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Author: bishuthot
Pairing: Hybrid Jungkook x Reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: explicit sex, sub Jungkook and dom Jungkook, sub and dom reader, blowjob, handjob, impregnation kink, mating, daddy kink, mommy kink, possessive sex, infidelity (I.. guess?), dirty talk, jungkook going through heat, Jin and Namjoon being jerks (I’m sorry), mentions of death/murder/blood. Big oof.
Genre: Hybrid AU┃Smut, a little bit of fluff and angst I guess?
Description: Ever since the coronavirus pandemic broke out people had been desperately looking for a cure. Thankfully, Dr. Kim Taehyun managed to successfully create a vaccine, ending the virus once and for all. What he didn’t expect, however, was for his discovery to cause humanity an even greater problem, the accidental appearance of hybrid mutations. How can you, a mere human intern, deal with the harsh reality of your world and save the hybrid you have strong feelings for from the greed of your colleagues?
Word Count: 20,786
A.N: This is my very first oneshot and the first time I post something I’ve written on Tumblr so please don’t judge me too much lol. Keep in mind that English is not my first language so excuse any mistakes! I’ll try to edit them if I manage to spot them later <3 Oh and if someone actually bothers to read this, thank you. And of course DO NOT attempt to copy this and post it on ANY platform because I have eyes literally everywhere and karma is a bitch :3
You can also read it on Ao3, here ❤
Ever since the coronavirus pandemic broke out in 2019 people had been desperately searching for a cure. The world went crazy, grown adults fighting for toilet paper and hand sanitizers in stores with limited supplies. Many died, but even more decided to stay in their houses and never go out again. People were scared and governments could not keep them calm up until 2023, when professor Kim Taehyun finally found a working cure. Although vaccination was expensive, everyone saved enough money to get it and thus keep their families safe.
Everything was finally peaceful and the virus was forgotten for a while. But of course, peace could not last forever. A few years later, more specifically in 2030, the real effects of the life saving vaccine came to the surface. First, it was the high temperatures and the strong headaches. Many believed it was just a common flu, gulped down some multivitamins and went on with their day. Then it was the appetite changes. Some started eating way less and others a lot more. Vegans suddenly felt the dire need to consume meat and meat lovers turned to vegetables and fresh fruit. But this wasn’t enough to make people worry. Not yet.
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Hold My Hand and Never Let Go
word count: 3360
Pairing: Jake Sully x Female! Omatikaya! Reader Tags/Warnings: adults only, smut, sex, mating, bonding Summary: Older sister of Neytiri, younger to Sylwanin. After Jake successfully becomes one of the people, you take him to visit the Tree of Voices. All the while battling your feelings for him.
Author's note: The scene in Chainsaw Man where Makima and Denji lewdly hold hands inspired me to write this. Was originally gonna be reader and Lo'ak but I wanted to make it lewd, so Jake it is! This is not proof read so apologies for any mistakes! I'll fix em up later~
When Neytiri first brought Jake Sully before the clan, like everyone else you were shocked beyond belief. You offered to cut him down where he stood, had she forgotten the sins of Demons and the Sky People? What they did to Sylwanin?
But by Eywa’s Will he is granted sanctuary amongst the clan. And much to your dismay, your mother, the Tsahik, puts you in charge of training this would be warrior.
Many moon cycles you spend together. It became excruciatingly clear how difficult the path ahead would be. But you persevered, powered by sheer determination and spite; Tsu’tey’s constant dismissal and antagonizing being the driving force.
Though he was future Olo'eyktan, and you future Tsahik, the two of you were not to be a mated pair. It was an unusual situation, but not entirely unheard of. Your parents knew all too well how much the two of you butted heads, always getting on each other’s nerves one way or another.
A compromise then; he would be mated to your younger sister Neytiri. She accepted, noting that he was a great warrior and a promising future leader; Sylwanin always spoke so highly of him.
You put him to the back of your mind, your only focus being Jake and his lessons. Slow at first, especially with the language, he eventually finds his rhythm.
And when he passed his Iknimaya, you were overjoyed beyond words. It filled you with such pride watching him fly his ikran as though he was a natural born Na’vi. Eywa must have truly blessed this man. The two of you giggled like fools as you flew side by side, teasing each other with fake collisions.
Neytiri laughed at your antics, while Tsu’tey merely rolled his eyes, deeming you two a bunch of children.
You couldn’t stop smiling as you painted him in white intricate swirls. And when father declared him one of the people, you smiled brighter than you thought possible. Watching everyone gather around to join hands upon hands, excepting him, you weren’t ashamed of the tears in your eyes. Your gaze briefly met Graces’, the two of you letting out soft laughs noticing each other’s tears.
The day was filled with merriment and celebration. Every artisan of the clan wanted his attention now, showing him their workings, honed by years of trade. Then day bled to evening, filled with feast, song and drink. And when evening bled into night, you stealthily pulled Jake away from the clan, wanting some alone time.
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Hurriedly you pull him along, your footsteps leaving light trails in the earth. This was your most favourite time, the night, when Eywa was at her most beautiful. Even when the sun eclipsed, She never left her people in the dark; lighting the world in a brilliance of colour.
You giggle when you feel Jake playfully tug on your tail as you arrive at your destination; the Tree of Voices. The grove is awash in soft violet and pink hues, almost romantic in a way.
“This is a place for prayers to be heard, and sometimes answered.” You explain as you grab some of the tree. You connect your kuru and smile softly.
“We call these trees, Utral Aymokriyä, The Tree of Voices. The voices of our ancestors.” You watch as Jake connects to the tree, his pupils dilating for a brief moment.
