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Those prompts are hot af.

30. "Make me yours." with Jake?

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “make me yours.” — j. s.

tsaheylu had been an unsettled topic between you and jake. you know that you both wanted it, wanted each other, to feel that connection run through your bodies. and, nothing seemed to be stopping jake from bringing it up. while you, you hesitate.

you doubt yourself, and the love he has for you. the na’vi’s way of establishing a relationship is very different from humans. it just seemed much more, intimate. and you weren’t sure if you were ready.

but, eywa, you couldn’t say no to those eyes. brimmed with tears, clouded with love and lust, pupils almost swallowing his irises. you had him on his back, stripped of any clothing or accessory, lips bruised and wet from every kiss you gave.

whimpers fell easily from him, pleads following as he struggled to grab his braid. you’d hum, taking a moment before slowing your thrusts. your hips moved expertly, keeping your dick snug inside him while grinding your tip against his prostate. the reduced movement allowed him to grab hold of his tswin with shaky hands, bringing it forward to rest on his torso.

“please,” his voice was broken, cracking, desperation clear in his tone — he needed you.

“make me yours.” oh, great mother.

jake would whine more after, but that was all you needed, shrugging your tswin off and over your shoulder. “look at me, sweet thing.” he could barely see, but still follows the orders given, gazing at you through blurry vision. some droplets fell down his temples, you gently wiping them away. “i see you.” he almost sobbed. it was the first time you had said it, and he couldn’t help but cry even more.

you didn’t bother letting him say anything, because by his reaction you already knew what he would’ve said. you only grasped his tswin and your own, gently guiding them towards one another until they eventually entwined.

so, so many emotions and sensations hit you both at once — it was overwhelming. but, the connection you felt made it all worth it. you were mated, your bodies joined together, and there’s nothing in this world that you would trade that feeling for.

2 or 28 with Jake Sully

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⠀⠀“i think about you. ceaselessly.” — j. s.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀“you blush so beautifully.” — j. s.

jake never understood your adoration towards him. he always thinks it’s because he was toruk makto, and how he led the na’vi to victory against the sky people — and you always tell him no. sure, it’s impressive, but you didn’t care for it. at this point, he doubts he’ll ever get it.

but, that doesn’t mean you can’t at least try to force it through his thick skull.

“you blush so beautifully.” that only make his blush darken, hiding his face beneath his bicep. he was naked, vulnerable, nothing to cover his beauty — your words, not his. it made him red, all over, thighs rubbing together.

your skilled fingers rub over his skin, ignoring the spots were he needed them the most, silently worshiping the majority of his body.

he’d squirm, complain, talking about how stupid this is. you only continue, leaning down to kiss everything you touched. truthfully speaking, he loved this. your attention is all he craved. his body saying what he wouldn’t as it twitched, his dick drooling pre-cum.

“please.” he whispers. he wants you inside, any part of you, as long as you fill him. but no, moments like these take time, and you have the patience to give every piece of him the admiration it deserves. he’s so perfect.

“i think about you. ceaselessly.” your words fog his mind. he whines, arching his back, pressing his chest onto you.

after almost an hour had passed, you would finally, finally, touch his cock, then his ass. giving his most sensitive spots everything they needed, and more. what he hadn’t realize, is that you wouldn’t stop doing so until he couldn’t come anymore. he earned this, to have his mind broken, you thought.

this will be a very, very long night.

If you're still doing the number prompts,

5 and/or 9 would really go really great together with Jake Sully

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀“don’t stop.” — j. s.

⠀⠀ “i am yours to do as you please.” — j. s.

you and jake were always thankful when you both were alone.

with the kids, it was a lot harder to find time for yourselves. you enjoyed spending time with them, of course, but sometimes you just wanted to lean on your mate and forget all your worries.

and, for whatever reason, eywa decided to fulfill your wish.

the children went down rather easy, which was suspicious, yet you decided to be more grateful than curious. jake gives you a look, and you just shrug; he does as well. you both go to your shared room, but neither of you are genuinely tired. and, in a matter of seconds, your lips were on his.

you haven't touched him in so long, and the moment you got a chance, you took it without even a hint of hesitation. it seemed he felt the same way as his firm arms wrapped around your neck, tail swaying along with his hips.

his back was soon pressed against the mat you would merely cuddle on most night, too tired to do much else.

thank eywa this wasn't one of those nights.

jake spoke between kisses, encouraging you to pick up the pace, to take your damned tewng off. he was always talkative. you were somewhat lost in your own world while stripping both jake and yourself down, admiring his body, but you did catch a few things he said. "c'mon, need you.", "been so long, too long.", "don't stop."━ as if you ever would.

soon enough, you both were bare, and instead of kissing his lips, you'd move on to his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to it. "god, i've missed this. you're gorgeous." it was muffled, but jake still heard it, chuckling breathlessly. "really? doesn't seem like it," he shifts, continuing as you pause, "you're taking too long." once again, he shifts, or attempts to, but this time you hold him in place.

