Oh Shit, He’s Serious Now.

“kissing your second lips” — jake sully (♥︎)

jake sully finger fucking you out like no tomorrow?? i think that’s it for today babies <3

warnings - just like i said, jake baby between your thighs is a warning itself🫦🫴🏽, nsfw.. hair pulling, face fucking, hips grinding, phrasing if you look through well (?) pussy eating, jake is a pussy god ok y’all — um that’s it

word count is 1.4k — the longest smut i’ve ever wrote and proud of ,, might as well have grammatical errors so sorry :((

watching your mate kneeled between your thighs you bite your lips and softly ask “what do you want to do to me?”

“make you feel good” jake was quick to answer.

you could swear you almost came right there at your spot. you smile and lean back on your elbows as he rejoin you go the bed in his hammock shared with you. setting himself between your thighs, he kissed you deeply as if you were a desert oasis and your lips held the water he needed.

he took your lower lips into his mouth, gently pulling it with his teeth before moving his attention a little lower.

he moved down your body, warming you with his touch and scorching you with his kiss. shyness made you bring your legs together but he easily separated them, humming his disapproval.

"keep them open," he whispered, “for me.” he’s practically begging.

your face heat up at his request and you did you best to comply as he kept moving lower. He kissed between your breasts, then kissed the swell of each one individually.

your breathing became heavier when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

the tingle of his tongue making you shudder and arch your back causing your breast to press to his face. jake hummed sending a tumble of vibration to your nipple.

“jake” you would gasp when he licks your nipple and blows an air to it. jake feels his cock twitch as his fingers slowly untie your loincloth and pull them ever so lightly. you let your head drop back and moan, the arch it naturally made in your back pressing her breast further into his mouth again.

jake brings his left hand and pushes you down to the bed before kneeling and taking your slightly messed up state. he can not wait to ruin you. “such a pretty sight you give.” he compliments and lean down to place a burning kiss down to your stomach not forgetting to please your other swollen breast the same attention he gave to the first.

kisses trail down your stomach causing you to suck air and hold it, eywa you’re so nervous. of course you’ve done oral several times but it always feels new to you, especially when it’s not well practiced in the na’vi.

well technically if you even tried to tell your own friends what oral is they would probably gag cause who the fuck thinks eating pussy is sign of love and pleasing? your husband jake does though.

you let a little whimper out when the cold air hits your bare sex, jake hold your knees softly as if you’d break if he tries to get rough with you. “stop shying me away, princess” he lightly use force to open your legs exposing you aroused folds.

“ngh..!” you would whimper when the back of his thumb press on to your clit. “so fuckin’ wet” jake mutters looking up to your face. he almost moans at your sight. he haven’t touched you yet you’re knitted your brows and biting your lips.

separating your folds slightly, he slid the swollen bud up and down between his index and middle finger, applying a little pressure, massaging either side of it and making you rut your hips toward him to feel more.

he showed you mercy and increased the pressure, bringing his fingers together instead and letting your clit roll from between them, like a pinch only much more sensual. jake watched your chest rise up and down incredibly mesmerized.

he parted his fingers and let your clit slide between them again and again, and you? you couldn’t help but wonder if this is what he felt when he stroked himself, the motion was so similar.

his fingers traveled up and down the length of your clit, bringing you closer to the edge of your composure each time, and you finally understood why he liked when you pumped him with your hands so much.

“baby,” jake smilies at your state. “you’re so pretty.” you feel him dab hard on to your clit. “so fucking pretty all shiny and wet” he circles your entrance softly but with force that’s enough to make you buckle your hips.

“uh-uh” jake sternly says before holding your ankle and yanking your legs apart. “don’t even dare bucking way.” he warns as you quickly nod.

your moans increased when jake slide two of his fingers inside you and curled them up enough to make you see stars. it’s not like he hasn’t fingered you before yet it feels so new every time he shoves his fingers inside you.

