a/n,, hiii bbys. i hope you're all well. works been kicking my ass so im sorry i haven't posted in a while :( hope u enjoy! not proof read oops
The bet starts because of his stares.
Not once. Not twice.
But every single time you move.
You catch him during morning training, eyes fixed on you as you tighten the leather around your forearm. The second you glance up, he looks away â jaw flexing like heâs irritated at himself.
You smile slowly.
âCan you go one full day,â you ask sweetly, stepping into his space, âwithout reacting when I tease you?â
His eyes narrow. âYou assume I react.â
âOh, you do.â
A flick of your tail brushes his thigh as you pass.
He doesnât move.
But his shoulders go rigid.
âOne day,â he says, voice low with challenge. âYou will grow bored before I break.â
The forest glows soft blue around you. The air is warm, thick, quiet.
You sit beside him on a high branch, legs dangling over the edge.
Close.
Very close.
Your thigh brushes his.
He doesnât move away.
You let your head rest briefly against his shoulder.
He goes still.
Slowly, you trace one of the scars on his arm with the tip of your finger.
His breathing changes.
âCareful,â he says quietly.
âOr what?â
His hand moves to your waist.
Not playful.
Not uncertain.
Firm.
Possessive.
âYou think this is amusing?â
His eyes look down to his loincloth and back to your eyes. Your eyes follow his down and back up.
You saw the erection growing and he is big.
You turn slightly, so your faces are inches apart.
âI think you are close to breaking.â
Silence.
He exhales slowly through his nose.
âDo you enjoy provoking me?â
âYes.â
Honesty hangs between you.
Your tail flicks around his leg.
His hand tightens on your hip.
You lean closer, lips hovering near his ear.
âThen lose.â
Thatâs it.
Thatâs the snap.
In one swift movement, he shifts, pulling you into his lap.
Your breath catches as his hand anchors at the small of your back, the other sliding up your spine as he presses you harder against his growing cock.
âYou do not understand what you are asking,â he murmurs.
His forehead presses to yours.
His thumb traces your lower lip â slow. Intentional.
âI have been patient with you,â he continues, voice rougher now. âWhile you circle me. While you provoke me. While you let others look at you like you belong to them.â
Your pulse hammers.
âI do not.â
The truth is soft.
Dangerous.
His jaw tightens.
âNo.â
The word is immediate.
Certain.
âYou are mine to challenge. Mine to argue with. Mine to protect.â
Your breath trembles slightly.
âThat sounds like losing.â
He almost laughs â low and dark.
âI was never going to win.â
His eyes dart between yours and your lips, and finally, he kisses you.
Not rushed.
Not careless.
Itâs controlled at first â like heâs still trying to prove he has discipline.
But when your hands grip his shoulder and you grind against him, something possessive surges through him.
His fingers tighten at your waist.
His tail coils firmly around yours.
He deepens the kiss, slow and deliberate, like he is claiming something he has denied himself for too long and you grind against him slower, harder.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing harder.
His forehead rests against yours.
âIf you flirt with another warrior again to provoke me,â he says softly, thumb brushing against your jaw, âI will not be responsible for how I react.â
You smile, breathless.
âSo you admit defeat?â
He leans closer, lips grazing yours once more.
âNo,â he murmurs.
âI claim victory.â
His lips crashes onto yours again.
This time with need.
He kisses you like something inside him finally.
Itâs not gentle.
Itâs heat and frustration and months of restraint poured into one collision of mouths.
He picks you up, your legs wrapping around him as he slips off the branch. Your back hits the tree behind you, bark rough against your skin, but you barely register it.
His body presses against yours â solid, unyielding, caging you in without trapping you. His fingers slide up your spine, tangling in your braids, tilting your head just the way he wants.
A low sound rumbles in his chest when you kiss him back harder.
That sound does something to you.
You grip his shoulders, nails digging slightly into muscles. He exhales sharply through his nose, and the kiss deepens â slower now. His lips move against yours like heâs learning you, memorising you, claiming every breath you try to steal.
His tail coils around yours instinctively, tightening when you shift closer.
Possessive.
His thumb drags along your jaw before sliding to your throat, squeezing slightly â resting there, feeling your pulse race beneath his touch.
His hand slides down your stomach, playing with the strap of your loincloth before sliding it off of you.
He deepens the kiss, like it would be the last one he would ever have as he slides a finger inside of you.
You moan at the feeling, him taking advantage of that and poking his tongue into your mouth, exploring it.
You moan into his mouth, hips starting to rock into him, meeting his thrusts as he adds another finger.
âYou are impossible,â he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough, barely controlled.
But he doesnât pull away.
He quickens his pace and kisses you again â slower this time, but deeper. Like heâs savouring the fact that youâre finally here, finally his, and heâs done pretending otherwise.
His fingers curled inside of you, hitting that one spot making your knees nearly buckle underneath you but he held you upright.
âNe-Neteyam, please,â you breathed out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
âWhat?â he chuckles. âUse words, baby.â
His pace inside of you became almost unbearable as your nails dug into his skin and your head rolling against the tree behind you.
âPlease-â you moaned out. âNeed to cum.â
âI wouldnât have it any other way,â a smirk crept onto his lips as his pace became almost tortuous.
A few more thrusts of his fingers and your knees gave way as your orgasm took over.
He held you up with his free hand as your legs shook violently, unconsciously closing around his hand as moans and whines left your lips.
His pace didnât slow.
He continued until his hand was dripping with your release.
Just as you were seeing stars, his fingers left you, your hole now feeling more empty than normal as you gain the strength back in your legs to hold your own weight again.
He keeps you close, hands no longer gripping â just resting, warm and steady at your waist.
âYou alright?â he asks softly.
âYes,â
Relief flickers across his face, He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and exhales against your skin.
âIâve got you,â he murmurs.
His arm wraps around you, tail loosely entwined with yours as the forest quiets.
Summary: What made the Sully brothers so dangerous was not just how they made you feel individually, but how they fed off each other when they were together. Loâak lit the spark and Neteyam fanned the flame.
Warnings: explicit smut, sex toys, in public, dirty talk, edging, implied threesome, kinda voyeurism, dirty thoughts, Spider is there but not included (yet ;)), reader is in her avatar body, canon typical mentions of blood, war, dead bodies, etc., this is very filthy, mentions of masturbating, mmf threesome
Notes: Posting this with my eyes closed because the ending is rushed and I donât like it at all but I needed to get it done so I can finally start working on my other wips đŠ
Antibiotics, bandages, powercells.
"Anything else?"
Neteyam glances up from an open med-kit, fingers pausing over a cracked vial of something that mightâve once been antibiotics before he stuffs one of the intact looking bottles into his pouch.
Once the sound of bullets flying through air and heavy machinery had stopped, the jungle around them had returned to its usual buzzing filled with life, and Neteyams shoulders visibly relaxed at that. A few paces off, Loâak crouches, his eyes scanning the broken shell of the RDA outpost as if he was waiting for any of the fallen soldiers to move and attack them once more. They donât.
"Loâak." Neteyam says it louder this time. His brother finally turns, carelessly throwing whatever trash he was toying with away. Glass shatters in the distance and he rolls his eyes. At least the cut on his brothers cheek had stopped bleeding, Neteyam notices with relief.
Loâak shrugs, then wanders off in the other direction. "Dunno. Didnât she say something about syringes too?"
Neteyam nods once and slings the pouch higher on his shoulder. "Syringes. Right." He moves towards the overturned supply cabinet near the wall, kicking aside empty bullets as he goes. Itâs in better condition than most of the ruins they usually scavenge, still smelling of cold metal and sterilized plastic instead of mold and dust. And thereâs an arrow pierced right through its door. His arrow.
Neteyam crouches, brushing aside shards of synthetic shelving to get to the bottom drawer. A few sealed packs of syringes are tucked beneath a box of surgical tubing. He grabs them, and shoves them into his pouch alongside the other supplies.
Already outside the building, Loâak drags a powercell out from under a scorched AMP suit. Its casing is dented, scorched black on one side, but the charge light flickers green when he presses it.
Neteyam gives the room one last pass. Bodies still lay where theyâd dropped. The firefight hadnât lasted long, but it had been loud and he scratches his ear when he notices itâs still ringing. Great mother, how much he hated guns.
"Weâve got what she asked for. Letâs move." He tells his brother. By the time they reach the roof of the building, the last of the light is draining out of the sky, turning the canopy below into a sea of shadows. Their ikrans wait, shaking their wings restlessly, their claws scraping at the metal.
Neteyam mounts first, strapping the bag tight. Loâak is close behind, glancing back at the building one last time before they take off. The place already looks abandoned, as if their fight with the soldiers camping there had been years ago.
They fly low and fast, the wind cooling their sweat, until the forest gives way to familiar land. Hellâs Gate rises from the trees like an old scar. The resistance had taken it back, piece by piece, with barely enough power to run the place, but it functions and thatâs what matters.
They land near the main med building, where a single floodlight casts pale light across the pad. The inside of the structure is quiet, no one is rushing to meet them, no alarms are blaring. Unlike all the other human buildings littered across Pandora, this place holds no danger for them. Theyâre welcome here, and very much so.
At this time of the day, most of the humans are gathered either at high camp to share their meal with the clan or already back in their quarters, resting.
When they reach the medical office, Neteyam knocks once, but there comes no answer.
Loâak gives a noncommittal grunt, already pushing the door open with a half shoulder shrug.
The room is warm and bright, lined with shelves and clean steel counters that are neatly labeled and organized to perfection. Youâve clearly only just stepped out, half a cup of tea sits cooling on the desk. Next to it stands the link unit thatâs whirring softly, with blue light shining between the gaps indicating that your human self is in there, while that other part of you is probably out there with the rest of the clan.
"You think sheâll be pissed we just let ourselves in?" Loâak chuckles as he tries to get a peek inside the link unit. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he gives his little brother a playful shove, reminding him that he should preserve a womanâs dignity instead of fooling around like that.
"You know how she is," he shakes his head, "She doesnât even like it when someone touches her pens, let alone rifles through her equipment like a bored child."
Loâak snorts, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. "Relax. I wasnât gonna touch anything."
Not in the mood to argue, Neteyam moves towards the desk and begins to unload the suppliesâ bandages, meds, syringes, the salvaged powercell, laying them out in neat rows. His brother adds his haul with less ceremony, then flicks the powercell with one finger, satisfied when it blinks green. Heâs knows theyâre especially hard to get these days and Loâak knows this will earn him praise thatâll only stroke his already too big ego. Especially if said praise is coming from the pretty Doctor herself.
Loâakâs already halfway to the door then, feet padding lightly against the sterile tile. "Câmon, bro, letâs head home." He calls over his shoulder impatiently, now that the task is done. "Iâm starving. Think Priya got any of that weird human bread left? Eywa, Iâve been thinking about that all day!"
Behind him, his brother continues to ramble about food and the different shapes of bread that hopefully await him at home, but Neteyam barely hears him.
His attention is locked on something small, half-tucked beneath the edge of a chart on your desk. A device, so unmistakably human, but unlike anything heâs seen in your usual collection of neat, clinical tools. It doesnât look important. Doesnât feel important. But that mightâve been the exact reason it draws him in.
Itâs⌠pink. Not grey or white or black or any of the other dull colors you humans love to paint everything in.
A bright, almost silly kind of pink, like something a child might pick from a pile of toys. Soft edges, no worn metal or harsh beeping lights, just a smooth little square with a single button shaped like a heart, which slides up and down with a small click. Thatâs it. No screen, no label, no numbers that could indicate what itâs good for. It doesnât even hum like most devices do or has any of these little lights that would show him itâs on.
The longer Neteyam stares at it, the more out of place it looks. What is something like this doing here among antiseptics, scalpels and patient records?
Itâs so out of character for Neteyam, but thereâs an itch in his fingertips. He glances at Loâakâs back and before he can second guess himself, he lets curiosity win.
With practiced fingers, Neteyam snatches the remote and slips it into the inner pouch of his chest strap. Heâs not even sure why.
"Hey," Loâak calls, brow raised as he looks back over his shoulder, "you coming or what?"
Neteyam straightens, tugging his strap tight and masking the motion like heâs just adjusting it. Then he casts one last glance toward the link unit where your human shell lays peacefully and completely unaware, before he follows his brother out into the hall, pretending like he hadnât just taken something that didnât belong to him.
"Yeah," he says, forcing his voice steady. "Coming."
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Neteyam was uncharacteristically quiet that evening.
The fire crackled low between them, casting flickers of orange and gold across the gathered faces of the clan members surrounding the fireplace.
Loâak and Spider sat close by, bellies full and both half-draped over a log like theyâd melted into it after their meal. Spider was grinning, telling one of his favorite near-death stories for what had to be the third time this week. Something about him getting tackled by a wild yerik on their last scouting run. Meanwhile, Loâak was interrupting the human every few seconds to insist it hadnât even been that big, or that dangerous, which only made Spider embellish harder.
Neteyam sat nearby, close enough to feel the heat of the fire, but just outside the core of the conversation.
His fingers curled around the small device hidden in his palm. The bright pink plastic caught the firelight and he turned it slowly in his hand, thumb brushing the heart-shaped slider up, then back down. It made three soft clickâs, barely audible under the chatter around him. Up. Click. Click. Click. Down. Click. Click. Click. Over and over again.
But he had no idea what exactly it did.
And worse, he had no idea why it had been on your desk. Among all the plain, grey, medical equipment, this one soft, candy-colored thing had no right being there.
But still. He shouldnât have taken it.
"I swear, it just jumped out of the bush!" Spider was saying, gesturing wildly with his hands which ultimately snapped Neteyam out of his thoughts. "Like, fully airborne! I thought I was dead."
"You tripped over a root," Loâak shot back, grinning. "And it was three feet tall and scared of your hair, bro."
"That thing was the size of an ikran!" The human argued.
"It was the size of Tuk." Loâak said with a straight face, which earned him a playful shove from Spider.
"Come on, bro. Your sister is pretty tall for her age. Give me some credit!" Both of them broke into laughter at this, shoving each other back and forth as if they were still two teenagers hopped up on too much testosterone and not enough self-preservation.
Normally, that wouldâve been Neteyamâs cue to cut in. Say something dry and then pull them apart, before someone could crack a rib or a tooth.
But tonight, he didnât bother.
Instead, while they were still elbowing each other like overgrown children, he just held the pink device out between them. Might as well ask the experts on their opinion about it.
"Hey. What do you think this is?"
That immediately stopped them.
Loâak blinked, then sat up a little straighter, clearly caught off guard by his brothers sudden change of topic. "Uh. What?"
Spider brushed some dirt of his chest, then leaned closer, squinting at it. "Whereâd you get that?"
Immediately, his ears folded back in shame.
"I found this on y/nâs desk,â Neteyam murmured eventually, almost too quiet to hear. "Didnât mean to take it. I just⌠I donât know. It was there and I couldnât stop looking at it." He shrugged casually, but the guilt gnawing at his insides made his tail thrash and curl on his lap.
Loâak, biting down a grin, leaned over to peer at it. "Is that pink?" Then he chuckled teasingly, "Did the mighty warrior let himself get distracted over something pretty and pink? Oh eywa, thank you forâ"
"Shut it," Neteyam hissed before he could even finish his speech to the great mother of how thankful he was for this opportunity to tease his older brother. Yeah, he would never hear the end of this, that much was clear.
"Looks like a toy," Spider said, not sounding too confident in his guess as he was still squinting at it. "You think it does something?"
Neteyam shook his head, then shrugged. "I thought you would know. Everything else in her space is so organized. She even has her coffee mug labeled, but not this? Itâs⌠strange, donât you think?"
"It could really be just a toy," Loâak offered. "Maybe it doesnât even have a purpose except for clicking the button."
"A fidget toy," Spider agreed, nodding. "You know how she is, little miss Dr. Workaholic. Makes sense she would need something to fidged with when sheâs stressed or whatever. I think Norm has one of those too."
With a shrug Spider relaxed against the log again, arms crossed behind his head, possibly scanning the area for any unmated women worth flexing his biceps for.
When an outstretched palm appeared right in front of Neteyams nose, he handed the remote over without a word. Loâak took it then, visibly intrigued now that it had earned the title of forbidden object found on the pretty doctorâs desk.
He held it up to the firelight, inspecting it from all sides in the same way Neteyam had done a dozen times by now. Then he slid the heart shaped button all the way up.
Click. Click. Click.
Paused.
Then back down.