"i will take as long as i want," gripping his thighs, you pull him closer, making him yelp. quickly, he clamps a hand over his mouth. the kids were sleeping, and he didn't want this to end. "you deserve to be savored. worshipped, even." his cheeks warm up. you know he has a thing for that.

a scoff, "well, then," he gathers his courage, looking you in the eye. he even had a playful smirk on his face. "i am yours to do as you please."

Ooh could I request a jake sully x top male reader smut? He's been misbehaving lately but instead of punishing him reader is very gentle. Sir kink and overstim please!

Jake Sully.

top male reader

sir k. | overstimulation | praise | guided handjob | brief mention of fingering | anal | brief bite

a/n: feel like I haven't written in ages but I missed Jake fics. sorry I took so long to write this + that it's short

Jake's been fucking with you, and you know it. He's been tugging at your strings of patience and waiting for them to snap. And they do, when you give him a final chance to redeem himself and he purposely fucks it up. But they don't snap in the way he expected.

He chose to ignore you today, and you hoped he'd finally listen when his own safety was at stake. But he chose to put your irritation above all else and your shout of warning went in one ear and out the other.

You don't hide your disapproving stare when Jake sits up and presses a hand against his stinging chest. You're quiet when he meekly looks up at you, waiting for a heated response to come from you not because of the minor, easily avoidable injury (had he just listened to you), but because of his insistent misbehaviour.

But you stay silent, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. When you open them again and exhale, Jake is still looking at you. A cocky smile takes over his face when you don't speak and you know you have to do something about it.

Despite his pride, he still follows like a lost puppy when you tug on his wrist and softly push him into your shared tent.

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"Touch yourself, love." Your words break the silence and Jake's tense staring session, burning holes into the wall in front of him.

Jake turns his head to the side and looks at you from the corner of his eye, suddenly losing all of his previous attitude, fingers twitching against his thighs. You stay standing behind him and he feels so unbelievably exposed. "I.."

"You heard me," your tone is a stark contrast to your words – far gentler and more adoring than Jake expected. His shoulders jump when your hands glide up his back and your fingers rest on his shoulders, applying a soft pressure. But his arms stay motionless at his sides and you sigh softly.

Your fingertips leave behind goosebumps when you gently run them over his shoulders, down his arms, and past his wrists. You cage yourself around Jake with your body, one hand holding his waist and the other cupping the back of his hand in your palm. The contact of your chest against his back makes his shoulders tense but you pay it no mind and force his hand to move under yours.

His warm palm makes contact with his hard, already weeping dick from under his loincloth and you smile to yourself when a pleasured sigh leaves him. Your lips press against the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulders and your hand speeds up. Jake groans under his breath and you can feel his pre-come seeping through his fist and pooling in your palm.

His jaw tenses, his breath heavies, and you just watch over his shoulder, setting an unrelenting pace with your arm, "feel good?" Your words are a whisper against his neck and his pulse beats under your lips.

"Mhm.."

"Use your words, love," your other hand slowly runs up the expanse of his stomach and up to his collarbones before your fingers gently trail back down again over his heaving chest.

"Yeah, f-feels good.." a gentle bite into his sensitive flesh has him gasping out, "feels really good, sir."

Your tongue runs over the faint bite marking his blue skin, "there you go."

You don't stop when Jake's hips stutter and shift in your hold and he whispers that he's close, expecting you to pull your hand away at any moment and rip him from his high. But you don't. A sob-like cry nearly escapes him when you keep going despite the come dripping down your knuckles.

Only when his knees threaten to buckle under his weight do you let him breathe. You hold him in your arms and let him kneel down on the leaf-covered floor, giving him a few short moments to settle and wiping your hand with a cloth.

His back stays pressed against your chest and your hands find his front again, fingers painting ghostly patterns over his stomach and chest, "you okay?"

Jake's hum of confirmation makes you smile. You slip a hand between your bodies and gently press it against his back encouragingly, between his shoulder blades, "on your hands and knees, then, love."

You're still gentle when your oiled fingers slip into him, cupping his hip with your other hand and rubbing circles into his skin with your thumb. Your touches never cease in their softness and care seeps through every movement, even when you push the tip of your cock past Jake's stretched rim and chants of your name and 'sir' leave him in gasps.

When your cock bumps against his prostate and sinks deeper into his guts, Jake shudders and his hips buck. Your hand slips from his waist to his cock, languidly stroking him. Your dick forces the air out of his lungs with every shift of your hips, no matter how small, and Jake can already feel his mind slipping away.

A particularly hard thrust knocks him down onto his elbows and you smile. It doesn't take long for him to come again when your hand doesn't leave his dick, only speeding up. He claws at everything in reach and a near-cry breaks past his lips when your hips don't stop.

"God, please," Jake manages to groan out through his noises.

You pause and your hand moves back to his waist, "want me to stop?" He doesn't answer.

"Then you can keep going," you tell him and an even softer "can you do that for me?" has Jake nodding.

"..Yes, sir."

"Good," you lean down to kiss along the light freckles that decorate his shoulders and push him until his cheek presses against the floor. Your hands slide under his hips and you hold his lower half up. Jake's gasp into his arm when your cock nudges his overstimulated prostate again makes you smile.