“feels good?”

you whimpered as a response and nodded, feeling the cord inside you stretching to its limit. "talk to me, princess. let me hear that sweet voice." your lips parted to let out a shuddering exhale.

“f-feels... good."

he hummed his approval, parted your legs more, and moved down your body so that his tongue could join in. it flicked your clit while his fingers kept massaging your spot, and the rope of tension inside you was pulled tighter.

your breathing increased to panting as he brought you closer to your peak but your journey kept getting interrupted by him stopping to shake his hair out of his face. fuck he forgot to tie it.

irritated, jake reached mumbled a curse and reached up and grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand into his hair. "hold it up," he tells you. you do as you’re told with a foggy mind as your mate leans down to finish his goal on making your cum and wouldn’t let his fucking hair ruin it

with shaky hand, you tighten your hold on his hair you gathered and feel him get back to work or kissing and licking your clit delicately. “oh fuck,” you breath out when he softly engulfs your clit and sucks it while his finger fucks you back to pandora

feeling like you’re in power when holding his braided hair in your hand, you tug him close to your squelching pussy making his nose grind a little above your clit. you open your legs wider and grind your hips on his face.

yellowish golden eyes open and meet your hooded gaze, jake ever so slightly nods giving you a sign to do it again. “mhm” he moans sending vibrations to your throbbing clit causing your eyes to roll back to your head. jake thinks how pretty you’re when you do this.

jake moans a little too louder this time making your half body rise up from the bed. “oh eywa,” he read your body like a familiar book. he doesn’t miss the way you whisper “again” and moans while sucking your nectar.

soon jake felt your inside clenching on his fingers that speeds up thrusting in and out of you. he moved the pad of his fingers in circle while he’s inside you. “you’re close.” he warns as if you’re not aware of it. your breath hitching every time he draws out and pushes back his finger in you.

“jake, jake, jake” you would constantly call his name as his lips leave a hiss in arousing pain from the way you tug his hair. “you’re okay, i’ve got you princess, cum for me” he gives your clit delicate kisses as a reward

“fuck” he whispers when he watches how your glistening juice oozes out of you, he was so fucking proud. jake only noticed he, himself was grinding onto the bed for friction. “baby you came so hard” he tells you making your cheeks redden.

“jake stop! no!” you tell him but it falls to deaf ears as he sucks his fingers he just fucked you with. “here, taste yourself.” your eyes widen when he leans to kiss you. “no, ew jak—“ your words are cut of with his forced but playful kiss lands on your lips, shoving his tongue to your mouth

once he makes sure you tasted yourself he leans back. “see?” you’re awfully quiet and he takes it as a yes. jake places a warm kiss on your head before leaving the bed suddenly. you’re smile drops and hold his strong arms.

“i’m just going to bring some wet towel,” you look at him confused making him smile, “to clean you up, princess.” on eywa you loved this man. “mhm,” you hum and watch the love of your life disappear to somewhere to fetch you what he just said.

y’all, first of i really like for this turned out so tell me what y’all think too :P i love each and every one of you. mwah!! like + reblog are appreciated and not pressured *heart eyes*



here with you ; ellie williams. (4.5k.)

⤿ f!reader, college!au, drinking + kissing, fluff fluff fluff <3 lowercase is on purpose , was blasting ceilings by lizzy so excuse the title

⤿ you're invited to another one of dina's off-campus parties not long after finals, where you meet a pretty girl who miraculously knows your name. away from the hustle of the actual party, where people are plastered out of their minds and making a ruckus, you and this pretty stranger get to know each other a little and earn yourselves a place in the other's heart.

“if you want anything just let me know, okay?” 

dina’s hand is warm, splayed across your lower back as she guides you away from what had to be the noisiest place at the party. it’s no surprise she attracts such diverse groups of people, given her gregarious personality and hard-to-overlook kind of beauty.

you would be lying if you said you hadn’t had a crush on her when you first met her; it’s dina, how could you not? thankfully, over maybe a year of getting to know her, you realized she wasn’t exactly your type and that she was far too head-over-heels for her on-and-off partner to even think about you. honestly, she never shut up about the guy.