“I can hear them…” He looks shocked, almost like a babe connecting to Eywa for the first time. You suppose that perhaps that was true in his case.
“When our energy is returned, we live on within Eywa.” He nods and disconnects himself. You touch your hands to his broad chest.
“You are Omatikaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree…” You hesitate for but a moment, turning from him you hold your hand out to an atokirina.
“…And you may choose a woman. Or man.” You smirk over your shoulder at him. You giggled at the disgruntled face he makes.
“Woman. Definitely woman…You’re unmated too, right? Can I ask, how come you never chose anyone? You must’ve completed your iknimaya long before I came around…”
He is of course right. There is a pang in your chest as you think on it. Once upon a time you would have been mated to Tsu’tey; but your clashing personalities made such a pairing disastrous. So by your own hand, you sabotaged your own future.
You could have chosen another man, but the fallout with Tsu’tey left you with such a strong impression, you couldn’t bare the thought of Eywa rejecting another union; least of all if it were to be your fault.
You curse yourself then, for the feelings burning inside you. As you stare into Jake’s golden eyes, you know with utter certainty, that you desire him. Your heart yearns for him, aches for his touch. He makes you feel comfortable, safe. Like you can express yourself in ways you wouldn’t to others, and he wouldn’t judge you for it.
You explain to him then, the falling out you had with Tsu’tey, and how it made you feel thereafter. Your heart beats fast in your chest, anxiously you search his gaze for anything close to disgust, almost waiting for an upturned sneer.
But it never comes. He simply smiles down at you, something akin to adoration in those eyes. It fills you with renewed confidence.
“And now…I think I am ready to choose a mate once again…But, he must also choose me.” You grab a hold of his hand, holding it to your face as you stare up at him once more. You watch as realisation slowly takes over, his eyes widening in shock.
“Me?”
You nod, leaning into his hand with closed eyes.
“Yes you…” You whisper into his palm. When you open your eyes once more, you don’t expect to see his face drenched in conflict.
“Jake…?”
“[Y/N]…Of course I choose you, but…”
Oh Eywa no, here comes the rejection. You curse yourself once more, you should have known better, should have kept quiet.
But he doesn’t say anything more. You notice he is looking at his own hands, once pinching the palm of the other. He’s grimacing, lost in his own thoughts.
“The people accepted me, and I’m grateful, really I mean that, I couldn’t be happier…But a part of me still feels, because of my demon blood, can I really be true Na’vi? And, what if something happens to this body? Or, or what if something happens to the link bed I’m lying in? Are you sure you wanna risk being with someone who could drop dead at any second?”
You heart breaks. You had no idea he had been harbouring such thoughts, such insecurities. You grab his face in both your hands, pulling him to meet your eyes once more.
“You are more Na’vi than you give yourself credit for. Eywa saved you in that forest from my sister, and it is by Her Will, that you stand before me. Do not ever doubt yourself like this, you hear me? The man I see before me is not his past, but the future he needs only to reach out and grab with both hands.”
Jake’s lips quiver slightly, but he swallows his would be tears and instead smiles down at you. It feels like the sun kissing your skin. He hands move to grab your face in turn. He says nothing, but slowly leans forward. You tilt your head as you lean closer to him. He stops just shy of touching you, as if to give you one last chance to back away.
Not a fucking chance.
You close the gap without a moment of hesitation.
When your lips meet, you can’t help but inhale sharply. The feeling of his soft lips on yours, it is as though something burst inside you; flooding you with a calming warmth. It seeps into your very bones, bringing an unexpected relief, and a sense of Home.
Tentatively, he moves his mouth against yours. Each move slow and meaningful. His thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. You press yourself harder, deepening the kiss. He moans into your mouth when you do, and he feels you smirk against him.
Cheeky.
He licks your bottom lip, and when you squeak in surprise, he wastes no time invading you with his long thick wet tongue. Your legs feel weak as he explores every part of your mouth, from the tips of your fangs, to the slick of your own tongue. The two of you tangle in each other, tasting, lapping up each other, until the need to breath becomes too much.
Slowly you pull away, laboured breath mixing with one another. He rests his forehead against you, his eyes search yours, though you know not for what. You kiss him lightly on the nose, giving him the reassurance he so desperately seeks.
You take a step back, grabbing his hand in yours as you lower yourself to the ground. When the two of you are knelt before one another, you hold his hand up to yours.
“When Na’vi mate…It is a life long bond. We connect our kuru, our queues together. Through it, you will feel what I feel, and I you…Na’vi are taught from a very young age, how sacred this bond is. It is the most spiritual way you will connect with someone, other than Eywa herself. So it cannot happen, until you find your one true mate…It is also, very, very erotic…Or so I’m told,” you can’t help the blush that adorns your face.
You notice though, that Jake doesn’t seem to be shy at all. He looks at you with such reverence. But there is also something behind his gaze, you dare say, almost predatory. As you he would devour you given the chance. The thought alone excites you, a spark igniting a warmth deep within your loins.
“So you tellin’ me young Na’vi teenagers don’t fool around?” You let out a short laugh at his question.
“Some do. But not always. The urges of the body can take over, but tsaheylu will always be sacred. And for some, they would rather share their first time with their mate.” He nods at your explanation.
“So have you ever…?” You shake your head in response.
“Have…you?”
“…In my Sky People body, yeah…” You nod in understanding; the revelation doesn’t surprise you. His people had different cultures from yours, and you mostly chose to remain untouched due to your own fear of rejection.
“Are you nervous?” He asks and you nod.
“But…It’s something I’ve thought about for a very long time…” Your fingers graze his palm, before you slide your fingers between his and gently hold his hand.
