That's My Type

I take requests!! 21 (finally) ......... 💗Wrecker Girlie💗 trying to make friends!!

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waitt guys I bet writing is easier high, idk why I haven't tried this before

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I love weed, that's all I want to say

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Can you take it?

Wrecker x Plus Size! Fem Reader

This was inspired by my favorite blog @tanobatcher specifically, their tik tok headcanons "Bumping into the clones at 79's". Go watch the video on their page here (it's so good!!) and I would genuinely suggest reading everything on their blog if you like reader x clones content and for some reason haven't happened to stumble upon them.

Wrecker's headcanon is what inspired this little fic, which is what would happen next after he bumps into you.

I really aspire to someday be as good a writer as AJ, but I am nowhere close yet and I know this story is a bit cheesy and all happens a little fast. However, I enjoyed indulging myself writing it (and really that's all that matters). Hope some of you enjoy the read !!

Warnings/Notes: NSFW, some mild food play (but nothing serious, just avoid if you don't like any food references), fluffy fluff with smut, no use of y/n just "you" and lots of pet names for reader

5300ish words.

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"Woah, sorry gorgeous!" Wrecker said as he helped the woman at his feet up. He had accidentally smacked right into you on his way back from the refresher. He was immediately struck at how lovely you were, curves hugged by her floaty dress, dipping neckline, beautiful hair, and kind face. Exactly his type. But you looked entirely unimpressed that he'd just knocked you right into the floor, your frown almost looking out of place on your face.

"Gorgeous huh…. not funny", you said, sighing and turned on your heels, going to sit with two younger looking girls at a booth.

Wrecker felt a little guilty, not really sure why you hadn't responded well to his apology, but decided to let you go back to your friends. However, even once he had sat back down with his brothers he couldn't stop looking at you across the room, just sitting quietly while the two girls you were with accepted drinks and chatted animatedly to some regs.

Echo tapped Wrecker's arm with his scomp.

"You're staring", Echo noted, unimpressed judgement clear in his tone, "Why don't you just go talk to her?"

"She seemed mad when I spoke to her earlier I don't wanna upset her", Wrecker sighed, looking defeated, fidgeting.

"What did she say?", Echo asked, tone softening.

"Well, I said, 'sorry gorgeous' when I helped her up, and she said kinda just 'huh not funny' and walked away?"

Echo paused thoughtfully, "I think she may have thought you were making fun of her"

Wrecker's jaw dropped open in disbelief, "What!! But I would never…?"

"Look" Echo said, sighing, "the two girls she's with have men all over them and she's sitting alone. I wonder if she just wasn't expecting a compliment? I am no expert, but maybe try again, she might have thought you weren't serious"

Wrecker considered this. Why would someone as beautiful as you not expect a compliments? But he decided to trust Echo and if he thought you might talk to him - Wrecker wanted to try. He gathered his nerves, and wandered over to your table, having to stand slightly behind the booth to talk to you as you were blocked in by one of the other girls and their admirers. The awkward angle making his nerves even worse, panic rising in his chest.

"Um, hello again", Wrecker said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. You turned to look at him, recognition washing over your face.

"Oh, hi big guy", you smiled tentatively, much warmer than earlier Wrecker noted, hoping that was a good sign, "I don't think I got your name while I was on the floor"

He chuckled nervously, "It's Wrecker"

You laughed, the warm sound settling his nerves, "Sounds about right", and introduced yourself.

"Look, Wrecker, you don't have to apologize again I know you didn't mean to knock me over, and I assume you were just being nice…"

"…I really think you're gorgeous", he cut you off quickly, a panicked look on his face, "I wasn't being rude or anythin". He rubbed the back of his neck again, a small bead of sweat pooling on his forehead, "Look, uh I'm sorry if I maybe I made you uncomfortable before, but I would really like if you'd come have a drink with me and my brothers? Let me cheer you up"

You smiled at how earnest he sounded, "I was going to say that I am sorry if I was a bit rude, it's been…. a night… but that sounds lovely actually. I could use a distraction."

He beamed. You registered how attractive he was when he smiled, relief written all over his handsome face.

You stood and shimmied past the girl next to you and the other clones, Wrecker watching the lovely sway of your hips closely. You quickly said something to the girl you were with, who waved you off dismissively, turning back to the clone in front of her.

Wrecker extended his hand, and you smiled, taking it to guide you through the crowd across the room.

"Those girls are my sisters friends", you explained as you walked with him over to his table, avoiding regs carefully as you moved through the room. You noted that Wrecker clearly attracted stares from the clones around but he ignored them, clearly used to being looked at. "When you bumped into me earlier my sister had just cancelled on us last minute, something about a surprise from her boyfriend, and I was a bit grumpy I was left with them. They're nice girls, but a bit oblivious to their friends uncool older sister when there's a bunch of men interested in them. I don't… I'm not usually… I just got a bit defensive. Really I was trying to decide if I just went home"

"Just happy we're talkin' now", Wrecker confirmed, giving your hand a small squeeze, happy he hadn't blown his chances yet.

He led you over to his brothers, who greeted you politely as you introduced yourself, and Wrecker sat you in the booth next to Echo letting go of your hand.

"Lemme get you a drink, whatcha like?"

You smiled, "I'll drink anything - surprise me"

Wrecker grinned, saluting, "Yes ma'am", making you giggle. He noticed his stomach flutter when you laughed, fighting the urge to reach out and squish your cute cheeks.

"…and another round for the rest of us" Crosshair insisted, tapping the side of his empty glass. Wrecker groaned but nodded, heading in the direction of the bar.

"So, tell us about yourself? Wrecker doesn't bring girls over often", Echo said, turning to you.

You laughed, "Covering for him?"

"No, he usually scares them off" Crosshair scoffed.

"I'm not easily scared", you laughed, "I am a translator for a senator - they prefer as few droids as possible so I perform that function instead. You are all much less scary than a table of angry politicians debating trade routes"

When Wrecker returned to the table, tray of drinks in hand, Tech had engaged you in an intense conversation on the nuances of various language linguistics and the others were talking amongst themselves.

"Pretty and smart", Echo whispered, raising an eyebrow suggestively as Wrecker handed the drinks around. The pink blush on your cheeks indicated Echo may not have been subtle, and Wrecker's heart fluttered at the sight of you talking animatedly with his brothers.

You turned to him next to you in the booth as he enthusiastically slid a bright green drink in front of you, tipping your face up to look right into his eyes to thank him. His breath caught slightly as he looked at you, and the nerves hit quickly again, unsure what to say next, suddenly wishing he was more like Tech who always seemed to be able to produce words from thin air.

You broke the silence, still smiling up at him,"Tell me about your adventures? I'd like to hear what kind of trouble the Bad Batch gets itself into"

That, he could do, and Wrecker launched into tales of Clone Force 99's escapades, with the rest of the squad butting in to correct details here and there. As the night began to wind down, the two of you started talking in your own little bubble, about favorite planets and food, leaning closer and closer together. You were turned facing him as much as you could on the bench, leaning forward, arm relaxed on the back of the seat. Wrecker settled into the warmth of your attention, slipping a hand up to touch your arm.

"Try my drink", you suggested, sliding the glass towards him. Wrecker grinned, taking a sip excitedly and slid his over to you, "Try mine!"

You grabbed the glass, wrapping your lips around the straw slowly, and took a sip, maintaining eye contact as you made a small sound of satisfaction and swallowed around the liquid. Wrecker almost slid off the bench, feeling his dick twitch in his pants as he took a deep breath and started distracting himself by talking again, willing the impending boner away. The small smirk on your face indicated you knew exactly what you were doing, and Wrecker knew he was in big, big trouble.

A slight grumble from his stomach broke the comfortable chat. You grinned, noting the red blush across his face. He was so cute, the blush looking out of place on a big battle worn soldier.

"Want to get out of here and get something to eat? I know a diner nearby?", you suggested.

"Yes!!", he said excitedly, "I'm starvin"

Crosshair scoffed from across the table as the two of you slid out, Wrecker extending a hand to help you slide off the bench.

"You're always starving"

"Kriff off, Crosshair", Wrecker said, and you noticed he hadn't let your hand go.

