#x chubby reader

Another deafening sob is torn from your lips when Rafayel experimentally rolls his hips, his thickened tip pressed into your drooling and tight cunt. He’s laying behind you while you both are on your sides, chest flushed against your back. One of his hands holds onto your thigh tenderly, keeping one of your legs bent forward to uncover your glistening pussy.

“Mmhp. . h- haaah?” Rafayel stutters out, voice shaking and trembling as he pants and moans out your name so sweetly— it takes everything in him to compose himself and not try to satisfy that ache in his lower stomach. 

He leans down to press tender, sweet, and warm bundles of kisses on your flushed skin— starting from your shoulder, neck, ending at your chin. At this, your body relaxes slightly, giving Rafayel the chance to plunge some of his length into your creamy hole with a wet squelch. You gasp out in ecstasy,  fat tears prickling in the corner of your eyes from the sweet and addictive sensation of being stretched out— that bubbling in your lower belly intensifies.   

“M- my pearl. . f- fuck, just l- let me—“ he murmurs out, one of his hands going over your body— fingers expertly drawing perfect circles on your swollen clit, dragging out more arousal from your cunt.

Your temporary worries melt away instantly, instead, replaced with the need to gain more of this addictive pleasure— moaning out, squirming lightly when Rafayel’s fingers pressed on your clit firmer.

“Rafayel. .” You mewl out in a breathless voice, throwing your head back, bumping into him.

Your fingers dig into the sheets harder, resisting the urge to squirm and writhe from his fingers toying with your puffy clit. Rafayel is precise and observant, finding the perfect amount of pressure to apply and what motion to utilize to have you wailing in pleasure instead of pain.

“Yesyes, fe- feel good for me. . my bride” Rafayel encourages, bucking his hips, his cock slipping into your cunt easier than before until his skin was flushed with yours— cock fully buried in your gooey walls. 

More tears sprout in your eyes, breathing coming out chopping and small; it’s hard to breathe when Rafayel is filling you up soo well. . It's overwhelmingly good. He pulls his hips back; cock re-emerging, completely drenched in your sticky arousal, from your velvety walls before pressing back in slowly.

“Haaah. . nngh! F- feels good, my pearl?” Rafayel asks softly, setting a slow and tender pace, each thrust has arousal gushing from your sloppy hole. 

You nod your head, moaning out Rafayel’s name. With his free hand, he guides you to glance over your shoulder by your chin— kissing your lips so gently but passionately. Tongues dragging against each other while his pace speeds up just ever so slightly, that has hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

CALEB

“Haaah hck—! ‘Leb. . yo- you’re too bigg, it won’t fit!” You whine out sadly, voice muffled slightly by the sheets, hips wiggling impatiently. 

Your ass is hanging in the air while your face is pressed into the pillow, thighs parted wide to allow him to settle between them comfortably. Caleb’s cock is too fat and thick, only the bulbous tip is buried snugly in your shopping hole, leaking tons and tons of precum in your walls. It’s frustrating, you keep squirming and wriggling your hips— letting your unnecessary worries get into your head. 

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve had Caleb inside you, you doubt it would be the last too.

“Mmhp. . will it hurt?” Caleb teases softly, finger smoothing against the warm skin of your plush hips.

He slowly pulls his tip from your stuffed hole with a wet pop, slowly dragging his length through your puffy lips. . coating his length with your juices. Caleb’s heavy cock drags and grinds against your syrupy slit, tip bumping into your clit with each heavy drag. You melt from the pleasure, hole sopping and drooling new arousal. 

Caleb’s fingers glide underneath your body, finding your clit easily— rolling tight circles on the puffy bud to have you gasping and drooling from his touch. His fat tip lines up with your pussy, this time, his thickness easily splits your walls apart— stretching wide until his hips are flushed with yours. 

“Nngh’ ‘leb!” You squeal out, tears clouding your eyes, that heavy weight in your belly is addictive. 

The lewd sight of you; face down, ass up, sweat coating and causing your skin to glisten, moaning out his name so sweetly as his grip tightening on your hips to hold you still as he thrusts his fat length into your velvety walls. Caleb’s balls slap against your puffy clit with each mean thrust, knocking out the oxygen in your lungs. 

“Nngh— ohfuck. . t- there we go, baby! L- let me make ya’ feel good” he moans out, a shiver coursing through his body when your gooey walls spams and quiver around his length. 

You nod your head into the pillow, melting from the overwhelming pleasure Caleb brings. 

ZAYNE

“Ohmygod. . fuckk—! Shit, you’re t- too big. .” You mewl out loudly in a whiney tone, panting and exhaling out in a shaky and ragged manner due to the weight in your lower belly making it harder to breathe. 

Your legs are draped along the outside of his thighs, that pretty cock of his impaling your drooling hole so perfectly— buried to the hilt of your cunt. It just felt too good, too addictive; the pleasurable ache that followed when his thickness stretched your gooey walls apart to accommodate him, the feeling of his veins drag along your velvety walls, and each jolt and twitch of his cock elicits whines. You press your hands onto Zayne’s chest, shakily rocking and rolling your hips to feel him press in deeper. 

“Nghh—. . yo- you’re soo deep” you drool out, wailing and whining when he bucks his hips, letting him press in even deeper. 

“but my beloved. . you managed to take me in so well” Zayne groans out, hands holding your waist gently, thumb smoothing against the slick skin in a comforting fashion.

