Who Tf Did I Date? (R.C.) Oneshot.

This is who he is.

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.

This has to be one of the most subdued (if not the most subdued) post-first Grand Prix win radios I’ve ever heard.

I am so disappointed in McLaren for overshadowing what should have been one of the happiest days in Oscar’s life — one that every F1 driver has dreamed of since they were young kids in karts and worked tirelessly towards for years — due to a colossal strategy fuck up for the ages.

Comparing this to Lando’s first win makes my heart hurt. Oscar deserved to experience that pure unbridled joy too 💔

🫦🫦🫦🫦

MY MAN

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Brothers.

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-?! 😭

I definitely have good taste in men.

Natasha: What is love?

Tony: An emotional minefield.

Bruce: A neurochemical reaction.

Clint: Baby don't hurt me.