"Remember we're on leave tomorrow, I don't need to see you first thing" Hunter smiled, "Have a good night you two".

You blushed a little at the implication of Hunter's words but ignored them, and said goodbye. Still hand in hand, Wrecker guided you out of the bar, his large frame a very welcome protective shadow around you as you stepped out into the cool night air, your silky dress not doing much to protect you from the temperature.

"Diner isn't far from here, but would you like to maybe grab food and eat at my apartment? Then we can keep talking, maybe watch something? Hunter said you don't have to be up early", you asked, noting he still hadn't dropped your hand, and instead had pulled you closer as you walked.

"You want me to come back to your place?", he asked, a hesitant underlying question in his voice.

"I mean I don't want it to be weird…. but I thought maybe it might be nice, less pressure than being in public", you clarified, suddenly nervous.

"I'd love to", he squeezed your hand as you rounded the corner to the Diner.

He paused briefly outside, staring at the bright colorful menu screen, confusion clear across crinkled eyebrows, "I dunno what to get, help me?"

You grinned, "Oh picking the best greasy diner food is my specialty"

He chuckled, "Eating is mine, decisions not so much"

You guided him inside, ordering for you both (you assumed that doubling your usual order for Wrecker would be about right). You settled next to the counter to wait and shivered slightly, still feeling the cool night air. Wrecker noticed, and looped his arms around your waist from behind, "Is this ok?"

You leaned back, head resting on his chest and you looked up into his face, smiling shyly, "It's very ok".

His chest was warm through his civilian clothes, hard and solid behind you. His thick arms wrapped all the way around you, the warmth spreading through you.

"You're so warm, don't let go of me", you said, leaning back into his chest contentedly.

Wrecker laughed, "Say that to every man you take home?", he whispered in your ear.

You laughed, shoving his arms playfully, "No!! I don't do stuff like this, ever"

He squeezed you tighter to stop your wriggling as you laughed and he kissed the top of your head, "I don't do stuff like this either… but there is something about ya, I dunno you just feel right"

You froze, heart pounding at his admission. He started to loosen his grip on you just as the serving droid called your order number.

Wrecker grabbed the bags off the counter, handing your drink over and scooping his into his other hand, putting a little bit of space between you. You wondered if you put him off, if maybe your body had not been as appealing as he thought it was close up.

"Alright then, lead the way little lady"

You laughed awkwardly, hoping to save the moment with something self depreciating, "Not sure about little…"

Wrecker frowned, concern washing over this features, "Well, I'm a big guy, so pretty much everyone is little to me, I could pick you right up"

You raised your eyebrow, "I'm way too heavy, there's no way you could"

He paused, taking your drink from you and putting everything down at a table for a moment, squatting in front of you. Heart racing, you closed your eyes slightly at what he was about to say, bracing yourself for the impending rejection.

"Get on my back"

Your eyes flew open, staring at him in disbelief for a second, "What?"

He grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him as he looked into your eyes at your level, "Get on my back"

"Wrecker I will crush you - I can't do that…"

His face turned more serious than it had been all night, "Sweetheart, I have lifted entire ships with my bare hands. You could be twice as heavy as you are and I could still lift you. You're incredibly beautiful as you are, and if you don't mind I'd really like to be a sort of gentleman and carry you back to your apartment"

A deep blush spread across your face, but his earnest reassurance was convincing, this man not appearing to be able to lie even if he wanted to. You wanted the night to continue, and decided to trust him.

"Ok", you agreed, almost a whisper.

Wrecker beamed, joy spreading across his face, and he pulled your hands toward him, looping them around his neck. He turned with your hands still in place, and slipped his arms behind your legs. You jumped slightly, and suddenly you were in the air, legs wrapped around his waist in a piggy back. His broad, strong back didn't snap or groan as he stood despite your worry, he was lifting you like you weighed nothing.

"Oh", you breathed out in disbelief.

"Told you sweetheart", he adjusted you slightly so he could let his hands go, grabbing the food and drinks, "You good?"

"I'm good", you confirmed, a wave of attraction suddenly hitting you as you realized just how easily this man could throw you around.

He started to walk you both, ducking under the doorway on your exit, taking your directions to the apartment. You snuck your hand into one of the greasy bags and fed him chips as he carried you, Wrecker kissing the tips of your fingers every time he grabbed one making you giggle.

He squatted so you could get down once you reached your building, and you hopped down (probably not very gracefully). He stayed close to you, his big hand moving to your waist as you put in the building code and got into the elevator. He didn't want to stop touching you, and your lean into his side as he held you seemed that you didn't want to stop touching him either.

You got the code to your door open, and the light on, kicking off your heels, and Wrecker looked around at your small but cozy apartment.

"It's so cute in here", he said looking around at your trinkets and personal items scattered around, "But what if I break something?"

You smiled, "It wouldn't matter at all, homes are for living in. It is a bit messy in here though, sorry…"

Wrecker chuckled lightly, "You should see our barracks, this is nothing. Echo is always on me about cleaning up"

"Come on" you said, grabbing him by the hand to sit, pausing for a moment to let him get his boots off. You sat on your fluffy rug, pulling a large knitted blanket off the sofa over your shoulders, patting the space beside you for him to join. He sat beside you, wrapping his arm around you underneath the blanket.

"Comfy?" You asked, snuggling your face into his shoulder.

"Very", he said, as you got the food open in front of you both, handing him his (first) burger, and reaching to turn the holo on, flipping to a fighting channel.

"You don't have to pick that for me, we can watch whatever you like", Wrecker's voice muffled between bites, already almost finished his first burger, tipping it towards you to try.

You laughed, taking a bite, "My dad taught me to box when I was a little girl, I watch fights all the time. Although I'm not as good as I used to be."

Wrecker's mouth dropped open, staring at you in disbelief, "Sweetheart, I didn't think you could get any more perfect, and you're tell me you also like to fight?"

You laughed, "Only for exercise, not properly, I just hit a bag and I don't spar much these days. But it's fun! Good way to get the frustrations out"

He shook his head in disbelief, clearly impressed, and took a huge sip of his drink offering it to you which you accepted. You sat comfortably under the blanket together, snuggled into his solid body, snacking as you narrated the fights together, watching the lights of the city get darker through your curtains as the night moved on.

The food spread out between you, you giggled as he handed you a chip, kissing the end of his fingers like he had with yours earlier. You noticed his pupils blow wide at the gesture, warmth spreading through you at the touch of his finger tips on your face.

He stretched his hand out again, handing you another chip. This time, you let your tongue come out to receive it, running along his finger as he put the food in your mouth and maintaining eye contact as you did. A small gasp left him at the sensation, "Kriff, sweetheart keep that up and I won't be able to keep my hands off you"

The temperature in the room felt like it had turned up several degrees, both suddenly aware of your proximity.

You decided to be brave and take control of what happened next. Smiling cheekily, you watched as he grabbed another chip, and pulled yourself up onto your knees as he placed it in your mouth. Instead of kissing his fingers this time, you opened your mouth wide and took his fingers inside, sucking around the digits for a moment and letting him pull them out with a wet pop. He let out an audible groan, head tipping backwards to touch the couch behind you, blanket falling from around his shoulders.

"Maybe I want your hands on me", you said, leaning forward to kiss his scarred ear, and his cheek with his head still tipped back. He turned to you, holding your eye contact for a moment for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he tugged you over, thighs stretched wide to straddle his lap.

You gasped as your center suddenly pressed down into him, hard length already pressing up through his pants. Slightly nervous to crush him, you held your weight up, and tipped back so your stomach wasn't so obviously pressing against him. He made a displeased sound, and lifted his thighs slightly, sliding you forward to press your chest into his, and forcing you to drop more of your weight into this lap.

"I can hold you, lovely, you can put your full weight on me", he reassured you. You pressed yourself closer and he sighed in satisfaction, big hands on your back holding you close, "I like it"

Your arms went around his neck, your foreheads touching, and his hands started roaming down your sides, along your back to cup your ass, and back up to your face.

"Usually when things like this happen, which is not often, my body gets in the way and it's a problem", you admitted nervously, "I don't want to crush you"

Wrecker frowned, serious look on his face again.