At Zayne’s words, you whine softly, thighs trembling when his cock bobs and throbs deep inside your pussy. . deliciously brushing against your sweet spot. 

“Mmh. . s- shall I aid my beloved?” He teases softly, those hooded eyes of his scans your body— taking in the sight of you perched on his lap, bodies connected in ten most lewdest way. 

You nod eagerly, grip tightening on his chest as a sort of leverage. With your passionate consent; Zayne’s grip on your hips tighten ever so slightly, rolling your hips in a slow manner. . the wet slosh and squelch of your pussy fills the room as his cock stirs your walls open. With each grind, his cock brushes perfectly against your g-spot— a wave of heat washing through your body as arousal pools to your cunt.

“Hckk—! Fuckk. . god, th- this feels soo good” you slur out, eyes fluttering shit as you enjoy the sensation of pleasure coursing through your body.

You barely recognized when Zayne was slowly lifting you from his lap and pressing you back down— starting off with gentle thrusts. That painful stretch didn’t feel overly suffocating anymore, not when he’s working you open slowly— guiding you up and down while giving you sweet praises. It isn’t too long until you’re happily bouncing on his lap, moaning in delight when he presses so deep into your creamy cunt. . the wet sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room quickly.

Plap plap plapp—

“Mybeloved—. . doing soo well for me, mmhp fuckk—“ Zayne groans breathlessly between moans of your name, letting you use his body in search of your own pleasure.

VALKO

“Valkooo—! Hck! Fuckk. . t- too biggg!” You squeal out loudly into his pillow, body quivering from the pleasure. . helpless beneath him.

The sight of you is lewd; face buried into his pillow, skin slick and glistening from sweat and sticky cum, flesh flushed from the intense heat, pressed into prone bone— the scent of Valko lingers on your skin, it’s too enticing. Only the fat tip of his thick cock is buried into your drooling hole, the stretch of his tip was enough to have you squirming and shaking.

“Shh. . I’ll t- take —mmhp shit. . take c- care of you, baby” Valko pants out, his tail wagging crazily as he presses one of his hands under your body— fingers quickly finding your puffy clit.

His fingers, precise and quick, draw sweet and firm circles onto your engorged clit— drawing out a gasp of his name, cunt becoming slicker and slicker everytime he rolls your clit perfectly. Your hips jolt and twitch in ecstasy, moaning and mewling into the pillows. That stretch that once felt painful and overwhelming felt amazing, inch after inch of Valko’s fat cock plunging into your pussy slowly.

A wet, obscure squelch and slosh of your sopping cunt fills the room when only half of Valko’s length is snug in your velvety walls. That heavy weight in your stomach, this time, is welcomed.

“Haaah. . ohfuckk, d- doing great f’me” he groans out, one arm pressed to your left to keep himself hovering over your body while his other hand still rolls and pressed onto the bundle of nerves above your stretched out hole.

“Valkoo. .” You sob out, a shiver coursing through your body when he leans down to kiss your sweaty back.

“Ju- just a bit more. . —nngh fuck!” Valko grunts out, hips flushed with yours within seconds as his length is plunged deep in your gooey walls.

“Y- yes—!” You gasp out breathlessly, rolling your hips shakily.

Overwhelmed would be an understatement of the way you feel, walls forced to accommodate the thickness of his dick. Valko’s eyes dilated at the erotic sight of you, he had no choice but to pound into your quivering body— slamming his body weight on top of you to allow his length to press deeper and harder into your walls.

“Mmhp—! F- fuck. .” You squeal out loudly, moaning in delight.

“Haaah. . you’ll let me have you, right, baby? —mmhp! L- let me fill you up with my pups” he drools out, slamming his body onto yours with a wet plap, teeth finding your shoulder and back until his mark blooms on your skin.

"where ya goin'? class just ended, sweetie."

"i can't stay," you said quickly, heeled boots clicking rapidly against the floor. you'd dress so cute that—polka-dot glasses, a pink off-the-shoulder sweater, black skirt, and knee-high boots that really captured the prime look of a college girl! and it was being wasted because this motherfucker was ogling you. "i have to go back to my dorm."

"why? need an escort?"

"no, i know the way."

"well, someone might hassle you."

"somebody already is hassling me."

"huh?" that made naoya pause—but only momentarily. once he realized what you meant, he fell back into step behind you, seeming even more determined than before. "got some bite on you. i like that. lot of women don't know when they should play it easy or hard to get—you do."

you hated when guys couldn't just take no for an answer the first time. because that meant you had to use the next excuse up your sleeve—

"my boyfriend wouldn't like that you're following me. i really can't stay and talk, and i'd like it if you would kindly leave me alone."

you said it as curtly and politely as you could, then, before the surprised naoya could reboot and say anything else, you bolted through the doors of the humanities hall and out into the spring day.

campus was lively in the afternoon. there was ultimate frisbee and football being played, groups of friends on picnic blankets talking and tanning, girls swirling their boba and iced coffee as they commuted from classes and dorms—and there was ryomen's and a handful of his frat sitting on benches in the quad, lounging after smoking.

well, choso and geto were still slightly buzzed. toji hadn't taken a pass, and it took more than a few puffs to get to ryomen.

"oh my god, i can't feel my tongue," choso muttered, rubbing his eyes. his black mullet was shaggy, messed up, and he smelled like he'd been waterboarded in geto's cologne to cover up the post-smell of weed.

geto, sitting wide and strumming his guitar absently, grinned lazily. "you're too easy, man. second-hand molly in the wind would get you fucked."