Click. Click. Click.
He twisted it around, clicked the button a few more times as if expecting something to happen if only he clicked fast enough, but nothing.
"Maybe itâs broken," Spider offered, standing and stretching until his back popped. "Or maybe youâre both thinking too hard about it. Could be she found it on the ground and just kept it for the color. Girls do that kind of thing, right?"
Loâak raised a brow. "Bro. She also harvests bullets from wounds without flinching. You really think pink plastic is her vibe?"
Spider just shrugs. "Donât ask me, man. Youâre the one playing with it like itâs so special. Just toss it away or better, give it back."
"Iâm not playing," Neteyam said firmly, eyes narrowing.
Spider smirked, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Iâm grabbing something to drink before you two start a full psychological breakdown over a heart-shaped button. You ladies want anything?"
When both Sully brothers shook their heads in unison, he wandered off toward the small basket of fermented fruit drinks where some of the young huntresses stood.
With his focus back on Loâak, he watched him click the slider once more, but a little slower this time, with intent. Then he held it there for several long moments, before he slid it down again. He repeated that same process two or three more times, all while scanning the place for something that would happen.
Neteyam glanced sidelong at his brother. As expected, nothing happened. But still, the corner of Loâaks mouth lifted.
"SoâŚ" Neteyam cleared his throat, "what do you really think it is?"
Again, Loâak looked down at the pink remote between them and then back at his brother, a full blown grin spreading over his face now. Oh, that sxkawng [idiot] definitely knew something.
"Honestly?" The younger one chuckled, then tipped his chin in the direction opposite of the fireplace. "I think you should see for yourself. Watch."
It takes a moment for Neteyam to figure out what exactly heâs supposed to be watching between all the people gathered around the fire, but then he finally spots it. Its unmistakable what his brother was trying to show him.
You.
Itâs you, in your blue skin that makes you look just like one of the people. You, in that loincloth and that top so revealing, he can see the soft outline of your breasts, your pretty nipples shining through the feathers weaved into your top. Your hair full of ornaments in the same color of your eyes and the sparkle of your thanĂŹ [bioluminescence freckles] in the dark.
And then it hits him. That blush on your cheeks thats never been there before, not unless youâve had too much to drink on very rare occasions. Itâs not just on your cheeks though, itâs on your neck too, your tense shoulders and also your chest. When in the corner of his eyes, Neteyam catches Loâaks thumb moving the little button down three clicks, you shoulders immediately slacken and your head drops with relief. Your chest expands again, as if you were just holding your breath.
"What theâŚ"
"Spider wasnât wrong, it is a toy." Loâak casually explained, fidgeting the remote between his fingers. "Just not the one you would expect."
He lazily clicked it once more.
Across the fire, you shifted again, eyes fluttering closed for a second too long. As if something unseen had tugged at your spine. Neteyam watched the exact moment your thighs pressed together, subtle and slow, before you coughed and sat back up.
Something hot curled in Neteyamâs chest and his brows furrowed as he glanced between his brother and you, confusion clearly written all over his face.
"Itâs something the tawtutes [humans] use sometimes, the adults mainly. Itâs called a vibrator. A little device that does, well, that." Loâak half shrugged, then leaned back on his hands like he lived for moments like this. Itâs not often that Neteyam was the clueless one of the two, and he was enjoying every second of it. "It vibrates."
Oh. Neteyam swallowed.
"How do you even know all that?"
"Ah, a gentleman never kiss and tells." His brother shook his head with a wide grin. "Lets just say these things are very popular among their females. Most of them got these toys hidden somewhere and let me tell you, they love to play with them."
Neteyam didnât know much about human things like this. Most of what he knew came from watching the humans from a safe distance. And the tech, sure. The tools, the weapons, the medicine even, that he understood. You and some of the other humans had explained those things in simple, clinical terms that were easy to understand. How they worked, what they were for, where they should go. But this? He had no frame of reference for this little pink thing.
And judging by the way Loâak was grinning at him, all smug and overly confident when he explained it, it must be something your people didnât talk aboutâ not openly and not to people of authority. Like Neteyam. This mustâve been something to discuss solely with the men like Loâak, mischievous and with a filthy mind.
Which only made him feel worse for having taken it. It felt as if he had stepped into a space that wasnât his to enter.
It vibrates, Loâaks words still echoed in his mind.
"It vibrates⌠where exactly?" Neteyam asked, more confused than just mere minutes ago. "And whatâs the remote for?" Nothing had ever intrigued him more than this toy. There were so many questions floating around in his head, too many for him to pester his brother with in just one night.
"Oh I guess our little doctor over there thought it would be fun to use it on her avatar, but she forgot to pack the remote before she left."
"You mean itâŚ"
"Yeah. It controls the vibration. That toy is meant the be inserted, you know. And by the looks of it," click. click. "sheâs wearing it right now."
Great mother help him.
Loâak nudged his brothers side before he could even process his words fully, drawing his attention back to your cowering frame across the fire. Two clicks up on the remote and there was a visible layer of sweat forming on your temples. Your jaw was tight, muscles tense as you sat hunched over your own thighs. Click. Click. And then you exhaled again, blinking rapidly as if you had just been woken up from a daydream. Mustâve been a good one, he thought.
So these were the consequences of his poor choices? Huh. This felt more like a reward than a punishment for stealing something that didnât belong to him. Truthfully, this felt like unfamiliar territory to Neteyam and for the first time, he had no idea how to act nor feel. No idea, if he should let himself enjoy this. Was this even⌠allowed?
Swallowing the salvia pooling in his mouth, Neteyam cleared his throat and turned back to Loâak, "and she has no idea we have the remote?"
"Hm not yet at least." He shrugged in amusement. "She looks pretty confused, so I guess not."
"ThatâsâŚ" Neteyam, despite the warmth blossoming in his lower abdomen, muttered, "itâs wrong."
But even as he said it, the words felt thin and hollow. More like something he was supposed to say, something that had been drilled into him and not something he truly believed in that moment.
Because the truth was already settling like wildfire in his gut and it had nothing to do with right or wrong.
The warmth was there. Not the kind that came from sitting too close to the fire, but the slow, creeping kind that coiled low in his stomach and made him feel restless in his own skin. Every time he remembered the way your body had reacted to the vibrations his brother controlled, how you visibly melted the second Loâak moved that little switch, his mind betrayed him. It filled in the blanks, wondered what you mustâve felt. Wondered what you looked like when you felt it for real, without trying to hide it. Did it feel good? Would it feel better if he was to use the remote?
And most importantly, would you enjoy it more if you knew it was them controlling the toy?
It that made his chest clench with shame.
And worse still:
He liked it. Matter of fact, he was extremely turned on right now. So turned on by these shameful thoughts, enough that his loincloth suddenly felt uncomfortably tight and Neteyam felt the need to shift and discreetly brush a palm over his bulge to relieve some of the pressure.
Besides him, Loâak scoffed. "What? That she doesnât know? Go on and tell her then, mighty warrior."
He was sure his brother wasnât even being sarcastic, not with the way he was looking at you. That glint in his eyes that could only mean trouble. That glint that meant, Loâak mustâve had the same sinful thoughts about this as he had.
"We shouldnâtâ"
"Bro, listen." Loâak cut in. Rolling his eyes, he turned the vibration up three clicks and then waved the remote in front of Neteyams face in demonstration. "You wouldnât let this thing laying around if you wouldnât want others to find it, right? If youâd ask me, finding this remote in the middle of her desk was like an invention. I mean, she knew we were coming over!"
Neteyam hated to admit that, for once, his brother had a point. Hated even more that he found himself agreeing to his nonsense. Now he finally understood how he and Spider had managed to drag themselves into that much trouble during their teenage years. Eywa forgive him.
Staring at his brother, still not fully able to comprehend that he was agreeing with this skxawng [idiot], he found the remote still sat casually in his brotherâs hand. His fingers were tapping idly at its bright pink edges, completely unbothered that the slider âstill set at three clicks upâ hadnât moved. And that meant only one thing: you were still feeling it. Right now. Across the fire. Surrounded by people. With no idea who had control over your precious little toy.
Shifting slightly, Neteyamâs eyes darted toward you and what he saw, made his pulse catch.
You werenât even hiding the way your legs pressed together or how your hands kept fidgeting with the fabric of your loincloth. Something in your gaze, wild and unfocused, flitted across the people surrounding the fire like a hunted animal.
The panic behind your eyes wasnât fear, not really. It was desperation. Urgency. The kind that came from being pushed into the center of attention. And then, as if turning around to see who exactly had pushed you, your eyes landed on them.
The recognition was instant.
Your breath caught. A tremble ran through your shoulders, and your lips parted as if you might speak, but the sound never came. Red bloomed across your cheeks and spread downward, flushing the smooth skin of your neck and disappearing under your top. Neteyam felt his loincloth tighten even more.
Loâak saw you too and, like the fucking idiot he was, he waved! Remote in hand and a big, smug grin on his face.
"Sheâs so cute when sheâs flustered, isnât she?" He sighed almost softly when your entire face changed its color from blue to red. Then, to his surprise, Loâak swiftly moved to stand, righting his loincloth and hair. Expecting his brother to blindly follow his lead, and clearly disappointed Neteyam stayed put, Loâak then urged, "Câmon, bro. Sheâs practically begging for you to come over and play!"
Now it was Neteyamâs turn to chuckle. With one raised brow he asked, "Just me?"
"Keep dreaming." Loâak snorted. "You wouldnât even know what to do without me."
Pushing past the younger one, Neteyam grinned, "Come on then. Letâs pay our favorite doctor a visit."
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Ovulating, as it turns out, is one hell of a curse for the female body.
One minute, youâre cataloguing the blood samples of your latest patients with the steady hands of someone whoâd pulled three double shifts in a row, and the next youâre fanning your face with a patient chart, wondering if itâs actually gotten significantly hotter in here or if your nervous system was staging a mutiny.
Focus? Gone. Brain? Useless. Legs? Wobbly, like they forgot what professional composure is. Perfect. Just what every overworked doctor needs: a biological betrayal before breakfast that makes it nearly impossible for you to concentrate on your work.
And to top it all off? You had left that damn remote on your desk!
The remote that controls a very specific device, which âwhile admittedly a brilliant idea in theoryâ was now starting to feel more like a liability in practice. It was supposed to be⌠well, just a small indulgence. An outlet to blow of some steam and then return to your work. Something to take the edge off, burn through the tension coiled between your shoulders, and let you reset. Five minutes, maybe ten, and youâd be as good as new! That was the plan.
But that was before you stumbled across the huntresses on your way back to snatch the remote from your desk that you had forgotten. Before theyâd pulled you into easy conversation, laughing and chatting. Before they insisted you join them for the evening meal. And before you could have even tried to wring out at least one beautiful orgasm to cleanse your system.
Now you sat by the fire mostly in silence, eyes flickering between the flames and the people around you. The clanâs laughter echoed in your ears, but none of it really stuck. You forced a few polite smiles, a nod here and there. But your mind wasnât here, it was back in your office, circling that silly pink remote.
Thankfully, without the remote the vibrator wasnât even turned on, yet you still felt restless. Aware. Every shift of your body reminded you of that it was there. Not in a way that anyone else could tell, of course not, but in a way that made it impossible for you to forget about it. It pressed uncomfortably against your inner walls, the curve so perfect that it bought you pleasure without even having to turn it on. A persistent, low-grade anticipation buzzed at the edge of your thoughts, turning your calm professionalism into a balancing act.
No one around you had any idea, and yet you couldnât shake the feeling off being watched. Or maybe it was just the shame creeping in, whispering about recklessness and poor timing. You werenât usually this impulsive. Or kinky, for that matter.
You inhaled slowly, then exhaled with purpose, glancing at the path that led back to hells gate. If you left now, if you timed it just right, you could slip away with an excuse about finishing reports or checking in on a patient. Nothing too suspicious.
But just as you began to shift, mentally rehearsing your out, something changed.
A jolt. Subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone else. But you felt it. A soft hum that bloomed low in your core like the flicker of a match. So faint you thought you imagined it. Until it happened again.
Your breath hitched. Spine straightened. Every nerve in your body woke up at once as you realized something crucialâ
Someone had turned the vibrator on!
And thatâs exactly how you found yourself in this situation: trapped and circled like prey, by two of the most handsome apex predators in the whole clan.
Your form by the fire shifts, as if expecting them, but uncertain what to do. The ember glow paints highlights in their braided hair, making their eyes light up in warm golden tones. It makes your breaths come shorter.
"Hello, sevin [pretty]," Neteyam smiled gently at you, almost innocently as he stood before you. Then he leaned over, just a bit closer, as if not wanting anyone to hear. "Mind if we sit with you?"
Before you could manage to respond, Loâak already pressed himself close and casually swung an arm around your shoulders. His warmth made your skin prickle. Itâs nothing new that these two were so casual with you, but there has always been this professional distance. One, that Loâak just casually threw out of the window.
"Whatâs wrong, paskalin [honey]? You look awfully tense tonight." Loâak grinned, cocking his head to the side like a curious puppy.
You canât help the shaking breath that comes out of your lungs, brief as it is. The vibrations are still buzzing through your body, the intensity as uncomfortable as it is pleasurable.
"W-What are you two doing?" You ask, voice quivering and so, so quiet. Too scared to speak up in case a moan might slip out too.
"We?" Loâak gestures between himself and his brother, who had just sat down next to you as well. "Oh nothing. Just trying to enjoy tonightâs vibe, if you get what Iâm saying."
With the same carelessness that made people either love him or want to strangle him, he pulled up the little pink device that was currently responsible for the stiffness in your shoulders. The one, he had so foolishly waved around for the whole clan to see, before they both invited themselves over.
Just as earlier, your eyes snapped to it instantly.
Loâak, all charm and zero shame, held it up between two fingers like a prize heâd won, then passed it to Neteyam with an almost reverent gesture, like he was handing over something sacred. His grin was unrepentant, no apology, not even a hint of hesitation. He looked proud, as if orchestrating your flustered silence had been some kind of performance art.
How did theyâ
"I found this on your desk earlier," Neteyam confessed in a hushed tone, causing your keen ears to twitch. "Took me a while to figure out whatâs it for," he murmured, then glanced up to meet your eyes, "but now I know."
Behind him, your tail gave a subtle flick, not the kind that came with irritation or warning. The tip curled slightly, then relaxed again, betraying your attempt at keeping your composure. If you could just get the remote back, just for a second. Turn off these stupid, wonderful waves that made your lower abdomen constrict around the smooth toy sitting inside of you.
"Y-You do?" You let the words out in a nervous chuckle, while subtle trying to shift your position. It was obvious that the device still whirring on the highest level was making this whole situation impossible difficult for you and you found both of the Sully brothers seemingly unable to peel their eyes off of your struggling form.
"I do," Neteyam smiled, then leaned in a bit more. "Can I be honest with you for a moment?" Quickly, you nodded. "I didnât expect you to be into such dirty tawtute [human] play things. But I like it."
Oh. You swallowed. Was this a dream? Were you dreaming?
You watch his thumb move over the heart shaped button as if testing how it feels, before he slides it down two clicks. A deep sigh leaves your lips at that, but you inhale just as quick and sharp when he slides the button up one click again. Your words come tumbling out in the same breath, rushed and uneven.
"No, Iâm usuallyâ itâs⌠this is actually my first time wearing it outside," you blurt, the explanation coming far too quickly to be anything but an attempt at covering your vulnerability.
Your hands still fidget with the hem of your loincloth, as if you could somehow smooth the honesty out of your voice. But the faint blush that clings to your cheeks, spreading down your neck, betrays the rest of you.
"Your first time?" Neteyam echoed, brows raised in surprise. "How cute."
With your chin nearly touching your chest, you were trying your hardest to hide from both of their eyes boring holes into your face. This whole situation was something straight out of a dream. A horrible, embarrassing wet dream.
"So," Loâak cleared his throat to gain your attention back, "you just wanted to see how long you could last? If you can keep quiet? Or is this your method of stress relief, doc?"
Squirming in your seat, it was obvious to no one but them how much the vibrations were distracting you from forming any coherent response. When both of their tails slowly curled around your own as if keeping you as close as possible, all thoughts suddenly vanished from your mind.
"Iâ uh, uhm." Words, come on. Focus. Itâs not that hard. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to clear your head, then exhale a long breath that comes out as a shaky whimper. "Jesus, give me a second."
Both of them chuckled at that.