“I believe, mating, having sex, the better you understand the other person, the better it feels…I often wondered what my mate would look like…How long, would his fingers be?” Up and down your lithe fingers stroke the space between his own.
“Would his palm be warm, or cold?” You gently grasp his hand, bringing it to cup your face.
“How would it feel, to have him caress my ears?” You press his fingers around the tip of your ear. You bring his other hand to your mouth, gently taking his thumb between your teeth.
“How would it feel, to have him in my mouth? Taste him on my tongue?” Slowly, you let your tongue glide over his digit, sucking him into your mouth. Jake audibly gasps as you, you hear his tail swish behind him excitedly.
You remove his thumb slowly, pressing a kiss to the tip before you move his hand back down. He gulps audibly.
“You, sure you haven’t done this before?” His voice is anxious, and you revel in that fact.
“I am sure…Now, come. Let us mate before Eywa, ma Jake.” You move your queue to the space between you to, and he mirrors your actions.
You watch with baited breath as the pink tendrils seek each other, slowly entwining in brilliant white.
The feeling that floods you is near indescribable; a euphoria done little to know justice from words alone. It is as though you have lived your life as but a portion of a whole being, suddenly made whole through the bond. You feel his heart beating fast in his own chest, but also reverence he holds for you; as though you were the one to paint the stars in the sky, or hold moonlight in your hands.
He pulls you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He bites and licks at the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from you. The unexpected pleasure he feels through the bond pulls a low moan from the back of his throat.
His hands are on you, exploring you, every inch of skin set alight as his fingers glide over you. His mouth trails kisses down to your chest. He gives your nipple a teasing lick, before taking the bud into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it perks, then moves to do the same to the other. Your fingers thread through his hair as he does, short gasps leaving you as he does.
The pleasure travels down into your loins, the warmth slicking your walls.
Once he’s satisfied, he sits up to press his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. He is far less gentle this time, mouth dominating your own for control, tongue lapping and invading your mouth without warning.
His hand travels down to your sex, gently cupping you through your loin cloth. You moan shamelessly into his mouth as you feel him gently stroke you.
The pleasure is soft and gentle, with a promise of something grand in the distance. But this friction is not enough. You whine when he grazes your clothed clit, and it’s all the indication he needs. He tugs at the hem and you hurriedly undo the seams.
His hand his on you again, fingers gently prying into your aching core. When he feels the wetness of you, he moans and breaks the kiss.
“This all for me baby? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” he nips at your lip. You gasp as he coats himself in your juices, then gently start stroking your clit.
“J-Jake…” His name feels like a prayer from your lips.
Slowly he moves into you, pressing one finger into your throbbing pussy. He moves his thumb to rub your clit, all the while he pumps that singular long digit in and out of you.
Your cunt sings with a pleasure you never thought possible, your walls becoming wetter with each deft stroke. The pleasure spreads to every inch of you, ecstasy dancing on every nerve. The pleasure only grows when he inserts a second finger. The coil inside you tightening, the promise of orgasm growing ever closer.
Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible. You can’t help but grind yourself against his hand, your body demanding more friction.
“Yes, yes, yes ma Jake!” Your voice sings his praises and he quickens his pace.
“That’s is baby, you’re so close I can feel it. Cum on your mate’s fingers,” He moves his mouth to your ear and bites down gently. With one final pump of his fingers you cry out loud as your orgasm hits you. Your walls clentch tightly to his fingers, all the while his thumb gently strokes you as you ride out your pleasure.
When the sensation becomes overwhelming, you whine and tap in on the shoulder. Thankfully he relents, and slowly removes himself from your core.
But the night’s not over yet, and you feel as though that was but a taste of the whole meal.
You can feel his hardened cock aching through the bond.
Instinctively you lay on your back, pulling him with you. You spread your legs as wide as you can, and he nestles between. He removes himself from the constraints of his clothes.
Slowly he rubs his member up and down your slit, lubricating himself as he pumps his hand up and down.
His eyes find yours. Your hand rests beside your face, and he threads his fingers with yours. He squeezes and you squeeze back, nodding your head.
Slowly he starts pushing himself inside you. The feeling is strange and unfamiliar, perhaps even a little uncomfortable. He takes his time though, and you feel the strain of his willpower to move at such a pace. Once he is buried to the hilt, he lets out a shaky breath, resting his head beside you. His laboured breath tickles your ear.
He’s waiting for you to get used to the feeling, giving your body a moment to adjust to the stretch. The uncomfortable feeling from before doesn’t take long to subside, and is instead replaced with a soft pleasant feeling.
You kiss his check, and gently grind yourself against him, encouraging him to move. He groans into your ear, the deep guttural sound of his voice tickling your stomach.
He slowly removes himself, just before the tip, before slamming right back into you. The pleasure that hits you is so sudden you can’t help the loud moan it rips from your throat. He doesn’t wait this time.
With reckless abandon he’s pounding into you, his cock moulding itself into your throbbing walls of your needy pussy. Each thrust makes the most lewd squelch of wetness and flesh you have ever heard. It arouses you even more.
Faster he fucks you, the coil of pleasure tightening once again, threatening to snap at a moments notice. His moans are low and breathless, curse words sprinkled in between as he rides his pleasure within your centre.
Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing his dick to hit a place even deeper than before. Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You feel his other hand cup your face, the other still holding your hand tight.
“Open your eyes, [Y/N], please. I wanna see you when you cum.”
With some effort, you open your eyes to lock your gaze with his. The feeling in your heart explodes a million times over as you feel his love for you through the bond, and the joining of your sex. It brings tears to your eyes.