"nuh-uh."

"uh-huh."

"shut the fuck up," toji muttered, waving his hand dismissively as he rubbed his face with the other. "i still have a goddamn headache."

"not our fault you hit your head on a fucking table last night," ryomen laughed.

toji groaned, turning his head to look off into the distance. the activity on campus only worsened his pulsing skull. "swear to god, 'm concussed or something. shouldn't have on that chair when i was drunk."

"you should've came." choso tapped ryomen's knee. "where were you?"

"with his giiiirrrllll," geto teased.

"yeah, yeah." ryomen didn't care if everyone in all of fucking tokyo knew he was whipped—he was whipped for you, his sweet little girlfriend. "not my fault i wanna spend one night of the weekend watchin' pretty woman again instead of watching toji crack his head open."

like he was summoned by his name, toji started shaking ryomen's shoulder. "dude."

"one sec—" ryomen was about to say something else to choso, but toji wrenched his arm to the side. "what the fuck! what?"

"look where i'm fuckin' looking." toji pointed across the quad. "isn't that—"

"holy shit," geto said when he saw you briskly walking and crying, like you were trying to escape someone—you had been.

choso frowned when he followed everyone's line of sight. "is that your girlfriend? why is she crying?"

"i... gotta go." ryomen got up from the bench without another word and started across the quad. when he realized how fast you were walking, he thanked god that he was an athlete and started running after you. "hey!"

when you hear a male voice, you automatically moved quicker, expecting it to be naoya again—but then it repeated, and you recognized ryomen.

"baby? hey, slow the hell down!"

fuck. you didn't want him to see you crying. think, think, think—

but it was too late. ryomen had reached you, grabbed you by the shoulder, and turned you around in an instant. "shit, thought i was going to lose you. what's—"

you couldn't held but sob even harder when he began to ask you what was wrong, and ryomen gaped at your puffy, round face, smudged mascara, and the salty streams of tears down your cheeks.

"oh god, angel. what's wrong? c'mere, can i hold you?"

as expected, since he had the biggest soft spot and change of attitude when he was with you, ryomen engulfed you in the comforting embrace of his arms and let you bury your face and ruined makeup against his racing jacket.

"ok, ok," he whispered softly against your hair as he stroked it. "deep breaths. in and out, yeah? gotta calm down and take proper breaths. can i see your purse, please, hon? don'tcha keep tissues in there?"

"i—" you wheezed slightly, trying not to choke on tears or words. "i was gonna wait inside until i looked for 'em..."

"all right, well, i'm here now. let me see."

carefully, he slipped your purse off your shoulder, located the pack of tissues inside, then extracted one so that he could dab your face gently. "there we go. better, hm? keep breathing f'me, just like that, pretty girl."

when you had calmed down enough to not explosively weep again, ryomen caressed the side of your face and asked, "tell me what happened."

you crossed your arms, lips pursed in a pout. "no."

you knew what he would do if you told him that naoya zenin bothered you...

"what? fuck you mean—" he inhaled slowly, then tried again, softer. "angel, how can i help if i don't know what's wrong? or—how are you gonna feel better if you don't talk about what made you cry like that? i mean, you were going pretty fast in those heels, i imagine something happened."

after a pause, he hardened. "did someone fucking do something to you?"

"ryo—"

"nah, don't give me that soft stuff. tell me who and what."

"it wasn't anything serious!" you insisted, holding him tightly. "seriously."

"tell. me."

"promise me you won't be mad!"

"no."

"ryo!"

"was it a guy?" he brushed a few hairs out of your face, grimacing. "i'll beat the shit out of him if it was."

"it was a small incident. small, that's it."

"or was it a girl? 'cuz satoshi's brother satoru knows a girl named shoko in pre-med, she'll fight anyone—unless you don't care if i do it, because i'll hit anyone you ask, babe—"

"stop!" you shook him slightly. "a guy kept following me around and bothering me, i just wanted him to go away—and he did! he just... overwhelmed me. i was scared."

ryomen stared at you when you finished speaking. he blinked a few times and nodded slowly, tongue against the inside of his cheek. "ok. yeah, ok."

you frowned, watching as his face contorted. "what?"

"this happened just now?"

"um... like ten minutes ago."

"where?"

you picked at your nails, growing nervous. "...the humanities building."

he'd turned on his heel without a second thought, and you hurried after him, having known he probably would've gone off the moment you gave him all the details, like a bloodhound with a scent for prey.

"wait—ryo! it's not that big of a deal!"

"not that big of a deal my ass." he was practically snarling.

who you didn't expect to see soon after ryomen was on his war path was the culprit himself. naoya was crossing the pavement, staring at his phone—but when he saw the tattooed, six-foot-four jock headed his general direction, he couldn't help but freeze. you also stopping, surprised and wary, was a dead giveaway on who the guy ryomen was looking for was.

ryomen glanced between naoya and you, then pointed. "him?"

you slowly let go of his arm, knowing there was little you could do to help the situation or stop your boyfriend. "yeah..."

calmly—too fucking calmly—he continued down the sidewalk until he was a few yards from naoya, then he nodded once and said, "hey, man."

naoya, contemplating fight or flight, tried to remain casual and nodded back. "hey..."

"wanna ask you—you bother that girl over there earlier?" he jutted a thumb over his shoulder, at your nervous figure in the distance.

"i didn't bother her. i was just talking to her."

"in what way."

"huh?"

"In what way—because you sound like a really shitty guy to talk to if she walked away crying."