“got it. thanks, dina.”

you definitely were not going to mention the almost completely assured possibility that you wouldn’t see her at all for the rest of the night. thing is, when you’re the host of parties like these, you tend to get thrown around a lot. though she doesn’t really seem to mind, since this is, at the very least, the fourth party you’ve been invited to since finals ended (which was around a month ago).

she hums passively at the acknowledgement, then gestures fluidly towards the rest of the room. there are a few people situated on her couch, a couple of them already putting on a show for the others while a few sit alone, sipping their drinks with reckless abandon. you’ve never gotten completely plastered at one of dina’s parties, always the type to stay back and help her clean up if she hasn’t passed out or gotten herself sick, but unsurprisingly, there are always those who’ll take any chance they can get.

“mi casa, su casa.” she sings, then she’s gone. 

left alone, you can handle yourself. why the hell would you come here if you couldn’t? you head towards what you remember to be the kitchen, but right now looks like a completely unprofessional bar complete with its own bartender—who you belatedly recognize to be jesse, dina’s on-and-off partner—in search of booze. 

said bartender nods at you when you catch his eye, pouring whatever’s on the table for tonight into a very typically red party cup—on the house, since you get special privilege—and sliding it over to the edge of the counter. whatever’s inside sloshes dangerously, threatening a mess which’d only add to the ugly stickiness of dina’s countertops, but you grab and take a whiff of it before it can tip over. 

“what, don’t trust me?” jesse ribs over the music—he speaks of your tentative sniff—, which is, as you’ve just realized, getting progressively louder. 

“if i say anything,” you mutter, which gets you his typical jesus christ, these people, kind of laugh and he leans back against the counter, right next to you. 

head crooked to the side slightly, you look him over. objectively, you can see why he and dina mesh so well; they’re both unbelievably attractive and complement each other’s personalities perfectly (from what you’ve seen, at the very least). their pretty much daily arguments aside, you can tell they love each other and only want the best for one another. that said, you can only imagine what’s running through his head right now.

“she’s not going to get shit-faced drunk,” he mutters, and that’s your cue to leave. you know he’s trying to console himself more than anything.

“no, she’s not.”, you respond in kind, patting his shoulder with just as much care as one would handle a two-hundred-pound gorilla, before pushing yourself up off the edge of the counter and walking out of the kitchen. god knows he could spend an hour sitting there talking about her; you’ve had enough of that for, quite literally, the rest of your life. 

the sole of your left shoe sticks to the ground a little as you walk, and you thank your past self for owning a strictly-for-parties pair of converse which were, sadly, a little too worn in for your own good. sneaking a glance into the main hall, you catch a glimpse of your best friend seated halfway up the stairs chatting with someone—maybe a senior? junior, at the very least—who’s got a guitar case slung over her shoulder and the most unruly head of short, auburn hair you’ve ever seen. 

dina’s gesturing wildly at the front door, likely having gotten into an argument with said stranger (except it looks far too fond to be serious), when the two of you make eye contact. her eyes are a strikingly pale kind of green, piercing through whatever weak defenses you’d put up for the night in a very relaxed fashion. she’s got this look on her face that screams uninterested, which is quickly swapped out for a look of rapt attention at your own once she realizes you don’t actually plan on looking away. 

because man, she’s hot.

it’s just then that a presumably tanked freshman crashes into you and spills the contents of whatever it is they were drinking all over you, effectively shattering whatever that was. really, you would be grateful for it—something to spare you the embarrassment of looking too interested in someone way out of your league—had there not been the undeniable presence of cool, once-iced liquor spilling down the front of your printed tee. 

