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Footlong (18+)

Ethan, a boy you bullied in highschool, sees you at a frat party and is hungry for revenge.

saw (this fic) and was like damn, i need an extended version of this.

pairing - dom!ethan landry x bully!reader

one shot length, 1.9k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, creampie, mentions of sh, degradation, tara reader and quinn are all bitches, big dick ethan

“Ethan? Please. I bet he’s never even held hands with a girl.” You quipped to Tara when his name aroused in a game of Fuck Marry Kill. Quinn quickly disagreed, “I bet- No, I know he’s packing. Haven’t you seen the outline in his khakis?” You internally bleh-ed at her wandering eyes. “Quinn, you fucking horndog,” you joked, leaning back in your chair and contemplating the original question: Fuck Mary Kill, Chad, Ethan, Frankie. “Fuck Chad, Marry Ethan, Kill that motherfucker Frankie.”

“Swap Ethan and Chad, then agreed,” Quinn said. Suddenly Ethan walked in in the khakis Quinn was talking about earlier, finding his seat in the back of the class. “Speak of the devil,” Tara tsked. “Yo, Ethan,” you called out. His eyes flickered up to meet yours before quickly dropping back down. “C’mon, why the long face? I heard only fans should be back up tonight, and I’m sure the ladies miss you as much you miss them,” you fake pouted. He just rolled his eyes and focused on copying down notes he borrowed from some friends.

“Ethan!” Tara called out to him, only this time he didn’t look up. “Don’t mind y/n, she’s just nervous. She wants to invite you to her party tonight, wants to see this ‘big dick’ everyone’s gassing.” You smirked and found Tara’s comment as a perfect opening. “Yeah, Ethan, that true? That you hide a footlong in your khakis?” You asked him condescendingly, a flush already flooding his cheeks. “Oh, Ethan,” Quinn gasped, grabbing on the sides of her desk to rock it. “It’s too big, I can’t take it,” she moaned artificially.

Ethan slouched in his seat, wanting to be as far as possible from here.

He was though, he slouched in his seat on the couch at the frat party, beer can in hand. He saw you dancing with some of your friends who he’s never seen before, having not seen you since Highschool. Oh would vengeance be sweet.

He waited until you walked into the kitchen for a drink so that he could approach you without distractions. “Y/n l/n,” he said with false surprise, making you turn around with a gasp. He grew taller, his hair was more put together, he was just hotter. “What a surprise,” he smirked. “Footlong!” You smiled, the name stemming from the joke from 12th grade. “Ethan- sorry. Old habits die hard,” you said. “It’s all good just, surprised to see you here,” he spoke.

“You’re taller!” You said awkwardly, gesturing your hands towards his figure. “Yeah, I guess canceling all those only fan subscriptions helped me grow,” he joked self deprecatingly, sadly smiling. You sighed, hating apologizes. “Oh, yeah sorry about all that. It was just a joke,” you said in the most tone deaf way possible. “Hey I mean, at least those were all rumors. It’s not like it came out that I had a threesome with Paul Keene and his cousin and it turned out to be very true.” Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips twisted into a snaky expression.

“Yo what the fuck is your problem?” You asked him as your temper rose. “Just taking a trip down memory lane,” he smirked before taking a sip of his beer, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You looked at him with utter disgust for his remarks about the past. “Okay, my bad. You have gotten sexier though,” he said, empty hand reaching for your side.

You inched closer, giving into his touch. “Oh yeah?” You asked as you let his feel up your side. “Yeah,” he confirmed before finally landing a grip on your waist, pulling you in close. “You wanna dance?”

You led him to the dance floor to engage in some tipsy dancing. He wasn’t the best, was a little stiff, but you were there to help him out. You grinded on him as his hands rested at your hips. Ethan groaned as he felt his erection slowly growing as your ass rubbed against him.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing you by your wrist, and you complied to follow him up the stairs. He slammed you against the paneled wall and kissed you hungrily, groaning into your mouth. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a littler turned on by this, your stomach churning.

You slowly slipped your tongue into his mouth, moaning into the kiss as his hands reached to fumble with your tits.

“Fuck,” he said after pulling away, wiping the extra slobber on his face with his palm. He grabbed you by your hand this time, leading you into an empty bedroom, being quick to lock the door.

“So, Footlong,” you started while walking into the room. “We gonna test if the rumors true? And I’m gonna guess you’re a virgin. Sex isn’t the same as porn, and girls aren’t like those cam girls I know you like to watch. Just to let you know.” He grimaced at your words, seeing that you obviously haven’t changed at all.

“Sad to see you haven’t changed,” he said. “Still a bitch,” he said with a smirk. “A sexy bitch,” you said. “According to your words.” Ethan was quick to correct you, “I said you were sexier, not sexy.” Your expression quickly faltered. “God I can’t believe I kissed you. You probably have herpes,” he said while wiping a hand down his face. “I-I don’t-”

“You know I used to burn myself? Almost everyday after school?” He asked, completely shifting the mood. Your face filled with shock, up until now unaware. “Ethan- I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me-” “Cause it was none of your fucking business!” He yelled, making you inch back a bit. “Just like it was none of your fucking business saying those things to me, knowing what I already had going on in my life.” He said, referring to the death of Richie and his father’s coping mechanisms.

“But I know why you’re here, y/n. It’s not because you like me, it’s not because you want to make up, it’s because you’re a fucking loud mouthed whore.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but you just couldn’t.

As he stood he started to unbuckle his pants, letting them drop to his knees. Your eyes grew wide at the visible bulge in his boxers, maybe not 12 inches, but still huge. “What? You need a step by step tutorial?” He asked, eyeing your blank expression. His words made you quickly snap out of it and get down so your knees touched the cold wood.

You tugged his boxers down, allowing his dick to spring out. He shallowly hissed at the cold air. Your mouth watered at the sight, he was perfect. You eagerly took the tip of him, feeling the rumbles of his groans. “That’s it, shut up and take it,” he grunted, slowly thrusting himself deeper into your throat. You rested your hands on his inner thighs and moaned on his length, finding yourself extremely turned on.

“Is this gonna be our secret? Are you gonna be too embarrassed to admit to your friends that you got face fucked by Ethan Landry?” He asked, his thrusts growing more aggressive. Your eyebrows contorted upwards, and with every thrust your mouth made a wet clicking sound.