"not my fault she didn't—"

before naoya could finish casting off whatever blame onto you, ryomen winded back a tight fist and clocked him in the nose.

naoya yowled in pain the moment the fist connected with his face, and he recoiled, hands snapping up to cover his soon-to-bleed nose. "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"ryomen!" you cried from behind him.

across the quad, it seemed that the others ryomen were with before had witnessed everything.

"ry!" toji waved a relaxed arm, like he knew ryomen had everything handled but still wanted to be nice and extend an offer. "good?"

ryomen cracked his knuckles, then wrung out his pulsing hand. "yeah, he shouted back. "good."

"is she ok?" choso called over, pointing at you.

"i'll take care of her."

"'kay, i guess." geto watched the entire thing with a skeptical look. "see you later."

without exchanging any words, ryomen returned to you and carted you up to his dorm. he was glad that you didn't protest or refuse to go with him—he surely thought you were mad at him, until you whispered the soft "thank you" to him at his door. he simply kissed your head and pushed the door open.

in his dorm, he insisted you clean while he ordered food. lounging in his bed, shirtless now and just in a pair of sweatpants, he scrolled on his phone while resting a hand on you. you'd positioned yourself beside him after cleaning off your tear-streaked makeup and changing into one of his hoodies.

"sushi and boba, or thai?" ryomen asked, rubbing slow circles on your thighs. he loved to grip the plush there, to kiss up from your calf to the softness of your belly—he would later, but right then, he was focused on getting you fed and rested, the two things he thought key in recovering from bad days. "wait. chinese?"

you ran a hand through his hair and leaned over to peck his cheek. "anything."

"you always say that, baby."

"i know."

"ok. sushi and boba."

you smiled. "i trained you right."

taking a moment, ryomen dropped his phone and grabbed your jaw to bring you in for a full, proper kiss that lasted until you were both breathless. and when you pulled away only slightly, hovering closely above him, lips still brushing, he licked his lips and smiled. "you're ok, right? not mad?"

"no," you said, tilting your head slightly. "not mad. maybe a little annoyed that you always jump to violence, but... i really appreciate you wanting to protect me. i know you just want me to be all right in the end."

"damn right i do. i love you, gorgeous."

smiling, you kissed him once more. "i love you too, ryo. now order the food before the place closes."

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It had been a long day, full of flying, patrolling the area on the lookout for any suspicious activity around the clan’s current home near the Tree of Souls, where you had to be forcibly relocated after the skypeople destroyed the Hometree. You were finally granted rest time and you head straight to the riverbank to wash your face and arms of the sweat and dirt that caked your blue skin, a satisfied sigh left your lips as the water cooled your flesh. You sat back on your heels, eyes closed, basking in the fading sunset as your ears twitched, taking in the sounds of the running water, the distant calls of ikrans in the sky, the quiet chirping of prolemuris as they swung through the trees.

Your eyes snapped open as your ears twitched to the left, hearing a shrill little giggle. It sounded so childlike. You turned to face the noise, finding a white-fleshed creature waddling its way towards the riverbank. It was covered in a loincloth similar to the kind your people wear, yellow hair frizzy and untamed down his back. A black mask stuck to its face and dirt caked its arms, legs and stomach. A skyperson. But it was so small? So tiny and helpless. A baby? You had never seen a baby skyperson before, and looking at this one, it was very difficult to believe they could grow up to be such heartless beings.

It didn’t seem to be aware of your presence at first, scurrying around, following something crawling along the floor. You watched intently, tracking its every move. Even as the child slipped on a wet rock and fell onto his behind. Your four fingered hand came up to cover your mouth to muffle the laugh behind it. The little human finally saw you then, head turning to look at you. He stayed on the floor for a few moments before immediately getting back onto his feet, waddling over to you. You were unsure how to proceed. What if his parents were nearby ready to shoot with their big guns? Did his presence mean you were close to others? Your ears and sense of smell told you otherwise, but your guard was raised nonetheless.

The small boy slowed down as he reached your kneeled form, you were so much taller than him just like this. It was comical seeing how much his head tilted back to look you in the face. It was enough to cause your mouth to split into a smile, making the human let out another giggle. His hands opened and closed as they reached out towards you, wanting to be held.

By all logic, you should pick the boy up and throw him in the river, discard of one more skyperson. It was what your head was telling you to do, but your heart and all your instincts had you moving towards the little boy. Hesitantly, your big hands cupped him underneath his armpits to lift him off the ground. It was as if he weighed nothing at all. You held him out in front of you, turning him to look over him, checking for injuries or perhaps even a hint he belonged to someone.

The baby human only giggled at being spun around, his hands opening and closing into tiny fists as he whined, reaching for you, gurgling nonsense, not even full words. Slowly, you brought him closer, his head resting on your chest. The contact soothed him, his whining stopping immediately, his small arms doing their best to fit around your neck as his head rested upon your shoulder. Your hands moved to slide one underneath his bottom whilst the other cradled the back of his head.

You slowly stood, turning to look all around you, but yet again, there was no sign of any other skypeople. You decided you would have to take him to the Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, to decide his fate. Your tail swished behind you as you took a leisurely walk towards your home camp, glancing down every so often at the little boy in your arms. His hands had come down to play with the beads on your top, tracing them with his tiny fingers. The sight filled you with deep emotion.