“I love you Jake—my mate—my Jake—forever! I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop!”
He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too [Y/N]…Cum for me again baby, let me feel you one more time.”
The cord snaps and your orgasm hits you hard. The moan from your lips burgeoning on a scream. Your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth. The pleasure burns pleasantly from your clit to the tip of your kuru.
Jake continues his brutal pace while you ride out your orgasm. The sensations that flood him through the bond are enough to bring him to his own release.
“[Y/N]!” With your name on his lips, it only takes a few more thrusts before his burying himself as deep as he can, your pelvis bone aching, as he paints your walls with his seed.
He gives you a few more hard thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.
Finally he collapses on top of you, both of you well spent.
He rolls himself onto his back, pulling you with him. He doesn’t remove himself from you, nor does the bond release.
You lay on top of him then, head reasting on his chest. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart; it fills you again with the feeling of home.
Your hand idly traces the glowing stars on his chest. You are both warm and sweaty. Sticky from your exertions. The air is thick with the scent of mating. But neither of you mind.
One arm wraps around you, securing you to him. He brings his other hand to yours, entwining your fingers in a tight embrace.
“I love you, [Y/N]…”
“I love you too, ma Jake. Hold my hand, and never let go.”
You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.
Hold My Hand and Never Let Go
word count: 3360
Pairing: Jake Sully x Female! Omatikaya! Reader Tags/Warnings: adults only, smut, sex, mating, bonding Summary: Older sister of Neytiri, younger to Sylwanin. After Jake successfully becomes one of the people, you take him to visit the Tree of Voices. All the while battling your feelings for him.
Author's note: The scene in Chainsaw Man where Makima and Denji lewdly hold hands inspired me to write this. Was originally gonna be reader and Lo'ak but I wanted to make it lewd, so Jake it is! This is not proof read so apologies for any mistakes! I'll fix em up later~
When Neytiri first brought Jake Sully before the clan, like everyone else you were shocked beyond belief. You offered to cut him down where he stood, had she forgotten the sins of Demons and the Sky People? What they did to Sylwanin?
But by Eywa’s Will he is granted sanctuary amongst the clan. And much to your dismay, your mother, the Tsahik, puts you in charge of training this would be warrior.
Many moon cycles you spend together. It became excruciatingly clear how difficult the path ahead would be. But you persevered, powered by sheer determination and spite; Tsu’tey’s constant dismissal and antagonizing being the driving force.
Though he was future Olo'eyktan, and you future Tsahik, the two of you were not to be a mated pair. It was an unusual situation, but not entirely unheard of. Your parents knew all too well how much the two of you butted heads, always getting on each other’s nerves one way or another.
A compromise then; he would be mated to your younger sister Neytiri. She accepted, noting that he was a great warrior and a promising future leader; Sylwanin always spoke so highly of him.
You put him to the back of your mind, your only focus being Jake and his lessons. Slow at first, especially with the language, he eventually finds his rhythm.
And when he passed his Iknimaya, you were overjoyed beyond words. It filled you with such pride watching him fly his ikran as though he was a natural born Na’vi. Eywa must have truly blessed this man. The two of you giggled like fools as you flew side by side, teasing each other with fake collisions.
Neytiri laughed at your antics, while Tsu’tey merely rolled his eyes, deeming you two a bunch of children.
You couldn’t stop smiling as you painted him in white intricate swirls. And when father declared him one of the people, you smiled brighter than you thought possible. Watching everyone gather around to join hands upon hands, excepting him, you weren’t ashamed of the tears in your eyes. Your gaze briefly met Graces’, the two of you letting out soft laughs noticing each other’s tears.
The day was filled with merriment and celebration. Every artisan of the clan wanted his attention now, showing him their workings, honed by years of trade. Then day bled to evening, filled with feast, song and drink. And when evening bled into night, you stealthily pulled Jake away from the clan, wanting some alone time.
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Hurriedly you pull him along, your footsteps leaving light trails in the earth. This was your most favourite time, the night, when Eywa was at her most beautiful. Even when the sun eclipsed, She never left her people in the dark; lighting the world in a brilliance of colour.
You giggle when you feel Jake playfully tug on your tail as you arrive at your destination; the Tree of Voices. The grove is awash in soft violet and pink hues, almost romantic in a way.
“This is a place for prayers to be heard, and sometimes answered.” You explain as you grab some of the tree. You connect your kuru and smile softly.
“We call these trees, Utral Aymokriyä, The Tree of Voices. The voices of our ancestors.” You watch as Jake connects to the tree, his pupils dilating for a brief moment.
“I can hear them…” He looks shocked, almost like a babe connecting to Eywa for the first time. You suppose that perhaps that was true in his case.
“When our energy is returned, we live on within Eywa.” He nods and disconnects himself. You touch your hands to his broad chest.
“You are Omatikaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree…” You hesitate for but a moment, turning from him you hold your hand out to an atokirina.
“…And you may choose a woman. Or man.” You smirk over your shoulder at him. You giggled at the disgruntled face he makes.
“Woman. Definitely woman…You’re unmated too, right? Can I ask, how come you never chose anyone? You must’ve completed your iknimaya long before I came around…”
He is of course right. There is a pang in your chest as you think on it. Once upon a time you would have been mated to Tsu’tey; but your clashing personalities made such a pairing disastrous. So by your own hand, you sabotaged your own future.
You could have chosen another man, but the fallout with Tsu’tey left you with such a strong impression, you couldn’t bare the thought of Eywa rejecting another union; least of all if it were to be your fault.