"A problem? I've wanted to touch ya like this all night, wanted you on top of me. Sounds to me like they just don't know how to appreciate a woman"

You blushed and leaning forward rocked your hips slightly, your core rubbing along his length making you both groan.

"This is ok though, you're ok yeah?", he asked, hands pausing their exploration.

Rather than a response, you grabbed another chip from the disguarded bag beside you both, and placing it between your lips you leaned forward and extended it to him so he would grab the other end. You gently pressed your lips together over the food. You pulled back giggling, finishing chewing as his hand brought your face forward to kiss him, lips sliding together like you always belonged in his lap. You made out like that, tongues meeting, hips tipping down to chase the pressure. You could feel his big his length was, and it made you squirm in his lap again, eliciting a groan from him.

"I really like how soft you are", he whispered, separating your lips to press kisses down your neck, creeping towards the straps of your dress, hands sliding to cup your breasts, "You're so perfect"

You sighed at the sensations, of his hands squeezing your breasts, grinding down against him. He kissed along your collarbone, sucking and biting, until he reached the strap of your dress, "Need this off".

You reached down to the hem, and in one fluid motion, pulled it up and off your body, throwing it to pool on the floor. Suddenly you wished you'd worn something prettier than a basic strapless bra underneath, but Wrecker didn't seem to mind as he bucked his hips up into yours again and reached around to get the back of your bra undone.

Just as he got your bra off, you reached between you both to tug on his shirt, and push your hands up under it, encouraging him to pull it over his head and off.

You shifted forward to press your bare chest to his, a little shy about your stomach between you both. Wrecker didn't seem to mind, as he cupped and squeezed at your breasts, pinching your nipples and groaning into your neck as you slid your hands along the hard muscles planes of his body, grinding your hips down.

"You're so handsome, so big", you gasped as he bit your neck and pinched your nipples, "You're already making me feel so good"

He moaned loudly at the praise, and paused his ministrations to lift you off his lap, gently laying you down on the rug on your back. He scooped the blanket from nearby and tucked it under your head, smiling as he checked you were comfortable. Your heart swelled at the sweet gesture, but you still squirmed under his gaze, a little exposed. He just smiled, covering your body with his larger one looming on top of you.

"Let me make you feel good, sweetheart", he pleaded, leaning down to kiss you again.

"Yes", you agreed, "Wrecker, please"

He smiled, pupils blown as he warmly kissed your forehead, "I reckon I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy right now"

He started kissing across your face, and down your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples as he went. He trailed down your stomach, holding your hips as you squirmed and he trailed scattered kisses across the soft fat and stretch marks there. You had never felt so wanted, wetness pooling between your legs as he continued down your body, until he was pressing kisses inside your thighs, your small gasps and whines encouraging him to slide your panties down and off exposing your wet pussy to him.

Using one hand to keep your thighs wide, he started with one long lick against you, and you gasped, hands coming down to grip the rug as he started to devour you. The wet sounds his mouth was making against you were obscene and although you wanted to feel self conscious, the enthusiasm with which he was putting into this was so reassuring you decided not to question and relax.

He continued, slipping a finger inside against his mouth and you moaned at the intrusion, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge with every moment.

He must have noticed you were getting close as he pulled off for a second, swirling his thumb around your clit with his finger still inside, "Gonna come for me pretty? Come on"

You moaned his name, as his mouth started again along with his fingers, and you broke, hips grinding down to chase the friction clenching around him. He groaned into your core, letting you ride out the feeling against his face for a moment before he came up for air, slipping his finger out to kiss you.

"You make the nicest sounds, so good", you moaned at the praise, tugging him down to kiss you thoroughly again.

"Want more now please? Please, Wrecker", you begged.

"Gotta prep you a little more to take me sweet girl, I'm pretty big", he looked a little sheepish at the admission.

"I can take it", you pleaded.

"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart"

His insistence peaked your interest, and you wiggled closer to him, getting your hand down to the top of his pants and tugging, "I want to see"

He raised an eyebrow, and shifted back to get his pants and boxers off. His hard member sprang free, long and thick in between you.

"Ohhhhh yes", you groaned, coming up on to your knees and pushing him back down against the rug, hand sliding along his body as you stared at his dick.

"Still think you can take it?" He asked, smugly, although a hint of his nerves from earlier seemed to slip through.

"Absolutely", you locked eye contact with him as your mouth crept closer, hot breath ghosting over his member as you gave him some experimental licks, enjoying his reactions. Eventually, you took him down as deep as you could manage, using a hand for the excess. You started swirling your tongue as he shuddered, hand sliding down to grip your hair.

"Kriff, baby that is so good", he groaned as you continued to bob your head up and down, guided by his big hand holding your hair. As you managed a particularly deep suck, he bucked his hips up and you gagged slightly, pulling back just enough to breathe before going straight back in.

"Ok?" He asked, pulling your head back slightly so you could respond.

"I'm good" you confirmed, spit dripping down your chin, "You can move, you won't break me"

He moaned as you dove back in getting a few more minutes, gently bucking his hips up into your mouth.

He suddenly pulled you up and off him again, rolling you over and covering you with his body again, not hesitating to slip a finger back inside your walls abruptly.

"But I wanted to keep going", you whined, wiggling at the sudden intrusion of his finger.

"Another time lovely, but I wanna last, and if you didn't stop it was going to be over a bit too soon", he chuckled, sliding a second finger inside you as you gasped, adjusting around the thick digits. He thrust them in and out, curling to find that spot inside you as he added a third, your moans getting louder as you felt the initial stretch before your body accommodated his fingers.

Your brain finally caught up to you, "Another time?", you struggled out in between moans and gasps as he stretched his fingers inside you to get you used to the feeling of them.

"Of course I wanna see you again", he confessed, "I wasn't kidding when I said I was lucky"

"Good", you confirmed, and he kissed you deeply, as he pumped his fingers steadily in and out of you, "me too".

Once he seemed satisfied that you were prepped enough, and you felt like a moaning boneless mess underneath him, he pulled his fingers out. You whined at the loss, feeling yourself clench around nothing as he cleaned his fingers off with his mouth.

"How do you want me?", he asked, shuffling back kneeling in front of you.

You rolled over, crawling forward, and putting yourself on your hands and knees on the rug wiggling your ass back to bump into him.

"Wanna feel you deep", you said, "Oh and I'm safe by the way"

He ran a hand over his face, groaning, "Kriff, sweetheart, you're gonna kill me"

You wiggled your hips again, pressing back to rub against his length, but he grabbed your hips to hold them still.

"I'll go slow, tell me if it's too much"

You nodded eagerly, your words cut off as he started to slide inside of you. Your moans got louder as he bottomed out, big hands gripping the fat around your hips to pull you back into him.

"Move, you can move please please", you groaned desperately as you adjusted to him, trying to rock back slightly yourself but his hands held you firm.

"Taking me so good pretty girl", he said, starting to thrust gently at first, controlling the pace, giving you time.

"Hard Wrecker, please please I can take it, feels so good", you gasped as he sped up, fucking you deeper and harder as you fell apart around him. He loved the way your ass jiggled with every thrust, giving it a little smack.

Your hands wobbled slightly, and he leant forward to scoop a hand underneath your sweaty body, pressing him closer and helping you stay up as he fucked into you at a brutal pace, bodies slapping obscenely. You really hoped your neighbours couldn't hear you falling apart on the floor of your living room. He kissed along your ear and neck, the sweet gesture a contrast to the intense thrusts.

The pressure started to build, and you could feel yourself getting close, clenching around him as you did. His movements were becoming sloppier and less controlled, as he approached the edge himself. He gasped your name as you clenched around him, his hand on your hip coming down to rub uncoordinated circles over your clit as he fucked you.

"Come for me gorgeous", he whined into your ear, and you shattered, twitching and moaning, with him falling apart immediately after you with a roar, thrusts eventually slowing as you felt him fill you.

You both collapsed on the rug, Wrecker rolling off you slightly but keeping an arm around you, pressing little kisses to the back of your head.

