THE 5 SLUTTIEST THINGS A MAN CAN DO:

I AM UNWELL I NEED HIM

rafe takes care of u (´・ω・`)/~

rafe leaned against your doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you struggle with the simplest task, opening a bottle of water. your manicured nails tapped uselessly against the cap, frustration written all over your pouty lips.

“jesus christ,” he sighed, pushing off the frame and snatching the bottle from your hands. “you’re actually helpless, you know that?”

you blinked up at him, doe-eyed, lower lip jutting out in a dramatic little pout. “it’s not my fault,” you whined, twiddling your fingers. “they’re too long, rafe.”

he twisted the cap off with ease, taking a slow sip before handing it back to you. “and yet, you still get them done every week.”

you huffed, taking the bottle and sipping delicately, your lashes fluttering. “’cause they’re pretty.”

rafe shook his head, plopping onto your couch, legs spread wide. “you called me over for this? to be your personal assistant?”

you flopped down beside him, curling up against his side. “mhm,” you hummed, tracing absentmindedly over his arm. “who else is gonna help me, rafe?”

his jaw clenched at that.

you had other people. friends. guys who tripped over themselves to cater to you. but here you were, clinging to him, whining his name, acting like he was the only one who could take care of you.

his fingers flexed against his thigh. “you’re lucky you’re cute, crybaby,” he muttered. “what else do you need help with?”

—

rafe had you sprawled out on your plush pink couch, your lacy little shorts shoved aside, thighs spread wide over his lap. his fingers were buried deep inside your dripping cunt, the cold metal of his rings pressing against your swollen clit as he worked you open.

"so fucking needy," he muttered, watching the way your body squirmed, desperate for more. "cryin’ all day ‘cause you can’t do shit for yourself, but you sure know how to make a fucking mess."

your manicured nails dug into his wrist, trying to slow him down, but rafe just smirked, curling his fingers, pressing right against that spot that made you see stars.

your head fell back against the cushions, a whimper slipping from your glossy lips. "r-rafe—"

"what, baby?" he cooed, his voice dripping with condescension. "this what you wanted? needed me to take care of this too?"

you nodded frantically, hips bucking against his hand, completely at his mercy. your tiny little body trembled in his hold, overwhelmed by the way his fingers stretched you, filled you, owned you.

rafe leaned in, nose grazing the shell of your ear, voice thick with amusement. "bet you could touch yourself," he mused, his thumb circling your clit in slow, deliberate motions. "bet you just wanted me to do it instead, huh? my poor, helpless, spoiled little baby."

your moan was high and broken, your walls fluttering around his fingers as the heat coiled tight in your belly.

rafe chuckled, his free hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"gonna cum for me, crybaby?" he murmured, lips brushing against yours.

you could only whimper in response, body tensing as the pleasure overtook you, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashed over you in waves.

rafe groaned, watching you fall apart in his hands, his cock twitching in his sweats.

you were so easy to take care of.

@ rafesbows

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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

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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

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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.

I had to XD

Lo'ak to Tsireya

Dream face and body rampage

My face and body are absolute perfection. Every detail of my face is flawlessly sculpted to be breathtakingly beautiful. My skin is smooth, radiant, and glowing. My eyes are, captivating, with an absolutely perfect shape. My lips are full and perfectly shaped, complementing my features. Every inch of my face is absolutely mesmerizing, and people can’t help but admire me wherever I go. My face is unforgettable, and everyone is in awe of how beautiful I am.

My body is a work of art. It’s exactly how I want it. Every curve is perfectly placed, and my proportions are flawless. I feel incredible in my body, and it’s impossible not to notice how stunning I look. I feel like I could conquer anything with my dream body because it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. Every part of me is symmetrical and balanced, creating the most visually pleasing figure.

I’m the girl everyone wants to look like, the one who stands out in any crowd. My beauty is undeniable, and people are constantly drawn to me because of how perfect I look. Whether it’s my flawless face, my perfectly sculpted body, or my radiant energy, I’m the complete package. I can feel the admiration in the air, and I know that I am the ideal of beauty. Every time I look in the mirror, I see the dream version of myself. My features are exactly how I want them, and I feel amazing in my skin. I know I’m the standard of beauty, and I have everything I’ve always dreamed of. My body and face are exactly what I deserve, and I own them. I am stunning, and no one can compare to me. Everyone admires my beauty, and I’m impossible to forget.

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