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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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i’m actually losing my goddamn mind. i need to suck his dick and let him hit from the back. raw, rough, til my legs give out.

AAAAAAAAA I NEED HIM SO BAD

ALSO THE WAY THIS WAS WRITTEN??? UGH AMAZING

— summary: you meet up with your favorite biker guy to backpack him for a day, and things get very heated very fast.

— CW: 18+ only! meeting up with a stranger (don’t do that), putting out for a stranger (oops, i’d fold if it were biker!rafe too), biker guy!rafe, semi public sex (it’s at the top of a parking deck thing😭😂), fingering, hair pulling, male receiving oral, unprotected sex, ass and pussy slapping (like once), lots of dirty talk and praise.

— a/n: ah fuck. my obsession with biker men got the best of me here. my wet fucking dream. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

❥ ride — r.c

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I had been following him on Instagram and TikTok for months, and he lived in my town! So when I finally found the courage to send him a DM on Instagram joking about backpacking him for a day, I never in a million years imagined that he would actually respond — and say yes!

I’m finishing up the final touches of my makeup in front of my full length mirror that sits in the corner of my room when I hear my phone go off, letting me know I have a text.

Standing from the floor, I make my way to my nightstand and grab my phone. I open it to see that he has texted me.

Rafe: Hey! I’m out front whenever you’re ready.

I smile at the text and type out a quick response. Pocketing my phone, I rush to slip on my high top converse and grab my hoodie, tossing it over my head and rushing out of my bedroom and front door.

Making my way down the steps I come to a stop at the bottom, my breath catching in my throat when I see him leaned against the side of his bike. He looks deliciously good today. He wears a pair of tight, black jeans and a fitted white T-shirt. He pairs the outfit with a pair of white Nikes with a black Nike check in the middle of either side.

He doesn’t have his helmet on, and the sight of his bright blue eyes sparkling under the sun has my thighs tightening. He never shows his face on his social media, only his eyes if he flips the visor of his helmet up, and he rarely does that. He has the most perfect full lips, a defined jawline and his hair sits messy on top of his head. This man is the epitome of perfection.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, his low voice pulling me from my trance.

I swallow the saliva that’s built up in my mouth from looking at him and nod my head quickly. “Yeah, that’s me! Rafe, right?” I ask. But I already know. The bike he came to pick me up on lets me know it is in fact him.

He smiles widely. “That’s me. You ready? Have you ever rode before? Even just on the back?”

My hands begin to slightly shake, all of a sudden clammy. I’m nervous. But who wouldn’t be? This gorgeous man, with a large following on social media is here to pick me up, and take me riding with him for the day. Any woman in my position would be nervous too. Well, not all women, but the women like me.

“No.” I answer honestly. I watch his lips quirk up into a smirk, and I internally fist pump that he didn’t change his mind. Happy that he didn’t say “never mind, it’s not worth the hassle of teaching you”

He takes a step toward me, reaching his right hand out for me to take. I place my hand in his and pray that he can’t feel how nervous I am. He leads me toward his bike, releasing my hand and grabbing the extra helmet he’d brought with him. He turns, and when his blue eyes land on mine again, I swear I feel my heart skip a beat.

“I’m just gonna slide this on you, that okay?”

I smile and nod. “Yeah that’s fine.”

He nods once and then moves to slip the sleek black helmet over my head. Once it’s on good, his fingers move down to the straps under my chin. When his fingers brush across the skin, a shiver runs through my body. Once he has it strapped in place, he steps back and lifts the visor so he can see my eyes. “Fits perfectly. You look cute in that.”

I laugh nervously. “Thank you.”

He gives me one last smile before turning and grabbing his own helmet, placing it on his head and strapping it in place. He turns to face me again, and my panties grow wet at the sight in front of me. I don’t know what it is, but him with his helmet on is so fucking sexy.

“‘M just gonna press this button on your helmet, it’ll allow you to hear me while we’re riding.”

I nod my head and stand still as he steps toward me again, pressing a small button on the helmet I didn’t know was there. He steps back and asks, “Can you hear me?”

I giggle. “Yeah, I can hear you. That’s so cool!”

