LYLES SIZE KINK ABSOLUTELY ESP WITH HIS HUGE MUSCLES?? And You CANNOT Convince Me He Isnt Going To The

LYLE’S SIZE KINK ABSOLUTELY ✋ ESP WITH HIS HUGE MUSCLES?? And you CANNOT convince me he isn’t going to the gym when he can (probably is the type of bf/mate to bring you with him like a giant dork to show off his muscles and strength)

KEKEKEJEHSUSJ HES SO FINE ITS NOT FAIR :””(

Oh my godddddd!!! HE TOTALLY IS TO!!! I feel like he would also be the one to do push-ups over his mate/SO while he works out. Like he knows it’s a sure fire way to get them to blush. Especially if on the way down from time to time he kisses them😩.

He would also be the one to grab the heaviest barbells and do arm curls just to show off his muscles. Like he ensures that his love is watching him as he’s doing it. He knows what he’s doing and he’s such a little shit.

I LOVE HIM.

He dose this to us on purpose I swear 😩. 

thank you for the tag cherry, these are always so fun

(i’m too lazy to look for people i can tag 👍🏻)

Saw this cute little picrew image maker on twt! I love these sorts of things sm 🥹

➡️ Picrew.me

I’m tagging; @pandoraslxna @neteyamyawne @jakexneytiri @quicktosimp @neteyamsyawntu @hotdsworld @tallulah477 (only if you want to <3) and anyone else who’d like to!

I’M CRYINGG

' I didn't have it in my self to go with grace '

' and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves '

I LOVE THISSS

Fingertips

RDA! Jake x Omaticaya! Reader

(first attempt at smut wish me luck)

Warnings: smut obv, sub Jake, hand kink, dacryphilia, dom reader, piv sex, mild choking, does reader sticking their fingers in his mouth count as a warning, pretty mild ngl I'm just testing the waters, Jake's probably horribly ooc tbh

Jake has always been... a little interested in your hands. Maybe it's the three fingers as opposed to his four. Maybe it's their dexterity, the ease at which you can do things he finds difficult, with his clumsy demon hands.

Whatever the reason, it's beginning to catch your attention more and more, how he'll allow his own hand to brush against yours as you walk side by side, how he insists you do things for him so he can watch your slender fingers at work, and even when you talk, he watches them instead of you.

You've observed this little quirk of his for weeks now. You don't want to make mountains out of a molehill, after all.

But those weeks of observation conclude that, yes, yours are the only hands he stares at so shamelessly, and yes, you're not seeing things when his expression grows almost longing and hungry when he looks at them.

So you've decided to do something about it. After all, Jake is beautiful, for all his odd ways and alien features. You'd be the stupidest girl in the tribe not to make a move, knowing what you know.

Which, if you're correct, and you're sure you are, is that Jake Sully has a thing for your hands.

You're on a walk with Jake, talking quietly in Na'vi, gently correcting him when he stumbles over a word here and there, making unnecessary hand gestures just to watch the way his eyes instinctively track them.

You smile to yourself at that, deliberately gesturing right in front of his face. He goes almost cross-eyed trying to follow it, and you laugh abruptly.

Jake startles, eyes darting to your face as his cheeks flushing like a child caught misbehaving.

"You're staring an awful lot, little demon," you hum, slipping your hand under his jaw, tilting his face upwards. "Something wrong with my hands?"

You feel his Adam's apple jump against your knuckles as he swallows hard. "No," he manages, watching your face as his flush deepens in hue.

"No?" you repeat. "Then what is it?" you coo innocently, tilting your head to one side in mock curiosity.

"Nothing!" he said defensively, batting your hand away and turning his back on you.

You can't help but smile, running a hand up his tail and along his spine as you draw nearer, revelling in the way he shudders and presses back into your touch. "I think it is something, little demon," you say, pressing your body against his back, looping your arms around his neck playfully, your tail coiling against his thigh.

"And so what if it is?" Jake demanded, folding his arms and keeping himself stiff under your touch. "I can stare at what I want, can't I? No rules saying I can't."

"So fiery," you tease, resting your chin in the crook of his neck. "My intention is not to upset you, little demon. I am merely curious about what is so interesting about my hands."

He huffed but didn't push you away, his ears tilting backwards to catch your words. That alone gives you an idea.

"In fact," you say airily, tilting your face up and nipping at the tip of his ear, delighting in the way he gasps and jerks in your arms, "I find it rather endearing."

"You do?" Jake said, sounding like he was trying to disguise the pitiful hope in his voice.

"Mhm. I just want to know what it is that makes them the object of your attention," you prompted as he turned in your arms, keeping them lazily draped around his neck. His pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling a little unsteadily as he looks at you, ears pricked forward.

"They're- they're pretty," he admits, swallowing dryly, searching your face for any sign of disgust or judgement. He finds none, which gives him the bravery to soldier on. "And your fingers are really long, and-"

"Why is them being long so appealing to you?" you said amusedly, shifting one of your hands to take a hold of his chin, thumb pressing into his bottom lip.

He draws a trembling breath at the touch, mouth falling slack.

Fucking perfect, you think as you look at him, drawing on your limited knowledge of demon curses to form the thought.

That mouth is practically an invitation all its own, and you accept it eagerly, slipping your thumb between his lips, and press down on his tongue.