"You ok?", he asked as you rolled over to look at him. You looked an absolute fucked out mess, and he thought it was the cutest you had looked all night.

"Maybe you did break me", you said breathlessly, and he chuckled, kissing your sweaty forehead.

The comfortable silence settled over you both as you lay facing each other.

"Stay the night?", you whispered, reaching to run your fingers over the scars on his face, "I'll make breakfast".

Wrecker nodded as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of your fingers, "Breakfast too? Might ask ya to marry me right now"

You laughed, and he opened his eyes suddenly, concerned, "Will your bed fit me?"

You smiled, "Yes, although we might have to be pretty close together"

He chuckled and stood, stretching and cracking his back. Avoiding the discarded remains of your late night snacks, he picked you right up off the floor as you squealed, wrapping your limbs around him.

"Staying close to you sounds great, cyar'ika"

You pressed your lips to his neck and pointed in the approximate direction of your bedroom and bathroom.

"Mando'a huh?", you smiled into this chest.

"Mmm I forgot you're smart too", he mumbled into your hair making you laugh, "Maybe tomorrow you can show me some boxing moves?"

You yawned into his chest, "Think you can take me big guy?"

He gently slapped your ass, making you laugh into his chest again, "Absolutely".

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Beach Time

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x girlfriend!reader

summary: On vacation, you don‘t feel as comfortable in your body as you expected, but your boyfriend reminds you that there is nothing you need to worry about.

word count: 1.4k

warnings/tags: body image insecurities, some angst, mostly fluff, bucky is an amazing boyfriend

author‘s note: I wrote this about two weeks ago when I bought myself a new bikini for the summer, decided to post it now because me and my best friend went to the lake today and when I put my bikini on at home I didn‘t actually want to go anymore. I still had so much fun with her today, so maybe let this be your reminder that the way your body looks in a bathing suit doesn‘t determine wether or not you‘re gonna have a good time.

I figured that I‘m probably not the only one struggling with this kind of stuff now that it‘s getting warmer again and hope that if you can relate, this will help you feel a little more comfortable in your own skin again- just like it‘s supposed to be.

dividers by @chateaubarnes

"Sweetheart, are you ready? The others are already down at the beach."

Even though his voice is muffled, you can hear Bucky loud and clear through the door. He is probably sitting on your shared bed, waiting for you to finally come out so the two of you can start your vacation as well, but you don't feel ready to come out just yet.

Bucky doesn't come in, either, which you appreciate. Even though the door isn't locked, it's closed for a reason.

You have been staring at the mirror for the last five minutes and with every second you keep looking at your reflection, the urge to just stay in the beach house grows.

You know that you don't actually want that, at least not really.

This is the first time that the whole team is on vacation together, your first vacation with Bucky, and you don't want to miss a second of it.

Still, you can't really bring yourself to look away from the mirror.

You know that your body looks good in your bikini. The colour looked amazing on you when you'd tried it on in the store and will look even better as soon as you'll have a little tan to your skin. 

It compliments you well, the bottoms showing off the curve of your hips whilst the top holds your breasts perfectly, showingi off the curves of your body that you know damn well always drive Bucky crazy.

You've grown to like the way your body looked, though it hasn't always been that way.

But right now, you could feel an all too familiar knot in your stomach starting to tighten again.

Your body isn't the problem, at least not exactly.

But it feels like your skin is.

In the bright light of the sun shining through the window, you are painfully conscious of how pale you actually look. 

The purple stretchmarks spreading over your skin stand out more than they usually would, exposed and uncovered for everyone to see.

And they're everywhere.

On the soft skin of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your breast. 

You didn't usually mind them too much- there is nothing you can do about them, after all. 

Plus, you have an amazing boyfriend who reassures you more often that you can count just how beatiful you are.

Rationally, you know that they are nothing to be ashamed of.

Unfortunately, insecurities barely ever have something to do with logic.

The longer you look into the mirror, the more flaws you detect. Suddenly, your thighs feel too thick and you don't feel like the shade of your bikini is flattering anymore. Now, all it does is show just how dark the marks on your pale skin are, how soft the curves of your body actually look. The strap of your top sits too tightly against your neck and you you don't feel like the bikini fits as well as you thought it did anymore.

Is it too much? Are you showing too much cleavage? What if you were wrong and Bucky doesn't like it? Even worse, what if he's going to be embarassed by the way you look?

"Doll, can I come in?" His voice is even closer now, and you're assuming that he is standing right at the door now, his hand probably already resting against the handle.

You really don't want him to come in, but you also can't bring yourself to say anything, not wanting him to see you like this but also unable to think of an excuse that would make him stay outside.

Or just go to the beach without you, preferably.

You see the door open in the reflection of the mirror, slow enough for you to stop him if you really wanted to. You don't, though, and just watch as Bucky enters the bathroom, his shirtless figure almost taking in the entire doorway.

For five very long seconds, all he does is stare at you.

His pupils widen visibly as he swallows, eyes running over your body appreciatively. 

You know him almost better than you know yourself and you are well aware of what those things mean.

Technically.

"Should I just put on a shirt?"

The question slips out without you actually meaning to ask it and Bucky's expression turns into one of surprise and shock so quicky, it would be funny if you didn't feel so horribly insecure right now.

"What? No, of course not. Why would you do that?"

You only shrug as words fail you, your throat tightening as your eyes start to burn uncomfortably.

Bucky, perceptive as he is, notices immediately and crosses the distance between you in three quick steps. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You hate how emotional you are getting over this. The vacation is supposed to be fun, damnit, and here you are, crying on the first day.

"C'mon sweetheart, look at me. What's going on?"

When you still don't lift your gaze from where you are staring at the floor, you feel Bucky's finger nudge against your chin and the gesture is so gentle it makes you want to cry even more.

The second your eyes meet his, you can't really keep it in anymore. 

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

Admittably, you could have phrased that a little better, which the look on Bucky's face immediately confirms.

"Why on god's green earth would you think that? Sweetheart, you're-" An incredelous laugh slips past his lips as his eyes run up and down his body again. "You're the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my whole life. You're etheral. I could look at nothing but you for the rest of my life and I would never get sick of it"

Despite his words- or maybe because of them, you're not entirely sure, tears slip down your eyes despite your efforts to hold them back. 

Bucky cradles your face in both of his hands now, carefully wiping them away. "Where is this coming from, doll?"

"I just-" Your voice breaks and you try to calm yourself down at least a little bit, taking a deep breath. "I don't like the way my body looks in the bikini. The color feels off, my thighs look fat and you can see my stretchmarks, Bucky. All of them."

You can see how your boyfriend's eyes soften in real time and for a second, you are distracted by how his face changes with it. 

"Doll, I can assure you that there is not a single part of your body that you would need to be ashamed of."

That makes you laugh a little now, even though you're pretty sure it sounds more like a sob. "Your opinion doesn't count. You're biased."

Happy that he at least got something close to a laugh out of you, Bucky smiles. "Hell yeah I am biased. I've seen and memorised every single inch of that beatiful body. As a matter of fact, my opinion counts the most. I'm an expert when it comes to you. And as an expert, I am telling you that this bikini looks stunning on you." 

His hands both start to roam over your body, even though his eyes stay fixed on your face.

"I'm serious, love. I ain't a religious man, never have been, but when it comes to you? I could worship you for the rest of my life and I'd die happier than I ever could be."

You know that Bucky could be shameless when it came to you, but this?

He really isn't playing fair.

"Tell me something." Bucky's tone shifts into something a little more serious now, though not less gentle. "Do I mean less to you because of my scars? Because of the prosthetic?"

The thought alone seems almot offending, so you immediately shake your head. "Of course not."

"Exactly," Bucky agrees. "And the same goes for me. I love your stretch marks just as much as I love every other part of your body. And those thighs?" Bucky squeezes them like he can't help himself. "I adore them. Your curves are beautiful, just as every other part of you. And the way you look right now- sweetheart, if it was up to me, I'd lay you down on our bed right fucking now and show you exactly how much this is getting to me."

Your thighs clench at the thought and Bucky grins, because of course he would notice that. "And I'll do that tonight, sweetheart. But now, all I wanna do is go down to the beach and enjoy some time with my girl. Sound like a plan to you?"

