I imagine that Tsu'tey teaches spider, coz he saw Spider protecting Tsu'teys son (Tsayo) from bullies. Even that Spider is so much smaller, he is very kind and brave. Tsayo gets bullied coz he is more pale and light hair and the children call him half demon. But Spider alsways stands up for him.
-you and jake have been best friends for years much to the displeasure of everyone who has ever been around you two. Even in your new lives you both remain insufferable.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: body shaming (jake calls reader 'tubby' once, they both call each other ugly)
a/n: this was supposed to be a small drabble but then i unfortunately started writing exposition…
You knew from the second you laid eyes on him, when he walked into the barracks with all that young bull swagger and an annoying smirk, that he was someone that would get on your nerves.
You weren't wrong. You just never expected that his sully charm would reel you in regardless.
You quickly became inseparable assholes together. You two were practically joined at the hip, eating side by side in the canteen every single day, and periodically landing yourselves in trouble with your childish arguments which often lead to toilet scrubbing and endless pushups. There was a time when you both had goofed off a little too much which led to the whole team having to clean the barracks with nothing but toothbrushes. Everyone hated you both for that.
When you first met Tommy, he joked that you were more Jake's twin that him.
"Maybe we were switched at birth" he had laughed.
Unfornately, unlike Jake who quickly fell into the disciplined marine life, following orders was never your strong suite. You often talked back to superiors, unable to withstand what you viewed to be unfair treatment. It was never your dream to join the miltary, you were just following the path that was expected of you. So it was no surprise to anyone when you had been discharged within the year for your inability to adapt.
Graciously, Tommy had taken you under his wing, introducing you to the avatar training program when you had nothing and no one to fall back onto. You never considered yourself someone who had an interest in space but there was something about pandora that callled to you. You had trained more rigourously for this than for anything you ever had before, spending sleepless night studying na'vi and reading most of grace augustines books detailing flora and fauna.
You and Jake kept in touch throughout. you wrote letters back and forth where he would tease you for being a science puke now. Your bond was still strong even when life got busy.
And when Jake was discharged after losing his legs, you did your best to be there for him, trying to keep some sense of normalcy in his life. You never tiptoed around him. Something he would later tell you he appreciated. You never treated him like he was a broken man. Because even under all the grief and the lack of legs, he was still just plain old Jake Sully.
After Tommy's death, you both had somehow gotten impossibly closer.
Life on Pandora with Jake had reminded you of your early days together where you both were nothing but a headache for everyone around.
Grace had looked you both over that first time and clutched her head as if just the sight of you both was enough to bring on tension aches. You remebered how she turned away, arguing about how she didn't need reckless marines. You atleast had the log hours to prove some worth.
She had little patient for Jake, let alone the both of you together, especially when you riled each other up with playful jabs and petty squables. There were times where Jake would jump you while in his avatar, taking full advatange of his newfound strenght. Your miltary training would kick in and you reciprocated tenfold.
Grace had threatened to send you both back to earth.
During your first mission together, you shouldn't have been surprised that Jake had mangaed to separate you both from the group—he had always been reckless—and then got you captured by the omatikaya. In that time you both became students under the chief's daughter and the future leader, Neytiri and Tsu'tey, much to their chagrin.
You would not describe them as patient teachers. Not at first at least. Neytiri was aggressive. Quick to annoy. She would often insult both you and Jake and would smack him when he did something wrong. But under all that irritation was a girl skilled in her ways of life. Despite her initial protests, Neytiri never skipped a day of lessons. She taught you like you were children now learning to live in your body. In a sense you were. And while you had more experience in your avatar than Jake, you still struggled at times. She never went beyond what you were ready for. She remained steady and reliable. And soon she became a friend.
Tsu'tey was a different story. He was hardened and set in his ways. A stubborn man who once he made up his mind was hard to shake. From the second he laid eyes on you two he decided you both were better off dead. That you were nothing but a threat to the forest and it's people. He was more unforgiving in his training. He fought like you were a supposed to know every step and when to dodge. He hissed insults every chance he got. When you stumbled, when your feet land wrong, when your breathing was too loud.
He reminded you too much of the sergeants during your training days. This lead to you often pushing back on his aggressiveness. You both were always at each others throats.
Eventually that tension would grow and change shape until it became something that was hard to describe. Touches became softer and words became less minced, and his patience grew with time. Not largely, just enough for you to notice.
It finally came to head after the great war.
Tsu'tey was gravely injured and had spent days in the tsahik's tent. Jake, who was already mated with Neytiri, would nudge you with a grin on his face everytime he caught you hovering over the sleeping na'vi. You refused to leave his side, too anxious at his state, even though you never admitted it out loud.