"Enlighten us, please." Neteyam encouraged you, brushing a strand of stray hair that had fallen forward back behind your ear. "Weâd love to know."
"I- I donât know." You rushed out, hiding your face in shame by turning away, but with both of them on either side of you, you realized quickly how impossible that was. "I guess I just wanted to⌠try it out. Relief some stress. Itâs exciting and I thought, no I donât know what I thought. I- I didnât even mean to wear it here! Oh god, this was such a stupid ideaâŚ"
Too overwhelmed by their intense gazes and the heat radiating off of them, paired with the low vibrations still torturing all nerve endings of your insides, you quickly covered your face with your hands before they could realize how red youâve gotten in the past couple of seconds.
A hand then slowly curled over your knee, then slides up to your thigh, giving you a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"Itâs not stupid, paskalin." Neteyam coos softly. His hand slides just a bit higher. "You really deserved this, you work so hard all the time. What a shame you couldnât relieve this tension on your own. Donât you think, Loâak?"
"Oh, such a shame." Another hand places itself upon your knee, then slowly slides higher, making your breath hitch. "If you canât do it on your own, what about weâll help you out a little, hm? Trust me, weâre experts when it comes to stress relief."
Carefully, you lower your hands from your face to peak up at them. Both brothers were staring you down like you were nothing but a delicious piece of candy, waiting to be devoured. It made you feel strangely hot under your skin.
When you began to squirm once more, you finally realized how soaked your loincloth had become over the past few minutes. You were so wet, it was starting to squelch between your thighs if you pressed them too hard together and you prayed none of them could hear.
The effect these two had on you was truly something you hadnât anticipated. Not in a million years you wouldâve thought that the two warriors who spent most of their days bickering, sparring and diving headfirst into trouble, could unravel you with nothing but a glance, a shared look and a shift in tone. The weight of their attention alone felt like a hand curled around your throat, and one around your hip, bending you in position for them.
You werenât stupid. You knew they both had a certain charm, different, but equally as dangerous.
Loâak wore his like a badge, loud and visible and impossible to ignore. He was bold not just in the way he spoke, but in the way he did everything else, all smirks and never ending confidence. He flirted like it was second nature to him: recklessly, constantly and with zero regard for consequences. He knew how to get under peoples skin and it was clear to anyone with eyes that this was what he loved to do most.
Neteyam, though⌠Neteyam was something else entirely. He didnât chase attentionâ he commanded it. His charm crept up on you, quietly and slow, like the press of a steady hand at your lower back. He watched more than he spoke, but when he did speak, his words would replay in your head for hours while you were trying to fall asleep. You could never tell if he was just being kind, or careful, or was downright flirting.
And maybe thatâs what made them so dangerous: not just how they made you feel individually, but how they fed off each other when they were together. Loâak lit the spark and Neteyam fanned the flame. You had seen this happen way too many times before. But youâve never thought youâd be lucky enough to be able to experience this first hand. To be at their center of attention.
Slowly, you pealed your eyes open inch by inch. What greeted you, was the pink remote right in front of your face. It was in such plain sight for everyone to see, red hot embarrassment shot up your spine and instinctively, you reached out for it. Too slow however, because Loâak quickly snatched it away from your greedy hands.
"Nu-uh, where would be the fun it that?" He chuckled, holding the device just out of your reach. "We will keep this for you, baby. You just sit there and be pretty, while we help you relieve that stress. And if youâre good for us and stay quiet, youâre not only getting it back, but weâll make sure to reward you. Sounds good, right?"
You blink, dumbfounded. "RewardâŚme?"
The brothers share a look. It was one of those silent, brotherly exchanges, the kind that said 'weâve already decided, but weâre enjoying this far too much to stop now.' And you, supposed genius with a dozen degrees and more certifications than either of them could probably name, could only sit there like a deer caught in headlights.
Apparently, all it took to knock you off your pedestal was a pair of troublemakers, this stupid toy still whirring inside of you and a very inopportune moment of hormonal vulnerability.
How utterly humbling.
"Oh, you know." Neteyam shrugged casually, then leaned over until he was close enough that his lips brushed your sensitive ear as he whispered, "Both of us."
"Both of⌠you," you repeated the words slowly, as if trying to understand what they could possibly mean. You knew. Damn, you knew exactly what they meant. Your brain was just working too damn slow, too overwhelmed at the moment to proceed them properly, so you just sat there with your mouth agape, until Neteyam tipped your chin up with a slender finger.
"Youâre a smart girl, arenât you? Youâll figure it out."
His nose brushed your cheek in a brief nuzzle, before he leaned back to admire you once more. However, before you could even manage to think of a response, a sudden jolt of pleasure shook through your core in such a violent way, you nearly let out a loud, wanton moan.
Biting down on your lower lip prevented that from happening, although a whimper escaped anyway.
Glancing to your right, your gaze immediately lands on Loâaks hand âor better, to his thumb that had moved the heart shaped slider all the way up to the highest setting. Various filthy curses shoot through your head like lightning, but you swallowed them down. Your toes curl and you want to bend over and moan for how good it feels.
"You look so pretty when you enjoy yourself," Loâak grins, then winks at you when your eyes meet. "Donât be shy, tell us how it feels, paskalin [honey]."
Itâs nearly impossible. You stumble over words, over thoughts, over the urge to crawl onto his lap and ride his cock until you were both spent and exhausted, grinning like you were insane at the shocked response of your unwilling audience. Jesus Christ, where were these sudden thoughts even coming from?
"G-Good," you finally manage to force out, thighs pressing together hard enough to hurt. But all it does is shove the vibrator deeper inside your channel, nearly making your eyes cross.
Thankfully, the toy stops soon enough, and you feel like youâre about to melt into a puddle on the floor. Already, you were panting, shuddering and repeatedly wetting your lips with your tongue. There was no way in hell you would last for more than five minutes of this torture.
"Just good?" Neteyam shakes his head as if disappointed in his brother, before he takes the remote from Loâaks hand. "Weâll have to change that, donât you think? Just good doesnât really suit you. We will need a lot more to relief all that stress."
Beside him, Loâak smirks, arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, doc. You always shoot for excellent in the lab. Donât tell me youâre suddenly satisfied with just average."
You open your mouth, then close it again. Honestly, what were you supposed to say? There were words in your brain somewhere, smart ones probably, but they were jumbled up beneath the weight of your embarrassment. Your ears burned. Your tail twitched in a way that could only be described as nervy, but it was unable to move freely with both of their tails still curled around yours.
Those tails, you desperately wished to feel elsewhere. Around your throat would be a start. Or sliding between your lips, teasing your clit. Using them to keep your hands pinned behind your back while they were using you like their personal fleshlight. Your clit gave a needy throb at that.
Then it was Neteyams turn to play with the remote.
Click.
Unlike his brother, he was starting of slow. Gentle waves of pleasure began rolling through your core once more, warming your insides. Your toes curled and your breathing turned quicker. Lips pressed together to a thin line, you let a quiet hum escape as your eyes fluttered closed. It was a comfortable, subtle kind of pleasure. Not quite enough to get you there, but it was enjoyable.
Click.
Oh! This was different.
This time, it was significantly harder to hold back a moan. You even jumped a little when the vibrations turned up, but managed to keep your composure after exhaling a deep, shaking breath.
"And howâs that, sevin? [pretty]" Neteyam asked under his breath. "Thatâ feel good too?"
"Hmh, y-yes," you whispered, "Fuck, I- I donât know if I can keep quiet like that."
"You can," he reassured you with a voice so deep it made the hair in the nape of your neck raise. "Youâre being such a good girl for us, I know you can hold all these pretty sounds in. Just focus."
After just mere seconds you began restlessly shifting from side to side, squirming as the pleasure reached a point that was dangerously close to your peak. The vibrator inside you sat just right, pressed against your sweet spot. Itâs tip was shoved so deep inside from all the movement that it tickled your cervix. It was just right, just perfect and so, so good.
"I think sheâs about to come soon," Loâak said besides you, his hand squeezing the pillowy flesh of your thigh in anticipation. You could feel it in the tips of his fingers how bad he wanted to slide your loincloth to the side and just feel how close you really were. "Keep it down, baby, just like that. Remember what we told you."
"Iâm fucking trying," you cursed with your teeth clenched together hard enough it almost hurt. Their snickering only made the humiliating part about this so much worse. Yet at the same time, it made goosebumps raise all over your skin. Who wouldâve thought youâd be into this sort of thing?
Your inner muscles constricted around the toy, walls fluttering. More arousal was pooling out of you like a stream, wetting your underwear and loincloth and probably even the piece of wood you sat on.
You loved their hands on you, so subtle no one seemed to notice, yet you were still in public and anyone who would glance at the three of you might realize what was going on in this moment. A shudder runs through you at the very thought of getting caught playing around with the handsome sons of the oloâeyktan. So naughty and so very forbidden for a dreamwalker. All the unmated naâvi women in the clan were probably cursing your name in this moment.
"You smell so good when youâre close," Neteyam said lowly in your ear just as your hips involuntarily began to twitch and your back arched ever so slightly. "I wonder what you might taste like, paskalin [honey]."
You were about ready to spread your thighs and let him get a taste right here, right now.
Needy as you were, you whimpered pathetically under your breath. His words were enough to sent a jolt of electricity through your spine. Not the kind that made you recoil, but the kind that left your lungs tightening and your thoughts spiraling into places they absolutely shouldnât be going with this many people still around.
Your fingers curled tightly around the fabric of your loincloth, nerves coiling like springs in your palms. So close. So damn close, all you needed wasâ
"Uh-Oh," Loâakâs voice cut through the quiet tension like a sharp blade, causing your eyes to snap open. "Spiderâs coming over."
You could practically hear the awkward scramble of composure clattering into place like a knocked-over stack of med supplies.
Neteyamâs hand slipped back to his side, the remote disappearing into his palm and behind his back with a practiced ease that made your stomach flip for entirely different reasons. The glimmer in Loâakâs eyes didnât dim, though. If anything, the approaching interruption only seemed to amuse him more. He appeared even more casual than before. These situations were really second nature to him. Unlike you, who were about to hyperventilate from nerves.
"Relax," Neteyam murmured with a reassuring smile. For a moment, you sighed in relief when the familiar click, click of the remote informed you that he had reduced the intensity of the vibration. But as you waited for the final click to turn it off entirely, Loâak just leaned in to whisper, "be good for us and stay quiet, yes?"
And thatâs when you realized, that final click would never come. They werenât planning to turn it off. In fact, they werenât even planning to stop.
Clearly caught off guard by this, you still managed to clear your throat. Face still warm, your smile far too tight, you shifted in place and attempted to look as normal as possible. As if your pulse hadnât just spiked dangerously from a few simple words and a subtle press of a button.
"Supâ." Spider, blissfully oblivious, flopped down on the log in front of you with a grunt. "What did I miss?"
"Not much," Loâak replied, casual as ever. Spiderâs brow furrowed slightly as he glanced between the three of you. The smell of sex and pheromones in the air mustâve been unmistakably for a naâvi sitting this close to you. For a human however, it mustâve been close to nothing. Thank god for small mercies.
"So? That weird remote thing. Did you uh⌠give it back?"
There was a brief pause. A glance passed between the Sully brothers, quick and silent. Neteyamâs jaw twitched, but he didnât say anything. Loâak, the faster liar of the two, leaned back on his palms and scoffed lightly.
"Oh, that. Yeah," he said, tossing a glance at you, squashed in the middle between them like it was no big deal. "Turns out it wasnât what we thought. Just a busted old clicker for some projector thing, right y/n? Pretty boring."
Spider narrowed his eyes, "Really?"
"Yep," Loâak said easily, but the tilt in his voice was just a little too playful, the grin tugging at his lips too smug to be convincing. He didnât even bother hiding it.
And then, to your sheer horror, the sound of a click made goosebumps raise all over your skin. With your brows drawn together as if you might beg for mercy at given second, you slowly turned your head in Neteyams direction.
But Neteyam only smiles at you, warm and gentle, yet you know, deep down thereâs something mischievous behind it. Something that does make them brothers after all, no matter how different they might appear. And with a hand still behind his back, Neteyam turns the vibrator up.
Shuddering, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as discreetly as you could manage. It takes every ounce of your strength to not start moaning like an animal in heat from the way your inner walls shook with the toy whirring to life inside of you.
Completely obvious to the silent torture you were going through, Spider still eyed Loâak suspiciously for another beat, before huffing and leaning forward, grabbing a roasted nut from a shared bowl near the fire.
"Anyway," Loâak said, quickly clearing his throat to hide his chuckle, "howâd it go with that one huntress you were talking to earlier?"
Immediately, Spider perked up, a lopsided grin blooming across his face. "Oh, you mean Aleâka?" He gave a sheepish shrug. "I think I made some progress. She didnât walk away this time, so Iâm counting that as a win. And then she alsoâŚ"
Oh, for fucks sake Spiderâ leave! Please!
As Spider launched into his story with the enthusiasm of someone who had no fucking clue that they were completely unwanted in this very situation, you couldnât even pretend to pay attention to him. Just like Loâak, who you could tell was only half-listening to his human friend.
His grin deepened every time your gaze wavered, which only made your stomach flip harder. You felt his eyes on you, even as you tried your hardest to focus on yourself, on keeping your composure, keeping quiet.
But when you, more or less, accidentally glanced up at him again, you caught sight of a subtle, unspoken communication that passed between the brothers in a blink. Loâak tipped his chin up at Neteyam, and Neteyamâs posture shifted ever so slightly in response.
You swallowed. Oh god, please noâ Click.
This time, you almost fell forward for real. The vibrations werenât only stronger now that Neteyam had turned the toy up to its fullest potential, but they were also pulsing, throbbing in perfect sync with your poor clit preparing for an incoming orgasm. Your whole body tenses and shudders.
Pressing your chin to your chest, you try your damn hardest to breathe steady, to breathe quietly, but the fucking hellish thing is pressed so tightly and perfectly against your sweet spot that itâs no use. Every fucking second feels like torture and itâs so good. Itâs way too fucking good. Perfect, actually. Youâve never hit the spot so good before when you were on your own.
Your heart was racing, threatening to thump right out of your chest as you arched, squirmed, writhed as subtly as humanly possible while the toy inside of you kept going without mercy.
Vaguely, youâre aware of Spider talking casually with a very unimpressed Loâak, and when you dare to look up, you see Neteyam purposefully making a show of circling the heart shaped button with the pad of his thumb. God, you wanted him to do this elsewhere. Right now it wouldnât even matter if youâre in public or not, you just needed these hands on you.
Distinctly, you wondered if they would mind their human friend watching at all. Would they let him watch as they devoured you? Would they let Spider watch as you rode them, spread your thighs wider, bend forward and let the other one fill you out as well? Would they enjoy showing you off, praising you for taking them at the same time? Would theyâ
When Loâak barks out a laugh, you nearly flinch from being so on edge, so lost in the thought of falling apart for them, over and over again. Giving your body to them whenever they see fit, whenever you needed to relief stress. "Man, youâre setting the bar so low, itâs underground," Loâak laughs at his friend.
"Hey," Spider defends, pointing at him. "Small victories, alright? You try flirting with someone who could knock your head off with a single punch. Not that I would complain!"
Neteyam chuckles, then uses the moment of their heated conversation to move closer to you. One of his hands, the one not controlling your toy, reaches behind to steady him when he casually leans back. But you know thatâs not the reason he has moved at all. You feel his hand on your tail, caressing the soft curve, squeezing the base. Itâs all happening in the privacy behind your back, with Spider still clueless about whatâs happening right in front of him.
During it all, you somehow manage to stay unnaturally still and oddly quiet, suddenly fascinated with the flames flickering in front of you, the fabric of your clothes, the dirt under your nails from picking at the log. Everything that wasnât the conversation happening in front of you, Neteyams hands and Loâaks eyes flicking over to your trembling frame, waiting and wanting to see you fall apart.
At this point, you didnât know if they even wanted to see you behave or if they really wanted you to fail. If they were just waiting for you to make a sound and reveal what was actually happening here. Make the whole clan watch as you come with their names on your lips.
You could feel Spider watching you now, his gaze curious, maybe even suspicious. Your hands were folded too tightly in your lap, legs crossed like you were holding yourself together with sheer force of will. Biting your lip harder, you didnât even dare exhale right now. Every innocent breath could betray you, you were damn near ready to burst like a bubble from all the pressure of trying to hold it together. All the pleasure wanting to escape in sounds, cries and screams and maybe even tears because of how damn good it felt.