"Yeah" A laugh slips out of you, all your prior the doubts not gone but your thoughts definitely quieter now. "Thanks, Buck."

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

[evvergreen]

tumblr is the website for if you're just someone's weird sister

[vithe-potato]

She's backkk

I've gotten so many requests in the past few months and oh my gosh they are such good ideas! Also, I'm almost at a follower milestone!! I'm almost out of a situationship with an evil man that's been eating up all of my tumblr time, so my question is...

Would you guys still be interested in Avatar (me answering the requests?)

Yes! I love you Vi leave that evil man and write!

Boo! I have other interests now (If so leave new requests)

I'm here for The Bad Batch stuff (IF SO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH)

Voting ended onApr 8

Either way, interact with this please I love you guysss!

[vithe-potato]

Update: I am now said evil man's girlfriend and im basically in love with him so that's where ive been since making this post lmao

Im still going to start writing again though because hes not putting me through emotional turmoil anymore (dispite the fact that now hes long distance) so yayy!!

[vithe-potato]

Update #2: uhm so the emotional turmoil didn't stop, and we broke up so I'm slowly getting over it. Maybe I'll actually start writing again. Men suck. Half a year down the drain yay.

[vithe-potato]

She's backkk

I've gotten so many requests in the past few months and oh my gosh they are such good ideas! Also, I'm almost at a follower milestone!! I'm almost out of a situationship with an evil man that's been eating up all of my tumblr time, so my question is...

Would you guys still be interested in Avatar (me answering the requests?)

Yes! I love you Vi leave that evil man and write!

Boo! I have other interests now (If so leave new requests)

I'm here for The Bad Batch stuff (IF SO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH)

Voting ended onApr 8

Either way, interact with this please I love you guysss!

[vithe-potato]

Update: I am now said evil man's girlfriend and im basically in love with him so that's where ive been since making this post lmao

Im still going to start writing again though because hes not putting me through emotional turmoil anymore (dispite the fact that now hes long distance) so yayy!!

[vithe-potato]

She's backkk

I've gotten so many requests in the past few months and oh my gosh they are such good ideas! Also, I'm almost at a follower milestone!! I'm almost out of a situationship with an evil man that's been eating up all of my tumblr time, so my question is...

Would you guys still be interested in Avatar (me answering the requests?)

Yes! I love you Vi leave that evil man and write!

Boo! I have other interests now (If so leave new requests)

I'm here for The Bad Batch stuff (IF SO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH)

Voting ended onApr 8

Either way, interact with this please I love you guysss!

[jackmaniaman]

Why you pouting big guy?

[m9yaa]

⤷ neteyam x fem!human!scientist! reader

- cw: lower case intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, humans can breathe the air, virgin!reader, mention of masturbation, neteyam keeps talking about his imagination, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cum eating, dirty talk, size difference (not explicitly mentioned but reader is human soo), neteyam’s kinda possessive, slight belly bulging. let me know if i missed anything!

- an: apologies if this seems rushed. also, so sad we only got glimpses of neteyam in the third movie, i miss my mannn.

- wc: 4.5k

- summary: you and neteyam were inseparable as children. like spider, you were a human left behind, raised among the omatikaya, growing up with pandora as the only home you ever truly knew. when quaritch and the recoms forced jake sully and his family to flee, neteyam disappeared with them, leaving you behind for years of silence and unanswered feelings.

that is, until he returns.

༻༺

you don’t remember a time before pandora.

the forest has always been there in your memories. the hum of insects at dusk, the way the leaves glowed beneath your bare feet, the smell of rain clinging to everything. you learned the paths before you learned to read, learned which branches could hold your weight, which plants to avoid, which ones neteyam swore were “harmless” right before you proved him wrong.

neteyam had always been there too, along with kiri, lo’ak, tuk and spider of course.

you grew up at his side, trailing after him and his siblings like it was the most natural thing in the world. he taught you how to climb when your human hands slipped, how to keep quiet when the forest went still, how to laugh when you fell instead of crying. sometimes he carried you on his back when you got tired, grumbling the whole time but never once leaving you behind.

you were different, you always knew that, smaller, softer, human. but with him, it never felt like something that mattered. you belonged because he said you did. because the sullys said you did.

those days feel impossibly distant now.

you remember the tension creeping in before everything changed. the way the adults spoke in hushed voices, the way neteyam stopped laughing so easily. you didn’t understand gravity of it then, only that something was wrong. that the forest felt heavier. that goodbye came too fast.

one day, they were there.

the next, they were gone.

the forest felt wrong after that. too big. too quiet. you still walked the same paths, still slept beneath the same stars, but everything felt tilted, like pandora itself had shifted without him in it. you told yourself you were fine. you had to be.

norm and max stayed.

they became your anchors in a way you hadn’t expected. the lab, once overwhelming, all blinking lights and foreign sounds, slowly turned into something familiar. safe. you still visited the clan occasionally, although no way near as much as you once had. you learned how to calibrate equipment, how to catalogue samples, how to keep your hands steady even when your chest felt tight with missing someone you weren’t sure you were allowed to miss this much.

you grew up between microscopes and memory.

years passed like that. quietly. you traded scraped knees and borrowed na’vi clothes for data pads and human fabric that felt strange against skin used to vines and leaves. you still visited the forest, pandora was home, always would be, but you were changing, just as much as everything else.

and then one day..

“they’re back!”

the words didn’t register at first.

your hands stilled over the lab bench. the hum of machinery faded into a dull roar in your ears. they’re back. which meant..

no. you didn’t let yourself think it. not yet.

when they arrived, it was chaos. voices overlapping, na’vi gathering, the air thick with emotion and relief and something heavier underneath. you hung back near the edge, heart pounding so hard you were sure everyone could hear it.

and then you saw him.

neteyam stood just behind his father, taller than you remembered, broader, scarred in ways that made your chest ache. the boy who you remembered to be, was gone. in his place stood a warrior, quiet, alert, eyes sharper than before.

his gaze swept the crowd.

and then it landed on you.

for a split second, something cracked in his composure. not enough for anyone else to notice, but you did. you always had. his eyes widened, just barely, like he was seeing a ghost.

you weren’t the same either.

you saw it in the way his gaze lingered, uncertain, like he was trying to reconcile who you were now with the memory of the human kid who used to sit beside him, legs swinging, asking too many questions.

too much time had passed. too many things left unsaid.

but he was here.

he was here and it felt surreal.

you couldn’t move, feet rooted to the ground and you observed the surroundings. around you, people moved, embraces, voices, relief spilling out in bursts but all of it blurred at the edges. all you could see was him.

however, you broke eye contact first.

it wasn’t dramatic, no rush, no stumble, just a quiet decision made. this wasn’t your moment. it shouldn’t be. he’d just returned from years of hiding, fighting, surviving. his family was there, his clan, people who had mourned him as much as they’d waited. whatever this tight, aching thing was in your chest didn’t get to come before that.

so you stepped back.

you slipped through the edge of the crowd, boots soft against the forest floor, the sounds of reunion fading behind you. laughter, choked voices, someone crying openly. it felt wrong to intrude on it with everything you didn’t know how to say. you told yourself you were being sensible. kind, even. he deserved time. space.

you didn’t want to be selfish. and even more, maybe those feelings you felt years ago were one sided. maybe neteyam didn’t feel the same way you did.

the lab welcomed you back with sterile light and familiar hums. too quiet compared to the forest, but steady. you busied yourself with anything you could reach, data logs, recalibrations, a half-finished report you’d already rewritten twice. your hands worked on muscle memory alone, because your mind kept drifting back to the way his eyes had widened when he saw you.

hours passed.

max and norm both questioned why you hadn’t gone to greet them all yet, but you didn’t have a proper answer.

you were bent over a console, pretending very hard to read numbers that refused to make sense, when a shadow crossed the doorway.

you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

the air shifted, subtle, instinctive, the way it always had around him.

“you didn’t come say hi,” neteyam said.

his voice was deeper now. rougher. it sent a warm feeling through your body.

you turned slowly, schooling your expression into something neutral, professional. safe. “you just got back,” you said, like it explained everything. “i figured you’d want to be with your family… your clan.”

for a moment, he just watched you. really watched you. not like before.