When he finally woke, you both had mated under the eye of eywa, no longer able to deny the affection that you held for each other.
Jake had teased you relentlessly the next morning. You punched him square in the chest, forcing him to double over.
Even now, a year later, your relationship hadn't changed.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!"
Jake clawed at your hands that pulled on strands of his hair.
"Still think I'm weak?" You grunted
You and Jake had been fishing in a nearby stream, filling baskets with enough to feed the clan at dinner. When it was time to haul the fish back to the clan, you, having spent most of your time with your newborn baby boy instead of keeping up with training, had struggled with lifting one of the baskets. And Jake with all his stupidity, decided that it was a good idea to poke fun at you. "Getting a little tubby, huh?"
Not the brightest thing to say to a new mother, especially if that mother was you.
The second the comment left him, you fully dropped the basket and tackled him to the ground, resorting to petty tricks like hair pulling.
"Apologize!!" You hissed, fingers unyielding around his dreads.
Jake despite the pain in his scalp said nothing. All he let out was pained yells.
At his silence you wrapped your legs around his neck.
"Ugk—"Jake choked. He tried the pry you off of him, digging his nails into your skin. You didn't waver. "Hel—help!!" He cried out slapping at your calves "Someone! Anyone!" Yet no one came even as his face turned purple.
Across the trees, within clan grounds, Neytiri and Tsu'tey sat together, each with a baby strapped to their chest. Their ears twitched at the familiar voice pleading for his life but neither made a move. They remained where they were, preparing spices for tonight's meal but the yelling continued.
Tsu'tey blinked " Your mate is calling"
Neytiri adjusted the starp on her shoulder "He will be fine"
And with that, they went back to work.
As long as their idiotic mates didn't wake the babies, they did not care.
"Tsaya" you cooed at your baby boy. He wiggled on his back, tiny arms reaching for you.
Next to you was Jake, who was bouncing a whiny Neteyam.
You glanced at him out the corner of your eye "You're doing it wrong"
"What?" He turned to you, hand on Neteyam's head "No, i'm not"
You just raised your brows with pursed lips and went back playing with a laughing Tsaya.
Jake stared at you, fighting the urge to give in and ask. He failed.
"What could I possibly be doing wrong?" He said with an attitude more suited to an angsty teenage girl.
"Oh so now you want my help?"
"Just tell me"
You hummed "I don't know. You were kinda rude. Maybe if you said please.."
He deadpanned. "Nevermind"
But Neteyam didn't stop fussing.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. "You are too aggressive Sully. Sway, don't bounce like a maniac. Have you learned anything from Neytiri"
He scoffed but listened anyway.
And finally Neteyam calmed.
Wventually both boys were fast asleep and so you placed them in side by side baby baskets.
Jake raised a brow at you, having felt your eyes on the side of his head.
Your eyes widened, urging him for something
"What do you want?" He asked
"Seriously?" You huffed in disbelief "You are so ungrateful"
"What?
"I mean it's my bad for expecting anything from you" You turned away
"oh my—"
You cut him off "Like, would it kill you to say thank you at least once? But I guess your ego can't handle admitting that I'm a better parent than you"
"Excuse me??"
You swiveled to face him again, hands on your hips "You heard me"
"You are not better than me. and—and I was a father longer than you were a mother" he argued
"By a few months!"
"Still counts"
" At least I can get a baby to stop crying" Your tail whipped at his leg.
"Oh please, Tsaya cries more than Neteyam. Probably 'cause he has to see your face everyday" He caught your tail and tugged sharply.
Before you knew it, you both were rolling around on the floor like two wild animals.
"Tiyawn—"
Tsu'tey was cut off by the sight of Jake trapping you in a headlock.
He suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion roll over his body as he stood in the kelku opening.
He glanced back, deciding whether to leave you both or to drag you apart. He choose to separate you two when he saw you open your jaw wide, no doubt with the intention of biting the skin off of Jake's forearm. His resulting yell would surely wake the babies.
"That is enough." He said firmly as if scolding children. It was only then did you two notice his presence. You both blinked at him stupidly. He sighed, stepping forward and physically yanking you from Jake's grip.
"Must you two always act like children?"
Jake got up, dusting himself off. You, whose arm was still gripped by Tsu'teys hand, looked up. It was a face Tsu'tey had seen countless times since meeting you. It was not a look of shame, but rather one that told him you were going defend yourself regardless of what the truth was.
