move those pretty hands, that stops, understood?”

“hngh… understood.”

“understood what?”

“understood, sir.”

enjoys overstimulating you

dom!jake doesn’t even notice it. sometimes it just happens because you feel too good, and he just couldn’t help himself. it’s not his fault you’re so pretty and cute.

is mean

he doesn’t even know why—you must have provoked that side of his. he’s usually very playful, he likes teasing others and being cheeky around people he’s comfortable with, but he didn’t expect it to… go this far. he doesn’t do it verbally, he doesn’t degrade you, he doesn’t like that but what he does like is mocking you—he does thoroughly enjoy taunting you a little—and faking sympathy. you can’t cum anymore and have lost count of how many times he’s made you cum? aw, really? such a disappointment, really. he thought you were his good girl, his babydoll, he thought you said you could take anything he gave you but apparently, he was wrong and you are a liar. but he swears he’s not going to be mad about it if you’ll cum for the seventh time… just one more time, babydoll?

SUB!JAKE

praising kink.

as much as he loves being mean, when he is the one not in control, when he’s letting you dominate him until you’ve turned him into a hot mess, when he’s crying and whining and groaning, when he’s all aroused and hot and bothered, he loves getting praised. something about it just feels so good…

“hngh, i s-swear i’ll be a good boy, please just let me cum, i need you so bad, please… no more teasing…”

“beg.”

“n-no…”

“beg or i’ll stop.”

“n-no, don’t stop, please, please, please, please, pretty please, i can’t… ‘s too much, i can’t take it anymore… please let me cum, i’m so hard, i’ll be a good boy, just let me… p-please…”

“say pretty please again.”

“p-pretty, pretty… p-please?”

“see? that wasn’t so hard, was it? good boy.”

mommy kink

i can assure you, that man definitely has a mommy kink. when his mind is all hazy and confused and all he can this about is his mommy milking him dry and his next orgasm, he’ll drop the word “mommy” from time to time himself but he loves it—and when i say he loves it he absolutely loves-loves it—when you make him say it. there’s just something about finally him not making the decisions anymore, not being in charge anymore, and leaving all that to you that gets him all hot and bothered. he likes asserting dominance, but sometimes, he needs a break too—being your subordinate and getting reduced to your personal, little fuck toy just has something about it that makes him get all whiny.

BONUS!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tonowari!

DOM!TONOWARI

breeding kink.

dom!tonowari loves, absolutely loves, breeding you. he’s obsessed with the idea of knocking you up, your pretty belly all swelled up, you carrying a child of his he is OBSESSED with the idea of you pregnant, waddling around, and he KNOWS you’d be a good mother, you being one of the most caring and warm-hearted people he knew. he also knows you would never be able to leave him, you being one of the most caring and warm-hearted people he knew.

“yeah? you like that, huh? want me to put a baby in this cute belly, hm? keep your legs still for me, love… yeah, just like that, good girl.”

talks you through it

to put it simply: he likes hearing himself talk. just a little. but moreover: he likes seeing you flustered, he likes making your cheeks flush and seeing your eyes shy away from him—it’s the same when he’s naked. he’ll intentionally flex his big arms, toned stomach and chiselled jaw just to make you blush. honestly, the commitment this man puts into making you blush are limitless. well, he’s dedicated and determined.

“how you feeling, hm? you feeling good? you feeling full? taking my cock so well, baby doll… shit, you’re so tight… what’re you doing? are you covering your mouth?”

“… n… no…”

“tsk. yes you are. remove your hand, now. let me hear those pretty, little sounds you make. come on.”

“no, i c-can’t… ‘s too embarrassing…”

“well, do whatever you want. i’ll make you scream either way, baby doll.”

SUB!TONOWARI

degradation kink

this. i feel like this man low-key likes getting degraded—after being a person of authority so long, he just needs someone to make him feel good… he honestly didn’t think he would be into degradation the first time that topic got brought up, but after the first time you actually did degrade him, it felt… kinda good. he can’t explain what it is but he knows he cums a lot harder when you degrade him than usual. sometimes, even this big man just needs someone to make him feel all fuzzy and pussy drunk, hm?