“i looked for you,” he said quietly.

“you had a lot of people looking for you,” you reply casually. “i thought… you’d want time with them first.”

neteyam exhales through his nose, something between a huff and a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. he steps closer, careful, like he’s not sure if you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.

neteyam eyes flicker over you, slow, deliberate, taking in the way you’ve changed. his tail twitches behind him, restless.

"you’re taller," he blurts out, voice rough. his gaze lingering on your legs, your waist, the curve of your lips.

you swallow hard.

“taller.” that’s all he says? after years? your fingers tighten around the edge of the console, grounding yourself. "and you’re… broader." the words slip out before you can stop them, your traitorous eyes skimming over his chest, the new scars mapping his skin like stories he never got to tell you.

a beat of silence.

his lips quirk. just barely. "you noticed."

your face burns. “damn him”

neteyam steps closer, the scent of him curling around you. too close. your pulse stutters when his tail sways, brushing your thigh. accidentally? you doubt it.

"you left," you blurt, hating how small your voice sounds.

his amusement fades. "i didn’t have a choice."

"You could’ve sent something, tried to communicate with me.” you muttered.

“it was hard when you all left, the only family i felt like i had.”

"i tried." his jaw tenses. "messages got intercepted. people got hurt."

you bit your lip.

neteyam exhales, running a hand through his braids. "you cut your hair." he changes the subject.

you resist the urge to reach for the shorter strands. "it got in the way."

he hummed, his gaze drops to your neck, exposed now. "i liked it long."

“it’s not that much shorter.” you replied.

the air between you thickens, is it awkwardness or just tension? you really can’t tell.

just then, lo’ak swings through the door unceremoniously, his carefree attitude cutting through the thick tension in the air. he takes a moment to take in the scene. neteyam and you are standing close, conversation halted in its tracks. lo’ak lifts an eyebrow, noticing something is off, but his usual smirk remains intact. "you two look serious." he quips, leaning against the console with ease.

neteyam takes a subtle step back, his expression guarded. "we’re just talking." his voice is casual, but there's a hint of irritation.

lo'ak chuckles, his gaze flickering between them. "just talking? looks like it was getting a little heated in here."

“not really.” you butted in, “he was just mentioning my hair.”

lo’ak’s smirk widens at your response, clearly not buying what you said. "right," he drawls, crossing his arms.

neteyam shoots him a glare, tail flicking in annoyance.

lo'ak just shrugs, unfazed. "anyway, dad wants you. something about perimeter checks." he glances at you again, then back at neteyam. "unless you're busy…?”

neteyam exhales sharply through his nose. "i'm coming."

as he moves to follow lo'ak, his fingers brush against yours deliberately, before he pulls away completely. the brief contact sends a wave of heat to your cheeks.

it was innocent enough, but being human on pandora, you never really received any sort of attention from boys, let alone contact.

lo'ak, oblivious to the silent exchange, claps neteyam on the back. "great! because dad’s in one of his moods..”

the door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone in the lab.

later that night, you couldn’t sleep.

your bedroom felt suffocating, so you slipped outside, letting pandora’s night air cool your skin. the glowing flora pulses softly underfoot as you wander deeper into the trees, trying and failing not to think about neteyam.

you felt like you were a kid again, before the events unravelled.

just you and the forest.

the only difference being you in your human pyjamas, rather than the loincloth and top you used to wear.

a twig snaps behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you turn, pulse jumping. only to find neteyam standing there, his silhouette haloed by bioluminescence.

“you followed me," you accuse.

he steps closer, his gaze dark. "yeah." no excuses. no pretenses.

it caught you off guard.

“i was heading over to see you, then saw you leaving so i followed behind.” he replied.

you simply observed.

it made sense.

he made his way over to you, ducking through branches and other greenery.

his fingers trace the edge of your jaw, his touch feather-light, maddening. “i thought about you, you know?” “every damn night under those same stars. wondering if you still looked up at them. if you… missed me."

you gulp as you watch him.

his thumb presses against your bottom lip, dragging it down just slightly. his pupils are blown wide, dark with something raw.

"and when missing you got too much?" he leans in, his next words whispered against your skin, “ i touched myself imagining it was your hands on me."

your stomach clenches, heat pooling low.

neteyam’s words hung thickly in the air, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. you were short for words, shocked at his sudden confession.

your heart hammered in your chest, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling inside you. you swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself before responding. "neteyam, i..." your voice trailed off, uncertain of what to say, but he took another step closer, his tail wrapping around your waist almost possessively.

his hand slid up to cradle your face, his touch sending sparks across your skin.

"sometimes..." his thumb traced the shape of your bottom lip, his voice low and raspy. "sometimes i’d close my eyes, pretend you were with me."

His eyes moved over you, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

"and i’d think about you in those moments... how I would touch you, if you were there."

his breath warmed your neck as he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “i’d imagine you here… like this… under the stars we both looked up at.”

a shiver raced down your spine as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“remember that hollow in the cliffs? where we used to hide from lo’ak during games?” his voice was rough, low. “i’d imagine me lying there at night and picture you beside me.. under me.”

your breath hitched.

“i’d imagine pushing your shirt up slow,” he murmured, one hand sliding along your waist, fingers teasing beneath the fabric, “feeling how soft your skin is, how warm. i used to wonder if you'd arch into my touch like this…” he pressed his palm flat against the small of your back and pushed, just enough to make you gasp.

“and i always imagined,” he whispered against your jaw, “that when I finally kissed you here, really kissed you.. you’d taste even sweeter than i imagined.”

his hips shifted forward, the slightest grind, and a low sound escaped him.

“that’s when i would of slipped my hand down,” his thumb hooked into the waistband of your pyjamas, “you wouldn’t stop me.”

you let out a small whimper.

“i dreamt about feeling how wet you get for me,” he admitted hoarsely. “wondered if those quiet little noises would be enough to drive me wild after years of waiting.” he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"you kept me up late," he murmured, teeth grazing your skin.

his mouth moved lower, along your collarbone, nipping at it teasingly.

“teyam..” you whined quietly.

"shhh," he hushed, voice thick with want. his hips pressed firmer against yours, letting you feel every hard inch of him. "my little scientist... finally letting me taste what's been mine all along?"

his hand slid lower, past your hips, down to the back of your thigh and hooked it up around his waist. you gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the tree.

"i imagined this too," he growled into your ear. "you wrapped around me, just like that night by the waterfall when we were younger.”

you bit your lip as the memory came flooding back in, you forgot about that.

"i dreamed about making you cum under these stars," he whispered raggedly, tail curling tighter around your waist like a promise. "with my mouth on you.. my name on your lips..”

he finally dipped his hand beneath the hem of your pyjamas, soft fabric sliding aside and brushed one fingertip over damp heat.

he groaned low in his chest.

“shit.. no panties?”

“i.. i don’t wear any to bed.” you replied sheepishly.

he let out a rough, pleased noise. half-growl, half-laugh.

“good,” he breathed. “means I don’t have to tear anything off you.”

his finger dragged through your folds slowly, once, twice, making you whimper and arch against him. “you’re already so wet…”

“you made me wait years,” you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “of course I’m..” you let out a mewl, “ready for you..”

he smirked, adding pressure just where you needed it. “i used to dream about how tight you’d feel around my fingers… my cock.” he slid one deep inside with no warning, slow, deep, and your head fell back against the tree as a moan tore from your throat.

“like that?” he purred.

you nodded ferociously as his thumb found your clit, circling with torturous precision. "tell me," he murmured, voice thick, "how many nights did you lie awake thinking of me?"

you cried out, hips jerking forward. "n-neteyam!”