“oh, fuck,” you curse, nearly missing their hurried apology before they barrel out the front door.

this wouldn’t be the first time. you sigh, reluctantly slipping away from all the noise, away from the pretty stranger, to deal with your problem. usually, you’d have an extra top shoved haphazardly into dina’s closet, something you could throw on in the worst-case scenario, but laundry day was just yesterday and all of your stuff was piled on your bed back home. already you could feel the liquor causing the shirt’s fabric to stick, leaving an icky, gross feeling that was begging to be cleaned up. the humidity from everyone’s breathing was not helping.

you set your cup down on a random table (never to be seen again) as you make your way to the bathroom. you wouldn’t be surprised to find the door locked, having been an unsuspecting party crasher one too many times in your first and some of your second year, but luckily the room’s unoccupied—not for long—and you slip in and lock the door behind you after waving off a concerned glance from jesse, who’s very slowly making his way to his girlfriend. no surprise there. 

“oookay, fuck.” you curse, flipping the light switch and nabbing a couple (a lot) of the mini towels out of dina’s probably way-too-expensive towel rack and pressing them to your front, hoping they’ll soak up some of the leftover moisture, at least save you from the mortification of showcasing to everyone your chest and abdomen.

it doesn’t really help.

again, not an irregular occurrence, so you’re not too worried; dina’s typical party etiquette has ensured that everyone here will leave you be and mind their own business. that doesn’t help your pride, but you concede to stepping back out and flipping the light switch off behind you as you make your way to the front.

this time, when you cross the main hall, dina’s gone and so is her friend. accompanying disappointment comes the ponderance of whether jesse found dina or not and if the pretty stranger has left, but you remind yourself you’ll find out later—probably near midnight when people start to filter out for the night and you’re tasked with cleaning up—, however frustrated that makes you, given the fact you’d lost a chance you probably never had in the first place. 

you pass a group of what look like sophomores playing beer pong against seniors—or maybe even graduates?—on your way out, and silently curse the growing pool of booze dripping on the floor right next to the table on your way outside.

the door is wide open, so being engulfed in cold air on your way outside is no surprise. luckily, the weather is calming down a little after a gruelling winter, so there’re only a couple of piles of leftover snow and the breeze doesn’t serve as an immediate freezer. however, your damp tee is anything but a savior and causes an eruption of a ton of goosebumps across the pane of your chest, stretching as far as your shoulders, which are only covered by the loose fabric of your top.

you’re not sure what you expect to see when you turn the corner to dina’s garage, but seeing her and her boyfriend sucking face is absolutely not it. dina’s got him pressed right up against the garage door, and you’re pretty sure that if jesse weren’t sober out of his mind he’d be giving into every single one of her wordless demands.

you slip past easily, far away enough to go by soundlessly and completely bypass the two’s freaky-ass sixth sense. the back gate is just as well-managed as the rest of the house and opens quietly, in no contrast to the backyard itself, which is empty and well-kempt. you know only you and a select few people are actually allowed into dina and her parents’ pretty backyard, so peace is expected and welcomed. the breeze is also blocked by the house, which is nice.

there are a couple of flowers blooming already, and their scent wafts through the air, bringing a natural sort of calm. the yard is illuminated by the house—light dances in beautiful patterns against the greens and greys that make up the garden—, but so is the relaxed silhouette of the same pretty stranger you saw less than ten minutes ago. this time, she’s hunched over in one of dina’s ugly bright-green lawn chairs with a guitar seated in her lap.

you consider her privacy and the fact that maybe she doesn’t want company right now or that she’s too busy with her music as you make your way over—aside from those ugly lawn chairs, really, there’s nowhere else to sit—but then banish your hesitancy with the acknowledgement that this is just as much a space for you as it is for her. 

the chair scrapes against the patio as you pull it out, just far away enough from the brunette to make yourself seem open and friendly, but respectful of her space. you worry the cheap plastic is going to snap beneath your weight as you sit down, but it holds well and serves as a final, much-needed resting spot for your already sore feet. once your rustling stops, you hear the gentle strum of a guitar and realize the girl hasn’t stopped playing.