You continued moaning around him from the pleasure of being used, eyes now glossy and red. Ethan slipped his hand down and pulled his cock out of your mouth, making you sigh from disappointment. “Stick out your tongue,” he softly demanded, and you quickly complied. “That’s a good whore,” he groaned as he jerked himself off over your tongue. You found yourself reaching your tongue up, just for a little taste. “Does the slut want my cum?” He asked, growing close, face completely red. “Yes,” you moaned. “Beg for it.”

You pouted, hungry for his cum. “Please cum for me, Ethan. I want your cum s’bad!” You whimpered out. Ethan threw his head back as he shot his cum directly in your mouth, a little making its way onto your lips. You licked it off your lips sluttily before swallowing all of it. Ethan tilted his head slightly, “Not even a thank you?” He asked, annoyed. “Thank you,” you corrected.

He looked down at you on the floor, eyeing you still in the dress. “Turn around.” After you turned to face away from him, he unzipped your dress to help you take it off, taking his shirt off as well. He hooked your black thong in his fingers and moved them to the side, eyeing your glistening pussy. He spit on it before giving your ass a slap, making you yelp and bounce forward.

“Face down,” he ordered, making you lay your face down on the cool floor. He took his cock and rubbed it up and down your pussy, leading you to whimper. “Please fuck me, Ethan,” you moaned. He slapped your ass again, “Yeah, you want my cock, slut?” You nodded furiously. “Please, need your cock in me,” you whined, pushing your ass back in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he slid into you, grabbing a hold of your waist. “Ethan!” You moaned out. Never in a million years would you ever think that Ethan fucking Landry would be stretching you out. “That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, ego boosting from how much you enjoyed it, from how you whimpered on his dick and clenched around him.

“So big,” you whispered, which he picked up on. “Yeah? You love my big dick stretching you out?” You nodded in response. “Yes, fuck I love your cock, Ethan!”

He got so much pleasure out of watching you submit for him, the girl who tormented him for years just from her words, going dumb on his cock. “Mm, slap my ass again please, it felt s’good,” you slurred out. He smiled and was quick to comply, leaving a red mark on your cheek. “Slut love when I smack her ass?” He asked smugly. “Mhm,” you whimpered.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you struggled to find anything to grab onto, reaching for your discarded dress to scrunch in your hands. “Not gonna say anything bitchy?” He asked, thrusts growing deeper. “Where’d your confidence go? Fuck you’re pathetic,” he smirked. “Pathetic slut who likes getting her pussy ripped apart by absolutely anyone.” You moaned at his words, growing close as tears formed in your eyes.

“So close, Ethan,” you whined, your stomach twisting in the most pleasurable way. “Oh yeah? Beg for it,” he grunted, slamming into you harder. “Fuck- please let me cum Ethan, your cock feels s’good,” you begged, cunt squeezing his length so tight. “That’s a good fucking whore, cum on my cock,” he groaned. You released all over him, squirting for the first time.

The liquid spurted onto his thighs and the floor, making you feel somewhat humiliated. He continued to fuck you, having not came yet. You screamed from the overstimulation, moaning uncontrollably. “Fuck, oh fuck. Ethann,” you whined as he chased his own high.

“Fuck!” He groaned with one final slam, filling your cunt with his thick cum. He was quick to pull out and watch his cum slowly drip out of your pussy. “Come taste yourself,” he said. You shifted around and bent over to suck his dick, covered in a mix of yours and his cum. He cursed under his breath as you overstimulated his cock, grabbing your head and pushing you down on his length, throwing his head back, groaning as you deepthroated him. Then he lifted your head up to see your fucked out face, wet with sweat. “Be useful and open your legs.”

god created men and sent lando norris as an apology.

· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

MDNI, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Please do note this was just to poke and have fun, it’s not gonna be perfect so don’t expect it. Anyways, hope you all enjoy my 35 min writing and yes I know this troupe and idea been used a thousands times, act like it hasn’t 😭 Nanami ass may be ooc here, idk.

Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

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Putting you in your place

ft. Nanami ཐིཋྀ

ཐིཋྀ In which you, Gojo’s annoying little sister, get put in your place by none other than Nanami Kento.

ཐིཋྀ Warnings : mean! Nanami, Hair Pulling, Tie as gag, Face Fucking, Gagging, Heavy Degradation, use of Slut and Bitch (and Whore), No protection- he comes Inside you, Nanami absolutely destroying you.

ཐིཋྀ MDNI smut under the cut

Being Gojo’s brat of a sister. Always teasing Nanami about him not having a girlfriend. Constantly whining in his ears about the dumbest shit. You’re as annoying as your big brother, and Nanami can only tolerate so much.

Especially when you decide to be rude on top of it. Wanting to catch an attitude with everybody because something didn’t go your way.

That is exactly why Nanami had you on your knees taking his cock, his hand in your hair roughly bobbing your head along his thick length. “Is this what you needed to shut up?”

“Needed to be treated like the stupid slut that you are. Fucking annoying bitch.” He cursed, eyes dark with rage as he made you take him deeper. Loud gags filling the empty room as Nanami fucked your face.

Mascara filled tears ran down your face as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into the muscular man’s thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. His pace fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin repeatedly.

Nanami’s head fell back, a string of curses leaving his mouth before he was yanking you up by your hair. Bending over his desk before thrusting into your sopping pussy with no warning.

You let out soft cries as he bullied your cunt open, stretching you out almost painfully. Nanami groaned loudly when you clenched down on him. His long fingers digging into your cheeks as your moans increased in volume. “Shut the fuck up.” he grunted. Pulling off his tie in one swift motion before stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it. Had enough of your bratty attitude,”

Nanami’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your tits rubbing against the hard wooden desk as your body jerked with every thrust. It felt so good to put you back in your place. He was so fucking tired of hearing your whiny voice.

Nanami this. Nanami that. I want this. I want that. Always getting on like a fucking baby when you didn’t get your way. He was sick of it.

Nanami grabbed onto your two wrists bruisingly, holding them behind your back as his other hand found its place in your hair again. Pulling you up, Nanami held you flush against his chest, cock reaching even deeper than before as he fucked into your shorter frame.