You curse yourself then, for the feelings burning inside you. As you stare into Jake’s golden eyes, you know with utter certainty, that you desire him. Your heart yearns for him, aches for his touch. He makes you feel comfortable, safe. Like you can express yourself in ways you wouldn’t to others, and he wouldn’t judge you for it.
You explain to him then, the falling out you had with Tsu’tey, and how it made you feel thereafter. Your heart beats fast in your chest, anxiously you search his gaze for anything close to disgust, almost waiting for an upturned sneer.
But it never comes. He simply smiles down at you, something akin to adoration in those eyes. It fills you with renewed confidence.
“And now…I think I am ready to choose a mate once again…But, he must also choose me.” You grab a hold of his hand, holding it to your face as you stare up at him once more. You watch as realisation slowly takes over, his eyes widening in shock.
“Me?”
You nod, leaning into his hand with closed eyes.
“Yes you…” You whisper into his palm. When you open your eyes once more, you don’t expect to see his face drenched in conflict.
“Jake…?”
“[Y/N]…Of course I choose you, but…”
Oh Eywa no, here comes the rejection. You curse yourself once more, you should have known better, should have kept quiet.
But he doesn’t say anything more. You notice he is looking at his own hands, once pinching the palm of the other. He’s grimacing, lost in his own thoughts.
“The people accepted me, and I’m grateful, really I mean that, I couldn’t be happier…But a part of me still feels, because of my demon blood, can I really be true Na’vi? And, what if something happens to this body? Or, or what if something happens to the link bed I’m lying in? Are you sure you wanna risk being with someone who could drop dead at any second?”
You heart breaks. You had no idea he had been harbouring such thoughts, such insecurities. You grab his face in both your hands, pulling him to meet your eyes once more.
“You are more Na’vi than you give yourself credit for. Eywa saved you in that forest from my sister, and it is by Her Will, that you stand before me. Do not ever doubt yourself like this, you hear me? The man I see before me is not his past, but the future he needs only to reach out and grab with both hands.”
Jake’s lips quiver slightly, but he swallows his would be tears and instead smiles down at you. It feels like the sun kissing your skin. He hands move to grab your face in turn. He says nothing, but slowly leans forward. You tilt your head as you lean closer to him. He stops just shy of touching you, as if to give you one last chance to back away.
Not a fucking chance.
You close the gap without a moment of hesitation.
When your lips meet, you can’t help but inhale sharply. The feeling of his soft lips on yours, it is as though something burst inside you; flooding you with a calming warmth. It seeps into your very bones, bringing an unexpected relief, and a sense of Home.
Tentatively, he moves his mouth against yours. Each move slow and meaningful. His thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. You press yourself harder, deepening the kiss. He moans into your mouth when you do, and he feels you smirk against him.
Cheeky.
He licks your bottom lip, and when you squeak in surprise, he wastes no time invading you with his long thick wet tongue. Your legs feel weak as he explores every part of your mouth, from the tips of your fangs, to the slick of your own tongue. The two of you tangle in each other, tasting, lapping up each other, until the need to breath becomes too much.
Slowly you pull away, laboured breath mixing with one another. He rests his forehead against you, his eyes search yours, though you know not for what. You kiss him lightly on the nose, giving him the reassurance he so desperately seeks.
You take a step back, grabbing his hand in yours as you lower yourself to the ground. When the two of you are knelt before one another, you hold his hand up to yours.
“When Na’vi mate…It is a life long bond. We connect our kuru, our queues together. Through it, you will feel what I feel, and I you…Na’vi are taught from a very young age, how sacred this bond is. It is the most spiritual way you will connect with someone, other than Eywa herself. So it cannot happen, until you find your one true mate…It is also, very, very erotic…Or so I’m told,” you can’t help the blush that adorns your face.
You notice though, that Jake doesn’t seem to be shy at all. He looks at you with such reverence. But there is also something behind his gaze, you dare say, almost predatory. As you he would devour you given the chance. The thought alone excites you, a spark igniting a warmth deep within your loins.
“So you tellin’ me young Na’vi teenagers don’t fool around?” You let out a short laugh at his question.
“Some do. But not always. The urges of the body can take over, but tsaheylu will always be sacred. And for some, they would rather share their first time with their mate.” He nods at your explanation.
“So have you ever…?” You shake your head in response.
“Have…you?”
“…In my Sky People body, yeah…” You nod in understanding; the revelation doesn’t surprise you. His people had different cultures from yours, and you mostly chose to remain untouched due to your own fear of rejection.
“Are you nervous?” He asks and you nod.
“But…It’s something I’ve thought about for a very long time…” Your fingers graze his palm, before you slide your fingers between his and gently hold his hand.
“I believe, mating, having sex, the better you understand the other person, the better it feels…I often wondered what my mate would look like…How long, would his fingers be?” Up and down your lithe fingers stroke the space between his own.
“Would his palm be warm, or cold?” You gently grasp his hand, bringing it to cup your face.
“How would it feel, to have him caress my ears?” You press his fingers around the tip of your ear. You bring his other hand to your mouth, gently taking his thumb between your teeth.
“How would it feel, to have him in my mouth? Taste him on my tongue?” Slowly, you let your tongue glide over his digit, sucking him into your mouth. Jake audibly gasps as you, you hear his tail swish behind him excitedly.
You remove his thumb slowly, pressing a kiss to the tip before you move his hand back down. He gulps audibly.
“You, sure you haven’t done this before?” His voice is anxious, and you revel in that fact.
“I am sure…Now, come. Let us mate before Eywa, ma Jake.” You move your queue to the space between you to, and he mirrors your actions.
You watch with baited breath as the pink tendrils seek each other, slowly entwining in brilliant white.