You had lost your chance to be mated before the eyes of Eywa, your chosen mate losing his life in the skypeople battle before you could bond. In grief, you hadn’t chosen another mate and therefore had not been granted the blessing of children. Many times you had dreamt of seeing little fingers curled up against your chest just like this, carrying your baby protectively through the forest. Your closed off maternal instincts overpowered you as you looked down at the small boy. You made a silent vow to protect him until he was safe.

You were a few feet from the edge of the home camp when you heard panicked shouting, causing you to pick up your pace. Your hands held the boy closer to you as you ran, only slowing once you saw your fellow Na’vi. The first being the Olo'eyktan himself. At the sight of you, he came to a halt and looked down at your arms.

“Spider! Oh buddy we were looking everywhere for you. Where did you find him?” Jake came over to you, his attention turning to you after seeing the boy Spider was okay. Your hands loosened their hold so he could see Jake in front of him, the young boy giving him a wide smile before looking back up at you. Your teeth bared in a grin as you moved the hand on the back of his head to lightly stroke the bridge of Spider’s nose, “This little thing was running towards the riverbank. He came towards me and asked to be held. I accepted his request.” Spider giggled and grabbed onto your long finger.

Jake looked surprised at you, though your focus was trained onto Spider so you took no notice. The movement of tree branches had you all looking towards Neytiri who walked forwards to scowl at the boy in your hold. Jake waved his hand in Spider’s direction, “You see? He needs us, he doesn’t have anyone back there to look after him. It’s not safe for him there.”

Neytiri grunted, her disdain clear on her face, “He does not belong here. He was here for seconds and yet he cause trouble, running away. I cannot permit this, Ma’Jake.”

Jake ran a frustrated hand over his face, “Baby please, he has no where else to go, both his parents are dead. We can teach him our ways, he won’t grow up to be like the others.” Neytiri still wasn’t convinced, her teeth baring in a snarl as she glared at Spider. The sight made you hold the boy a little tighter. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, holding yourself a little higher. “I will take care of him.”

Both Neytiri and Jake snapped their eyes to you. One of shock and one of relief. Jake took a step forward, placing a strong hand on your shoulder, “Thank you, (Y/N), thank you. I am indebted to you for this.” Neytiri frowned, looking between you and her husband before giving a reluctant nod, she wasn’t going to win this battle,

“Very well. You are now responsible for the human. Raise it properly and perhaps it will not grow into its insanity.”

“-om, Mom!” A small nudge in the middle of your back had you shaking out of your memories. You lifted your arm to look behind you, seeing Spider standing there with a basket of berries. You smiled down at your adoptive son, patting him on his head. “Mom, you were like completely zoned out, I was calling you for ages.”

“Apologies, my son, I was just thinking about the day I took you in.” Spider wrapped his arm around your waist in a hug, “You were so tiny, and helpless. I can see not much has changed.”

Your soft laughter rang through the air as Spider tried to tackle you to the ground but his human body was no match for your Na’vi strength. “You’re not funny mom!” He whined as you pushed him back, reaching down to tickle his sides, grinning at his laughs. Only when his breathing got too shallow did you stop, immediately kneeling down to get face level with him, checking the oxygen markings on his mask. Still high. Spider rolled his eyes at your big eyes full of worry, placing his hands over your own, “Mom I’m fine, c’mon. Look I got you some berries, I know you’ve been craving them lately. I went with Kiri before you start worrying I was alone.”

The tone in your voice turned playful at the mention of Kiri, “Oh, Kiri hm? You’re often alone with the Sully girl aren’t you Son.” His smaller hands swatted at you but you brushed them off, “Ugh mom! We’re just friends.” Your smile widened as your hand brushed through Spider’s blonde dreads, “Mawey Son, I am just teasing you. Come, it is time to welcome the warriors back from patrol.”

You placed your hand on Spider’s shoulder, guiding him alongside you as you walked forward, your tail swishing behind you. You tilted your head back to release a call for your ikran, Amay, who came a few seconds afterwards. She was large and beautiful, all kinds of shades of blue adorned her tough skin. She screeched as she landed, bowing down before you to allow you to sit on her back. You reached behind you to grab your queue to bond with Amay, leaning back to make space for Spider who promptly crawled over to sit in front of you. Once he was comfortable, you held onto her and flew her around to the other side of the Hallelujah mountains where your clan had been moved due to the decision of your leader, Jake Sully.

The past year since the RDA had come back, your world felt unsafe once again. The skypeople were relentless in their pursuits and you often feared for your people, and your son’s life. You had no idea what might happen to him should he be taken by them. A human with a life’s worth of knowledge about the Na’vi way of life was sure to be valuable to them.

It didn’t take long before you landed at the camps, helping Spider down onto the ground before releasing your bond with Amay, allowing her to fly away to rest. You watched with a knowing smile as your son immediately made his way over to the eldest Sully daughter. She was a sweet young girl and had never treated your son as anything less than an equal, it wasn’t hard to understand why Spider was so attached to her and the rest of the Sully kids.

Jake called all the riders to the tent at the back of the cave, gathering for a debrief on the latest patrol. You were quick to follow the others, knowing your son would be fine with the Sully girl.

A few hours had passed, darkness spread through the night and fatigue was starting to take over in you. Your ears twitched along with your nose as you picked up the fading scent of Spider, where had he gone?

“(Y/N)! The kids and Spider are in danger, I need your help!” There was no time to waste, running alongside your chief as you both ran towards the edge of camp, shouting for your ikrans. You glanced over to your right to see Neytiri following closely behind, the three of you gliding through the air to the coordinates Jake had gotten from his son. It was like you could feel the blood pumping around your veins in a mixture of rage and worry. All of them were just children, but Spider was vulnerable especially without his mask. He needed you, you could feel it.