"answer me." he added pressure, relentless. "did you touch yourself? imagine it was my hand? my mouth?"

a broken sob escaped you. "yes!..” you whined. “almost nightly!..” you followed up.

he continued pumping his fingers in, out, in, out, for a good few minutes.

his fingers curled inside you just right and suddenly, the world shattered. a sharp cry ripped from your throat as heat exploded low in your belly, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you came hard around his fingers, wet and trembling, your knees nearly giving out.

neteyam didn’t pull away. didn’t stop.

he held you through it, thumb still circling the bud gently as the tremors faded, watching your face with fascination.

he slowly slid his soaked fingers free, and without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean.

your breath caught at the sight, the raw hunger in his eyes, as dropped to his knees in front of you.

his glowing eyes locked onto yours as he hooked your pyjama shorts around his fingers and yanked them down over trembling hips.

his nose brushed your inner thigh.

his hands slid up the underside of you knees, spreading your legs wider.

“look at her.. perfect.” he mumbled under his breath as he looked almost star-struck.

you watched, breath heaving, as he pressed light, worshiping kisses up the inside of your thigh, his eyes locked onto yours.

he looked wrecked, just from watching you cum.

his breath was hot against your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured.

then he exhaled low, like a prayer, and lowered his mouth to your cunt, still pulsing from your release. he lapped up at your cunt with slow, deep strokes of his tongue.

"you taste even better than I dreamed," he groaned against you.

your fingers fisted into his hair as he circled your clit with his tongue, before he moved further down and began teasing your entrance.

he didn't let up. just held you steady with strong hands on your hips and drank from you like a starved man.

he groaned against your heat, the sound vibrating through you. “so sweet… mine.”

every flick of his tongue was deliberate. slow at first, savoring, like he had years to make up for. then deeper, hungrier. his nose brushing your clit as he devoured you with quiet desperation.

you gasped, back arching off the tree as his thumbs spread you wider and ‘yes..’ “there!” that wicked swirl right over your most sensitive spot.

“you gonna come again?” he murmured between licks, voice rough with need. “right on my face?”

You could only whimper in return, but it was enough.

because neteyam growled low in his chest and dove back in like a man possessed, licking deep into your folds, circling your clit with maddening precision before sucking it gently into his mouth.

stars blurred above you. the forest pulsed beneath. and all that existed was this, him between your legs, the way his name broke from your lips like a prayer..

“neteyam… i’m.. i’m gonna..”

his ears twitched at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue swirling faster, sucking gently as one hand slipped beneath to cup your ass, pulling you even closer.

"again," he growled against you. "let me feel it baby..”

and when you came, shuddering violently against his mouth with a choked cry, he didn't stop.

he just moaned like it was him being rewarded.

the vibrations sent another shockwave through your oversensitive nerves, making your legs tremble.

finally, slowly, he pulled back, but only enough to press one soft kiss to your inner thigh.

then looked up at you, eyes glossy, swollen lips glistening with you..

"still not enough," he whispered, voice raw.

he rose in one fluid motion, closing the space between you again, your back to the tree, his body against yours.

you could feel him now. hard, thick, straining against his loincloth, pressed right where your body still pulsed from his mouth.

his lips found your neck, biting gently. "wanna be inside when you come again."

your breath hitched. "neteyam..."

"i know," he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. "too much? too fast?"

you shook your head desperately.

“no..”

he exhaled sharply through his nose, the closest thing to losing control you'd ever seen from him.

"good." his hand slid down to cup you possessively between your legs, one finger teasing at your entrance again.

he swiftly took off your top

your bare skin prickled as the cool night air caressed your chest.

he leaned in, lips skimming the shell of your ear. "you ever been with anyone else?"

your stomach fluttered nervously. "no..”

he smiled against your skin, satisfaction and relief pouring off him.

"good…" he whispered, his hand skimming up the front of your bare torso, creeping upwards towards your breasts.

"no one else got to touch you like this... did they? only me."

"only you…" you confirmed.

he groaned low, his mouth moving along your jaw, claiming more territory. "that’s right. you’re mine. only mine."

his hand found your thigh again. "put your leg around me."

you wrapped your leg around his hip, drawing him closer.

your heart stuttered as you felt just how hard your touch made him. neteyam inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your thigh.

"that's it," he murmured, voice rough. "hold onto me."

you obeyed, grasping onto his shoulders, holding him tight. your body hummed with anticipation.

he pulled you even closer, grinding his hips against yours almost involuntarily with a shaky exhale. you could feel just how much you had affected him.

"missed you…" he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing along your neck. "all these years, i… imagined this. over and over again."

"i did too..." you whispered back.

he kissed you, slow and deep, it made your chest ache. not just desire, something more.

when he pulled back, his eyes searched yours under the soft glow of pandoran night.

his hands moved to the ties of his loincloth and in one smooth motion, freed himself.

you gasped at the sight. thick, proud, already glistening at the tip.

he guided himself to your entrance slowly.. teasingly.. letting just the head slide in as his thumb found your clit again.

"look at me," he demanded softly.

you obeyed as you held his gaze.

with a low groan that vibrated through both of you, he pushed forward inch by inch.. filling you completely until there was no space left between you.

you cried out, part pain, part overwhelming fullness as he stretched you for the first time, your body clenching around his girth.

he froze instantly. "hey… hey, look at me," he murmured, voice thick with concern and restraint. his thumb brushed your cheek as he stayed buried deep inside you, motionless, letting you adjust.

tears pricked your eyes.

"you're okay," he whispered against your lips. "i’ve got you. just breathe… for me."

you nodded shakily and took a breath in and then another, feeling yourself slowly relax around him.

“that’s it," he praised softly, kissing away a tear that slipped free. "take all of me."

and when you rolled your hips slightly, a quiet signal, he exhaled like it was agony and began to move.

slow at first, one deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyelids, then another just as deliberate.

each one sent waves of pleasure spiraling through you until the line between pain and ecstasy blurred.

"neteyam…" your voice called out

he kissed you hard as his rhythm picked up, one hand gripping your hip to pull you onto him deeper with each stroke, the other tangled in yours above your head.

"i’m here," he muttered against your skin. "feel me?" he said as he pushed his much bigger hand against the bulge, disappearing and reappearing in your stomach with each thrust.

"i feel you... all of you," you gasped, nails raking down his back as he rolled his hips harder.

each thrust drove a moan from your throat, deeper, fuller than before. he was so deep inside you it felt like he was touching your soul.

"yeah? you take me so damn well," he growled, shifting slightly, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every powerful stroke. "mine.. only mine.."

you sobbed out his name as the pressure built again, tighter this time, hotter.

"that’s it," he whispered against your neck, his lips on your pulse point. "come for me, baby. i want to feel you.” he pulled back, looking down at you both, watching his cock slip in and out of your cunt.

“look at us,” he rasped, voice thick with awe and hunger. “you’re taking every inch..”

his thrusts turned shallow, rhythmic, just enough to grind against your clit with each roll of his hips. you whimpered, back arching as the pleasure coiled tighter, unbearable now.

“neteyam.. i’m.. i’m..”

one hand slid between you, rubbing firm circles over your swollen bud. “come on my cock. let me feel it.”

and when you shattered, your body clamped down around him in pulsing waves. he groaned like it was salvation.

“yes.. yes.. that’s it..” he panted against your neck as you trembled through the release.

but he didn’t stop moving.

just kept thrusting, deeper now, as if your pleasure had only fueled his need.

"i’m not gonna last..” he groaned, his mouth finding yours again. "not gonna last..”

you could feel his control slipping, his rhythm turning erratic, his breath coming rougher now as he chased his own release.

“then don’t,” you whispered against his lips, nails digging into his back. “i want you to cum inside me.. want to feel it..”

his hips stuttered at your words, like you'd stripped the last of his restraint away.

"shit..” he choked out, burying his face in your neck as his body tensed. "you're gonna make me..”

with a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into you hard, once, twice and then stilled completely.

you felt it, he came inside you, each wave shuddering through his body and into yours.

he collapsed against you slightly, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing ragged and raw.

for long moments, there was only the sound of the forest breathing around you and your hearts beating in sync.

finally, he lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes soft now.

he cupped your face, thumb brushing your sweaty forehead. "you okay?" he whispered, still out of breath.

you managed a nod, too spent to form words just yet.

he huffed a small laugh, lips finding your temple.

he pulled out slowly, gently and immediately wrapped his arms around you as your legs finally gave way. his warmth didn't leave you, not even for a second, as he lowered himself to the soft moss beneath, pulling you on top of him with care.

he sat with your back pressed to his chest, legs cradling yours, tail curling snugly around your waist.

one hand smoothed damp strands of hair from your face, the other rested low on your stomach, possessive and tender all at once.