You felt so tiny against him, your head resting on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled by the yellow and black cloth. Forcing your teary eyes open, you could see the pure rage on the man’s face. His eyebrows furrowed, hooded eyes glaring down at you and his lips pressed into a scowl.

It gave him maximum satisfaction to see you so stupid on his cock. “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” He grunted.

“Fuck. You fucking brat. Look at you, where’s that annoying bitch now huh?” He laughed darkly. “Gotta keep fucking you like this to keep your dumb slut of a mouth in check.”

You let out a muffled cry, his tie becoming soaked with your tears and spit as drool ran down the sides of your mouth. Knees wobbly beneath you and your eyes rolled back as the man fucked you closer to orgasm.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled out, “Look at me as i break your pussy for my cock.” He demanded, his voice rough and deep. You whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at him through wet lashes til you met his brown eyes.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter, your slick running down your thighs as he fucked every last brain cell from your head. Until your mind was etched with nothing but him, his name, and his monster of a cock.

You could feel his veins rubbing against your gummy spot as your body began to shake. Muffled incoherent moans of his name being spilled straight into the fabric between your lips.

“Should’ve known sooner that this is what a slut like you needed. It’s all you’re fucking good for huh baby?” Your head nodded in agreement. Obscenely loud squelching sounds filling the room as he sloppily thrusted into your soaked pussy.

A smirk grew on the man’s face. “Maybe I should stop right now and leave you needy for my cock for the rest of the day.” You whined in protest, your tears ready to double in amount. Nanami only smirked wider, “Teach you a real lesson.”

Nanami’s mouth hung slightly in short groans, his abs tensing behind you. “Fuck, go ahead slut. Come. Make a fucking mess for me.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans and screams going unheard as you squirted. The clear liquid gushing onto the man’s thighs and tiled floor. “Fuck you’re such a dirty whore.” he spat, teeth clenched as he contemplated pulling out. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum. Someone like you is bound to be on the pill anyway.”

Nanami stilled deep inside you, his deep groan sounding in your ear as you felt hot ropes of cum coat your walls. “There we fucking go.” He sighed, remaining buried in your warm cunt for a few more minutes before pulling out.

Upon seeing your messy tear stained face, Nanami’s eyes widened. Did he go too far? Shit. Taking the dripping tie out your mouth, he opened his mouth to ask if you were okay. Instead taken aback when you hugged him tightly, looking up at him with a wide grin. You truly were a slut huh.

You giggled, “Wanted that for so long. Wish you would have done it sooner.” you pouted. And Nanami simply blinked in surprise as you nuzzled into his chest. You really were Satoru’s sister.

We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.

She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wiseness and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.

obsessed with Her.

the fact that the first female human experience barbie goes through is being self conscious and experiencing sexual harassment mirrors how growing up as a girl one day you’re okay and the next all of a sudden you feel bad about your appearance and are receiving unwanted advances is something that can be so fucking important to be recognized in film

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Brothers.

Neteyam got fed up.

idea I had that made me laugh that I didn’t care to take serious. If only high camp had fabric markers and extra T shirts. Would have saved so much time.

holy fuck

no buts only jealous jake sully making sure you remember you’re his, claiming your body and fucking you until you’re left with his scent all over you? i’m definitely writing that. — i just have a this kink i can’t even name and it’s not ok.

warnings – pure filth, no plot just jake sully reminding you who you owns you, dumpification, sort of angry sex, crying, doggy, tummy pressing, one slight spank mention, rough sex, jake saying ‘smartfuck’ as a thing, that’s it for now i think? ; wc 1.1k!

“thinkin’ you’re a smartfuck huh?” — jake sully (⨳)

jake was angry, he was so angry that he was snapping his hips into you mercilessly, just knocking your breath and fucking your gut to place it right.

your skin flaming hot, body sweaty and sticky with your slick nectar, you hear jake grunt while he fucks you. “jake,” your soft voice surfacing in the air, your inside tightens when you feel his engorged tip teasing your cervix.

“shut up and fuckin’ take it, will ya?” he wasn’t the type to be mean during sex but jake doesn’t give a flying fuck right now. he needs to show you how he was going to handle your minx attitude.

you moan as he continuously plunge into your cunt and feel how he wrapped his arms on your waist to pull you meet his thrust.

“just like that,” he lowly moans, watching how your pink folds take open and he sinks into you, becoming one soul with his lover girl. “fuck me, do it baby, fuck me back.” you don’t say a word, moan rolling out from your lips.

the sight of you was pleasing to jake.

your hair displayed everywhere, back perfectly arched and ass perched out for him. he loved every single drop of it, of you.

your head is aching when he screws you mercilessly. “oh– wai…jake!” your sweaty hands fist on the mattress under you. you could feel the annoyance and hurt feelings from the way his cock drills into you.

“that stunt you pulled there, what did you think you did huh?” his angry hiss makes you shiver. “going all around and flirting with those men.” the way he says every word only caused you to feel more nervous.

jake was suddenly leaning towards you, hovering above you until you’re pressed to the mattress and jake was pushing his body on you. “you think you’re smart huh?” he awfully chuckles.

screaming to the pillow when he fully bottoms out, you shake your head and jake only clicks his tongue.

his large hands sliding over your arm until they reach your small fist and pin you there, his drenched chest pressing to your back while you’re stuffed with his cock. “thinkin’ you’re a smartfuck and thought i won’t notice?”

“you’re mine.” he growls to your ear, grazing his teeth on the lobe. “mine to have and own.” of course jake knew you belong to yourself but right now? no, no one but he owns you.

your muffled yells of pleasure keeps pushing him, tightening his heavy balls that slaps with your skin when he fucks you.

still draping himself on top of you, he forcefully sneaks his hand to your stomach. a little below your navel and thinking of simulating your clit but something moans him audibly moan.

the noticeable bulge pressing to his palm while he was still inside you, disappearing from his touch when he withdrew and appeared when he plunged his cock in you. “fuck,” he hissed, feeling his pelvis flip hard.

you on other hand, bring your head up and mewl a cry out when he press his palm on your pelvis. it felt, you felt so good and full.

he moved his hand away just to bring it up and hold you, you don’t notice how he guides you to your own tummy to make you feel him inside you.

you both moan, jake placing his hand over yours while you’re feeling him pushing over your hands when he was completely inside you. he was so big and you loved it.