you relax further into your seat. 

closer up now, you have the chance to really look at her. her hair’s pulled back now, half-up half-down, a lot less dishevelled than she’d been when you’d last seen her. 

looking lower, she’s wearing a low-cut short-sleeve and an unbuttoned flannel long-sleeve. skin-tight, ripped jeans line what look like toned thighs and spread legs, stained black and white converse completing the look. her fingers move deftly between frets, over strings, and you just barely catch the edges of a black and white tattoo peeking out from beneath her sleeve. she’s got really nice hands, you think, just as pretty as her face.

“i can feel you fuckin’ staring.” 

her tone is accusing, but not necessarily malicious or irritated; she doesn’t even look up at you when she says it, adjusting her guitar in her lap as she works at whatever she’s trying to play. her voice suits her, too, you think, and shift a little where you sit at the thought. 

“sorry. you’re really good at guitar.” you mutter, earning an amused chortle from the girl across from you. it’s a pathetic excuse—you’re well aware of your own unsubtlety—but there was something there, something between you two, not long ago, and you’re not just going to let it slip away. the alcohol’s got you pleasantly buzzed, and you’re sure that if you were a little soberer, you’d be embarrassed. 

“you think so?” 

she looks up now, a brow raised. you catch the slit in her right eyebrow, cocked slightly as her gaze rakes over you. she’s got this lilt to her voice that feels like it means trouble, however, it does nothing but pique your interest a little more. 

your response of “mhm. you play real nice.” earns you another glance over.

“i’ve seen you around a couple times. you’re a friend of dina’s, right?” she questions, looking between you and her instrument as she tunes what she seems to think is an out-of-tune string. her leg—the one which has the least contact with her guitar—bounces gently against the patio floor, and it takes you a second to realize she’s seen you around before and remembers you.

“yeah. best friend? i think? she likes to call it that.”, you joke, shoulders trembling slightly at the very unwelcome entrance of another breeze, carrying in the temperature from the front into the back. the sound of the stranger’s laugh is already addicting, especially when it feels genuine. that’s sometimes hard to come across, and you’re already starved for it even though you’ve been speaking to this girl for like, a minute.

“i’ll tell her you said that. shouldn’t she have an extra top for you or something?” 

“she does, usually. kinda forgot to leave a couple here.” you hum, pointedly ignoring the third glance over the girl’s given you since she’d first laid her eyes on you. her lips are pursed slightly, gaze trained wholly on your face whenever you speak yet it wanders when silence stretches between you two. her eyes are locked on something behind your head when she speaks again.

“are you two a..?” 

“thing? no, have you met jesse?”

“dina’s got a ton of other people that aren’t jesse, babe.”

your cheeks warm at the pet name, and you realize she’s right. dina’s had a couple of other flings outside of jesse; every time the two of them break up, she runs off to someone else before realizing she doesn’t want anyone but him. then, suddenly, without your permission, your mind wanders at the idea of someone wanting you the same way those two want each other. 

“no, we’re not,” you shake your head as she looks back at you. briefly, so momentarily, you question whether she actually likes girls or not—and if it seems like you do—so add a quick and easy-sounding, “think i liked her a year or so back, though.”

the stranger nods, and you’re suddenly hit with the fact that you don’t know her name. 

caught in your own head, you don’t register her leaning back in her seat, guitar following her movements, pressed right up against her abdomen. you do though, notice her shrugging her long sleeve off and balling it up in her free hand before it's carelessly thrown your way. your rapt attention towards her movement is pretty much the only reason you were able to catch it; it’s warm from her own body heat in your cold hands. it’s pretty obvious what she wants you to do with it, but you wouldn’t want to impose so you just stare at it.

“put on the damn sweater. it’s cold.”, she mutters, and you can’t help but bite back a smile at her tone; what was likely intended to come across as gruff and demanding sounds pleading and mildly concerned. you unravel the garment and pull your arms through the sleeves, a clean, earthy scent enveloping your once-shivering form.