There were beads of sweat on your forehead and you could feel your face burning up, which meant that every inch of your skin had to be tinted an angry red. By now you were trembling and your hands were opening and closing aimlessly as you were breathing hard through your nose, wishing you could just spread your thighs and let go, but thenâ
Click.
Neteyam presses his thumb on the heart shaped button again and slides it down. And now you donât know whatâs worse. The vibrations stop pulsing and instead become one drawn-out, steady line of torture once more. Honestly, youâre not even sure how you manage to not moan or scream or how youâre even still sitting here when all you want to do is to get on all-fours for Loâak or Neteyam or preferably both, even with all these people around. Fuck it, youâd even include their friend if it would make them both happy.
"You alright?" Spider asks eventually and every muscle in your body goes rigid when six pair of eyes suddenly land on you.
No, you idiot. Iâm about to câ
Neteyams hand squeezes the base of your tail hard, but not painful. Still, itâs enough to make you jump. Now the toy pushes against your walls at a new angle, vibrating against your g-spot at full intensity and full force. Youâre vision is clouding and light is bursting behind your eyes. Your throat hurts from ragged breaths and trying to keep it all down.
In a desperate attempt to keep in your whimpers, you nearly pass out from holding your breath. But it's just so difficult at this point, it's been going on for so long. Youâre so wet and everything throbs and aches, your inner walls constrict around the vibrator, eager to be properly filled. Youâre torn between wanting to come, finally having that release slam through your body, or letting this feeling of pleasureembarassementwantpleasure continue to wash over you, fogging your mind and getting lost in it.
Right now, youâre feeling pretty fucking stupid for having ever agreed to this. On the other hand, youâre kind of committed yourself at this point, and, well, at the end of the day you are definitely the kind of stubborn woman whoâs not going to quit now. You just wished that telling yourself that was actually helping.
On your other side, Loâak is leaning against your shoulder, a hand to your thigh. He grins at you andâ click.
Itâs blindingly, deafeningly good. When you finally come, all you can do is tense up and hold your head down. You hold it in until you physically canât anymore, then breath out through your nose in one deep exhale. Squeezing your thighs together as hard as you can, you feel the wetness smearing between them as your liquid arousal seeps through the fabric of your underwear. Itâs so filthy that you canât help but shudder.
There is so much pleasure trying to burst out of you like a firework that it whites out your nerves, leaves you stunned and nearly sensationless for a very long moment, before everything comes singing back. Youâre still not entirely sure your body's all in one piece, vision fractured and limbs leaden, when you finally notice that your ears are ringing.
Click. Click. Click.
Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when the intense whirring of the vibrator finally stops and you donât know whether to curse or praise the damn thing. Fucking hell, youâve never had an orgasm this intense before. Youâve also never been edged this way, nor for so long.
With another heavy sigh, all tension suddenly melts out of you, your trembling muscles finally give in under their constant pressure and you nearly fall face first to the ground âif it werenât for Loâak catching you last second. Everything still pulses and your poor clit feels swollen and neglected as it rubs against your soaking wet underwear. Thereâs a sudden urge to strip naked and just lay down to let the Sully brothers take care of you in their own way, but the sound of Spiders worry filled voice makes you decide against it.
"Y/N?"
The mewl that tumbles from your lips is quiet, but youâre sure Loâak and Neteyam must have heard it.
"Yeaah, you know how humans are," Loâak chuckles over your head as he tucks you under his chin. "She just had too much to drink."
"Sheâll be fine," Neteyam adds, immediately waving off any questions that might sit on Spiders tongue, "but itâs probably best weâll take her home now."
"Oh uh, yeah of course," the human nods, albeit slightly perplexed when both brothers immediately move to stand, with Loâak supporting your weight with an arm around your waist and Neteyam with a hand on your lower back.
"Donât worry, weâre going to take reaal good care of you, doc," Loâak smiled. Then quietly, he adds, "Just as we promised."
Together, they lead you away from the fireplace, away from the clan and any unwanted attention. But also away from the only familiar path in the forest that you know of: The one that leads you home.
"UhmâŚ" You hesitantly lick your lips, still raw from biting down too hard on them to muffle your moans. "The labs are the other way."
"The labs?" Neteyam echoes, then smiles gently at you. "Oh, sweet girl, weâre not going back to hells gate. Too many people."
You slowed your pace, or at least, you tried to. But with both of their hands on your back, urging you to continue walking, it was nearly impossible. Not to mention, if it werenât for them, your wobbly legs wouldnât even be able to carry you this far.
"Then where are we going?" You arched a brow as you looked up at either of them. They didnât miss the way your voice dipped with uncertainty.
"As much as we enjoyed playing like thisâŚ," Neteyam begins. His hand brushes lightly against your lower back, fingertips playing with the edge of your waistband as he exchanges a knowing look with his brother over your head.
"What comes now," Loâak then continued with a sly grin, "is only for us to witness."
in the first movie, he used to be so sassy and honestly i live for pervy unhinged jake sully- considering doing a dilf version of this axbsxgtx
you can't deny how jake makes you feel. when you're around him, its like a fire is burning through you. unconciously becoming less serious and more playful. perfectly matching his energy. thats how it had been when he was human. but now, the avatar that sat on the lowered lab table behind you was twice as cocky.
constantly flirting, touching carefully here and there. because when he realises how your heartbeat races or that disgustingly sweet smell between your clothed legs that he gets a faint whiff of secretly, jake is determined to break your act.Â
whispering dirty jokes meant for your ears only, and smiling lazily when you turn around to shoot him a scandalised look. oh but its cute how you don't even know he can smell your cunt getting wet.
"jake can you behave yourself for once!" you glare at him, bending down to jot down a few blood test results of his, in your book. heat building up in your lower stomach when you feel something brush past your ankle. and you look down to see the blue tail. watching as it curls around your knee. and you sigh. blinking furiously as it climbs higher and higher until its tightening around your upper thigh. dangerously close to your core.
"j-jake" you mumble, his tail tugging you lightly. and you stumble behind, finally turning around. his face so close to yours. and his massive thighs cage you in. keeping you locked. "you keep saying my name like that and i'll make sure its the only thing you'll remember, baby" ah the nickname. its got you weak in the knees. struggling to look him in the eye. and his hand dwarfs your face as he makes you gaze up at him.
"...you know i'm curious about something" he whispers, scooching closer off the table. and you hum softly. bringing your hand up to push the stray pieces of hair away from his face.
"you said you'd tell me..." the avatar drawls out, mindlessly mimicking your action. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so gently. "about what?" pursing your lips with a soft smile. hands pawing at the hem of his shirt temptedly. and jake turns his head. pulling up the thick braid between the two of you.
"...this" and his pupils dilate as the pink tendrils move around at the base. "last time you told me not to touch it...oh but i touched it and..." jake whispers, tail still curled around your thigh. tilting his head seductively. "fuck...it felt so good" he moans in your ear. "went straight to my...y'know" shifting your gaze to his lap with a firm hand. and you hate how you begin to imagine how big he is under those ridiculously large tailored shorts.
"...you gonna run some physical tests on that?" hissing as you blow some air on the curious exposed tendrils. he shudders. "...put those pretty hands on me, baby" and you let out a small noise. "what if you use your tongue..lick all over it and watch me come undone" his nose nuzzling against your chin.
"i-i don't know if that's safe to do" and jake shushes you. "don't care..play with me all you want...touch these freaky things and...f-fuck don't you wanna see how it goes straight to my dick?" the avatar teases, smirking triumphantly when he smells you stronger. "jake! shut up" you mumble. cheeks burning up.
"its so big and thick, it glows if i touch these...a perfect observation to add to your little research book" and you weakly smack his shoulder. watching the bulge in his pants grow. shivering as his free hand rubs at your waist. and you can't hold back anymore.
"i want you.." voice coming out so soft. but his ears twitch. you're aching for him. he knows it. and his tail creeps higher. grinning with that lovestruck twinkle in his eyes. "yeah, baby? i want you too..so fucking bad"
you can't convince me otherwise that jake would be so protective and possessive of you.
whenever you find yourself walking into unknown territory, jake's wide hand rests reassuringly on your lower back. guiding you alongside him.
you've noticed the not-so-subtle flick of his ears when he sees other curious na'vi men and women approaching you and taking an interest in learning humans. or when you seem to be getting along well with another. its endearing to see the warrior masking his poorly hidden possessiveness.
seating himself beside you like he's simply joining the conversation. when in reality you know he's making sure the younger men keep their distance and fascination at bay. cause he wouldn't ever want them to make comments about you being human and then seeing you upset.
"hey baby" he lets out, nudging his face against your cheek, purring softly before he sits down. silently admiring you. and its the way he actually listens and remembers every little thing you say. turning all his attention to you. eyes glued to your sweet focused face. his tail curling around your ankle.
and he loves how you don't realise his scent is all over your skin. intoxicating and it screams 'she's my mate'. he scents you at any chance when you're his lap or anywhere else. so strong that any na'vi knows you're his. and he's always looming beside you. standing so tall and protective. giving you that sense of safety and affection.
human/avatar!jake sully x fem!human/avatar!reader . . .á
jake sully loves nothing more than to rage bait you, and being in a 9 ft alien body just makes it better.
âşË â¸â¸ warnings/tags: human!jake (he needs a tag for himself), annoying jake sully, fluff, flirting, suggestiveness, pining, i use lot of dog metaphors idk why??, walk him like a dog reader ig, puppy love (see? i like dogs ok), little shit jake sully, he's obsessed w you. always 18+ only.
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divider credit: @uzmacchiato
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jake sully was a menace. you were almost certain the purpose of his sole existence was to irritate and rage bait you.
most days it was before you even linked up into your avatars.
you always woke up first, heading to the lab to get some research done, writing down what pandoran flora you were out to look for today. usually norm and grace would slowly pile into the room, one or the other forced to wake up jake by the time it was almost nine. lately, however, jake took it upon himself to set his alarm for six thirty; a solid thirty minutes after you woke up, and thirty minutes before grace and norm trudged out. prime bothering you time. heâd prefer longer, but couldnât bring himself to get out of bed and match your absurdity.
the low whine of his wheelchair along the floor of the biolab corridor never failed to alert his presence. he never announced himself like a normal person would, at least audibly. it was always you standing in front of your desk and the sudden thunk thunk of the front of his wheelchair kissing your ankles. once, twice, maybe three times if you didnât fall on your ass or screech with a glare over your shoulder.
it was usually a fall on your ass type of situation. that was jakeâs favorite.
âouch! move, dickhead!â you hissed from the floor, arm swinging out to hit whatever you could find in the plummet, failing to enact revenge.
jake only looked down from above, a cheshire grin, a quick âah!â as he dodged your hit between joyous laughter that didnât belong at six in the morning.
âmorninâ doc.â he smugly spoke, proud of himself. a quick turn around in his wheelchair and he was off to grab coffee and whatever else he could bug you with.
pulling yourself up from the ground, you grumbled and tried your hardest to stay annoyed while you watched him roll to the other side of the room. but truthfully, youâd been glancing at the clock and waiting eagerly for his arrival. it was impossible to admit that to yourself, though.
usually, with anyone else, jake would feel at least a twinge of guilt at kicking their feet out from under them. but anyone else looked at him like a poor cripple who needed his hand held. you didnât.
it was refreshing the way you took one look at him the first dayâat his eyes, not just fleetingly over his legsâand threw a crumbled up paper at the side of his head, making grace and himself swivel to look over at you. there you were, hands flat and leaning forward on a desk, beaming with the prettiest smile heâd ever seen; like a lighthouse beacon, and he was the one out at sea, following the rays to get to shore. âjake, right? your avatarâs better lookinâ than you!â youâd shouted.
the smile on his face was instant, a quick âoh yeah?â and even quicker retort. âyou one of the scientists that play in the dirt with worms?â heâd shout over, and you threw your head back laughing, earning an eye roll from norm.
so, he decided you could handle it. he roughed you up the same way you gave him shit. gently, of course; he knew youâd get up and brush it off, the same way you knew he didnât need help climbing out of the pod, or an extra hand when his wheel caught and he tipped over (you did try once and he swore at you, which tickled you enough to dissolve all concern and laugh at him). in the back of his mind, it was like a reminder to you that he could still be rowdy, that you didnât have to look at him as a scarred vet. you could just see him as jake, who held his own and sized up against you, even if he was a few heads below. he had to reaffirm his independence if he wanted to shoot his shot, too.
although, the first time he knocked your ankles was an accident and he thought about it all day, face in a pathetic frown every time you looked over. it took reassurance from you that you didnât care, your ass was firm enough to cushion your landing, youâd said. he snorted and accepted it, and the sleazy part of him risked a glance to make sure you were accurate in that statement when you walked awayâand then he felt bad again, but still struggled to tear his eyes away from your ass. fortunately you were right.
things fell into a rhythm almost instantly. jake teasing you around every corner, you swatting his head and giving it right back. leaning on each other in the unique way of poking and prodding was a comfort. you learned early that threatening to run his chair battery down to zero only spurred whatever daredevil he had inside him. it would earn you a mischievous grin, like being stranded at your mercy was a gift and not a punishment. a constant in the state of chaos that was this new alien world of pandora.
jake wasnât all roughhousing though. some days heâd greet you nice, like heâd woken up to flower petals and candles leading straight to you, and you were on a bed in the middle of rose petals shaped into a heart. except the bed was your desk and you were nose deep in a book.
in suave jake fashion, heâd roll up to the high partition, resting his forearms casually on the top edge. âmorning sunshine. whatâs the plan for today?â his words always biting in the perfect way, underlined with some fraction of truth. it was also an ode to how he saw you, so elevated that he considered you the one to run the showâor at least the jake showâas if graceâs say so wasnât what lead his decisions for the day, but rather you. would he follow you into the forest as you and the other two scanned plants? would he trail after you during strength training? or would he have to bare the cold, hard world of pandora alone without his leash attached to your grip?
you didnât need to glance up to know he was grinning, but you did anyways to make your day worse. his smile was wide and boyish, eyes crinkling, lopsided; far too ecstatic like he was genuinely excited to be in your orbit. it clenched at your stomach, and it almost pained you that you didnât have himâit was unknown to you that if you said just that, heâd be yours in a second. the frown on your face was accidental.
âcâmon, you still acting like you hate having me around?â jake pressed a bit, arms flexing as he rested his chin on them. one reached out, patronizingly taking the fat of your cheek between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it. âpitiful.â he teased, emphasizing it with a gentle shake.
you didnât slap his hand away, and it allowed him far more time than usual to linger. it was only a couple seconds, but he took the chance to do damage. jakeâs thumb traced up your cheekbone, heel of his palm sliding along your skin as he reached for a new destination. his fingers ducked under the drape of your hair, gently pinching and tugging at your earlobe, something annoying and intimate and surprising he could do.
âiâm tying you to a log and frying you on a fire, thatâs the plan.â you grumbled. finally, you slapped his hand away, and jake beamed.
âoh yeah? tying people up, huh? knew you were mean, but thatâs a new low. that something you partake in on your free timeâ?â jakeâs endless quips faded as you got up to walk across the room.
âno, just your annoying ass.â you cut him off, looking back at him flatly.