“feel me baby?” he asks, pushing your hands more. “feel how i even poke on your skin?” you only nod, drool starting to leave your mouth, you looked like a thristy pet.

you feel jake lean his forehead on the back of your neck, grunting when he you tighten around his girth cock.

your pussy was pulsing, having you whimpering with every thrust. “you know no one makes you feel good like me.” he knew you. “i know your body more that that bitch you flirted with, i know everything about you.”

he was psychotic yet you loved him the way he was.

“say it.” he pulls his hips almost pulling out of you. “tell me i’m the only one.”

your chest heaves, closing your eyes when you feel him deeper than ever. “you’re…i’m yours.” he chuckles, finding you cute when you’re fucked up to even make a sentence. “you’re close.” he warns, hips picking up rougher and strong pace.

“oh god,” you claim, very spent and throat dry. “jake, i’m gon…” your eyes screw shut when it comes hard, crushing you down. “that’s it, milking me so fucking wet and good like you always are.” he praises you.

you lazily lay on the mattress while jake fucks himself on top of you. you whine, the pleasure starting to become too much. “so good for me, i’m so close.” he coos at you.

his large hand patting on your head like it would help you. “you’re doing great, just let— shit!” he closes his eyes, throwing his head back gently and coming. “hm, so fucking beautiful.” he groans, watching his cum leak out of you and paint your skin.

once you two feel yourself coming back to reality, jake laughs softly. “that was amazing.” he says and you only hum. “not gonna talk to me?” he tries and you only keep ignoring him.

“princes—“ you cut him off. “just don’t punch anyone else from now on, he was helping me and not flirting.” jake feels his gut knot, you’re still upset. “i’m sorry” he apologize while still his cock was deep inside you.

“i don’t want to think about it, i want to sleep.” you demand and jake nods, deciding he’ll just clean you up and you will rest. “i love you.” he mutters, pulling out of you.

“i love you too.” the upset tone was still there but what makes jake fall for you more was how you assured him you loved him even though how mad you’re at him.

“i’ll be back.” you hear himself before leaving the shared mattress with you.

my eyes y’all MY EYES ARE NOT EVEN OPENING, goodnight imma head to sleep, this literally took me one hour to finish and that’s the longest i have sat to write. ugh.

like + reblog are super appreciated and not pressured! thank you for never ending support — i love each and every one of you ** mwah!!

HIII if you have time could you write a platonic jake sully & reader thing where jake's kind of a parent figure (or maybe is the reader's parent ?) with hurt/comfort if ur able ? tysm <3

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~ Jake sully x Daughter!Reader ~

~ The Eldest Sully saga ~

A/N: I'm on a rollll y'all. Not much to say other than I love to write Dad!Jake, but not as much as I love writing hurt comfort no sir. So anyways have both lol. This time the reader doesn't get in any arguments with anyone, I decided to keep it sweet.

>WARNING: [(hurt/comfort)] [(could be seen as ooc, idk u tell me)] [(a scene straight up copy pasted from Tarzan bc I love that dialogue and always will)]

>SUMMARY: Jake Sully does parenting and comforts his daughter. Could also be read as Jake Sully being the girl Dad that we all know he is.

. As Jake and Neytiri's first kid, you were their first everything: first time not knowing what to do when you cried for no reason, first time trying to feed a baby, first time trying to get a baby to sleep, quite literally first steps in every aspect.

. Jake was very kin on trial and error. He wanted to introduce you to new things constantly and see if you liked them or not.

. Since you were their first, I can't help but imagine the younger Jake in this (for this first bit). You know, the one who threw himself from an Ikran and onto Toruk's back because he had the theory that it would work? So yeah, he is a threat to himself and quite possibly baby you.

. But thank God that Neytiri was there to stop him from doing certain things. Like I 100% imagine him wrapping you up and attaching you to himself so that you rested against his chest. Why? Well so that you can go and fly with him of course!

. Neytiri shut down his idea in .1 seconds. And with good reason. Instead, you all ended up sitting on the forest ground as you giggled and babbled at everything you saw. Your parents laying down next to you as they watched you take in the world around you.

. Which Jake didn't mind one bit. At the end of the day, he realized that everything would come with time. Maybe he couldn't fly you to his favourite places yet, but in the meantime, he could teach you how to stand up, for starters.

. And so, Jake learned to be a responsible father. But not any less playful.

. As you grew, you became his little partner in crime. You followed him wherever he went, you were like a tiny shadow.

. You two partnering up to shower your mom with love <3

. Imagine Jake + a tiny Jake. A force to be reckoned with.

...

You held onto the thick branch, your tiny 10 year old body resting on top of it horizontally as your hands and feet held you up, your stance much like that of a viper wolf. Your eyes narrowed as you watched your pray standing still. You made no sound as you put most of your weight on your legs, ready to jump onto your target.

You lifted your arms, your legs bending to push you foward. You were about to jump when-

"An 'angtsìk giving birth is more silent than you, kiddo"

Your "prey" 's voice made you pause right before jumping, making you lose your balance. And so, you gracefully fell from the branch, onto the grass, on your butt.

"Ugh! No fair!" you pouted, throwing some tiny rock at him.

Your dad chuckled and knelt down in front of you, raising his palms towards you, you punched them playfully as your frown turned upside down.

"What isn't?" he asked nonchalantly, as you kept on hitting his palms lazily. Until you stopped and looked up at him.

"That you always know when I'm about to jump onto you!"

He stood up and so did you, he ruffled your hair playfully.

"Well, I'm your dad kid, I know everything"

...

. Now that you were older, you learned to value every small but special moment you had with your dad since you too were constantly busy.

. Every 15 nights or so, it was father daughter bonding time. Either you went for a walk or flied around. You always looked forward to them.

. Sometimes Jake sat back and realized how much you had grown. When? In what moment did he look away and suddenly you went from not even standing up on your own to fighting battles by his side.

. He usually stopped himself from thinking about it. It made him feel old.

. It also made him very emotional.

. He saw how you went from being a baby yourself, to holding each and every one of your siblings as they were born.

. He was proud of you to say the least. You had a heart full of love to give, you played and took care of your siblings all the time.

. He didn't remember the last time he heard you complain or get genuinely upset over something.

. Which sounded good at first, but maybe there was something that you weren't telling him or anyone for that matter.

...