“thanks, uh..”

“ellie. williams. ellie williams.” she stutters out, which is pretty cute.

“ellie. thank you.” 

that only gets you a grumble of acknowledgement before she’s back to her guitar. strands of her hair are slowly slipping out of her half-updo, and it only makes her that much more alluring. you’re well aware of the fact that you’re staring again, but she doesn’t seem to mind all that much as she starts up another tune. this one sounds far too smooth, too practiced to be something she even needs to go over, and belatedly you wonder if she’s trying to impress you. 

you two sit together quietly for god knows how long, accustoming yourselves to the other’s presence with ellie’s music writing over any awkward silence, and you drown in the admission that you could sit like this forever. the party inside is dying down, with a good chunk of attendees deciding to turn in early while the rest are either still on adrenaline highs or settling down for a couple of drinking games. 

“where’d you learn how to play?” 

you find yourself speaking before you can even think about it, and she doesn’t give you room to regret the interruption with the soft, loving little smile that breaks out on her face when she considers your question.

“old guy. his name’s joel.” 

you can’t help but smile at that; whatever harsh exterior she’s going for really isn’t working for her right now. almost every time she’s spoken to you, it’s either been with a smile, a laugh, or some poorly-concealed interest. joel, you think, taking that name and storing it for later, if there ever is a later with this girl. ellie.

“his guitar, then.” you hum, because it can’t be that much of a secret if a signature that deeply resembles his name is etched into a spot just above the pickguard. “you mind teaching me someday?”, you add, because there won’t ever be a moment where you don’t want to be talking to ellie; what you aren’t expecting is for her to look up at you with the same fond look that she’d looked at her guitar with just moments before, and nod. christ, you think, she’s so..

“we can start today, if you wanna.” she offers, and you try your very best not to seem too eager when you say yeah, for sure, but realize you’ve failed and that the pretty stranger–pretty girl sitting across from you doesn’t really care. she’s taking her guitar off her lap and making her way over to you before you can even second-guess yourself, crouching in front of you and raising an inquisitive eyebrow on her undeniably attractive, stupid fucking face.

you kind of want to kiss her.

you’re already imagining a future where you and ellie are, at the very least, friends—if not more, but you don’t want to get your hopes up—and are out like this every day, hanging out, being comfortable in each other’s presence because there’s no way this feeling of security is normal with someone you’ve just met unless you’re soulmates of some kind.

ellie makes a gesture, lifts her arms as a means of telling you to lift your own, and you swear its the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. you lift yours and her hand snakes its way forward, pressing against your right shoulder so you’ll lean back a little. she’s strong, you can tell that much—as if the muscle lining every inch of her visible skin wasn’t enough—, and her touch is searing hot, leaving fire in its wake. 

she sets the guitar in your lap, spreads your legs gently by the knees, and waits expectantly with her hands out for you to offer up your own. you find yourself staring as she takes your hands, lithe, strong fingers beneath your own, lips parted slightly in both concentration and excitement as she positions your left hand under the neck, fingers splayed just slightly against the frets. she realizes you already have your other arm around the body, but reaches over to ghost her fingertips against the skin of your elbow anyways. 

she smiles. “try it. use your thumb. don’t break my guitar.”

the look you give her prompts another huff of laughter, but she seems to have enough faith in you to believe you won’t. it doesn’t seem like she plans on moving, though, since she’s still crouched in front of you and when you mutter a retributive “it’s joel’s,”, the pretty girl in front of you leans forward and rests her open palms on your knees, effectively cutting off any sly remarks.

you’re probably never going to forget the way her eyes light up when you strum it the first time, and use your very limited guitar-playing knowledge to press against a couple of the frets in succession and play what sounds like a semi-well-practiced harmony.