âah, so iâm special? or itâs because iâm in a wheelchair!â he shouted, brows raised in challenge, going on and on. as soon as you spoke a word to him it was like a dog who got a bone, gnawing and chewing it as fast and hard as he could.
then youâd link up, and heâd go rabid.
jakeâs personality was big to make up for whatever he thought he lacked, which in your professional opinion wasnât muchâmaybe a haircut and an attitude adjustment. but once he was in his avatar, the body matched the aforementioned attitude. he became nine feet of lean muscle and lithe limbs, broad shoulders that filled out the whatever shirt he was forced to squeeze into, a stride that ate up the ground like he was meant to. whatever confidence he had before was amped up tenfold, but jake was still humble enough that it seemed like maybe this was how he was meant to be all along.
when jake first linked up it was like everything finally made sense to him. the body he was in was foreign, sure, but it never felt more his. that was clear as day to you when you first saw him in his avatar.
youâd heard a new avatar escaped from the medical center, running ramped and unable to be reeled in. you also knew jake and norm were two of the new ones linking up today, and the last time you saw norm break the rules was when he stole a pen, guiltily replacing it with four moreâso it mustâve been jake.
you spotted him in the clearing, still clad in his hospital gown and looking around like he was in disbelief. he was huge, and not just naâvi huge, but genetic anomaly in a tube huge. most likely a fair foot half foot above an omaâticayan. you knew heâd get a kick out of that when he saw youâhim nine foot five, you eight eleven.
the irony of jake being in a new body was that he looked⌠right. it wasnât because he was different nowâno, jake was perfect as he was brought to you in the space craft, and it didnât matter if he was leaning close over a desk or standing tall in a blue body. you didnât see a change in human jake and avatar jake, not really. he was still the man who kicked your ankles for attention. itâs just that⌠his muscles were more relaxed than youâd ever seen them, his chin was held high and his eyes were closed in reverence like he was feeling the breeze for the first time. you realized then how much more comfortable he must have been in regaining his legs, but there was something else entirely too.
it was like the man inside hellâs gate, sitting in the pod, had been a glitch, and this was the real jake sully.
then he saw you. approaching him from the trees where youâd been digging around for worms, or so he called it. for one heartbeat, the cocky marine vanished. his eyes widened, golden irises dilating, and his breath caught audibly in his chest. you were tall, almost as tall as him but not quite, the same shade of blue, shorts and a tank top showing off your striped stomach, and your tailâa tailâwas whipping behind you in amusement.
jake stared like you were the first living thing heâd ever truly seen. the way your hair was half up and pinned back by a flower species heâd never seen, the subtle shift of muscle in your strong legs as you walked, the quiet confidence like youâd always been in this body. you still had your core features in some way, structure mostly the same, high cheekbones, a bit more feline, and oddly enough the same eyes, even if they were a different color. this was still you, just you in blue, and it was merely a second skin to call your own; and you looked just as destined to be planted here as he was.
something raw had flickered across his face, wonder, gratitude, a flicker of thank fuck i get to see this. it hit him all at once, standing almost eye to eye with you now as you finally approached, that this random scientist girl he happened to be stuck on an alien planet with was worth every shitty day back on earth.
then he blinked when he realized youâd said something and shook his head, snapping himself out of it.
âyou escaped.â you said simply, easy smile adorning your faceâthat smile, you still had it in this new body.
jake took a beat to find his words, glancing around as a violet blush creeped up his cheeks. in order to converse with you jake had to physically dip his chin down just a tad, barely, but it was something he hadnât done in a while since he had his legs on earth. he decided he liked being bigger than you, even if it meant both of you had to be eight to nine feet tall.
âwell, i had to find you, even if it meant being an escaped patient.â he managed to muster up a coherent sentence. it was a joke, but the way he looked at you made it seem like there was no humor behind it.
a soft giggle left you and jake beamed, like you recharged his battery, his usual wolfish grin now having canines. âbut i do have to say,â he began, the lilt of smugness in his voice making you see the human version of himself as he looked you up and down, âdamn, doc. you clean up nice.â
it was almost comical, the ogling and exaggerated words, but if any other jarhead on the base spoke to you like that youâd punch them. you didnât think too hard about what that meant. âoh, how charming.â monotonously you spoke and rolled your now golden eyes. long arms crossed and your hip subtly stuck out at the new distribution of weight, and jakeâs eyes followed.
âno, seriously,â he began, walking around you in a slow circle, and it was your turn to blush. âthis is unfair.â he gestured vaguely to all of you, grin widening. âhow am i supposed to go on missions when youâre looking like that?â
now you wanted to slap him a bit, his cocky side rearing its head. it was hard to not like his eyes on you though, and youâd internally just checked him out nearly the same way; jake was just stupid enough to do it audibly.
you swatted at his arm that reached out to curiously swirl a lock of your hair around his finger. âfocus on not tripping over your giant feet.â
jake laughed, bright and unrestrained, and caught your wrist mid swat, not rough, just firm enough to hold you there for a second while his thumb thoughtfully ran along your wrist. his new reflexes surprised you both, but he didnât falter. your gaze flicked between him and his hold on you, lips parting in bashfulness.
âyouâre the same as me. admit it,â he spoke, releasing your hand, âyou like being big ân tall. gives you ideas, huh? bossing me around.â jake finished, bent to the side a bit in his swagger, unused to the new stature. his words came off as banter, ever the pro at masking what was underneath. his tongue poked his cheek as he assed the damage you could doâthe damage heâd let you do. jake was still bigger, he reveled.
âi already boss you around,â you said matter of factly, stepping closer. it was your turn to touch, picking up his arm in the air and letting it fall like a fish, slapping his side. âand i could probably beat you up too if you donât put on some muscle, so watch your mouth.â
comments like that lit a fire in jake, your mean teasing pushing him to poke the bear even more. cheeks flaring in that violet blush, he didnât dare look away. it was like he wanted you to see, to notice how much fun he was having, how you could still bounce back and forth even in these bodies.
with the attention span of a toddler, jake moved on quick. his eyes spotted the flower in the back of your hair as you looked over your shoulder, hearing two other avatarâs playing basketball at the court nearby.
âwhatâs that flower?â he asked, reaching up to stroke a petal. his hand fell when you turned back with your brows lifted cutely. âin your hair,â he mimicked, finger pointing at his own head. ânever seen it before.â
âoh!â you reached back and pulled it out of your hair. holding it between you, jake watched you swirl it back and forth by the stem between your blue fingers. it had five petals, a deep mix of blue and purple with a bright pink outline along the ridged edges of each one. âitâs a juvenile tsawksyul. i wouldnât have taken it if it wasnât already fallen on the ground and off the vine.â you explained as if you, the sweet, funny girl with the big heart, would ever hurt a living creature; as if jake could ever even think that. additionally, you spoke the naâvi words cleanly like it was your first language, and jake felt the urge to hold you.
as you reached up to do somethingâjake didnât really care what, because you were suddenly leaning closer and his heart was racingâyou spoke, âbut we call it a sun lily.â your words were punctuated with the feeling of the stem being placed behind his ear.
you had just put a sun lily behind jake sullyâs ear and now he had a new favorite flower, one he didnât even know existed five minutes ago.
the beaming smile you gave him while you drank in the image of the dork in front of you was heartbreaking in the best way. he looked dumb, eyes wide and mouth open in silence, bright blueish purple flower hooked behind his ear.
âyou look too cute, jake sully.â you decided teasingly. a soft hum from jake, his lips pressing together, and his eyes softening visibly. gaze flicking all across your face, he looked like he was thinking too hard, or maybe not at all. maybe just trying to remember the moment.
before he could respond, grace appeared behind you from some kind of bungalow, something in hand. âthink fast, marine!â she shouted as she chucked it.
unceremoniously, it hit your arm and you bent over in pain, whatever nicety you exchanged with him disappearing like smoke. âowww!â you shouted. it didnât take long for jake to realize you werenât really hurt and start cackling like a hyena.
behind you, grace cringed and shouted apologies, laughter floating from her too. jake leaned down to pick up what turned out to be a fruitâa super hard fruit that had you clutching your shoulder. âdumbass.â he snickered, rubbing the blossoming violet skin for you as he straightened.
things fell into place more solidly after that. the constant push and pull was a fun game, and being in new bodies didnât hinder that in the slightest.
with jake now being so tall when in his avatar, it was sweet how he didnât let his step falter beside you. long blue legs matched your pace,. your own identical ones were just a couple inches shorter, but that combined with jake buzzing with enthusiasm to just walk again shouldâve had him sprinting down the corridor, but he didnât.
he never sprinted ahead or left you trailing him. even when his longer legs outdistanced you in three strides, heâd halt immediately when he didnât feel your presence beside him, waiting with his ears pricked up until you were right next to him once more, and then he picked up where he left off like a pause in a sentence. being able to keep up with you, following on the same path with the same stride, was a gift he didnât intend on wasting.
you caught him glancing sideways sometimes. there wasnât the usual smirk or teasing quip, but sneaky little side glances like he was a boy trying not to get caught. watching the way your tail moved back and forth, your pointed ears flickering at every sound, and each time his eyes were soft or wide with wonder. like he couldnât believe he got to be next to you in a body that actually worked.
however, jake sully didnât go a over couple hours without pestering you.
finding any excuse to be in your space was easy. reaching for a scanner he didnât need that happened to require him leaning right in your bubble, chest brushing your shoulder. sometimes he shoulder checked you by âaccident, docâ when passing you in the wild while on different missions for the day; like he had to let you get it even inbetween working. let you know that he saw you, cutely bent over or squatting next to a too tall tree to scan a new plant as he learned how to carry a gun in these new hands, even if you were all the way across the field.
once he actually got to stick his head in the forest with you as your bodyguard, thatâs when he decided pulling your hair was his favorite.
with all the beautiful alien flora and fauna surrounding you, jakeâs eyes only zeroed in on the flowing hair cascading down your shoulders. it was long, longer than your human hair, and scattered with a few braids, one long one holding your queue in the back. jake still didnât fully understand what the hell that thing did, either. another question to pester you with during naâvi lessons heâd begged you to give him.
jake waited until you squatted to scan another plant before he casually hooked two fingers in one of your braids and gave it a firm tug. it was like you were kids on a playground and he was six years old tugging your pigtails because he didnât know how to say look at me.
you whipped around, ears flat as you looked up at him. the bright sun flared behind him like a halo, and you squinted, hand covering your eyes. âsully.â you hissed in warning.
if your tail wasnât lashing, he wasnât pleased, and it wasnât, so he tugged again. he was looking straight down in your eyes as he did it, until you stood fast, face to face. as usual, jake was already grinning, his canines showing, but his cheeks were violet in a blush. he never ducked his head to hide it, nor look away to save his pride. eagerly he stared back, proud and hot faced, as if you making him blush just from your attention was a badge of honor, and being caught with it saturated on his cheeks made this whole thing more fun.
âproblem?â he drawled. the lock of hair was still between his fingers, and he feigned inspecting it like it was fine silk upon his head, so it was his right to do so. you smacked his hand away, hard.
âah!â surprised, he shook his head hand out and laughed boisterously. âfuck! you hit like you mean it.â
âbecause i do mean it,â you inched closer, pointing your scanner at him like it was a weapon. the strength in your avatar was ten times the one in your human form, and despite his new growing muscles from training, it was your chance to beat jake up since his skin was as solid as yours.
gold eyes flicked between the scanner, your glaring face, and your swishing tail. jake didnât flinch nor step back, but leaned into the scanner with his chest puffed. âgo on then, hit me with it, make me behave.â he grinned, words getting under your skin easy.
instead, your hands hit his solid chest and you pushed him, and he let you, rocking back willingly. if he really wanted to, jake couldâve stood there like nothing happened, but he liked making you think you had a chance.
another laugh, never ending it seemed, and he steadied with his eyes never leaving you. âcareful, doc. you keep pushinâ and i might think you like havinâ your hands on me.â his words were too casual, speech almost accented with the lack of âgâs as they got slurred together. a push was enough to make him dizzy, and it had nothing to do with balance.
âsully, i swearââ
âwhat?â innocent as anything, he crowded your space again. another slip of his fingers into your hair, this time the unbraided pieces, and he watched the black cascade between blue digits swimming in it. âitâs distracting. all this hair swishinâ around while youâre trying to be all serious and scientific. how am i supposed to concentrate?â
âyouâre not, youâre supposed to shut up and guard.â you huffed but didnât slap his arm away for once, letting him do as he pleased. jake sensed it and took advantage of it, finding the thick braid that held your queue and sliding it through his palm, bringing it over your shoulder. in an attempt to hide your shiver, you backed up a step, and his brows raised. jake needed to ask about that. maybe this kuru thing was interesting after all.
the braid slowly slid out of his hand as you backed up, and he savored each second it was in his palm. âyeah, well, guarding you means keepinâ an eye on everything. including you.â he raised a brow now pointedly.
a soft laugh from you, realization as you kept backing up. âyou know,â you mused, hand sliding over a giant leaf in thought, âi almost forgot you were a trained marine with a big gun strapped to your back.â
like a dog to a treatâalways a dog, somehowâjake followed you slowly, smile devastatingly bright. eyes trained on you as he watched the green forest swallow you up, jake noticed that the sun bouncing off of the canopyâs above made your usual deep blue skin twinge cyan. for a second it felt like he was being lured by a siren and not a heartbreakingly beautiful scientist that was telling him to get lost.
remembering you just spoke to him, jakeâs brows shot up, feet carrying him forward. âneed me to remind you?â he teased, no actual threat in the slightest.
you laughed with a shake of your head, and suddenly your fingers dragged upon a plant beside you and it popped and shrank. a sharp squeak and you jumped, and jake had half a mind to reach for his gun if he wasnât already watching every inch of you. assessing danger with his honed hearing while admiring you was an easy task to juggle in this new body. he was still alertâcouldnât let you get hurt, after all.
still smiling, jake caught up with you. âalright, enough fun. stay close.â despite him always starting it, jake would quickly cut the fun just as fast if it compromised you. he shoved his body between you and the weird plant.
âooh! wait but-â you gripped his firm bicep, tip toes to look over his broad shoulder. âthatâs a helicordian!â you gasped and gently pushed past him.
jake shook his head fondly, watching you kneel and pull out your scanner. âitâs neuromuscular system makes it super hard to classify but by its coiling up and retracting, i suspect itâs exactly that!â you babbled on.
it seemed as if he wasnât listening by the âmhmâs and âoh yeah?âs but it was quite the opposite. jake sully hung onto every word you ever spoke.
the worst part about all this, was behind the ankle kicks, the hair pulling, and the blatant attempt to flirt by bothering you, jake thought you hung the two moons in the sky. in fact, as far as he was concerned, you did. you arrived before him after all.
You never thought that the 10ft Navi Neteyam could ever like you
The rain fell in heavy sheets over the floating mountains, turning the bioluminescent moss into a slick, glowing carpet under your boots.Â
You huddled inside the makeshift lab outpost, fingers trembling as you adjusted your oxygen mask. Another failed sample.Â
Another day pretending you werenât breaking.
Neteyam had smiled at you again this morning in his polite but distant way, the same careful curve of his lips he gave everyone.Â
Youâd spent months telling yourself that was all it was. Kindness. Curiosity toward the tiny human who tagged along with the science team.Â
You were pathetic for hoping it meant more.Â
A Naâvi prince, future Oloâeyktan, and you⌠soft, clumsy, barely reaching his chest.Â
But you didnât know he watched you constantly.
From the treeline, hidden in the ferns, Neteyamâs eyes tracked your every movement.Â
The way your small hands pushed damp hair from your face. The frustrated huff when your equipment slipped. The soft curse under your breath that made his tail flick hard against his thigh. Heâd memorized the scent of your skin, your sweet human sweat mixed with the sterile tang of your masks.Â
Sometimes, heâd stroked himself in the canopy more nights than he could count, imagining those tiny fingers wrapped around him instead of his own.
Neteyam told himself he was protecting you. That getting too close would only hurt you. Humans were fragile. Breakable. But the obsession had grown teeth. It gnawed at him until he couldnât breathe without thinking of you.
He started following you.
Not in the open, never where others could see. He moved like a shadow through the canopy, tail low and silent, golden eyes locked on your small form trudging through the undergrowth with your heavy pack and ridiculous breathing mask.Â
Every time you slipped on wet moss, his muscles coiled, ready to drop down and catch you. Every time you laughed at something your human companions said, a hot spike of jealousy twisted in his gut. That sound was his. It belonged to him.
One afternoon you nearly collided.
You were hurrying back to the outpost, arms full of glowing samples, mask fogged from the humidity. Neteyam had stepped out from behind a thick root at the exact wrong moment. Your shoulder slammed into his thighâbarely reaching his hipâand the impact sent you stumbling backward. Vials clattered. One shattered.
âShitâ!â you yelped, dropping to your knees to salvage what you could.
Neteyam froze, heart hammering so hard he was sure you could hear it. The scent of you hit him, your smell of sweat, soap from the lab, that faint sweetness that haunted his dreams. He crouched instantly, one massive hand steadying your shoulder. His fingers spanned nearly your entire back.
âAre you hurt?â His voice came out rougher than he meant. Too low. Too hungry something⌠anythingâŚ.
You looked up at him through the clear visor, cheeks flushed. âIâIâm fine. Sorry, I wasnât watching where I was going.â
He should have let go. Instead his thumb brushed the nape of your neck, just under the strap of your mask. You shivered. He felt it. That tiny tremble went straight to his own nerves.