It was a tough night. Your parents and Neteyam had just saved you from Quaritch but you had lost Spider in the process.

It was late now, you were all tired physically and emotionally, but you couldn't sleep, not when your parents were discussing what to do about this whole mess. You sat outside their tent, carefully listening to them talk. One by one, all of your siblings sat near you to listen aswell.

You were holding Tuk as you listened carefully. You couldn't believe what you heard. Not only were you scared of your family's safety, but apparently you were going to leave the clan?

You held Tuk tighter when you heard that Quaritch could use spider for information that could hurt you and your loved ones. The rest of your siblings had grim looks on their faces.

You felt how heavy your heart felt all of a sudden, filled with anxiety and fear. You softly told Tuk to stand up and you excused yourself, quickly walking away as you felt a cold running all over your body, your hands trembling.

None of your siblings knew what to do. None of them really knew how to comfort you. What to tell you to calm you down without making in worse. That was when suddenly your parents came out of the tent, and they noticed your siblings who were pretty obviously ears-dropping.

Neytiri was about to say something about it until she realized her eldest was missing.

"Where's your sister?" she asked softly, Tuk hugging her as she cried softly onto her mother's leg. Jake came closer and placed a hand on top of her head.

"She was listening with us, but she suddenly stood up and left. She looked pretty shaken up" Neteyam explained.

"You should go with her, Dad" said Kiri, with a look that told him everything.

"It's pretty bad" added Lo'ak.

Jake sent a look at Neytiri, and she nodded, telling him to go after you. He kissed her forehead and went looking for you.

It wasn't hard to find you, he looked for you at one of the nearest floating mountains and there you were. Sitting down, curled into yourself as you trembled every so often.

This was a very hard situation for everyone, but right now you needed your dad. So, he took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders back and sat down next to you.

"Why so blue?"

He had explained that sky-person joke to you when you were very little, and it had turned into a 'thing' between the both of you. The silliness of the joke usually cheered you up, but not this time. Jake got no reaction from you.

He softly caressed your hair and your ears flattened as hot tears continued to fall down your cheeks.

"Do you want to tell me what's on your mind?" He asked softly.

You nodded your head 'no'

He hugged you sideways and you easily moved your head to rest against his chest, making you wail and cry harder. You let all your anguish out as he just held you.

"Shhh, it's alright baby-girl. I'm right here" he hugged you gently as you let it all out. "There... you're alright, don't you worry"

After some time your crying turned into more silent sniffles.

"I'm just..." you sat up and looked at your dad "I'm just so scared, dad"

"I know baby, I... I know. But look." He grabbed your fand and cupped your smaller face with his hand. "We'll be safe as long as we stay together, you hear me?"

You nodded and as you felt more tears coming you hugged him tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I walk this planet" His own voice cracking as he hugged you back. He sat back and looked at you, holding your face once more and wiping the tears from your face.

"I'll always be here to protect you, you hear me?" Feeling secure for the first time in hours, you smiled softly and nodded at him.

"Atta girl"

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jake sully and his slutty little waist.

the waist that has your legs wrapped around at night as he ruts into you. the waist that you grab at and caress when he’s hitting the specific spot in you that makes you whine and squirm. the waist that always has scratches going from the sides to the back due to your wandering hands and indescribable pleasure.

jake sully and his slutty little thighs.

the thighs you catch yourself ogling at when he’s squatted down, sharpening his knife. the thighs you rock your hips up and down on when you get needy and he’s feeling too mean to give you what you really want. the thighs that flex constantly, making your eyes trained on them when your supposed to be doing other things.

jake sully and his slutty little chest.

the chest you would lay yours against when riding him. the chest you would subconsciously rest your head on when sleeping. the chest you would be faced with when training, him deciding to tease you some days by putting you face to face with his toned chest that he knows you adore and makes you crumble.

jake sully and his slutty little arms.

the arms that would be planted on either side of your head during missionary. the arms that would squeeze your waist tight during hugs. the arms that would flex every time he raised his bow, which you loved because the definition made you more horny than it should.

jake sully and his slutty little fingers.

the fingers that would be knuckle deep in your pussy at night. the fingers that would wrap tightly around your throat when he needed you to be quieter. the fingers that would tease you day and night in front of the clan by raking up your thighs, going just below where you needed them to be, then back down again.

jake sully the slut.

~Neteyam~

💙

Neteyam was such a good brother and a good son, he will always be in my heart.

why did they have to kill him?!?! :'(

I'm in tears 😭😭

i just saw someone on tiktok say the first time neteyam ever asked for something was when he was telling jake he wanted to go home, because he never ever complained and just went along w what his parents wanted because he didn’t want to disappoint them

Spoilers!!

As much as I love Tonowari, he had crossed the line in that scene, making my baby cry 😡

I had to XD

Lo'ak to Tsireya

oh to have someone like him 🫶🏻

Can I request the sullys taking metkayina reader to their home and she’s attracting a lot of omaticaya men and neteyam becomes really jealous and possessive please <33?

Enough Staring

|| absolutely not.

i’m jk pls don’t leave. I LOVE this idea, i can just imagine neteyam being all huffy and puffy about it 😭

characters: neteyam x metkayina! reader

ratings: SFW , jealous neteyam

||

He was pissed. It’s like they’ve never seen a Na’vi before. Well to be frank, you were an ocean Na’vi, so all these forest folk were in awe at home big, round and blue your eyes were, the different striping on your face, your beautiful proportions that were evolved to work the best in the ocean. At this point, Neteyam was admiring you too. He and his family returned to the village to grab a few extras of their belongings, ones they forget and left behind. You were demanding to come, never wanting to depart from your mate Neteyam.

He was so happy for you to join, as you seemed to be so enthralled and entranced by the beauty of the forest, while others were entranced in the beauty of you. Groups of Omaticaya men circled you, bowing their heads in respect to seeing you, and allowing them to come forth. You enhance in conversation, noticing the vastly different dialects more clearly now, but it was manageable. They reached out to touch your hair, the texture being lightly different and kinky compared to forest people. Neteyam was digging his fingers into the tree beside him, sucking his teeth as he saw you adored by all the Omaticaya men and women. Lo’ak walked by with his extra belongings, following his parents before he stopped next to Neteyam, “This is why I didn’t bring Tsireya.” He said smugly while his brother shoved him away with a tsk.