“holy shit,” she breathes, and you find yourself feeling bashful regardless of the fact you were only, like, thirty percent sure you could pull that off again. however, you manage to contain any sighs of relief and only exhale a chuckle in response. 

her eyes are still on you, you know, and you start absentmindedly fidgeting with the neck and its frets; her attention is everything you could’ve ever wanted, but her gaze is weighed and it’s making you feel a little self-conscious. you’re not starved for it by any means but it has been a while since someone has stared at you like this, awestruck out of their mind. it’s funny because for some reason ellie’s making this seem like such a huge deal when she’d spent the past, what—you’ve lost track of time—thirty minutes? an hour? playing a bunch of fucking songs on this old guy’s guitar, and—

“i had no idea you could play guitar..” 

her voice tears you out of your own head, and suddenly she’s closer to you than she has been all night. you lock eyes when she mutters your name, alarmed at the fact she knows it—you reason that she knows dina and you must’ve been mentioned in passing at least a couple of times—, and feel chills go down your spine, butterflies erupting in your stomach. i definitely want to kiss her.

“i can’t,” you huff, desperate to ease out the tension, “you outplay me by—”

“can i kiss you?”

her cut-off is abrupt and unexpected, and you swear your heart has never stopped like this. it’s such an innocent question, a plea of consent laced with insecurity, something the girl you’d seen in the main hall earlier into the night hadn’t even seemed like she possessed, but it’s so inherently ellie you don’t know what to do with yourself. so you nod. a quick tilt to your chin, up and down; you can’t trust your voice to work well enough for a yes.

but ellie needs to hear it. 

“say yes. i gotta hear you say it.”

you stare at her, and she stares back. the need to actually kiss her is growing unbearable now that you know she wants it too, but the mortification of knowing this pretty girl could hear the desperation in your voice—you haven’t even tuned into the fact that she sounds just as desperate as you—, the hitch of your breathing if you were to say yes, makes it hard to voice what you want.

so you don’t. she’s close enough, hands having slid upwards, her sweaty palms against your thighs in a subconsciously innocent gesture; any stray hair’s been tucked messily behind her ear, her lips are a little chapped and you see her throat constrict in a swallow when you reach forward with your right hand and thread your fingertips through the hair at the base of her neck.

and when you lean forward—as much as you can, with the guitar situated between the two of you—, ellie meets you halfway, semi-pulled in by your touch and mostly leaned in of her own accord. 

it’s a kiss. just that, a gentle press of the lips, but the glorification fiction has given it hasn’t been for nothing. maybe it’s just because it wasn’t with the right person, but you’re far from unfamiliar with it and it’s never felt like this. ellie kisses like she never wants to stop and you’re not complaining. you feel her grip tighten around your thighs, and you’re already running out of air even though you’ve only been doing this for a couple seconds. when you part, it’s with an unspoken promise of more.

“i’ve seen you around,” ellie starts, whispering against your lips. it sounds like a confession, something she needs to get off her chest, so you urge her to continue with your silence and the gentle circling of your thumb against her scalp. “with dina. or jesse. on campus. during those stupid presentations. or the social events. and i’ve always wanted to talk to you, you know? especially that one time, when you,” she inhales, smoothing her hands out against your legs. “when you corrected jesse on a fucking dinosaur name at the group’s museum outing.”

you stare at her, shuffling through images of every event you’ve ever gone to for dina’s sake when it hits you. a couple months back, before finals, probably when dina and jesse had gotten back together after a huge blowup, she’d found some stupid exhibit at a museum close to campus and presented it to you. she’d asked if you thought it was a good deal, especially because her friend, ellie, liked dinosaurs, and fuck, what is wrong with you?

“shit, you remember that?”

her silence is enough of an answer, gaze flitting between your eyes and lips nervously. 

“oh my god,” you exhale, keeping her still with the hand you have around her neck as you press your foreheads together. to think, if you’d been a little less ignorant at the time, you could’ve already known ellie. the two of you could have been friends, possibly more—which now, doesn’t seem all that ridiculous—, had you tuned in a little more to what dina was saying, had paid more attention to the rest of dina’s group when you’d gone out with her, had asked simply, back then, who’s ellie?