"It's his fault" Your arm shot out in Jake's direction. Jake's jaw dropped at your audacity. "He should learn manners. Maybe then i wouldn't have teach him any"
Jake scoffed "That's rich coming from you"
Tsu'tey's thumb and forefinger came up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. "I do not care who started it. If you must behave like fools, do it away from the children"
Neither of you argued.
Neytiri gently washed Neteyam in the stream as Jake hovered next to her doing nothing but watch.
"He's always so calm when you bathe him. When I do it, I end up the one covered in water" he said
She thumbed away at a speck of dirt on Neteyam's cheek "That is because he thinks it is playtime when you do it"
"Huh…well I guess it's a win he thinks i'm fun"
A laugh sounded " How'd you know his splashing isn't because he wants to get away from you?"
Jake's tail flicked.
The corner of Neytiri's mouth twitched. He saw.
"Don't encourage her" He said
"I did not say anything" Neytiri reasoned, scooping up some water and letting it fall on Neteyam's hair.
Tsu'tey called "Tiyawn, do not start. You will rile up the boys"
"What..I'm just saying" You shrugged before washing Tsaya's hair as Tsu'tey held him up.
Jake focused his attention on his son "You like papa, don't you boy?" he cooed "Yes, you do. Your aunt is just a meanie" Neteyam clapped at him. "Yes she is. and ugly too" the boy clapped again. Jake chuckled and ruffeled his hair " 'atta boy"
Then from across the stream:
"Uncle Jake is the ugliest isn't he Tsaya" the baby gurgled.
When Jake looked up you were already staring him. You both held each other's stare. No words were exchanged but invisble daggers were shot.
"Stop it you two, and make yourselves useful" Neytiri said, having enough of your ridiculous staring contest. She handed Neteyam over to Jake to dry off and the baby immediately started wiggling more than he did when Neytiri held him.
You snorted. "See?"
Neytiri, unable to help herself, let out a small laugh.
Jake looked down at Neteyam and pouted. "Everyone is against me…"
In yours and Tsu'tey's kelku, he set down a now sleeping Tsaya before making his way to your shared hammock where you had already stretched out to sleep. His eyes caught the sight of a half shapened dagger leaning against the wall.
He picked it up, turning it around in his hands. It was clearly not finished but each cut was made with care and precision. Next to it sat a small bowl of blue beads.
"What is this, tiyawn" He asked, looking up at you as you rubbed your eyes.
You peeked over at him, seeing the dagger in his hands. "A gift" you yawned " 's Jake's birthday next week. He's been complaining about his old one."
Tsu'tey hummed, carefully placing the item back where he found it and crawled into the hammock. You settled into his arms, face nuzzeling into his chest. Tsu'tey smiled at the sight before closing his eyes.
Even though you and Jake were the most atrocious pairing to ever exist, it could not be denied that the bond between you was strong. Unbreakable.
note: so this is second part to my avatar recommendations cause first part was already long in my opinion so i made second! both parts will be updated LAST UPDATE:03.02.26
part i
╰ ⌗ neteyam
heartstopper by @moonlitmeadow06 feelings left unsaid between the both of you are revealed when neteyam, in a jealous and feverish daze, finally decides to speak his mind.
peace of mind by @hon3y0logy Neteyam survived being shot, but that doesn’t mean he’s fully recovered mentally. Luckily, he has his mate to keep him grounded.
two lost souls by @urlocalfeiner you and neteyam grew up together, attached at the hip since young and that never changed as the two of you grew older. what did change was the fact the two of you began to develop feelings for one another that simple best friends don't hold- two lost souls longing to feel the touch of the other. as everything around you changes when you travel with the sully family to seek refuge in the metkayina clan, you and neteyam's feelings for each other don't- they grow to be unbearable, until everything comes to the surface.
come here by @dasvidny4 neteyam, determined to earn forgiveness, showers you with kisses.
sick of waiting by @meluwinne neteyam had been told to wait his entire life, by his father, his mother and even by his siblings. patience was undoubtedly his most trained quality. however, when he notices the advances by ao'nung for your hand, he can't help but throw that quality away.
borrowed blue by @fleurlia or in which. nothing you had was ever truly yours, not your body, your health, your mind, nearly your soul. all you wanted was to feel like yourself, but you were still trying to find her. what you found instead was Neteyam, the future Olo'eyktan of the people you were fighting. and even though you knew how badly this could end, you saw him. and he saw you too. not the borrowed blue, only you.