Neteyam couldn’t stand it anymore; seeing you laugh obliviously while they all gawked at you and your body. He stomped over, towering from behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back gently while leaning downs lightly to speak to you. “Come, we’re going back.” He said grimly while staring down the Omaticaya men in front of you. You again, obliviously held onto his arm, turning around to face him. “Already? The forest is very beautiful. Though I’m sad theres not much water..” You happily walked past him. heading back to his Ikran with a positive attitude, while he scolded the Na’vi from earlier, and out of respect the apologized quickly. Neteyam allowed you to get on the Ikran first, hopping on right behind you. He used his hand to press your back to his chest, burying his face in your neck protectively.

“They were gawking at you. It pissed me off.” He said. his accent becoming more distinct with his upset tone. Neteyams Ikran took off, flapping away to the islands again.

“You were jealous? You know I am your mate for life, Ma’neteyam.” You said, a smirk playing onto your face. He sighed, “Not jealous..it was enough staring as is.” He says trying to brush off the accusation to save his ego.

He was cute when he was mad.

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

the song "big boy" belongs to jake sully now ....... sorry sza

Neteyam Defends You From Ao’nung and His Friends (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is a Fem! Omaticaya! Half Breed ( mom scientist got busy with a Na’vi warrior; both are now dead )

CW: Ao’nung cruel teasing and lowkey kinda evil, words like “freak” are used, Neteyam and Lo’ak got them hands, Neteyam is a cheeky lil’ shit

“Do not get me wrong, Kiri. I am loving spending this time with you. But please tell me what we are looking at,” you politely laughed, amused by Kiri’s wonderment at some wet sand.

“Don’t you see, (y/n). It is beautiful! This place is like a new world!” she beamed as she lifted her head from the shallow water, her now wet hair sticking to her face.

“This place is fascinating! Right down to the grains of sand.”

She promptly stuck her head right back under.

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile as you looked out into the distance.

She wasn’t wrong, this place really was beautiful.

The animals, the reefs, the crystal clear water. All were really a sight to behold. 

And Kiri was your friend, anyways. So as long as she was happy, you were happy.

If only some of the Metkayina felt the same way.

“Look at them! They are just staring at sand,” Rotxo laughed, the sound of slow-moving water coming closer and closer.

Speak of the demon.

Kiri carefully lifted her head from the water once again, giving the group of boys above a perplexed look.

“What’d you say?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Are you two some kind of….freaks?” Ao’nung asked slowly, earning a couple laughs from his friends behind him.

Kiri scoffed as she stood up, slightly hurt by the comment. “No.”

“Leave us alone, Ao’nung,” you growled, aggressively standing up and coming at eye level with with the boy.

He had been giving you, Kiri, and Lo’ak constant shit since the moment you got there.

So to say that you weren’t his biggest fan would be a vast understatement.

“Are you sure? I mean…look at her,” he laughed, walking around you to get to Kiri, grabbing her hand and holding it up roughly. “You have demon blood. You are aliens.”

Kiri winced in pain at his grip, and you glared, quickly shoving the boy away from your friend.

Ao’nung’s friends hissed, closing you into a circle and waiting for his word to pounce.

“You do not touch her! And she is not a freak,” you spat, your tail swishing in anger.

He could talk all he wanted, but you do not lay hands on someone as close to you as Kiri.

“(y/n), let’s just go. They’re not worth it,” Kiri huffed, trying to find a gap between the boys so she could drag you out.

“Do not think you are safe, either,” Ao’nung shot a quick nod to his friends, all of them suddenly grabbing you.

“Au! Let go of me!” you shouted, thrashing in their hold as they tried their best to hold you still.

“(y/n)!” Kiri exclaimed, trying to push past the circle to get to you, but one of the boys shoved her to the ground, hard.

“Look at your feet,” he laughed, grabbing your ankle and holding it up.

“Five toes? You have just as much demon blood as she does.”

You hissed, swinging over your other foot to kick him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“(y/n)!” Kiri gasped, eyes wide. 

That was the Olo’eyktan’s son. They were going to be in deep shit for this.

The boy’s that held you tightened their grip, now thrashing you.

They were grabbing so hard, your skin was beginning to bruise.

Ao’nung got up with a scowl on his face, all of his anger aimed directly at you.

“Why you little-!” “Let go of her! a familiar voice ordered darkly, angry footsteps getting louder and louder.

You turned to your left to see an angry Neteyam stalking towards Ao’nung, absolutely livid.

Oh, shit.

You had only seen Neteyam this mad a few times before.

Where his nose was slightly scrunched, his eyebrows creased, and his expression stone cold.

You knew he’d hate it if you said this to him, but he looked a lot like his dad.

“Oh, look. Another freak!” Ao’nung chuckled with a smirk, not taking the boy seriously.

“You heard me. Put her down, now.” Neteyam snarled, getting into Ao’nung’s face without hesitation.

For a quick moment, you could see a flicker of fear flash in Ao’nung’s eyes.

Sure, he had the upper body strength over Neteyam, but no training once soever in how to use it.

Neteyam, on the other hand, had sparred with his brother and father just for situations just like this. 

And his dad was Toruk Makto anyway so…

Ao’nung nodded to the boys that held you, all of them dropping you face first in the sand. 

Fuck.

Neteyam hissed at Ao’nung, giving him a firm shove.

“I said put! Not drop!” 

“You need some help, bro?” Lo’ak casually walked over, noticing the commotion from not so far away.

To be honest, it was making all the adults in the reef stare.

“I have this handled,” Neteyam glared at the Metkayinan boy, before turning to the rest of his friends.

“This is for all of you. If any of you lays a hand on (y/n) or my sister, you will have to answer to me.”

“And me,” Lo’ak chimed seriously, cracking his knuckles in his fist.

You lifted your face from the sand, your face covered with it, and your nose dripping in a little blood.

You had heard everything.

And were incredibly flatter that they were going through so much, just because of this one instance.

“Oh, really?” Ao’nung mused, slowly walking over to you, who was laying down on the ground, stomach facing up.

“So what would you do if I did…this?”

And just like that, he landed a swift and hard kick to the side of your rib.

You let out a pained gasp and clutched your side, curling into yourself to protect in case he tried again.

“ILEY!” Neteyam let out a battle cry, sucker punching Ao’nung in the face before tackling him to the ground.