âYouâre always rushing,â he murmured, helping you gather the unbroken vials. His braids brushed your arm. âOne day youâll fall and I wonât be there to catch you.â
You laughed, soft and self deprecating. âWouldnât want to trouble the mighty warrior.â
Trouble. The word burned. If only you knew how much he wanted your trouble. he wanted to be with you, in many ways, he wants to wake up to your sweet smell, your small fingers, be with you until you get an avatar body, travel with you not only that⌠heâd do lewd things that heâs not proud of admitting, heâd lie awake stroking his throbbing length to the memory of your voice, coming with your name choked between his teeth while he pictured your soft human cunt stretched around him and After that, the encounters multiplied.
He started âaccidentallyâ appearing wherever you were. At the river where you collected water samples, he was already there, washing blood from a hunt, water sluicing down every ridge of muscle. Youâd stared. Heâd pretended not to notice, but heâd flexed just a little more, tail curling invitingly.
In the village, when you visited with your team to trade tech for herbs, he always found a reason to stand close. Close enough that his heat bled into your space. Close enough that youâd have to tilt your head all the way back to meet his eyes.Â
Heâd catch the way your pulse jumped in your throat and have to excuse himself before he did something reckless like ask you out to dinner, from the meat he hunted earlier that day.
You, meanwhile, were unraveling.
Every polite smile from him felt like a something sharp. Every lingering glance made your chest ache worse.Â
You were sure he saw you as nothing more than a fragile sky person. A curiosity. The thought that he might want you back was laughable, painful laughter that always ended in tears.
He had been everywhere.
At the river, water sliding down the cut lines of his abdomen, those amber eyes flicking to you just long enough for your breath to catch.Â
Later in the village, heâd leaned over you while you examined a bundle of medicinal roots, his chest so close you could feel the heat rolling off his skin, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through your ribs when he asked what the âtiny machineâ in your hands did. His braid had slipped forward and brushed your collarbone. Youâd nearly dropped the scanner.
You pressed your forehead against your knees, trying to breathe through the ache. Heâs just being nice. Heâs like this with everyone. But the way his fingers had lingered on your shoulder earlier, the way his tail had curled behind you like it wanted to wrap around your waist⌠it was driving you insane.
From the branches above, Neteyam watched.
The sight of you curled up like that, small and vulnerable, made something twist in his chest.Â
He wanted to drop down, pull you into his arms, peel that ridiculous human clothing from your body. He imagined how tight youâd feel around himâhow youâd whimper and stretch, your little cunt fluttering as he worked himself inside you inch by inch.
Oh! also yes, he really wants to comfort you!
Heâd cum to that fantasy so many times now. Teeth sunk into his own arm to stay quiet, hips jerking into his fist while he whispered your name.
Tonight he was done pretending.
The branch barely creaked as he descended, landing silently on the platform behind you. You didnât notice until his shadow fell over youâmassive.
You startled, twisting around so fast you nearly slipped off the edge. A large blue hand caught your arm, steadying you. Neteyam crouched, bringing his face closer to yours. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.
âYouâre shaking again,â he murmured. His thumb stroked the inside of your wrist, feeling your frantic pulse. âWhy do you always tremble when Iâm near?â
Your mouth went dry. Up close he was overwhelmingâbroad shoulders, the intricate pattern of his stripes, the musky, earthy scent of him.
âI⌠Iâm notââ you started, but the lie died when his other hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to him. His fingers were so long they nearly wrapped around your entire head.
Neteyamâs gaze dropped to your lips. âI watch you,â he admitted, the words rough, almost pained. âAll the time. I canât stop. Your scent follows me... Your voiceâŚâ His tail lashed once, hard. âI want to show you around⌠when youâre free⌠if you let me â
Heat flooded your face. Your heart hammered so hard you were sure he could hear it. âNeteyam⌠are you sure?â
His ears flicked back, a low growl rumbling in his chest. âI have tried to stay away. You are human.. But I am tired of fighting it.â He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours, breath warm against your maskless face. âI want you. I want to hunt for you, protect you.â
Your breath hitched. You should have been terrified. Terrified of the obvious size difference, species, everythingâbut all you felt was liquid heat pooling low in your belly.
His hand slid down, fingertips tracing your throat, then lower, brushing the swell of your chest through your thin shirt. âTell me to leave, and I will try,â he whispered, voice strained. âBut if you want me even half as badly as I want you⌠then I will pursue you.â
You swallowed hard, staring up at the Naâvi who had haunted every waking moment. Your handâtiny against hisâreached up and pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heart.
âI donât want you to leave,â you breathed.
Neteyamâs eyes flashed with something feral and triumphant. In one smooth motion he scooped you up, cradling your small body against his chest as he stood to his full height. Your legs dangled, barely reaching his hips.
âGood,â he growled softly, lips brushing your temple. âBecause I donât think I could anymore.â
He carried you into the shadows of the floating forest, the bioluminescent lights painting your skin in soft blues and purples, his hands already beginning to explore what he had dreamed about for so long.
Description: You and Jake spend a rare moment alone exploring how you both show affection.
Word Count: ~0.7k
Content Warning: non-explicit romantic touching, a kiss, readerâs gender is not specified, (let me know if i missed anything!)
Author's Note: this was inspired by a scene from âSomersaultâ (2004), a movie that Sam was in ! i hope you enjoy !!
âWhat do humans do when they like someone?â
The baskets you had set out to fill with fruits sat on the ground beside you and Jake as you rested in the shade of a young tautral (sky tree). The heat of the sun, peaking in the sky, meant it was already midday, but you lingered in a rare moment alone.
âIt depends on the person,â Jake answered, his arm resting on top of a bent knee.
You fidgeted with the fibers of your woven top. âWhat do you do?â
Jake thought for a moment before shrugging a shoulder. âI touch them, I guess.â
You swallowed and kept your eyes forward, watching as the shadows danced on the grass. âHow?â
âLike this.â He reached over and gave your shoulder a light shove.
âHey,â you laughed, catching the smirk on his lips when you recovered your balance.
But then his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. âAnd like this,â he said, as his hand drifted lower to rest on your thigh. You stared at it there as your heart picked up in your chest.
âWhat about you?â Jake asked, tapping his fingers against your leg.
You grabbed his hand as he began to pull it away. âI touch too, but like this.â
You cradled his hand in your lap and started tracing the tips of your fingers over his open palm, drawing a line up each of his digits. They curled slightly as your light touch ghosted over the rough flesh.
âWhat else?â Jake breathed, eyes watching as you took his smallest finger gently between two of your own.
You brushed your fingers over his knuckles as you thought. âI look at them.â
âShow me.â His grip on your hand suddenly tightened, making you look up.
âWhy?â You asked, eyes wide.
âI wanna see.â
You let out a nervous laugh and shook your head, pulling your hand from his. âNo, I cannot.â
âSure you canâŚâ Jake encouraged, lips curving up. âCâmon. Itâs just me.â
You pursed your lips and considered him for a moment. Showing him would be easy, it was hiding your longing from him that had always been hard. Your heart thrummed with an unpleasant nervousness. Finding more than just a playful glint in his eyes, you shut your own and took a deep breath.
There was an intensity in your gaze that Jake wasnât prepared for when you finally looked up at him through your dark eyelashes. He recognized the look. He'd seen it before from across the fire when you thought he wasnât looking. But just like always, it was gone too soon.
Your eyes flitted away shyly and broke the spell. His emptied lungs finally filled with air and he blinked hard.
A blush rose to your cheeks and turned the tips of your ears purple. Your nose crinkled before you covered your face and started laughing.
âI cannot believe I justâŚâ
âIt was good, I liked it!â Jake was quick to reassure, trying to tamp down his own laughter. âHey, donât hide from me,â he added, placing his hands on top of yours and pulling them down.
âYou are laughing at me.â
âYou laughed first,â Jake defended, smoothing his thumb across your cheek and smiling down at you.
âDid you really like it?â You bashfully searched his eyes.
âYeah,â he said softly, inching closer. âWho else do you look at like that?â
âOnly you,â you whispered, wrapping your hands around his wrists.
âGood.â
Jakeâs hands slotted under your jaw, and he gently tilted your chin up. His eyes trailed lower and your fingers dug into his skin.
âThereâs this other thing I do,â he started, his voice rough and low. âWhen I really like someone.â
âThere is?â You managed, distracted by his nearness and overcome by his smell.
âCan I show you?â He was so close that his lips grazed yours as he spoke and all you could do was nod.
You sucked in a shaky breath as Jake closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth with his. All sense of time and place vanished, and all you knew was Jake and the feeling of his skin against yours as he kissed you.
The midday meal, Jakeâs training with Neytiri, the rest of your foraging would all have to wait. No task was more pressing than to bask in Jakeâs affection. Returning every caress with your own, alight with ecstasy, each a promise of something more.
[Sully Family x Lost Sibling! Reader (reader is Na'vi)]
Synopsis : Years after a devastating loss, the Sully family is reunited with their long-lost eldest sibling, a moment that reignites both joy and heartache. Once thought gone forever, their sibling returns as a formidable warriorâprecise with a bow, swift to tame an Ikran, and gifted in strategyâleaving the family in awe of their strength and resilience.
The reunion reshapes their bonds: Neteyam finds a steady partner to share his burdens, Loâak gains a rival and confidant, Kiri discovers a spiritual kindred, and little Tuk showers her newfound sibling with endless love. For Jake and Neytiri, itâs a bittersweet journey of healing, balancing pride in who their child has become with the weight of time lost.
Warnings : very wholesome you will combust
-Jake and Neytiri had spent years mourning the loss of their firstborn, their hearts heavy with the weight of a child they believed Eywa had taken back. They never spoke about it openly in front of the other kids, not wanting their grief to cast shadows on the present.
-When they first hear rumors of a lone Naâvi wandering far from the clanâs territoriesâsomeone who doesnât quite fit inâthe hope seems too fragile to entertain.
-Neytiri dismisses it at first, her voice hard with pain: âIt cannot be. Eywa has already decided their path.â
-But Jake, ever to hold onto that speck of hope, feels something stir deep within him, a nagging sense that they need to find you. âWhat if it is them? Yawne, we have to try."
-When the family finally sees you for the first time, itâs almost surreal.
-Your features are unmistakableâyour eyes, your build, the small markings that Neytiri remembers tracing when you were just a baby.
-Jake freezes in his tracks, his normally steady composure cracking as he whispers, âItâs you... Itâs really you.â Neytiriâs reaction is more visceral. She falls to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she reaches out, her voice breaking: âMy child... my baby...â
-Neteyam is silent at first, the realization hitting him like a storm. He had heard stories of you but never imagined heâd see you. His hands tremble as he approaches, his voice soft but shaking: âIs it true? Are you... my sibling?â
-Tuk clings to Kiri, confused but excited. âWe have another sibling? Really?!â Loâak, ever the joker, tries to lighten the heavy moment: âGuess weâre not the favorites anymore, huh?â
-The initial reunion is a flood of emotionsâtears, laughter, disbelief.
Neytiri holds you close, her hands shaking as she cups your face, her words a mix of apology and joy: âI thought we lost you. Eywa has brought you back to us.â
-Jake struggles to maintain his composure, his voice thick with emotion as he says, âWe thought weâd never see you again. Look at you... Youâve grown so much.â While theyâre overjoyed to have you back, Jake and Neytiri also carry immense guilt.
-Neytiri often stays up at night, staring at you while you sleep, whispering quiet apologies to Eywa for letting you slip away.
-Jake tries to make up for lost time by teaching you survival skills, even if you already know them. âI shouldâve been there for you. Let me show you, just in case.â His attempts to reconnect often come with a tinge of overprotectiveness, something you canât help but find endearing.
-They both shower you with subtle but heartfelt gesturesâNeytiri weaving intricate beads into your braids, Jake carving you a small totem to carry as a symbol of family.
-Neteyam, being the oldest after you, feels an immediate kinship. He idolizes you in a way that catches you off guard. âYou were always the strong one, werenât you? Mom and Dad used to talk about you like you could do anything.â
-From the moment the family reunites, Neteyam is drawn to you. His role as the responsible older brother has always been his identity, but now, seeing youâcapable, strong, and wiseâhe feels a weight lift.
-One evening, as the two of you sit on a high branch overlooking the forest, Neteyam glances at you, his voice soft: âI always wondered what it would feel like to have someone like you to look up to. Now I know.â
-Loâakâs first instinct is to test you. Heâs always been the rebel, and he wants to know if you can keep up.
-He constantly challenges you to races, sparring matches, or daring climbs. âBet you canât beat me to the top of that tree,â he taunts, already halfway up. But when you outpace him, he groans dramatically. âOkay, okay, maybe youâre a little cool.â Beneath his playful teasing, though, is a deep admiration.
-Loâak rarely says it out loud, but the way he watches you when you're literally doing anythingâspeaks volumes. After a particularly close hunt or winning a race, he slings an arm around your shoulders, his grin boyish and proud: âYouâre just showing off now, arenât you?
-Kiri feels an almost spiritual connection with you. Sheâs drawn to the way you carry yourself, and often spends hours talking with you about Eywa and the balance of the world.
-âDo you feel it too?â she asks one evening, her voice soft as the bioluminescent forest glows around you. When you nod, she smiles, her eyes filled with quiet wonder. âI knew you would. Youâre one of us.â
-She loves showing you the hidden wonders of Pandora, her excitement bubbling over as she guides you to a glowing grove or a stream filled with darting, luminous fish. âThis is my favorite place,â she confesses, her voice a whisper. âNow itâs ours.â
-You often catch her sketching in the dirt or weaving patterns inspired by your adventures together. When you ask about them, she shrugs, a shy smile on her lips: âJust trying to remember these moments.â
-Tuk is absolutely smitten with you. From the moment she met you, she declared you her new favorite sibling. Sheâs always by your side, her small hand slipping into yours as you walk through the forest. âCan I come with you?â she asks, her big eyes shining with hope.
-You find yourself teaching her little tricksâhow to shoot a tiny bow, how to climb trees safelyâand her laughter fills the air as she tries to keep up. âLook! Iâm like you now!â she cries, beaming with pride.
-At night, she curls up beside you, her head resting against your arm. âDonât ever leave again, okay?â she whispers, her voice tinged with the innocence of a child.
-The Sully siblings have always been close, but with you, their dynamic shifts in the best way.
-You quickly become the target of their good-natured teasing, but youâre not afraid to dish it back.âI think youâre losing your touch, Neteyam,â you tease after a sparring match, earning an exaggerated groan from him and laughter from Loâak.
-Loâak and Tuk team up to prank you, only to get caught when Kiri casually spills their plan. âYouâre terrible at keeping secrets,â Loâak mutters, glaring at his sister.
-One night, under the stars, the five of you sit together, the forest alive with its soft, glowing hum. Tuk is nestled against your side, Kiri is braiding your hair, and Neteyam and Loâak are arguing over who caught the biggest fish that day.
-You take it all inâthe laughter, the warmth, the loveâand feel an overwhelming sense of belonging.âWeâre stronger together,â Neteyam says, breaking through the chatter. He looks at each of you, his gaze lingering on you last. âAll of us.â
-Loâak groans dramatically, âAlright, enough of the sappy stuff.â But he doesnât pull away when you ruffle his hair, nor does he hide the smile tugging at his lips.
-Jake has always carried the pain of losing you deep within him, a wound he thought would never heal. As much as heâs overjoyed to have you back, thereâs a part of him that struggles with the guilt of all the years you spent apart.
-He watches you carefully in the first few days after the reunion, his sharp, observant eyes catching every movement, every expression. His voice, usually confident and steady, softens when he speaks to you. âYou okay, kid? You settling in alright?â Itâs casual, but thereâs an unspoken fear behind the words, a need to make sure youâre truly here.
-Jakeâs pride in your abilities is almost immediate, but it grows tenfold as he watches you adapt to the Naâvi way of life with such ease.
-When he sees you take down a target with a single, precise arrow, he lets out a low whistle, a grin spreading across his face. âNow thatâs what Iâm talking about. Youâre a natural, just like your old man.â
-Jake has always been fiercely protective of his family, but with you, itâs different. Itâs not just about keeping you safeâitâs about making up for lost time. He wants to be there for every moment, to catch up on the years he missed. Heâs quick to jump to your defense, even when itâs not necessary.
-If anyone in the clan questions your place, Jake steps in before you can even respond, his voice firm but calm: âTheyâve earned their place here. Youâve got a problem with that, you talk to me.â
-As much as Jake wants to protect you, he quickly realizes youâre more than capable of handling yourself.