Landing as quietly as possible in a tree close to Lo’ak’s coordinates, the three of you stepped down from your ikrans, ears perking as you picked up the sounds of struggle ahead. Jake gave you and Neytiri hand signals, with his wife turning off right as you headed towards the left, taking out your knife to grip tightly in your hand. You crouched down low, your steps light on the ground as you made your way unnoticed towards a small clearing. There you saw all of the children held up by demons, or Avatars, as Jake would have you call them.

You watched as Jake made the first move, taking down a guard in front of him. You scowled at the avatar in front of you, waiting for the moment he stepped back, far enough away from the view of the others to strike. One more step. Now.

You lunged, jumping up to wrap your legs around him to keep him still, one hand covering his mouth as the other sliced his neck, jumping off to slowly lower his body to the ground. Two down but still too many to go. The upper hand was yours, your positions kept secret. Until Neytiri fired her bow into the head of a demon right next to the tallest demon of them all. He held your son’s hair tight, the pain on his face forced a snarl from you. The avatars turned to shoot in Neytiri’s direction, foolishly keeping their backs to you.

You rushed out of hiding, using your knife to stab through the stomach of one man, hissing as you pushed him away, pulling your weapon back to wield again. You ducked a hit from the man to his left, coming back up to push your knife into his chest.

“Mom!”

Spider’s voice distracted you only for mere moments but it was enough time to have you be grabbed by your queue, a foot to the back of your legs forcing you onto your knees. You snarled and snapped your jaw at the hands trying to grab at your face.

“Well lookey here. Ain’t you a little spitfire.” The tallest Demon, the one Neytiri recognised, walked closer to stand in front of you. His eyes held curiosity as he stared down at you. You had killed three of his men and yet he smirked down at you? But it was irrelevant, he took your son and now he needed to pay.

You glared up at the demon man before you, jaw clenched in unmeasurable anger. A rusting and a cry of pain had your head turning to see Spider being held unconscious on the shoulders of the female demon. A quick scan around the clearing showed all the Sully kids and their parents nowhere to be seen. At least they made it out safely but the sight of your son in the hands of that bitch turned against your better judgement. Your elbow drew back into the stomach of the demon behind you, releasing his hold on your queue to spin around, kicking your leg out behind you to swipe him off his feet. Your hands grabbed handfuls of dirt into your palms to throw at the face of the demon in front of you. It was juvenile and not well planned but it worked for long enough to be able to get close to your son.

Just as your hand held onto Spider’s the feeling of something cold pressed against your forehead. The weapon the female demon was holding in her hands dug into your skin as your bared your teeth at her. “Stand down, Z.” The she-demon frowned but obediently pulled back her weapon. You snarled at her, “Give me back my son.”

An amused laugh echoed in the clearing, the taller man coming into view as he walked to the side of you, wiping the mud from his face. “Your son huh? Is that right? Forgive me if I’m wrong but uh ain’t you a little too blue for a son who looks like that?”

Your gaze hardened, “I have raised him since he was a little boy. He is my son and I will not let you demons take him from me, or I swear to Eywa I will hunt you down and kill every last one of you with my bare hands.”

Quaritch’s mouth spread into a grin, his small fangs revealing themselves into the night, “Ain’t that a pretty promise? Alright, we’re taking her too boys, let’s roll out.” His hand came up to grab your wrists, placing a strange black binding around them, “No biting cupcake, or I’ll have to muzzle you.” You answered his words with a hiss, only gaining another laugh. Your tail swished in fury, preparing to make another attack even with your bound hands. That was, before you were hit in the side of the head with the gun of the marine behind you, knocking you unconscious.

The sound of the helicopter above had Quaritch leaning down to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, as they made their way towards the landing hovercraft. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure Spider was in tow with the others.

-

Your lungs burned as you awoken, mouth open desperately trying to gulp down air that wasn’t meant for your body. Your vision blurry as your arms swung around, fighting for survival. A blue blur in front of you came closer, grabbing something from your chest to press over your nose and mouth.

“Breathe. That’s it. Nice and slowly.” You greedily swallowed down four big inhales of air before your heart rate slowed down enough to regain full consciousness. Blinking, your sight cleared to recognise the blue blur as the soldier from (you assumed) last night. Immediately, you bared your teeth to snarl at him, ears pinning back and making a move to strike him. Your wrists were caught before you could make contact, his grip firm but not enough to cause pain.

He could only smile at your defiance, “I like the fire in you, lady. We haven’t been formally introduced, the names Miles Quaritch.”

Your nose scrunched in distrust for the man. “I have no desire to know you, Demon.” Quaritch smirked as he let go of you, either foolishly thinking you wouldn’t try to attack him again, or cocky enough to assume he could stop you a second time.

“I’d beg to differ. We seem to have a common interest. The boy, Spider, is my son.” Your eyes widened in shock, that surely wasn’t possible, he had to be lying. Quaritch continued, “Not from this body of course. I was a human killed by Mrs Sully, my memories stored and placed into this body. He was born just before things went tits up for us, his mom died fighting alongside me.”

“Wrong. I am his mother.” The scoff from Quaritch’s mouth made you angry, as if you were a child lying for attention. “I took him in, cared for him as my own for fourteen years! I have been there through the sickness, through the good. I have wiped his tears and bathed his tiny body. I have been the one to keep him fed and soothe him to sleep. I am his mother in every sense of the word and I will not let you or anyone take him from me.”