“Alright!” Lo’ak smiled, jumping into the fight by punching two of Ao’nung’s friends.

As their battle raged on, Kiri ran over to you, carefully pulling you away from the action.

“For Eywa’s sake! Are you okay?!” Kiri frantically asked, concerned.

Now that you were finally starting to regulate your breathing, you were able to speak again.

You would have to thank Tsireya for the breathing lessons.

“I am okay, Kiri,” you assured her, trying your best to sit up. But it only shot more pain through your rib.

You hissed, and she carefully pushed you back down, resting your head in her lap.

“No way. You are in no condition to sit up.”

You sighed, seeing your only option was to watch the fight.

You turned your head to the boys, only to see that the fight was already coming to a close.

The Metkayina boys were slowly starting to run away, one by one, until finally, Ao’nung tucked his tail between his legs and swam back to the village.

Leaving Neteyam and Lo’ak standing victorious, a little bruised, but otherwise okay.

In a fight that was 4 - 2, those boys had lost.

Shameful.

Now that that was done, Neteyam turned his attention to you, and quickly jogged over.

“Is she alright, Kiri?” he asked, worry lacing his tone. 

“Peachy keen,” you said sarcastically, a phrase Norm had taught you back when you lived with the Omaticayans.

“It looks like her rib his bruised, but nothing too serious. She might need help walking, though,” Kiri answered, looking down at you with a sigh.

Neteyam nodded, not hesitating to scoop you up in his arms and carry you, bridal style.

“I’m taking her back to mom so she can patch her up,” he let his two siblings know.

“Alright. We’re righhhht behind you,” Lo’ak knowingly smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at his older brother.

Neteyam sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics before starting off.

“That was really cool. What you did for me. Thank you,” you weakly smiled up at him, the sight nearly breaking his heart.

You perfect face was littered with sand, blood, and bruises.

Yet somehow, you still seemed to look gorgeous…no, beautiful under the growing moonlight.

“There is no need to thank. I simply did the right thing,” he played off with a smile, looking off into the distance so you wouldn’t catch him staring.

You slowly lifted your hand, cupping his cheek and turning his to face you, a dark blue hue rising onto his cheeks.

He had a split lip, and a little bit of blood on his ear, the split lip making him look even more handsome ( if that was possible ). 

But other than that, he was pretty much unharmed.

“You did something you didn’t have to do. And I’m thanking you for it,” you gave him a playful poke in the cheek.

“Now accept it.”

He chuckled at your childishness, looking down at your honey eyes with nothing but admiration behind his. 

“What will you do if I don’t?” he smirked, obviously egging you on.

You accepted the challenge, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a rough kiss.

He went wide eyed. the kiss taking him completely by surprise, but he returned it anyway, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly.

You swiped your tongue over his lip, him quickly adjusting his grip on you to one hand so he could tuck a hand in your hair.

You kissed like this for a few more seconds, a couple of intermittent “ews” and “wrap it ups” coming from the brother and sister not too far behind you two. 

As you separated, stupid smiled graces each of your faces.

“Do you accept it now?” you asked with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow.

“I think I still need a little more encouragement,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

You laughed, using your hand to smush his lips way as you approached the village, a furious Jake shouting at Ao’nung on the docks.

my man, my man, my man

At the beginning of the first Avatar we saw Jake opening his eyes as a human and at the end closing his eyes as a Na'vi

At the start of atwow we see Neteyam's birth followed by his own death at the end of the film

THE PARALLELS-?! 😭

pov: watching a movie about assassins on a train but you hyper-fixate on a fruit man w/rolled up sleeves, anger issues, kleptomania, soft spot for his bro, & rings on his fingers who punches windows & throws cigarettes

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𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂: 𝟐𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟), 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐭𝐰!

You giggled as Loki twirled you around the centre of the ballroom as everyone watched you both in awe. Friga was standing by a wall along with Thor, the pair wore a contemptuous smile. They both knew Loki never made it easy to let someone in and allow him to be vulnerable. He’s had many princesses and other women across the realms throw themselves at him and offer nothing but the luxuries their homes had to offer.

But none of them actually lasted, they would all be shut out and get placed to the side. That was until you. Neither of you were presented as a possible suitor but instead you came to Asgard seeking temporary refuge after being attacked and forced to flee home. Frigga knew the moment her eyes met yours that you were the one for her son.

Frigga had Loki show you not only around the castle but as much of Asgard as he could without getting frustrated and feeling like it was a burden. When he was first around you, he was cold, saying the bare minimum. He even snapped at you to which he immediately regretted.

You allowed him to open up at his own pace, never once forcing him to say or do anything he didn’t want to do. You were so gentle with him, treating him as if he was a glass doll that could shatter at any given moment. The minute he allowed himself to envelop in your aura he instantly knew you were it.

“Wait Loki! I’m going to fall!” You shrieked as he spun you impossibly faster. He pulled you into his chest abruptly as your feet tangled with one another. The room kept spinning even as you stood still.

Loki watched you clutched to his chest, your chest raised up and down rapidly from the constant twirls. “One more dance?”

You shook your head no instantly, “Oh no, no, no. I feel like I’m drunk and I have yet to actually drink!”

“You’re denying your husband a dance? On his wedding night?” He asked.

“Your wife is denying you a dance,” You emphasized as you gently swayed with him. “We’ll dance plenty more my love.”

Loki wrapped his arms around your middle, trapping you in. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He repeated.

You laid your head on top of his chest, your eyes fluttering shut. You listened to his heart beat against his chest, it raced each time you nuzzled further into him. “What if we start out honeymoon a bit early?” You mumbled against him.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea,” He started, “but only after a dance.”

“You always have to have it your way don’t you?”

“Of course I do darling,” He nodded.

To your luck the song was at a much slower tempo than the previous one. It allowed you to be able to actually enjoy the dance without having the need to throw up. His hands inched lower, borderline scandalous only for them to be dragged back up.

You decided to have it your way with your hands placed at the nape of his neck, your nails scratching against the particular spot that made him keen. Instead of tilting your head up to look up at him your eyes darted upwards filled with lust and desire.

You leaned forward and captured his lips in yours. His hands gripped your hips with urgency when your hands gripped his hair and pulled on it. You pulled away before it got too heated, your teeth pulled on his bottom lips and it bounced back in place. His lips chased yours but you kept leaning backwards with a devilish smirk.