-This both surprises and humbles him.âYou donât need me hovering,â he admits one day after watching you dispatch a group of enemies with precise, calculated movements. âBut you canât blame a dad for worrying.â His grin is sheepish, but thereâs a flicker of pride in his eyes that makes your chest ache.
-Jake doesnât always say the words outright, but his love for you is evident in everything he does. The way he checks your gear before a mission, the way he pats your shoulder after a successful hunt, the way he looks at you when he thinks youâre not paying attentionâall of it speaks volumes.
-One night, as you sit beside him under the stars, he breaks the silence with a rare, heartfelt confession. âI thought Iâd lost you for good. And now, having you here... I donât think Iâll ever be able to thank Eywa enough.â His voice is rough, filled with a mixture of gratitude and regret.
-Neytiriâs reaction to your return is a whirlwind of love, grief, and relief. She holds you tightly the moment you reunite, her tears mingling with the warmth of your skin. âYou are home,â she whispers, her voice breaking as she cups your face, memorizing every feature.
-At first, she canât let you out of her sight. Years of fearing she would never see you again have left her protective, almost overbearing. Her eyes follow you wherever you go, her instincts sharp, ready to shield you from anything.
-Neytiri is in awe of the person youâve become. When she sees your precise aim with a bow or the way you ride your Ikran with effortless grace, her heart swells with pride.
-She takes great pride in teaching you the finer details of Naâvi culture, even if youâve already mastered much of it on your own. âYou are part of us, my child. This is your place.â
-Neytiriâs protective nature manifests differently than Jakeâs. Where Jake might give orders or try to shield you, Neytiri approaches with quiet understanding.
-When she sees you tending to a minor injury after a hunt, she rushes over, her hands gentle but firm as she insists on helping. âLet me see. You may be strong, but even warriors need tending.â
-Neytiri takes you to her favorite places in the forest, sharing the beauty and serenity of Pandora with you. She points out the hidden treasures of Eywaâs world, her voice reverent as she speaks of the balance in all things.
-One evening, she brings you to the Tree of Voices. Together, you connect to the tendrils of the tree, and she whispers, âThey have watched over you. Eywa has always known you would come back to us.â
-Neytiri enjoys teaching you skills you might have missed during your time away, like the subtle art of weaving or the ceremonial dances of the clan. But sheâs also open to learning from you, impressed by the strategies you devise and the clever ways you solve problems. âYou have your fatherâs mind for battle,â she says with a grin one day, âbut your heart... that is mine.â
-Neytiri makes it clear that she will fight for you, as she always has for her family. When anyone questions your place in the clan, her voice is sharp and unwavering: âThey are my child. That is all you need to know.â
-It doesnât take long for the Sully family to notice youâre more than just their lost siblingâyouâre a force to be reckoned with.
-Neytiri is the first to notice your precision with a bow. She observes silently as you nock an arrow, your stance firm and your aim deadly. The arrow sails through the air, splitting the fruit on a distant branch perfectly in two. Neytiriâs lips part in astonishment before a quiet, proud smile spreads across her face. She tilts her head, her voice carrying a rare, gentle tone: âWho taught you this?â
-Learning to bond with an Ikran is no easy feat, but you take it as a personal challenge. The family watches anxiously as you ascend the rocky cliffside, Jake muttering under his breath, âThey should take it slow. No one gets it on the first try.â
-But you surprise them yet again. The bond happens so seamlessly that Jake stares in stunned silence, Neytiri gripping his arm as if to confirm itâs real.
-Loâak blurts out, âThereâs no way! It took me three tries!â Tuk, wide-eyed, tugs on Kiriâs arm. âDid you see that? [Y/N] is amazing!â Kiri smiles, watching them with fondness in her eyes.
-When you soar through the skies for the first time, the exhilaration is clear on your face, but the familyâs awe is almost comical. Neteyam watches you with unshaken admiration, his voice barely above a whisper: âI donât think Eywa has ever made someone like them.â
-As the Sullys adjust to your presence, itâs clear youâre not just âthe lost siblingâ anymoreâyouâre an integral part of the family. Every member looks to you in their own way, whether itâs for guidance, comfort, or simply a shared laugh.
-Youâve become a bridge between the past and the present, a reminder of what the family has endured and how much stronger theyâve become together.
-Around the fire one night, Neteyam says it best: âWeâve always been strong, but with you here, weâre unstoppable.â And as you look around at your familyâthe warmth in their eyes, the love in their smilesâyou realize heâs right.
-This was your family, your fortress..
(Edited, yes i did.)
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Hope you LOVED it, if not then haha i'll try to be better <3
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Broooooooo, i've been thinking about these headcannons non-stop, and I thought I'd never find it again, but here it is!!!! These are very sweet headcannons, and I like to think about the possible events and adventures that Lost Sibling! Reader may have experienced before they were found. Like what if when they were younger (like Neteyam's age!) They had a run-in with the Mangkwan or something of that nature?! The possibilities for Lost Sibling! Reader's backstory is endless, and I love it!!!!
pls write about the reader being the eldest when she has sickness (like cancer or what) but she didnât tell her family about this except for norm and max. Thatâs why she always at the lab and they found out too late because theyâre being neglectful to the reader. Thankss
Too Late to Notice
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Masterlist
Being the oldest Sully had always come with responsibilities.
You were the first child, the one who helped without being asked, the one who stepped in when Jake and Neytiri were busy, the one who watched over Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk. It wasn't something anyone had forced onto you. It had simply happened over the years until caring for everyone else became second nature.
Maybe that was why nobody noticed when you started falling behind.
At first, it was small things. You were tired more often. Training became harder. Sometimes your hands shook when you tried to string your bow, and sometimes you found yourself struggling to catch your breath after things that had never been difficult before. You brushed it off whenever someone asked.
Not that they asked often. The Sully family was busy. Neteyam was taking on more responsibilities as the future leader. Lo'ak was constantly getting himself into trouble. Kiri spent most of her time wandering the forest and listening to Eywa, while little Tuk always managed to find some kind of adventure that required immediate attention.
There was always something happening slowly, without meaning to, you became easy to overlook. The day Norm and Max gave you the diagnosis, the world seemed to stop.
You remembered sitting in one of the lab's small rooms while Max explained everything carefully. He spoke gently, choosing his words with obvious concern, while Norm sat beside him looking more worried than you had ever seen him.
You didn't cry. You didn't panic. You just sat there staring at the floor while the reality settled over you. When they finally finished explaining, the first thing Norm said was, "We need to tell your family."
Immediately, you shook your head. "No." Both scientists exchanged a look. "Y/N," Max said carefully, "they deserve to know." You swallowed hard before forcing a smile onto your face.
"Not yet." That became your answer every time they brought it up.
Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. But tomorrow never came. Instead, you started spending more and more time at the lab. Whenever Jake asked where you were going, you simply told him you were helping Norm and Max. He would nod distractedly before returning his attention to whatever problem the family was currently dealing with.
Nobody questioned it. At first, that hurt. You hated yourself for feeling that way because you knew your family loved you. They loved you more than anything.
But sometimes love wasn't enough when nobody noticed you were struggling.
There were days when you came home exhausted and immediately went to sleep. Days when you could barely finish dinner because you felt sick. Days when you sat quietly while everyone talked around you, wondering if anyone would notice how pale you looked.
Nobody did. Not because they didn't care. Because they never thought they had a reason to look.
Months passed. Norm and Max became the only people who knew the truth. They monitored your condition, adjusted treatments, and stayed with you during the worst days. Sometimes Norm would sit beside you long after his work was finished, silently keeping you company while you stared out the lab windows.
"You should tell them," he would say. And every time you would give the same answer. "Later." The truth was that you were afraid.
Afraid of the look on Jake's face. Afraid of making Neytiri cry. Afraid of seeing Neteyam blame himself for not noticing. Most of all, you were afraid that after months of silence, it would be too late.
Unfortunately, it already was. One afternoon, your body simply gave out.
You had been helping Max organize samples when a wave of dizziness hit you so suddenly that you couldn't even react. The room spun violently around you. The tablet slipped from your hands, crashing against the floor.
The last thing you remembered was hearing Max shout your name. Then everything went dark. When you finally woke up, the first thing you noticed was the sound of crying.
Your eyes opened slowly. The entire Sully family was there.
Jake stood near the bed looking as though he hadn't slept in days. Neytiri was clutching one of your hands so tightly that it almost hurt. Neteyam stood beside her, completely silent, while Lo'ak stared at the floor with red eyes. Kiri looked like she had been crying for hours, and little Tuk sat curled against Jake's side, tears still running down her face.
The moment Neytiri realized you were awake, a sob escaped her. "Oh, ma Y/N." The pain in her voice immediately shattered your heart. You tried to sit up, but Neteyam gently stopped you.
"Don't," he whispered. His voice cracked halfway through the word. That was when you knew. They knew everything. The room was silent for several moments before Jake finally spoke.
"How long?" His voice was barely above a whisper. You didn't answer. Jake looked away, struggling to control his emotions. "Norm told us," he continued. "Months, Y/N. You've been dealing with this for months."
The guilt in his voice was unbearable. You had never seen your father look so broken before. Not during battles. Not during losses. Not even during the hardest moments their family had faced.
But now he looked devastated. Neteyam lowered his head into his hands. "I should've noticed," he said quietly. The words seemed to physically hurt him.
"I always noticed when Lo'ak was in trouble. I noticed when Tuk was upset. I noticed everything else."
His voice shook. "But not this." Lo'ak wiped angrily at his eyes. "Neither did I." Kiri looked at you with tears streaming down her face. "We were all right there."
Nobody knew what to say after that because they all understood the same terrible truth.
You hadn't hidden from them. Not really. You had still been there every day. Still eating dinner with them. Still spending time with them. They simply hadn't seen how much you were hurting. Neytiri carefully brushed a hand through your hair.
"You thought you were alone." It wasn't a question. And somehow, hearing her say it made the tears finally come. For months you had carried everything by yourself because it felt easier than asking for help.
Now your entire family was crying around your bedside, and all you could think about was how desperately you had wanted them there.
Jake moved closer and gently took your other hand.
"I'm sorry." The words were simple, but they carried more emotion than any speech ever could. Around him, the others nodded. One by one, they apologized.
Not because you had asked them to. Because they genuinely regretted every moment they had missed. Every sign they hadn't seen. Every time they had assumed you were fine. For the first time in months, you didn't feel invisible.
And from that day forward, nobody let you face it alone.
Not Jake. Not Neytiri. Not Neteyam. Not Lo'ak. Not Kiri. And certainly not Tuk, who practically refused to leave your side.
Because while the Sullys had realized the truth far too late, they spent every day afterward making sure you never had to wonder whether you were seen, loved, or important ever again.
It starts with Loâak complaining, loudly, dramatically, and with far too much flair for your taste.
âMy hair is attacking me!â he groans, shaking his head as he storms into the Sully marui. Water drips from his hair onto the woven floor. âI swear, itâs trying to strangle me!â
âYouâre exaggerating,â Kiri says, rolling her eyes. âItâs hair, not a predator.â
You laugh, setting down the basket of shells you were sorting. âCome here, little drama king. Iâll fix it before it kills you.â
He plops down in front of you, back to your chest, long tangles of dark hair hanging in messy clumps. His shoulders are tense. You gather the strands in your hands, separating them gently.
To you, this is normal.
Youâre reef people. Hair tangles, salt stiffens it, wind knots it. Fixing it is just part of life, like cleaning nets or restraining beads.
âAlright,â you murmur, âletâs see what weâre working with. When was the last time someone redid these braids?â
ââŚForest,â he mutters, shoving his head forward impatiently.
You wince. âYeah, I can tell.â
Your fingers move carefully, combing through the knots, weaving the braids slowly. Loâak tenses and relaxes with every gentle tug, breathing unevenly. You notice it, but assume itâs just the drama.
Neteyam is leaning against the wall, pretending not to watch. Kiri is practically glued to your side, curious eyes flicking between your hands and Loâakâs expression. Tuk crawls closer, chattering happily, swinging her tiny arms.
You ignore them all. You focus on the braid.
By mid-morning, Loâakâs hair is perfectly braided, neat and secure. He touches it carefully, surprised at how smooth it feels.
âFeels⌠better,â he admits.
âShocking,â you tease. âA little care works wonders.â
He gives you a look, thoughtful, strange and quickly wanders off to find something else to complain about.
Next is Neteyam. He sits in front of you, spine straight, shoulders stiff. You can tell heâs aware of every brush and tug, but he doesnât say anything. You braid him slowly, careful not to pull too hard.
Then Kiri, who is chatty and impatient and insists on helping herself halfway through, laughing when strands tickle her ears.
Tuk hops onto your lap again, wiggling and chattering as you braid hee tiny locks. By now, the marui is filled with soft laughter, teasing, and the quiet rustle of hair.
You barely notice the hours passing.
The Sully children are playful, teasing, dramatic but gentle too. And somehow, weaving each braid, untangling knots, smoothing loose strands, you feel closer to them.
Closer to them all.
Afternoon passes lazily. Youâve braided every last one of the kidsâ hair. They move through the marui, tugging at their new braids, comparing lengths, teasing each other, laughing.
âLook at mine!â Loâak shouts. âItâs perfect! I could be in a display at the reef museum!â
âYou wish,â Kiri says, elbowing him playfully.
Neteyam rolls his eyes, smoothing his braid with care.
And Tuk? Tuk is sitting beside you, chattering nonstop, tugging a little at your hair and demanding, âMe next, me next!â
You laugh. âLittle angel, I just finished you!â
The children run in and out of the marui, playful chaos filling the space. You sit back for a moment, stretching your arms, smiling at the little scene of life and warmth around you.
Itâs easy. Comfortable. Cozy.
Evening comes, the sky outside turning golden-pink. The children have settled down with some food, chattering and teasing each other quietly.
Then you notice him.
Jake.
Standing in the doorway. Quiet. Watching.
Your breath catches, just a little.
âOh⌠hey,â you murmur.
He nods, hands in his lap, still standing. âHey.â
The kids glance up, noticing him. Loâak nudges Kiri, Neteyam looks at his father, and Tuk babbles, pointing between the two of you.
One by one, they wander off to give you both some space.
The marui suddenly feels smaller. Quieter. Warm, but heavy in a different way.
Jake steps closer and sits down in front of you. His hair is loose, a little tangled from the wind.
âYouâve been busy today,â he says quietly, voice low, thoughtful.
You shrug, brushing strands from your fingers. âIt was nothing. They just needed help.â
Jake shifts, letting his hair fall into your hands. You catch your breath. This is different. This is him.
âYou donât have toâŚâ he murmurs.
âWhy wouldnât I?â you ask softly, though your fingers are already sliding through his hair.
The moment your hands touch the loose strands, his shoulders stiffen.
âToo tight?â you whisper.
âNoâŚâ His voice is low, strained, but he doesnât pull away.
Your fingers move slower, more aware of every slight movement of his body. The warmth of his neck under your hands. His shoulders go rigid.
You pull your hands away. âOkay. No. That was not a normal reaction.â
Jake sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. âItâs nothing.â
âJake." Silence.
Then, quietly, âWhere we come from⌠hair like this⌠itâs not casual.â
You blink. âWhat do you mean?â
âBraiding. Undoing it. Touching someoneâs hair.â He swallows. âThatâs personal. Usually family. Or⌠mates.â
Your hands are still hovering inches from his head.
Oh.
You sit back slightly. âI didnât know.â
âYou could tell me to stop,â you murmur.
Jake swallows. âI⌠donât want you to.â
Your heart skips.
You braid slowly, carefully, intentionally. Every tug, every twist, every smooth of the hair feels delicate. His muscles relax under your fingers. His breathing evens. You feel his trust.
Accidentally, your knuckles brush the base of his queue.
He shivers slightly. âSorry,â you whisper.
âYouâre okay,â he says, soft and warm.
The braid is almost done. You tie it off, smoothing the last strand. Your hand lingers on his shoulder for a moment, feeling the warmth of his skin.
âThere,â you murmur. Jake reaches back, fingers brushing yours.
âFeels right,â he says, eyes meeting yours.
The marui glows golden in the evening light. Outside, the ocean hums softly.
âThank you,â he whispers.
You smile faintly. âI donât mind.â
The Sully children have long since wandered off, leaving you alone with him.
And in that quiet space, in the warmth of the marui, surrounded by laughter from earlier and the golden light of the setting sun, you realize:
This wasnât just about braids.
