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Point still stands

*cough* celebratory sex w/ oscar *cough*

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.

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

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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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.

Happy Pride Month

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MY MAN