╰ ⌗ aonung
seasalt and kisses by @lorre-verie you and Ao'nung are childhood friends but not really. his jealousy is most clear when you hangout with Lo'ak at the festival of the Tide's Blessing.
slowburn by @chromemolars
xxx by @itzj4ylene while you’re still learning how to belong in the reef, aonung drags you to a hidden coral spot and accidentally catches feelings.
courting rituals by @nyctophicbtch
hair fixing by @zynavatar after going for a swim, you help ao'nung fix his hair after diving into tides
unashamed by @swimthroughstars y/n doesn't want her relationship to be a secret anymore, but how will Aonung react to this?
xxx by @httpjrnl
a calm state by @mariposayl Her stubbornness pushed her too far, nearly drowning her, yet it forged an unbreakable bond with her savior, Ao'nung.
true by @sfgacy Roa, the girl with the odd hands who can heal. a hands made of herbs that can heal wounds quickly found ao'nung who was dripping blood on his arms. she has to help him.
what more can i say by @spiderfunkz ao'nung has been good— behaving to say the least. so when another conflict occurred you had to defend your mate as best as you can
you get me so high by @spiderfunkz you've hated ao'nung your entire life, so why change now?
right side of my neck by @spiderfunkz you looked back at ao'nung once, but he looked back two times
stupid fish boy by @m6cabre
daydreaming by @spiderfunkz after a certain interaction with the metkayina boy, you couldn't help but daydream
╰ ⌗ loak
alone time by @chromemolars alone time with your lover after a long day of healer lessons under your tsahik.
you jump i follow by @lorre-verie
╰ ⌗ solek
worthy of you by @mydearneteyam after a long time, it seems that eywa has allowed the same children who chased away your suitors to give the warrior you once knew a chance.
╰ ⌗ tsutey
tsu’tey te rongloa ateyitan by @chromemolars a reader who loves her ikran more than life itself.
new beginnings, same nostalgia by @tootstoots your new life on pandora is good, more demanding but still good. the nature is magnificent and the people interesting. but a part of you still misses the place that you once called home.
content warnings: 18+, smut, fem reader, human reader, size kink, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting/nipping, rough handling, wall sex (tree sex)
word count: 0.5k words
tsu’tey has you shoved back onto a low, moss-covered branch, his massive hands gripping your knees and forcing them wide until the joints ache. he’s huffing, those harsh, animalistic breaths of his hitting your inner thighs as he stares at you. to him, you smell like alien chemicals and soft, warm skin—a scent that’s confusingly sweet and sharp all at once.
"you smell… different," he mutters, his voice a low, jagged rumble. "it is strange. it is not of this world."
he just sinks to his knees between your legs. the scale of him is even more apparent now; his head is nearly as wide as your hips, and when he leans in, he completely eclipses your view of the forest floor. he doesn't start with his tongue. instead, he just breathes against you, his nose buried in your heat as he inhales deeply, trying to map out this new, human scent.
"so much warmth," he growls, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin.
then, he tastes you. it’s not a gentle lick. tsu’tey is a hunter; he uses his tongue like he’s claiming territory. it’s long, flat, and slightly textured, dragging from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit in one slow, wet swipe. you let out a high, broken cry, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as your hips jerk upwards.
"stay," he commands, his voice muffled against you. he hooks his thick, blue fingers into your ass, pulling you even closer to his face until you’re practically draped over his jaw.
he gets greedy then. his tongue is heavy, a blunt pressure that moves with a rhythmic, demanding force. he’s curious, poking and prodding at you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he tries to get even deeper. every time you sob his name, he just growls, a deep-chested sound that you feel in your bones. he’s tasting the "science" out of you, replacing it with the salt and musk of the forest.
"you are so small," he pants, pulling back for a second just to look at the mess he’s made of you. your skin is flushed, slick with his saliva and your own arousal, the bioluminescence of the trees reflecting in the wetness on your thighs. "and you taste... like life."
he dives back in, his pace turning fast and dirty. he’s not just licking now; he’s sucking on you, his jaw wide and trembling from the effort of staying controlled. he uses his teeth—just a graze, a tiny nip that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your spine. he wants to see you break. he wants to hear that loud, human scream echo through the canopy.
when you finally start to shatter, your legs shaking and your back arching off the branch, he doesn't pull away. he presses his face harder against you, his tongue working frantically to catch every drop of your release. he stays there until your heartbeat slows, his breath hot and jagged against your soaking skin, looking up at you with eyes that are dark, blown-out, and utterly possessive.
"now," he rasps, his hand moving to the drawstring of his loincloth, his cock already a heavy, dark shadow against his thigh. "now i see why the dreamwalker is so distracted."