Quaritch stood still for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest, looking you up and down and nodded once, twice. “That right? Guess I owe you some kind of thanks then, for keeping my boy safe and sound.” You didn’t bother hiding the anger on your safe from hearing Quaritch call Spider ‘his boy’ but at least he didn’t seem to have bad intentions towards your son.

Quaritch lifted his own breathing mask that lay around his neck to take a deep breath before turning to leave the room, his hand reaching for the door handle. “Wait,” he paused, “I want to see him.”

Quaritch pursed his lips at your request, letting out a quiet hum in thought. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, lady.”

“Please.”

Quaritch looked back over his shoulder at you, his eyes piercing as they stared into your own. A slow nod, “I’ll see what I can do.” You tried not to show your emotions to this demon but you couldn’t help the relief on your face at the chance of being able to see Spider. No doubt he was feeling scared and angry at being cooped up in this horrible place. The walls were so bright it was making your head hurt to look at them. You sat down on the metal bench, occasionally taking breaths from the mask around your neck as you waited for when you could see your son.

It was hours later when you heard the door to your glorified cage unlock, opening to see Quaritch behind it. Your nose twitched as you recognised Spider’s scent, sitting up straight to look past Quaritch to see Spider pushing his way into the room, “Mom!”

“Spider!” You leapt off your seat, meeting your son halfway in the room, crouching down to take him into your arms. Your large hand cradled the back of his head as you felt your eyes watering, the relief at seeing Spider pushing the tears out of you. You pulled back to start lifting up his arms, looking for any signs of injury, “They didn’t hurt you did they? I swear, if they laid a finger on you I will happily bite them off.” Spider laughed at you, oh how you were so happy to hear that laugh.

You brought your hands up to cup his face, leaning down to press your forehead against his own, feeling his hands wrap around your wrist. “Mawey mom, I’m fine, see!” You smiled at that, he seemed like the same old Spider. You tilted your head up to press a soft kiss against Spider’s forehead, your tail curling around Spider’s leg. You had never seen Spider up close without his mask before, having refused many times to enter the human labs he liked to frequent with his friends. You could see every detail so much clearer, including the red streaks on his cheeks where it was clear he had been crying.

Your eyes flickered up to see Quaritch stood at the entrance, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression on his face. Seeing he had your attention, he cleared his throat, “That’s enough now, we need to get ready to leave.” His words had you standing immediately, putting yourself in front of your son, “You will not take him from me again, Demon.”

“Mom it’s okay,” Spider’s hand tugging your own did nothing to calm you down, not as Quaritch smirked, taking two steps towards you, limiting the distance to mere inches between the two of you. You hated that you had to crane your neck a little to look up at him and the smug grin on his face. “Oh no little lady, you’re coming with. Spider’s made it very clear he won’t cooperate unless you tag along.”

‘Lady’ you despised that name. It was meant for the sky people, not na’vi like you. Your teeth gritted as you spoke, “My name is (Y/N), not lady.”

“Pretty.” Your ears pinned back as you scowled at him, placing a protective hand over Spider’s chest behind you. Pretty? It was not a word you had often heard about yourself in regard to your name but you refused to feel praise at the compliment. Quaritch held out his hand to you, but you swatted it away, taking hold of your son’s hand as you stepped out of the white box room, ducking so as to not hit your head off the low ceiling. Spider’s hand clenched around yours, “Don’t worry Mom, I’m gonna get us out of here. We just need to play along for a while.”

Your thumb rubbed over the back of Spider’s hand, trying your best to make the smile on your face look genuine. But it was difficult to feel any sort of hope for your future, with it being in the hands of these dangerous creatures. As Quaritch led you two towards yet another skyperson air craft, Spider spoke to you in Na’vi informing you of what it was that you were supposed to be doing.

Adrian wasn’t a sentimental man. 

He walked the tightrope of psychopathy with a grace that most sane people lacked entirely. He didn’t flinch when he took a life, when he hurt someone, when someone hurt him. That lethal indifference to the conditions of his physical body let him do what he did, let him keep the streets clean. He’d take a bullet if he had to. Would kill a kid happily if Peacemaker couldn’t manage it. Anything for the cause, anything to ensure justice was carried out. 

He wasn’t sure if he was someone who felt love in the way others felt it, but he felt an equivalent. When you stripped him down to bare bones and organs, there were names carved messily on his heart just like anyone else. People who had managed to win his disgustingly solid loyalty, his devotee tendencies. Chris had been the first, then John, and now you. 

You hadn’t meant to put your name there, hadn't even realized he’d handed you the knife until the wound was already bleeding. You were nobody special, certainly not someone capable of dismantling an alien race. You were just a friend of a friend, someone who existed in quiet pockets of solitude and occasionally visited Emilia when you knew she was nearing an edge. That’s how it started, how he’d cemented himself as an irreplaceable aspect of the life you now shared with him. 

You worked a job that normal people worked, being different from them only in the tremendous weight of your worry. Your co-workers weren’t dating the deranged defender of their homely city - that was just a you thing. Your co-workers weren’t completely consumed by the possibility of a criminal getting the better of their partner, of having to see headlines about it, of having to watch people celebrate it. 

You were. You could barely breathe with the gravity of it sometimes. 