I hear him chuckle and the sound makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Yeah, me and my friends bought these so we can communicate while we ride, if we get separated and can’t use our hand signals. Plus, it’s fun to fuck with them this way too.”

He turns back to his bike and grabs a pair of black and white riding gloves from a drawstring bag, shoving them on his hands before turning to me once more. He claps his hands together and begins explaining the basics of riding on the back.

“So, I’ll hop on and you’ll sit on this seat behind me, and place your feet on these pegs.” He pats the seat and points to the foot pegs. “While we’re riding, wrap your arms tightly around my waist, and if I lean in a certain direction, you lean with me. It makes it easier to navigate turns and what not.” He pauses again, thinking of what else he needs to go over. He finally speaks again. “Oh! And if you get scared or want me to slow down, just tap my thigh. It’ll let me know to slow down for you.”

I nod my head and let him know I understand. Satisfied with everything he’s told me, and knowing I’m comfortable he tosses his drawstring bag onto his back and climbs onto his bike, starting it up. The engine roars to life and he turns his head to face me, nodding it toward him to let me know I can get on. I swing my right leg over the back of the bike, setting my ass onto the seat and wrap my arms tightly around his waist like he’d said to do.

I hear him through the speaker in the helmet as his hand taps my thigh. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

-

An hour later, Rafe is pulling up to the top of a parking deck. The two of us had rode non stop for the last hour, and to say it was one of the most exhilarating and memorable experiences of my life would be an understatement.

He pulls the bike to a stop, shutting off the engine and putting out the kickstand before he climbs off. He keeps his hand on my thigh to keep me upright as he gets off the bike, and then he grabs at my left hand and helps me off next.

I pop the clip of the straps under my chin, letting them fall loose before I pull the helmet up and off my head. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the knots that had formed during the ride. After a few seconds of — and actually failing — trying to tame the knots, I finally decide to just toss my hair into a high ponytail.

As I’m securing the ponytail holder in my hair, Rafe’s voice catches my attention. “So, was it everything you thought it’d be?”

I finish putting my hair up and turn to smile at him. “Absolutely. That was… So much fun.” I breathe out.

He smiles and takes two long strides toward me, making my breath catch in my throat and my thighs tighten. This man is so fucking sexy it hurts, and the fact that I’m alone with him, it has my heart pounding and my pussy throbbing. But we don’t know one another, nothing would ever happen between us. He was just being nice today, allowing me to ride with him. I bet he does this a lot. I’m nothing special.

Once he stands directly in front of me, I swear my knees almost give out. His intoxicating scent fills my nose, the warmth radiating off his body envelopes me. He reaches his right hand out, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I gotta say, you looked absolutely beautiful on my bike.”

My heart begins pounding rapidly in my chest, my hands shaking. I swear, this man is going to be my downfall. If he asked me to drop to my knees right here, right now, I don’t think I’d have the strength to tell him no.

I laugh nervously. “Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself on there.”

A wide grin spreads across his lips, and the sight alone takes my fucking breath away. He cups my cheek with his right hand, brushing his thumb across my skin. “Can I kiss you?”

My eyes go wide. Did the Rafe Cameron just ask if he could kiss me? I have to be dreaming right now. My eyes find his, searching for any sign that he’s just fucking with me. But I never find it. His blue eyes are darkened over, and hold nothing but seriousness in them.

I feel my legs turn to jello, and the only thoughts running through my mind are his lips on mine. His cock buried inside my wet cunt, down my throat. My eyes flick down to his plump lips and back to his eyes. He takes my silence as an invitation, dipping his head down and pressing his lips with mine.

The kiss starts out softly at first, but then he quickly deepens it. His tongue glides across my slightly parted lips, a low groan emitting from his chest before he forces his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues brush against one another, fighting for dominance before he finally wins. My entire body is on fire, my thighs tightening and my arousal soaks my thong. Fuck, I need more of him.

When he finally breaks his lips from mine, we’re both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling as his lust filled eyes search mine. I decide to be bold, the worst he can do is shove me away, right? My right hand slides between our bodies, finding his hard cock and palming him through the rough fabric of his black jeans. He hisses in a breath. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby. You sure you want this?”