Jake whines around the digit, a sound you never thought you'd hear him make. "Yeah? you like that, little demon?" you murmur, watching in rapture, your own pupils blown wide as you force him onto his knees, pressing steadily on the floor of his mouth.

He looks up at you, his own hands finding homes at the backs of your knees.

You could get used to this, honestly. The sky demon on his knees for you, lips wrapped obediently around your thumb as he looks up at you. He's normally so cocky. Rebellious and loud, tearing up the quiet village with his alien language and strange ways.

Not that you hate it, but you love this much more.

"Just look at you, little demon," you purr. "If you could see yourself now, on your knees with my thumb in your mouth."

He moans at the thought, grip tightening your knees.

You decide to indulge his love of your hands a little further, freeing your thumb from his warm mouth with a wet pop, ignoring his whimper at the loss. He's hard already, you note, spreading his knees and trying to rut into the forest floor like some kind of desperate whore.

His noises only grow louder as you make your next move, which is forcing two of your fingers into his mouth, practically down his throat, keeping his tongue pinned down and the walls of his throat fluttering helplessly against your fingertips as he chokes a little around your fingers, eyes growing glossy.

He makes a garbled noise around your digits, eyes wet and hopeful as he looks up at you. You have to give him credit for never once breaking eye contact.

"What was that?" you prompt, eyes glinting as hot desire pools in your stomach, but you don't remove your fingers, instead forcing him to try and speak around the intrusion in his mouth.

"Please," he manages, or something that sounds enough like it to get his meaning across.

You smile. Victory. You don't even know what the competition was, but this feels like a victory nonetheless. "Please what?"

He just whines with frustration, bucking his hips up against nothing, seemingly too embarrassed to say what.

You force your fingers deeper into his mouth, until you feel the back of his throat. He gurgles incoherently, fat tears beginning to roll down his cheeks, his grip remaining ever-tight on your legs. "Little demon."

He still doesn't say anything. Probably because your fingers are halfway down his throat.

But you relent anyway, pulling your fingers out of his mouth momentarily, kneeling before him, forcing him onto his back- making sure he doesn't injure himself as you shift his legs to lie flat. You straddle his hips, feeling his erection press up against your core. You hum with satisfaction at the feeling.

Jake looks up at you, practically quivering, face wet with tears, lips glossy with drool, his hands on your hips as he tries feebly to buck up into you.

"Beautiful," you muse, before leaning down to capture his lips.

He gasps into your mouth, and you can feel his chest jerking against your palms as he struggles to even his breathing out. You don't know if you want to let him. You like him like this, teary and drooling and breathless and desperate.

But you're impatient. You've indulged him enough, you think, as you roll your hips against his, sighing at the delicious friction, but it's nowhere near enough.

You shift back onto his thighs, fumbling with the strings of his loincloth while he watches blearily, half-broken pleas falling from his lips in a ready river, mostly incoherent and entirely pathetic.

Finally, you manage it, and his cock springs free. It's as pretty as the rest of him, and you tell him so, smiling rather pridefully as he whines and thrusts into air, precum already dripping onto his stomach.

You raise your core above it as it twitches in the cool air and, though it seems impossible, his pupils dilate further, and he grows louder, tugging at your hips, trying to encourage you down. "Please, baby, please-" he gulps.

"Hush," you say firmly, and force your fingers back into his mouth, effectively shutting him up as he lets out a strangled moan around them.

Slowly, painfully slowly, just to tease him, push him a little further, you sink onto his cock, gasping at the stretch, head lolling back, back arching as he bottoms out inside of you.

He fucks up into you like a feral animal, eyes rolling in his head as your warmth encases him entirely. For a few moments, all you can do is let him, moaning shrilly yourself as his thrusts punch the air out of your lungs.

But you regain yourself, albeit less sane and more intent on fucking him into the forest floor.

You adjust your grip on his chin, your fingers in his mouth, his drool bubbling around your knuckles and down his chin. "Poor dumb baby," you coo with mock-sympathy, beginning to ride him like a thing possessed.

He makes a shrill noise, fingers digging purple bruises into your hips, tears still steadily trickling down his cheeks.

Then one of his hands finds your clit and rubs a harsh circle into it, and you gasp, jerking atop him, your vision flashing white for a moment, familiar heat welling in your core.

Jake's hips begin to stutter against yours as his eyes roll once more, the walls of his throat pulsing against your fingertips.

You, at the last minute, yank your fingers free and crush your lips to his, both of you moaning as you come. Hard.

He sobs a little into your mouth, holding you down on him as his thrusts grow feeble, his seed filling you with a comfortable warmth. "S'good, so fucking good," he blabbered, like he couldn't bear to shut up now he didn't have your fingers down his throat.

"I know, I know, little demon," you pant, pressing your nose to his tear-wet cheek, taking in the scent of him, your arm locking around his shoulders, holding him against you as his movements finally still.

You sit there for a moment, cuddling him close as he wheezes into your neck, his cock still twitching inside you as you both come down from your highs.

"So..." you manage finally, pulling back a little to grin at him. "Hand kink much?"

Jake groans at your use of English, covering his eyes. "Shut up."

First smut down woohoo it's only uphill from here folks