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

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[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.

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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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hiii! i hope you guys enjoy this one of neteyam! as always, reblogs, likes and comments are very helpful and i appreciate all of you guys who choose to support my work!

hope you have a great day! - maya 🪼

[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]

please note that when i say 'i wrote this in a week' it actually means it completely vacated my mind for 6 days and then on the 7th day i was possessed by a bolt of maniac intensity and wrote the entire thing in a day

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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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Lo’ak went to the Jake Sully university of yearning for woman way out of your league

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tech bad batch actually drawn accurately as a clone of tem oh my fucking god i’ve waited ten years for this holy SHIT

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I just did a complete blog rebrand after keeping it the same for 5 years, ahh I love it

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*Stranger Things*

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Eddie munson x lifeguard! Reader hc’s

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*The Bad Batch*

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Bad Batchers reactions to you flinching* - The title, pretty much

1st, 2nd, and 3rd ~ (Wrecker x Reader) Reader gets hurt so she can no longer sleep on the small couch, meaning she'll have to share a bed with Wrecker for the night.

Stuck in a loop ~ (Wrecker x reader) Reader falls into a dark loop of life while Wrecker is gone for months on a mission. :(

Klutz ~ (Hunter x Reader fluff) You think you're a klutz, Hunter thinks you're adorable.

Better? ~ (Wrecker x Reader fluff) You and Wrecker decide to take a walk around the Market, and he comes up with a solution to the annoying chafing of your thighs. (I think this is like my favorite one shot I've written)

Perfect Night ~ Wrecker x Reader fluff

Coming out to The Bad Batch🏳️‍🌈 older! PLATONIC! Dad batch x reader

Random: #vi’s ideas

What genre of music would the batch listen to?

Idea for a wrecker x fighter!Reader fic

Thinking about tech x bad time management reader

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Send more Miles Quaritch x reader requests!!

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Of course I want you - Recom Quaritch x human reader

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Dating Lo'ak Sully HC's The Sully Brothers with a Clumsy Reader HC's Lo'ak and Neteyam as parents? HC's Lo'ak and Neteyam with a pregnant reader? HC's

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Lo'ak and Neteyam as parents? HC's Lo'ak and Neteyam with a pregnant reader? HC's The Sully Brothers with a Clumsy Reader HC's

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a match made in the deepest pit of hell