A shiver runs up my spine at the low, raspy tone of his voice. Sexual tension is thick in the cool fall air, making it feel warmer than it is outside. My entire body screaming at me to let him have me, while my mind is screaming to run the other way. I don’t know him. I only follow him on social media. But he’s so fucking sexy. He’s so confident in himself, and I need to feel what it’s like to have him. Even if it’s just a one time thing, even if he is a stranger to me, my body fucking craves him like a drug I can’t get enough of.

My eyes find his and a mischievous smile forms on my lips. “I’m sure.”

I feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his jeans, and I smile knowing that it’s me who has this man all worked up. He slaps my hand away from his hard-on, his own hands quickly working the button and zipper of his jeans. He slides the black material down his legs, before shoving his boxers down as well, the material pooled at his feet. His strong hands grip my shoulders, shoving me down to my knees.

I wince when my knees hit the hard concrete beneath me. I shake away the feeling of the rough ground digging into my knees through my jeans, and focus on the hard, long and thick cock that stands erect in front of my face. I bite at my bottom lip before lightly grasping the thick base of him in my right hand. I stroke him softly, running my hands up and down, from the base to the swollen pink tip. Removing my hand, I gather saliva in my mouth and spit down into my palm before gripping him again.

I stroke him softly, toying with the head of his cock before running my hands back down the base. He growls in frustration, his hands falling to the back of my head and gripping at the high ponytail I’d put my hair into. He yanks my head up, forcing my eyes on his. “You like playing games? Suck my fucking cock, baby. Or else I promise, when it comes time to please you, I’ll play the games right fucking back, and you won’t like it when I win.”

I smirk up at him, letting out a small whimper at the tone in his voice and the feeling of his hands in my hair. He loosens his grip on my head, allowing me to drop my head back down. My tongue darts out of my mouth and I lick up the vein that’s on the underside of his cock. He moans when my tongue reaches his tip, now red and angry as precum leaks from it. I slide my tongue over the slit on the tip of his dick, gathering his precum onto my tongue. I close my eyes and hum in appreciation. “You taste so good, Rafe.”

He growls, his fingers wrapping around my ponytail once more and shoving my mouth onto his cock. He shoves himself all the way down my throat, pulling a small gag from me. I look up at him through my lashes, his head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. His adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows. Slowly, he pulls my head back, strings of my saliva coating his dick.

“‘M gonna fuck this pretty mouth, then, I’m going to bend you over this fucking bike and take you from behind. Alright?”

I whimper in response and he lets out a dark laugh. I suck in one more breath before he shoves himself back in my throat. Tears fill my eyes as I breathe through my nose. His thrusts are harsh and sloppy, his tip repeatedly abusing the back of my throat. But I don’t fucking care. This man can fucking ruin me, and I’ll thank him when he’s done.

The sounds of my gags and his grunts fill the air as he continues to abuse my throat. His thrusts begin to grow sloppier, his dick swelling in my mouth. I feel him twitch inside my mouth and then he’s yanking my head back, spit attached to his dick and my mouth go flying at his roughness.

I suck in an appreciative breath of air, my hand over my chest as it heaves up and down. He wraps his fingers around my left arm, pulling me to my feet and turning me so my back is to him. “Jeans down, now.” He demands, and I quickly obey.

My jeans are pooled at my feet, the only thing left covering me from him is the black lace thong I chose to wear today. I gasp loudly when I feel his hand slap harshly against my ass, the sting it left behind delicious. He runs his fingers over my clothed pussy, and I can’t contain the moan that slips free. “You’re fucking soaked, baby. All f’me?”

I nod my head, tears falling past my lower lashes. “Yes. Fuck, yes. All for you, Rafe.”

His fingers slide my panties to the side, baring my soaked pussy to him. I hear him groan from behind me. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to feel it squeezing my cock.”