The feeling that floods you is near indescribable; a euphoria done little to know justice from words alone. It is as though you have lived your life as but a portion of a whole being, suddenly made whole through the bond. You feel his heart beating fast in his own chest, but also reverence he holds for you; as though you were the one to paint the stars in the sky, or hold moonlight in your hands.
He pulls you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He bites and licks at the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from you. The unexpected pleasure he feels through the bond pulls a low moan from the back of his throat.
His hands are on you, exploring you, every inch of skin set alight as his fingers glide over you. His mouth trails kisses down to your chest. He gives your nipple a teasing lick, before taking the bud into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it perks, then moves to do the same to the other. Your fingers thread through his hair as he does, short gasps leaving you as he does.
The pleasure travels down into your loins, the warmth slicking your walls.
Once he’s satisfied, he sits up to press his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. He is far less gentle this time, mouth dominating your own for control, tongue lapping and invading your mouth without warning.
His hand travels down to your sex, gently cupping you through your loin cloth. You moan shamelessly into his mouth as you feel him gently stroke you.
The pleasure is soft and gentle, with a promise of something grand in the distance. But this friction is not enough. You whine when he grazes your clothed clit, and it’s all the indication he needs. He tugs at the hem and you hurriedly undo the seams.
His hand his on you again, fingers gently prying into your aching core. When he feels the wetness of you, he moans and breaks the kiss.
“This all for me baby? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” he nips at your lip. You gasp as he coats himself in your juices, then gently start stroking your clit.
“J-Jake…” His name feels like a prayer from your lips.
Slowly he moves into you, pressing one finger into your throbbing pussy. He moves his thumb to rub your clit, all the while he pumps that singular long digit in and out of you.
Your cunt sings with a pleasure you never thought possible, your walls becoming wetter with each deft stroke. The pleasure spreads to every inch of you, ecstasy dancing on every nerve. The pleasure only grows when he inserts a second finger. The coil inside you tightening, the promise of orgasm growing ever closer.
Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible. You can’t help but grind yourself against his hand, your body demanding more friction.
“Yes, yes, yes ma Jake!” Your voice sings his praises and he quickens his pace.
“That’s is baby, you’re so close I can feel it. Cum on your mate’s fingers,” He moves his mouth to your ear and bites down gently. With one final pump of his fingers you cry out loud as your orgasm hits you. Your walls clentch tightly to his fingers, all the while his thumb gently strokes you as you ride out your pleasure.
When the sensation becomes overwhelming, you whine and tap in on the shoulder. Thankfully he relents, and slowly removes himself from your core.
But the night’s not over yet, and you feel as though that was but a taste of the whole meal.
You can feel his hardened cock aching through the bond.
Instinctively you lay on your back, pulling him with you. You spread your legs as wide as you can, and he nestles between. He removes himself from the constraints of his clothes.
Slowly he rubs his member up and down your slit, lubricating himself as he pumps his hand up and down.
His eyes find yours. Your hand rests beside your face, and he threads his fingers with yours. He squeezes and you squeeze back, nodding your head.
Slowly he starts pushing himself inside you. The feeling is strange and unfamiliar, perhaps even a little uncomfortable. He takes his time though, and you feel the strain of his willpower to move at such a pace. Once he is buried to the hilt, he lets out a shaky breath, resting his head beside you. His laboured breath tickles your ear.
He’s waiting for you to get used to the feeling, giving your body a moment to adjust to the stretch. The uncomfortable feeling from before doesn’t take long to subside, and is instead replaced with a soft pleasant feeling.
You kiss his check, and gently grind yourself against him, encouraging him to move. He groans into your ear, the deep guttural sound of his voice tickling your stomach.
He slowly removes himself, just before the tip, before slamming right back into you. The pleasure that hits you is so sudden you can’t help the loud moan it rips from your throat. He doesn’t wait this time.
With reckless abandon he’s pounding into you, his cock moulding itself into your throbbing walls of your needy pussy. Each thrust makes the most lewd squelch of wetness and flesh you have ever heard. It arouses you even more.
Faster he fucks you, the coil of pleasure tightening once again, threatening to snap at a moments notice. His moans are low and breathless, curse words sprinkled in between as he rides his pleasure within your centre.
Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing his dick to hit a place even deeper than before. Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You feel his other hand cup your face, the other still holding your hand tight.
“Open your eyes, [Y/N], please. I wanna see you when you cum.”
With some effort, you open your eyes to lock your gaze with his. The feeling in your heart explodes a million times over as you feel his love for you through the bond, and the joining of your sex. It brings tears to your eyes.
“I love you Jake—my mate—my Jake—forever! I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop!”
He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too [Y/N]…Cum for me again baby, let me feel you one more time.”
The cord snaps and your orgasm hits you hard. The moan from your lips burgeoning on a scream. Your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth. The pleasure burns pleasantly from your clit to the tip of your kuru.
Jake continues his brutal pace while you ride out your orgasm. The sensations that flood him through the bond are enough to bring him to his own release.
“[Y/N]!” With your name on his lips, it only takes a few more thrusts before his burying himself as deep as he can, your pelvis bone aching, as he paints your walls with his seed.
He gives you a few more hard thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.
Finally he collapses on top of you, both of you well spent.
He rolls himself onto his back, pulling you with him. He doesn’t remove himself from you, nor does the bond release.
You lay on top of him then, head reasting on his chest. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart; it fills you again with the feeling of home.
Your hand idly traces the glowing stars on his chest. You are both warm and sweaty. Sticky from your exertions. The air is thick with the scent of mating. But neither of you mind.
One arm wraps around you, securing you to him. He brings his other hand to yours, entwining your fingers in a tight embrace.