“is that weird? tell me that’s not weird. i kinda feel like a creep now, fuck. i swear i wasn’t, like, stalking you or anything,” ellie starts rambling, something you doubt you’ll ever get tired of. 

“you said you’ve seen me around a couple times. are you a creep?”, you tease.

“no! i mean, no. i just kinda, i only heard about you and saw you that time, and, shit–” 

you smile at her, let her go on as you lean further over the guitar, left hand reaching out to tuck a couple strands of her unruly hair behind her right ear, effectively cutting her off without saying a word. this awestruck look on her face is something you really, really want to get used to, and the feeling of her breath ghosting over your lips is far more welcome than anything else will ever be. 

“god, i wanna kiss you again.”

“do it.” you hum, and then ellie’s lips are on yours again and you swear this pretty stranger with the auburn hair is going to be the death of you.

Norman Reedus 

the sex ed guide your parents didn't give you

how to put a condom on

where to get free birth control

the hymen debunked 

cleaning your vibrators 

how to avoid pressures

signs you may be pregnant

safe guide to anal sex

all about dental dams

disabled sexual resources

what is hiv?

feminist porn

female ejaculation

fisting 101

communication during sex

setting sexual boundaries

bdsm vs abuse

lube during sex

the clitoris

sex education games

understanding gender

what to do if your nudes were leaked

intersex

sexual consent

all about masturbation

choosing a sex toy

tips for your first time

Had a thought about how Abby Anderson would absolutely be like a drummer in some college punk band but then rescinded that thought because she has school jock energy so i propose that instead she would be the one invited to some random house party, falls madly in love with the girl playing the drums without ever talking to you so now she is trying (and failing) to figure out who you are on campus and checking out the local scene to see if your band is playing again lmao 

𝖫𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖩𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗄𝖺, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗒.

I think he looks much better with his scars. he may be dead, but he’s one sexy deceased ginger. 

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Neteyam 

txansngum - desperation

steyki - anger

tìloho - surprise

fmokx - jealousy

kavuk si - to betray

tìwusem - fighting

asap si - to be shocked, startled

asap si, part 2 

muntxa si - to mate with, marry

yayayrnga - confusion

‘ampi - touch

‘eveng - child

'eveng - part 2

'eveng - part 3

'eveng - part 4

tìngay - truth

kame - see, see into, understand

sayrìp - handsome, good-looking

nim - timid, shy

kxeyey - error, mistake

lawnol - great joy

nìwan - secretly, in hiding

nìmal - trustingly, without hesitation

tìsmaw - approval

txopu si - to be afraid

fnu - quiet, to be quiet

mong - depend on, rely on, trust for protection

keftxo - unhappy, upset

reypay - blood

seze - blue flower

‘awlie - once (in the past)

tìsraw seyki - hurt (someone or something)

kxuke - safe

Jake Sully

nga yawne lu oer - you are beloved to me (Rated M)

kin - need (Rated M)

nìsngum - worryingly, fretfully

Lo'ak

säwäsul - competition

hoan - comfort

paskalin - sweet berry

Tonowari

sempu - daddy

afpawng - grief

Ao'nung

nìnrra - proudly, with pride

ꕤ her way of water masterlist status: on - going pairing: neteyam x female metkayina reader genre: romance. fluff sypnosis: neteyam and his family left their clan to seek uturu from yours. on their first night, neteyam wanders by the shore to clear his mind. he finds himself away from everyone’s marui pods and comes across you as you bathed - he couldn’t get you out of his mind since then. taglist: @rainbowsocks @mashiromochi @anm3mi @fanboyluvr

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La Casa de Papel (Money Heist) part 2

8. Moscow ( Agustin Ramos ) 

9. Raquel Murillo 

10. Alicia Sierra 

11. El Profesor ( Sergio Marquina )