He runs his fingers through my wet folds, gathering my arousal on them before he shoves to inside me without warning. I cry out, my back arching and allowing him better access. He slowly pushes two thick digits in and out of me, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit and rubbing lazy circles around it. “So fuckin’ tight, baby. Gotta stretch you out before I shove my cock inside you, think you can handle a third finger?”

I whimper, my head falling forward and dangling over the other side of the bike. “Yes.” I say breathlessly.

He lets out a low growl before adding a third finger into my sensitive pussy. “That’s it baby girl, take my fingers. You’re almost ready for my cock.”

Whimpers and whines fall from my lips, my hips roll against his hand, fucking myself onto his fingers. The squelching noise my pussy makes while his fingers fuck me have my mind going fuzzy and my toes curling within the confines of my high top converse.

I feel myself clench tightly around his fingers as that warm feeling builds inside me. My orgasm nearing. I clench around him again, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I come undone around his fingers.

He quickly pulls his fingers from inside me, the hand that was just fucking me slaps harshly at my now overly sensitive cunt, making me scream. “Fuck me, Rafe! I need you inside me, now! Please..? Please fuck me.”

He chuckles, and I turn my head to see him with the three fingers he just fucked me with shoved into his mouth. He sucks and licks them clean, pulling them out and giving me a mouth watering smirk. “Taste so fuckin’ good. Gonna have to take you home with me after this and devour that sweet cunt of yours.”

I sigh in frustration, wiggling my ass back and forth, silently begging him to fuck me. I hear him step toward me, and then I feel his swollen head running through my slick folds. His head teases at my entrance before he slowly pushes it inside me. “Fuck!” I shout, and he chuckles. He slowly pushes himself inside me, inch my inch until he’s buried inside me, his balls lightly brushing at my sensitive clit.

He groans. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Pussy feels s’good wrapped around my dick.”

I let out a soft whine when he slowly pulls himself from inside me, slamming himself back in seconds later. His hands find my hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to roughly fuck himself into me. My tits are smushed against the seat of his bike, my head dangling over the other side as my hands grip at the foot peg in front of me for balance.

Each push and pull of his cock has me seeing stars, my legs turning to jello once more. A feeling of pure euphoria washes over me, and I know my second orgasm is about to explode from me. “Goddamnit, Rafe! ‘M so close, so fuckin’ close!”

One harsh thrust has the band snapping and my pussy pulsing. My second release washes over me. I lift onto the tips of my toes, screaming his name out to the world as I come undone around his thick cock.

He doesn’t let up, he continues pounding into me ruthlessly. My body goes numb, my brain foggy and blood rushing to my ears. All I can hear are the sounds of his balls slapping against my pussy and the wet, squelching noise my pussy makes with each push and pull of his hips. He lies his front on top of my back, his lips ghosting over my ear as he whispers. “Hope you’re on birth control, ‘cause I’m coming in this sweet fucking cunt.”

I whine, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when I feel his cock swell inside me. He places a hot kiss on the sweat slick skin of my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin when his dick twitches inside me. He lets out a low groan, thrusting forward once more before he still inside me, letting the hot, white ropes of his cum spill inside me. Marking me with his seed.

He lies on top of me for a few seconds, breathing heavily before he slowly pulls himself from inside me. A shudder wracks my body at the feeling of his thick cock sliding out, leaving me feeling empty and suddenly cold.

He pulls something from his bag, bringing it between my legs and wiping me clean. I look at him from behind my shoulder, and give a small smile. Once he’s finished cleaning me up, I fix my panties and lean forward to pull my jeans back up my legs. It’s awkwardly silent, and that alone makes me uncomfortable. Does he regret what we just did? Does he wish he didn’t have to make the awkward ride back with me back to my place?

All the thoughts running through my mind vanish when I feel his lips on mine. “Stop that.” He says once he pulls away.

I frown. “Stop what?”

His hands cup my cheeks and he smiles down at me. “Thinking. I can see it written all over your face.” He pauses, kissing the top of my forehead, and the act alone has my stomach erupting with butterflies again. “I meant what I said, I’m taking you home and devouring that sweet cunt, you got a thirty minute ride to prepare yourself for a long night baby.” He says with a wink, and then he turns to get us ready for the ride back to his house.

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