“I love you, [Y/N]…”
“I love you too, ma Jake. Hold my hand, and never let go.”
You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.
R rated shield bugs
Hot damn.
This is the first time I've ever written anything. Hope you like it lol
HARVEST MOON
Your legs that were tightly wrapped around his waist now fall on the soft mattress, underneath your small shaking body. Warm fluids flowing down your thighs "it hurts me to see you not soaking up all of me in that sweet little cunt princess" he said in a gruff voice, picking up your legs and putting them over his shoulder entering you in one swift motion.
He once again starts thrusting in you with no mercy hitting that spot inside your cunt, hitting it with such force, it makes your mind blank, your head lolled back as loud high pitched moans leave your lips that were music to his ears, eyes shut tight and toes curling. "Look at me while I am fucking into you princess" you obey, wanting to please him, your eyes snap open as you look up at him.
"that's right princess you look so good taking me like that…such good girl I've got for myself" he moaned as you look at him like he was your entire universe
Which quite Frankly he was.
You mewl, body being handled roughly on the silk sheets bed creaking ever so slightly complaining about how hard and rough he was thrusting into you. You were so glad that you lived in the countryside so you didn't have to worry about neighbors hearing the moans and mewls that were leaving your mouth. You wouldn't give a damn even if there were neighbors who'd hear you.
You just wanted to be with Jimin, love him, kiss him, make love to him and mate him… you wouldn't give a damn if a bunch of peasants who drive a minivan hear you making love to love of your life wishing they were you and your love.
God this man looked so good sweat dripping down him as he rams his fat cock into you over and over again making you see stars. You squeal as you feel him slap your tits lightly, you turn your heads towards the sheets "focus on my eyes Princess" he commands his voice which was usually soft and gentle now filled with husky need.
For It was the Harvest moon tonight and you were dripping for him and him only.
You whimper as you feel him pull out not liking the feeling of emptiness you clench around over nothing he chuckles and flips you over, face pushed between the pillows and ass waving high as you look behind to see him getting ready to mount you in all his glory
God you just wanted to fuck, have his fat knot in you loving the feeling of his thick fat knot between your thighs sooo much
You were so lucky to be mated with the packs Alpha, divk so good you'd break skin for it
He slams into you roughly, sending shivers down your thighs, he bends down. His chest pressed against your back. It all felt so intimate you felt like you'd cry. "tell me who fucks you full of pups" he asked "y-you do" you whimpered out as he started pounding into you again "Who!?" he asks again this time in a needier and more desperate voice "Who's filling this needy cunt with pups?!" he again almost shouted "Jimin" you moan his name "jimin-n" you scream drawing out his name.
He pulls out again you whine and push our ass against his abdomen to get him to thrust into you again. He chuckles and lines his tip with your entrance "oh princess you've been such a good girl today you deserve my cum tell me you want it hmm? You want me to fuck a pup in you? Tell me baby" He rams himself in you, this time with no intention of pulling out he starts raming in you whole, A gutteral moan leaves your mouth as he continues to fuck all the senses out of you, hands reaching down to play with your erect nipples
Mind blurring from all the pleasure you were getting from him
Soon you felt pressure building up in your lower tummy, you knew you were close you clench around him he twitches inside you he was close too.
He bends down his chest and abs pressing against your back as he kisses your neck. Leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses up and down your neck.
"god" he chokes as he pulls your flushed body towards him "god you're perfect" you almost went crazy at the way he groaned, god he sounded so fucking hot, so primal completely drowned in pleasure.
"A-Alpha" you gasp out as he fucks into you with no return "omega" he groaned slamming his length inside you.
Jimin's teeth graze your marked skin as he growled "omega" in a low tone that made your toes curl "cum for me"
You being the good girl you were for him. You do as you're told to.
The release you've been hungry for the entire night came as you finally clenched around him tightly cumming around him. "fuck" he growls as your greedy cunt milks him out dry he cums inside you filling you up to the hilt. You smile slightly as you feel his warm load inside you. He notices your smile and strokes your hair gently. Kissing your temple. "You know I love you right my princess", he questioned in his usual soft voice. "I know…I love you so much too." You reply am
You were still connected as he lays you down on the silk sheets, unable to pull out his fat knot inside you. He rubs his face over your marking you with his scent.
He smiles to himself as he glides his hands over your stomach. Wishing to have made puppies with you as he lays down beside you pulling up the covers over your fucked out form. He cuddles up to you nuzzling his face in your hair laying down with his whole world
His entire universe.
Older Wolf x bunny hybrid male reader ~
Older wolf who first mates with you because he was in rut and mates with the first cute thing he saw and it just so happened your pheromones drew him in like something so sweet and ripe just meant to be his.
Older wolf who finds you in his woods watching you like prey as you leave your burrow becoming obsessed with you more after his rut deciding now your his mate but you didn’t mind you were a little bunny boy just wanting to get fucked silly and a nice older wolf gave you just that.