“You love to deny me don't you?” He grumbled as his forehead leaned on yours.

“Perhaps,” You chirped. “It’s all part of the fun, especially-” You pressed your front to his, your hand sneaked in between your bodies and you plamed him through his pants. “When you get riled up.”

His head was thrown back and a relieved sigh escaped his lips. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, “Darling.”

“I already danced with you,” You reminded him of your deal. “Now it’s my turn.” You pulled him through the crowd, stealing glances while you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Brother!” Thor yelled and grabbed Loki’s shoulders. “Where are you going? The ceremony has just begun.”

Loki tightly closed his eyes and fought the urge to give him a sarcastic remark. “I’m leaving, brother.”

“I can see that but why?”

“Because…” you sang as you placed a hand on Thor’s chest lovingly. “We would like to be alone.”

It took Thor a minute for your words to have fully registered into his brain. “Oh, oh. Sorry to keep you, I should just-” Thor walked away with tomato colored cheeks.

The both of you laughed at his embarrassed state having forgotten as to why you were leaving. But when you remembered you dragged him to the carriage. Loki helped you get inside and once the door shut his hands went all over you.

“Loki,” You warned him. You took his hands off of you but kept them interlocked with yours. “You need to wait until we get to-”

“But I can’t wait,” He groaned. His head dipped to the curve of your neck and placed harsh kisses.

Your hand escaped his and went for his cheeks. Using your one hand you cupped it and bright it away from your neck. “Darling I said to wait.”

A carriage ride had never felt like an eternity for Loki. His body burned with desire and to have you underneath him as you claimed each other’s body, mind and soul. When the carriage came to a stop Loki practically leapt out of the carriage. Your feet didn’t even get to touch the ground when Loki carried you bridal style.

He carried you like that all the way into the house he got you for the honeymoon. You didn’t get to appreciate the oasis around you and were too focused on unbuttoning his shirt. You only got the first 3 unbuttoned when he threw you on the bed. You landed with a yelp, you pushed yourself back up on your elbows and watched Loki fully take off his shirt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” He murmured.

He took 4 steps forward and pulled your ankle down the bed. Loki got up on the bed and hovered his body over yours. Your lips chased his, moaning in satisfaction when they met. Your hands frantically raked down his back and went all the way to his bottom and pushed his lower half into yours.

Loki pulled back and crawled backwards back to the edge. He bunched your skirt upwards all the way to your hips and roughly kissed your thighs while his body rutted on the mattress. His teeth grazed over your skin and soothed it with the swirl of his tongue.

“No panties?” He mischievously asked when he was faced with your bare cunt.

His large hands gripped the middle of your thighs and parted them as far as they allowed him to. You were absolutely dripping, your cunt was begging to be stuffed. As much as Loki wanted to, he first wanted to savour you and drown himself in your sweetness. He blew cool air onto you, mesmerized by the way you clenched around nothing.

“Loki please,” You whined and brought your cunt close to his face.

He decided to take mercy on you and licked a broad stripe from your hole all the way to your swollen pearl. Your back arched as you gripped the sheet in ecstasy. Your moans echo in his head and spur him on as he repeated his actions a couple more times. His tongue dragged back to your clit, kitten licking it slowly to bring you over the edge.

“Oh my-shit.”

Your body started to move on its own accord to chase it’s first release of the night. It craved the euphoric feeling to rush down your body. Loki knew you were close when your thighs locked around his head and with all his might he pulled away.

“As much as I love feeling you cum on my tongue,” He said, crawling back up to you. “I’d much rather have you do it on my cock. Over and over again.”

He pulled his trousers off and threw them across the room. Then his hands went to your back to look for the zipper. When he couldn’t find it he brought his hands to the front of the dress and used his Jotun strength to rip it in half.

“Hey! My dress!” You yelled when you saw the fabric ripped in a straight line and created two perfect halves. “Now I won’t have it to pass down.”

“We’ll make them remake it. Simple.” His jaw then dropped in awe when he fully saw your body.

“I’ve never seen anything so perfect,” He began to kiss your chest lovingly all the way down to your stomach. He made sure he didn’t miss one spot. “Every curve,” He leaned down and kissed your hip bone, “just for me to see.” He then kissed your other hip bone while he massaged your upper thigh, “And only for me to touch.”

“It’s all yours,” You moaned when fingers grazed against your swollen cunt.

He aligned himself with your entrance, entering with one swift motion. The stretch deliciously burned across your body which caused you to gasp out. Loki moaned out and stilled when he came to the hilt.

“Oh fuck,” He gasped out at the way your walls gripped him.

Loki drew his hips back and slammed them back in against your pelvis. Moans tumbled from both of your lips with each thrust. Your hands flew to his jet black locks, tugging harshly when his cock brushed against that spongy spot.

“R-Right there, please don’t stop.”

Loki took this as a cue to grab your leg and hoisted it on his shoulders. The thrust that followed allowed him to go deeper than before. You sobbed out in bliss when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“You’re so tight,” He growled out, his hips picking up with speed causing your tits to bounce with each harsh thrust. “You’re gripping me like a damn vice.”

“Harder,” you managed to squeak out.

‘Your wish is my command,” Loki thrusted with more force into you. The strength of his thrust made you scream out his name. You gripped his biceps, red half moon crescent markings embedded his skin. Loki’s orgasm was rapidly approaching, his thrust losing it’s previous pace, now driving into you with a frantic pace. But he needed to hold out for you.

“Darling I need you to cum,” He breathed out with his eyes tightly shut. “Please, I won’t last any longer,” His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “Please cum for me,” He whined out, his arms felt like jelly and were threatening to give out.

Jolts of electricity ran through you and his whines almost pushed you over the edge. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts and tears collected at the corner of your eyes. With a couple rolls of your hips, you came with a silent scream as your body trembled.

“Good girl, you’ve always been good to me,” Loki babbled as he let his body chase the release it’s been desperately needing.

“Oh god-I’m cumming,” Loki’s hips stuttered as his cock twitched inside you. You felt the warmth of his ropes of cum fill your body. Once his breathing returned to normal he sat back and admired the way his seed dripped out of you. This was his way of marking you, telling your body that it belonged to him and no one else.