"you're incredible," he murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss just behind it.

you leaned into him completely.

his voice dropped lower. "i should've done this years ago."

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[itzj4ylene]

You weren’t supposed to get close to him. He wasn’t supposed to care. But one mission, one shelter, and one night of restraint turns a soldier built for war into someone dangerously soft for you. Miles Quaritch x reader

Word count: ~2,750 words

Chapter Contains: ◆ high tension ✧ light fluff and ❖ intimate moments

You learned early on that soldiers like him didn’t look at people.

They assessed.

Weight. Stance. Weak points. Escape routes.

So when Recom Colonel Miles Quaritch’s eyes landed on you for the first time, you felt it immediately—like a laser locking on. Not curious. Not interested.

Measuring.

“Who’s the civilian?”

His voice cut through the humid air of the jungle camp. Deep. Flat. Commanding. You hated how your spine straightened instinctively.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

“She’s with Science,” one of the techs said quickly. “Translator. Environmental liaison.”

Quaritch’s gaze didn’t leave you. Not when the explanation ended. Not when the conversation moved on.

“You’re out of your depth,” he said finally.

You crossed your arms. “You don’t know anything about my depth.”

A few soldiers shifted uncomfortably. Talking back to him wasn’t usually a long-term career move.

Instead of snapping, Quaritch smiled.

It wasn’t friendly.

“Pandora eats people who think like that,” he said. “Try not to slow my unit down.”

Then he turned and walked off like the conversation—and you—were already behind him.

You told yourself you didn’t care.

That was lie number one.

You were assigned to his unit anyway.

“Temporary,” they said. “Just until the northern routes are mapped.”

You called it a death sentence.

Quaritch called it “unfortunate but workable.”

The first few days were brutal. Heat. Mud. Creatures that moved when you thought they were still. Soldiers who looked at you like a liability. Quaritch watched everything, said little, corrected constantly.

“Watch your footing.”

“Don’t touch that.”

“Stay behind me.”

You snapped eventually.

“I can walk without holding your hand,” you said after he physically stopped you from stepping into something that hissed ominously.

His hand lingered at your wrist half a second too long.

“On Pandora,” he said calmly, “confidence gets you killed faster than ignorance.”

You yanked your hand back. “Good thing I have both.”

That got a chuckle out of someone behind you.

Quaritch didn’t laugh.

But later, when you weren’t looking, his mouth twitched.

The first time you saw him bleed, it changed something.

An ambush. Fast. Messy. You were shoved behind a rock while gunfire echoed through the canopy. Your heart slammed so hard you thought you’d pass out.

When it was over, silence fell thick and ringing.

You stood shakily—and saw Quaritch leaning against a tree, hand pressed to his side. Dark blood seeped between his fingers.

“You’re hit,” you said, panic spiking.

“I noticed,” he replied.

You moved before thinking, digging into your pack for medical supplies. He watched you with something unreadable as you pressed gauze to the wound.

“Hold still,” you muttered.

“You always this bossy?”

“Only when someone’s leaking.”

His breath hitched when you pressed a little too firmly. Your fingers brushed warm skin under torn armor.

The moment stretched.

“You’re not shaking,” he observed.

You swallowed. “I am. Just… inside.”

Something shifted in his gaze then. Respect, maybe. Or interest.

Or both.

After that, he started assigning you closer to him.

Not officially. Just… conveniently.

You shared watches. Meals. Quiet moments cleaning weapons or translating data while he hovered nearby like a wall.

“You trust me yet?” you asked one night, half-teasing.

He didn’t look up from his rifle. “Trust is earned.”

“And how am I doing?”

He glanced at you. “You’re still breathing.”

You smiled. “High praise.”

He held your gaze longer than necessary. “Don’t get cocky.”

The night the storm hit, everything changed.

Rain slammed down without warning, violent and unrelenting. The unit scattered, scrambling for cover as lightning cracked the sky open.

You slipped on wet rock, gasping as pain shot through your ankle.

Before you could call out, Quaritch was there, hauling you up effortlessly.

“You good?” he barked.

“I—twisted it,” you said, trying not to sound panicked.

“Shit.”

He didn’t hesitate. He lifted you like you weighed nothing and ran, boots pounding through mud until he found a narrow cave tucked into the rock face.

Inside, the rain was deafening.

He set you down carefully, kneeling in front of you. His hands were firm as he checked your ankle, thumbs pressing just enough to make you hiss.

“Nothing broken,” he said. “You’ll live.”

“Comforting,” you breathed.

He stripped off his soaked jacket, draping it around your shoulders before you could protest. His shirt clung to him, muscles tense, skin slick with rain.

You tried very hard not to stare.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you said. “Just… cold.”

He studied you, then sat close—close enough that your thighs touched. His body heat was immediate, overwhelming.

“This stays professional,” he said.

You laughed weakly. “Define professional.”

His eyes darkened. “Don’t push it.”

Silence settled, broken only by rain and your breathing.

“You’re different from what I expected,” you said softly.

“That makes one of us.”

You tilted your head. “What did you expect?”

“Someone fragile,” he admitted. “Someone who’d panic.”

“And now?”

He looked at you, really looked. “Now I expect trouble.”

Your pulse skipped.

The tension snapped without warning.

Maybe it was the closeness. Maybe it was adrenaline. Maybe it was the way his gaze dropped to your mouth and didn’t move away.

“You’re staring,” you whispered.

“So are you.”

Your breath mingled. The space between you vanished.

“This is a bad idea,” he murmured.

You nodded. “Probably.”

He didn’t move away.

“Say stop,” he said.

You didn’t.

His mouth met yours hard—controlled, restrained, like he was holding himself back with every ounce of discipline he had. The kiss was all heat and teeth and restraint, his hand bracing the rock behind you instead of touching you like he clearly wanted to.

You kissed him back, fingers gripping his shirt, feeling the tension coil tighter.

He broke away abruptly, breathing heavy, forehead resting against yours.

“We can’t,” he said. “Not like this.”

You swallowed, dazed. “Then don’t stop.”

His jaw clenched. “You have no idea how hard that is.”

“Then teach me,” you whispered.

His hand finally came to your waist—firm, possessive, but still careful.

Another kiss. Slower. Deeper. The kind that lingered.

When he pulled back this time, it wasn’t to stop.

It was to breathe.

The storm passed. The unit regrouped. No one said a word.

But nothing was the same.

After that night, he touched you constantly—but subtly. A hand at your back guiding you forward. Fingers brushing yours when passing gear. His body always angled toward yours.

Cute, in a terrifying soldier way.

Spicy, in a “we might get caught” way.

You called him out on it once.

“You’re hovering.”

He leaned in, voice low. “You don’t seem to mind.”

“I mind,” you said. “A little.”

He smirked. “Liar.”

The confession came unexpectedly.

You were packing up, mission nearly over. The air felt heavier than usual.

“You leaving with Science?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Rotation’s done.”

He nodded once. Too calm.

“You ever think about staying?” he asked.

“With you?” you teased.

He didn’t smile.

“Yes,” he said.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“You’re serious.”

“I don’t do jokes,” he said. “Not about this.”

You stared at him. “You’re a walking red flag.”

“I know.”

“And you’re after a war.”

He stepped closer. “And I want you anyway.”

The honesty hit harder than any kiss.

“I don’t fit into your world,” you said.

“Neither do you,” he replied. “But you’ve been surviving it.”

Silence stretched.

“You’re dangerous,” you whispered.

“So are you,” he said, brushing his thumb along your jaw. “You distract me.”

You smiled softly. “Good.”

He kissed you again—no restraint this time, just want and warmth and something dangerously close to affection.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Stay,” he said quietly.

You didn’t answer.

You just kissed him again.

And for once, the soldier didn’t pull away.

[tokkibean]

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Jake Sully, you ARE the father.

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Heheheh. Oh Wrecker, I love you so much

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