Older wolf who mounts you during heats pressing his chest to your back gripping your cheeks tightly bruising them as your bunny tail wiggles right above your ass while he pounds you on the ground making your tummy bulge with his knot as he grunts things in your ear like “gonna turn you into my little breeder, or gonna knock you up with my litter til you can’t think bunny~”
Older wolf who bites on your neck hard digging his teeth in marking you rubbing his scent all over you so far infatuated with you he’s drunk on your pheromone’s tracing your tongue all over your body as he ponds you with your ass up face down gripping your hips so horny he lifts your legs off the bed pounding you groaning out “so sweet bunny~”
Older wolf who is obsessed with getting you pregnant, wanting you to carry his litter wanting to stuff you and make the womb inside your tummy ache and over flow with his pups, fucking your ass harshly stroking your cock at the same time going feral on top of you even making you a nest when your in heat despite your instance your not an omega and don’t need one he still makes one
Older wolf who loves eating your ass out during heat pressing his face between your cheeks licking up all the slick you produce for hours before he even fucks you, leaving his face slacked and your cock already overstimulated with your bunny ears laying flat as he promises “mhm so good bunny just a little longer~”
Older wolf who loves to make you ride him love seeing the size difference and how your body stretches your rim over stretched to fit his girth as he pushes his hand down on your stomach harshly pressing the bulge in you as you ride him all sloppy with your ass home dripping wet slick all over him making his knot drenched
Older wolf who knocks you up every mating season every year or rut he ends up getting you pregnant unable to stop clinging to you after nuzzling against you cuddling as he spoons your used body leaving your ass stretched gaping and filled by the end of mating season leaving you nothing more than used up and drooling on yourself with your bunny ears laying flat while the older wolf pets them whispering “such a good bunny boy~”
dimitriii i have an ideia !!
could u write a dom!toji x bunny! younger reader smut? where the bunny boy its just so cute and toji wants to fuck him silly and breed him all the time
Cuffing season~
A/n I like the way you think! Cause some bunny boy breeding is exactly what Toji needs so I hope I did your fantasy justice and enjoy ;]
Female aligned and mdni this is an 18+ blog with nsfw below the cut
Mating season, the bunny version of cuffing season was here for you and here you were needy desperate with your bunny ears laying flat as you hump toji’s pillow all hard leaking pre cum all over it while he’s gone.
“Someone’s in a mood isn’t he?” Toji asks as he stands in the doorway raising a brow watching you try to please your self with his pillow as your purr with your bunny tail wiggling above your ass cheeks “y-out back early!” You quickly stop rutting into his pillow pulling away flushed “no no, don’t stop cause I’m here baby?”
Shutting the bedroom door he walks closer pulling his shirt off showing his muscular chest as he grips your hips pulling you closer as he places one hand on your bunny tail rubbing at it as he lifts you up with ease pushing you up on the bed further gripping your bunny ears shoving your face into the pillows flipping you on your stomach “Toji please~”
“Does bunny boy need a cock in em that bad?” Toji grunts out pulling his sweat pants off then pulling off his boxers as you lay face down ass up wiggling your ass back and forth trying to get him to fuck you but instead only reviving a harsh slap to your right ass cheek “o ow hurts!”
You yelp out “cmon stop actin like a slut or ill treat ya like one bunny~” he groans smacking your other cheek as he massages them pulling your cheeks apart and spiting on your ass hole.
“Mhm Toji~” you moan reaching your hand back when he pulls his boxers down as you grab his cock while laying face down ass up, your hand guiding his tip to your rim pressing him to it rubbing around his spit as he holds your hips up “fuck, boy” he moans as he snaps his hips forward without warning filling you up “o-Oh hah~!”
Your eyes going wide pulling at the bed sheets your jaw slack as you feel his whole girth stretching you out just like your body craves as you lay in heat turning dumb off his cock with your fluffy bunny ears flicking letting your head droop down “see that all ya needed bunny? A cock to stuff ya wide open”
Toji speaks lewdly one hand gripping your hip tightly as your rim stretches out wide around his cock and your gummy walls clenching sucking his cock back in as you picked around him.
“Fwuah! To—ah” you arch you back as your body heats up feeling his tip rutting right against your prostate making your breaths rigid feeling his pressure inside you “such a sloppy bunny look at ya!”
Grinning as he fucks you with you as dripping and creating your own slick from being in heat, your juices coating his shaft while he slaps your ass cheek hard then pulls on your cotton tail “nhg~ so full~”
“Just like that boy” leaning down into your ear as he pulls you back on his cock further taking a mounting position with him on your back shoving your face into his pillow as he harshly pulls on your bunny ears “m mhm!”
Screaming into your pillow and crying out gripping the sheets feeling his muscle mass on top of you pinning you into the bed fucking you harshly making your ass hole start to burn for being stretched so long but your too cock drunk to care.
“Always so tight aren’t cha?” Grunting in your ear being condescending as his tongue licks over his scar while snapping his hips forward making his groin slap your ass cheeks hard enough for them to turn red while you lay in a daze blabbering incoherently lost in the feeling of getting your heat handled by him “ofhm ohm T-o-Ji~”
drooling and pressing your face in the pillow all fucked out and fisting your sheets as the bed rocks back and forth with toji’s force and weight on top of you.
“Aww already close? And here I thought my bunny could last longer, tsk” Toji says with disdain as he keeps fucking you making your cock jump all hard and neglected as your tip drips needs of pre cum into the sheets before your stomach tightens up shooting cum all over yourself as you gasp loudly drooling into the pillows arching your back like a cat crying out as your hole convulses around him milking him.
“O-ahh Toji~!” Crying out as his cock twitches one last time slamming into you hitting up agaisnt your prostate making your bunny ears droop down on your head lewdly and your bunny tail stop twitching as his cock throbs.
Toji keeps shooting his load deep inside you shooting white ropes painting your insides in a thick coating making your heat feel satisfied as you start relaxing your fists no longer gripping harshly,
“Good bunny, just needed to be bred didn’t cha?” Toji hums in your ears as he gives them a few rough pets kissing on your neck slowly pumping his hips back and forth making sure his load goes deep putting pressure on your prostate as your heat starts to rise back up again
But oh well you were a bunny and bunny’s have high stamina right! Looks like you and Toji are in for a long night of breeding.