Heyyy guys, you can guess who was sick today and thought they'd take the opportunity to work out a random idea... yep, it was me, hehe. So if something doesn't make sense, I'm sorry, just let me know. (My half-asleep brain is to blame if that's the case.)
Would you please do reader is daughter of Jake Sully and she struggles with panic attacks or ptsd? She used to be seen as the strong one. Almost as good as Neteyam when it came to being a warrior and protecting her loved ones but over time the aspects of war changes her into someone quiet and timid, nearly shaking at any loud noise.
The Strong One
Sorryyyy for the little break <3333 i hope you like it ;)
TW: panic attacks
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There was a time when people spoke about you the same way they spoke about Neteyam.
Not just because you were Jake Sullyâs daughter, but because you carried yourself like someone who had been born for battle. Your arrows flew straight, your aim rarely faltered, and when danger came close to your family, you stepped forward without hesitation.
Your father had noticed early. âYou move like a warrior,â he once told you after training, clapping a firm hand against your shoulder with pride that warmed your chest for days.
It meant something to you then. Being strong meant you were useful. Being useful meant you were needed. You trained beside Neteyam often, the two of you moving through drills together until your muscles burned. Sometimes Jake would stand back with his arms crossed, watching both of you with quiet approval.
âSee that?â he would tell the others. âThatâs how itâs done.â You carried those moments with you like armor. But war has a way of changing the meaning of strength. At first, the signs were small.
A loud crack during training would make your body stiffen before you even realized it. A sudden shout would send your heart racing, breath catching in your throat. You brushed it off, telling yourself it was nothing more than exhaustion or the remnants of adrenaline.
Warriors didnât fall apart over things like that. So you said nothing.
The others still saw you as the same person, the one who moved quickly in battle, the one who stepped between danger and your siblings without thinking.
But slowly, something inside you began to shift. Loud noises started to feel like explosions even when they werenât. Your chest tightened during patrols until breathing felt like dragging air through water. Sometimes your hands trembled so badly you had to hide them behind your back so no one would notice.
You became quieter. Less present.
The girl who once laughed easily with Loâak and teased Neteyam during training now spent long stretches alone, sitting near the water or wandering the forest where the sounds were softer.
Jake noticed. Of course he did. He noticed everything.
At first, he assumed you were simply tired. The war had taken its toll on all of you, and he had seen soldiers retreat into silence before. But then came the day it happened in front of everyone.
Training had barely begun when one of the younger warriors dropped a spear nearby, the sudden crack against stone echoing sharply through the clearing.
The sound shouldnât have meant anything. But your body reacted before your mind could catch up. Your breath caught violently, chest tightening as though invisible hands had wrapped around your ribs and squeezed. The world blurred at the edges, your heart pounding so loudly you could barely hear the voices around you.
You staggered back, shaking. Someone called your name.
Another loud noise followed, just a bowstring snapping somewhere behind you and suddenly you were crouched on the ground with your hands over your ears, trying desperately to force air into lungs that refused to cooperate.
It felt like drowning. Like the battlefield had returned and dragged you back into its chaos. The clearing had gone silent. When you finally looked up through blurred vision, you realized everyone was staring. Neteyam stood frozen a few feet away, confusion and worry written across his face. Loâak had taken a step forward like he wasnât sure whether to help or give you space.
And Jake⌠Jake looked stunned. You had never seen that expression on him before. Embarrassment burned through you hotter than the panic itself. You forced yourself to stand quickly, brushing off the sand as if nothing had happened.
âIâm fine,â you said too quickly, though your voice trembled. No one moved. You refused to meet your fatherâs eyes. âI just need a minute.â You turned and walked away before anyone could stop you.
After that day, things became harder to hide.
Your body betrayed you more often now, reacting to sudden sounds or sharp movements with the same overwhelming panic. Nights were the worst, when memories slipped into your dreams and pulled you back into moments you had tried desperately to forget.
The girl who had once been fearless now jumped at shadows. And you hated it. You hated how weak it made you feel. You hated the way people looked at you differently, like something fragile had replaced the warrior they once knew. But what you hated most was the thought of your father seeing it.
Jake Sully had raised warriors. Not broken soldiers. So you avoided him when you could, slipping away before training ended or volunteering for tasks that kept you far from the others. It worked for a while.
Until one evening when a loud crash echoed through the village as a heavy basket slipped from someoneâs hands and shattered against the ground. Your body reacted instantly.
Your knees buckled, breath vanishing from your lungs as the familiar crushing pressure wrapped around your chest. You barely made it a few steps before your vision darkened and the world spun violently around you.
You didnât realize someone had caught you until strong arms steadied your shoulders. Your first instinct was to pull away. Then you heard his voice.
âEasy,â Jake said quietly. You froze. Of all the people to see this⌠You tried to straighten, wiping quickly at the tears you hadnât realized had escaped. âIâm fine.â
Jake didnât move. His hands remained firm on your shoulders, grounding you even as your breathing struggled to slow. âYouâre not fine,â he said gently. The softness in his voice made something inside your chest crack.
You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. âI used to be,â you whispered. The admission slipped out before you could stop it. Jake was silent for a long moment. Then he guided you carefully to sit down on the nearby steps, lowering himself beside you.
âYou think this means youâre not strong anymore?â he asked. You let out a shaky breath. âI canât even handle a loud noise without falling apart.â His gaze softened.
âIâve seen the strongest soldiers I ever knew come home from war shaking at the sound of fireworks,â he said quietly. âStrength doesnât mean you walk away untouched.â
You didnât answer. Your hands were still trembling in your lap. Jake noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he reached over and gently wrapped his larger hands around yours, steadying them.
âYou protected this family when things got bad,â he continued. âYou stood your ground when others wouldâve run. You think that disappears because your mindâs trying to process what you went through?â
Your throat tightened. âI feel like Iâm failing you.â Jakeâs grip tightened slightly. âYou could never fail me.â The words came without hesitation, firm and certain. When you finally looked at him, there was no disappointment in his eyes. Only concern. And something softer.
âYou carried more than you should have,â he said quietly. âNow itâs our turn to carry you for a while.â For the first time in months, your chest loosened just enough to let a full breath through. Jake pulled you gently into his arms then, holding you the way he used to when you were small and the world still felt safe.
Fem sully request! Reader gets majorly injured and hides it from her parents thinking Jake is going to be mad at her. The only reason they find out sheâs injured is her collapsing into Neytiriâs arms, in pain. Ps sorry if this sends twice my requests arenât working properly
Thought Heâd Be Mad
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You donât mean for it to happen. Thatâs the worst part.
It isnât reckless like Loâak. It isnât brave like Neteyam. Itâs just one wrong step during a scouting run along the cliffs near the reef a loose edge of rock beneath your foot, a sharp drop you donât see until youâre already sliding.
You catch yourself before you fall far. But not before something tears deep along your side.
It burns. Hot and immediate.
You bite back the sound that wants to escape your throat and cling to the rock until your vision steadies. When you finally manage to pull yourself upright, your hand comes away slick.
The cut is bad. Long. Deeper than you want to admit. You stare at it for a moment, heart pounding, and the first thought that fills your mind is not Iâm hurt. Itâs: Dad is going to be furious. Not because he doesnât love you. But because he does.
Because he is always talking about safety, about sticking together, about not taking unnecessary risks. Because the war is barely behind you and he watches all of you like something might snatch you away at any second.
You can already hear it in your head. What were you thinking. Why didnât you call someone? You donât run off alone like that. So you wrap it.
You tear part of your sash and tie it tightly around your ribs. You rinse it quickly in seawater, swallow against the sting, and straighten your posture before returning to the village.
No one notices at first. Youâre careful.
You sit down slowly. You avoid stretching too far. You laugh when Tuk bumps into you even though it makes white hot pain shoot through your side.
At dinner, you stay quiet. Jake glances at you once. "Youâre quiet,â he says. You shrug. âJust tired.â He nods, accepting it, but his eyes linger half a second too long. The bleeding hasnât stopped.
You can feel it, warm and steady beneath the fabric. By the next morning, itâs worse. Your body feels heavy. Your head swims when you stand too fast. Every breath pulls against torn muscle.
You tell yourself itâs fine. Youâve had worse. You can handle it. You always handle it. Training begins like normal.
Jake is instructing Loâak on spear balance while Neteyam demonstrates form. Neytiri stands nearby, correcting posture with gentle touches.
You try to follow along. But when you raise your arm fully, the world tilts. Your vision spots. You swallow hard. Not now.
You take one step backward to steady yourself. Then another. Your mother turns just as your knees give out.
You donât even realize youâre falling until youâre already in her arms. The pain hits fully when you collapse, no more pretending, no more holding yourself upright.
It rips through you so violently that a broken sound tears from your throat before you can stop it. Neytiri drops to her knees with you, cradling you instantly. âMy daughter?â Her voice sharpens with alarm. âWhat is wrong?â
Jake is there in seconds. âWhat happened?â You shake your head weakly. âItâs nothingââ But your motherâs hand brushes against your side.
It comes away red. Everything goes still. Jakeâs face changes. Not anger. Something worse. Fear.
He pulls the fabric away despite your weak protest, revealing the wound beneath, angry, deep, still bleeding.
His jaw tightens. âWhen?â he demands. You canât meet his eyes. âYesterday.â Silence. The kind that presses heavy on your chest.
âYesterday?â His voice rises, not in rage, but disbelief. âYouâve been walking around like this since yesterday?â You flinch. And that that is what breaks him. You shrink back slightly, instinctively, like youâre bracing for anger.
Jake sees it. He sees the way you brace. And something inside him caves in. He softens instantly. âOh,â he breathes. Neytiri is already pressing cloth to your side, calling for herbs, for help, her hands steady even though her breathing is not.
Jake kneels in front of you. âWhy didnât you tell us?â he asks, quieter now. You blink up at him, tears slipping free despite your effort to stop them. âI thought⌠youâd be mad.â The words barely make it out. He freezes.
âMad?â he repeats. You nod faintly. âYouâre always saying to be careful. I didnât want to mess up.â For a long moment, he doesnât speak. Then he moves closer, one large hand carefully cupping the side of your face.
âListen to me,â he says, voice low and steady in a way it hasnât been since you collapsed. âI donât get mad because you make mistakes. I get scared because I canât lose you.â Your breath stutters.
âYou think I care more about rules than you?â he continues softly. âI would rather hear about every stupid decision you ever make than have you hiding something like this.â
Neytiri presses her forehead gently to your temple. âYou are never alone in pain,â she murmurs. You didnât realize how tightly youâd been holding yourself together until that moment. The tears come freely now. âI didnât want to disappoint you,â you whisper. Jakeâs expression cracks.
âYou could never do that,â he says immediately. He presses his forehead to yours careful, grounding. âYouâre allowed to mess up,â he adds. âYouâre not allowed to disappear on me.â Neytiri hums softly as she works, the sound low and comforting, like when you were small and scraped your knees climbing trees you were told not to climb. The pain doesnât vanish.
But it feels lighter somehow. Because youâre not holding it alone anymore. Later, when the wound is stitched and bound properly, Jake sits beside you outside the marui while the sun lowers over the water. âYou scared me,â he admits quietly.
You glance at him. âSorry.â He shakes his head. âNo. I need to make sure you know something.â You wait. âYou never have to choose between being honest and keeping me calm,â he says. âIâll handle my fear. You just come to me.â You lean your head against his shoulder carefully. âOkay.â
His arm wraps around you gently. âGood.â And for the first time since the cliff, you let yourself rest without pretending youâre stronger than you feel.
Could you write a Sully Daughter Reader story? Maybe about us having an eating disorder and Jake and the others finding out?
Of course, you can also just ignore it, it's a serious topic.
Love your work btw đť
The Space You Take
So first of all thank you and secondly, I have thought for a long time whether I accept this request. Through Breath of Eywa and the rather positive feedback I thought I would put the fic online. I hope I don't attack anyone with it and if there are people who have a problem with it, please write to me.
TW: eating disorder
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It starts quietly.
No one notices at first because you make sure they donât.
You laugh when Tuk steals fruit from your plate and pretend you werenât hungry anyway. You tell Kiri you already ate earlier. You train longer than the others and say youâre just trying to âkeep up.â You push yourself harder during hunts, swim farther, hold your breath longer as if exhaustion is something you can earn.
It feels good, at first. Control feels good. You tell yourself you are being strong. Disciplined. Better.
But strength begins to feel like shaking hands when you string your bow. Discipline feels like dizziness when you stand too quickly. Better feels like watching your family eat together while your stomach twists and you tell yourself you donât need it.
You donât realize your father is watching. Jake doesnât say anything for days. He just observes.
The way you move food around instead of finishing it. The way you linger behind after meals. The way your collarbones have become sharper beneath your skin. The way you snap at Loâak when he jokes about you being âlight enough to blow away.â
He says nothing. Until one morning during training, you miss. Your arrow drops early. Your vision swims and the world tilts. You wake up on the sand. Your father is kneeling over you. His voice is low. Controlled. Too controlled. âWhen was the last time you ate?â
You look away. âIâm fine.â He doesnât yell. That would have been easier.
Instead, he exhales slowly and sits back on his heels, eyes scanning your face like heâs trying to read something written there.
âYou think I donât see it?â he asks quietly. You feel irritation spark. âI said Iâm fine.â He nods once. âOkay.â Thatâs it.
He stands and walks away.And somehow that hurts worse than if he had shouted.
That night, Neytiri finds you alone. Youâre sitting near the water, knees pulled to your chest, watching the tide roll in and out like itâs breathing for you. She sits beside you without speaking. For a long time, she just stays. Then her fingers gently lift your chin. âYou are fading,â she says softly.
The words pierce deeper than any accusation. âIâm not,â you insist, but your voice is thinner than you want it to be. Her thumb brushes over your cheek.
âWhen you were small,â she murmurs, âyou would eat with both hands. You would laugh with your mouth full.â Her eyes shine in the moonlight. âNow you shrink from what keeps you alive.â
You swallow. âItâs not like that.â âThen tell me what it is." You donât have an answer. Because the truth is messy.
Because sometimes you feel like too much too loud, too soft, too weak, too not Neteyam, too not Kiri, too not anything.
Because controlling your body feels easier than controlling the noise in your head. Because hunger feels cleaner than fear. You donât say any of that.
You just whisper, âI donât feel right.â Neytiri pulls you into her arms immediately. âYou are my daughter,â she says fiercely. âYou are right because you exist.â You break then. Not loudly. Not dramatically.
But your body shakes against hers, and she holds you like she did when you were small enough to fit entirely against her chest.
Your siblings find out the next morning. Loâak is angry first. Not at you. At himself.
âWhy didnât you tell us?â he demands, pacing. âWeâre your family.â Neteyam is quieter. He sits beside you, shoulder brushing yours gently. âYou donât have to earn your place,â he says softly. Kiri just takes your hand and doesnât let go.
Tuk climbs into your lap like she always has and says, âYouâre already my favorite sister.â It makes you laugh through tears. Jake stands at the entrance of the marui, watching all of you. He looks wrecked. Later, when itâs just the two of you, he sits across from you and rests his forearms on his knees. âYou think being smaller makes you safer?â he asks quietly.
You flinch. âI didnât say that.â âYou didnât have to.â Silence stretches between you. âYou donât disappear on my watch,â he says finally. âNot like this.â There is no anger in his voice now. Only fear and something else. Helplessness.
Thatâs what breaks you the most. âI donât know how to stop,â you admit. Itâs barely audible. Jake nods slowly. âThen we figure it out together.â
Healing is not instant. There are hard days. Days when you want to skip meals again. Days when the mirror feels like an enemy. Days when training feels easier than sitting still with your thoughts. But you are not alone anymore. Your father sits with you when you eat.
Not watching. Just there. Your mother braids your hair and reminds you how strong your body is, how it carries you through forest and sea.
Neteyam brings you fruit without comment, just placing it beside you before walking away like itâs nothing. Loâak challenges you to swim not to exhaust you, but to laugh with you. Kiri sleeps beside you when the thoughts are loud. Tuk insists you share her portions.
You begin to realize something slowly. You were never too much. You were never not enough. You were just hurting.
And hurting does not mean weak. It means Naâvi or simply alive. One evening, as you sit with your family beneath the glowing tendrils of the reef, Jake nudges your shoulder gently. âYouâre still here,â he says. You glance at him. âSo are you.â He smiles faintly. âYeah,â he replies. âAnd thatâs the point.â