When the butterfly threat had been neutralized, you were thrilled to have Adrian go back to thieves and dealers. It wasn’t ideal, but he loved it, and you loved seeing him fulfilled. More importantly, he could handle those threats. He made it look easy with how equipped he was for it

Post 11th Street Kids, you and him had managed weeks of peace and domesticity. Nothing deadly hung over your heads anymore, just quiet nights and shared laughter over the absurd headlines being written about him. It was perfect, and it was calm, and it was yours. Something the two of you had all on your own.

After Chris tasked your lover with helping him clean up the corpse of his doppelganger, you knew that time was over. Something new was starting, and at the core of Adrian’s involvement was, yet again, Peacemaker. 

You never liked him much. You’d been excited to meet him after hearing the man you love speak so fondly of him. How he was a legend, how he was a role model, how they were best friends. After you’d met him, though, you saw the acidic truth that Adrian’s dedication wasn’t always reciprocated. In this case, it wasn’t even respected. 

You’d tried your hardest to voice it, to tell him what you’d felt, what you’d seen. How it seemed like Chris enjoyed him only as long as he was useful, only for the purposes he could serve. He’d looked heartbroken before you even finished talking, so you stopped. You cleaned it up, said Peacemaker just wasn’t your kind of person, but that Adrian was his own man. If he valued the friendship, that was what mattered. You showed your distaste through pointed stares and flat tones whenever you saw him, letting his pleasantries rot in the air like neglected fruit. 

Chris had been the cause of your first fight in months. Something entirely too burdensome for such a late hour. He’d called for Vigilante a little after 9, saying that he needed something in the other dimension, and he wanted backup for it. You told Adrian that the request was ludicrous, that not only was it late, but that it wasn’t his problem. Whatever strife the helmet-clad asshole was dealing with was something of his own doing. He should stay, go to bed, stop running to Chris’ every beck and call. 

He slammed the door on the way out. You went to bed angry. Something you both had promised never to do. 

The door didn’t slam on his way back in. He shut it gently with the hands of a man who’d lost a battle. His footsteps dragged, presumably staining the floor of your holy place with inevitable sins of the outside. It woke you up immediately, the irregularity. He didn’t walk like that. He didn’t open things like they’d yell at him if he pressed too hard. He entered spaces as he was, grand and malevolent. It made you nearly question his identity, question whether or not it was him who’d just walked into the bedroom. His breathing was audible for a moment, sounding like his lungs were shaking the oxygen out instead of fondly pushing. 

You sat up when it was clear he was standing still, waiting for something. The room was dark, but light from the window made him decently visible to eyes that had been in darkness for hours. You saw his lips part, as though he was trying to speak, but he just couldn’t. 

The sheets were parting around you before you even registered you were moving, allowing your legs to straighten as you stood up. You moved over to his slouched form, all the accumulated rage from before dissolving into nothing but cold air. Was he hurt? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Woah, hey.” His neck was craned down, eyes drooping cruelly to the floor, like he couldn’t bear the sight of you. Your hands burned with the heat of his flushed face, tilting his head back up to eye level. “What happened?” 

The second he felt the heat of your fingers, the warmth of life, he collapsed into you, forcing you on to the wrinkled sheets of your shared bed. His arms wrapped around you like a ravenous snake readying the prey for consumption. His forehead met your shoulder, nearly crushing you with how close he pressed himself. His cheeks were wet, he’d been crying. 

That put the fear of God in you. Adrian Chase didn’t cry. 

“Saw you die over there.” You were surprised at how cohesive his speech was, although slurred and thick with bottomless horror. His arms gripped tighter, somehow. Like he was trying to tuck you inside his chest to stop the ending he’d seen. “I saw you in the street and some guy just…” 

You didn’t have words that could properly convey the hurt radiating off of him. You weren’t equipped to talk him off this particular ledge.

You put your hand on the back of his head, wrapping both your arms harder against him. Reassurance felt wrong, and comfort felt unreachable with how shaken he was. He could clearly tell you were still alive in the world that was his, but it seemed like he couldn’t digest it. Like your voice, and your smell, and your presence wasn’t enough to stop the fact from slipping through the cracks in his heart. 

“I’ve just been sleeping, Adrian. I’m okay.” 

You said it as softly as you could, not wanting to shatter the stillness of the air. He nodded against your chest, but he still shook like he was watching what happened play on loop. 

“I know.” 

You sunk your head down slightly, kissing the side of his head and further messing up his curls that had puffed from the exertion of his outing.

You felt his hands find home on your hips, pushing his fingertips into the pliable flesh in a very specific way. Something he only did when he was needy, when he was aching for the intimacy of being taken, of being seen. 

His name slid through your barely parted lips, a warning in the softest degree. He was mourning, barely holding himself together enough to tell you what happened. You didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want him to do this and then regret in the morning. 

“Please, I know. Just need to feel you.” 

You went to object, truly. Some vague declaration of his ill mind, his sleep deprivation, his grief. The start of it met his ears both irrefutable and insignificantly. It didn’t matter what you’d almost said, because the latter half died off at the first roll of his hips. The attire you rested in every night was made of thinner material than the clothes you wore during the day, making it that much easier for him to catch you at just the right angle. 

A heavenly groan fled from his lips, settling as a tiny vibration against the skin of your neck. Your hands were gripping him tight. Tighter than anything that could be covered by the guise of comfort. 

This was greed. Something mindless and insurmountable found only in the childish grinding, in the shameful moisture once again flowing from his glossy eyes.

“Fuck - just like that. Just need this.” His head stayed put against the crook of your collarbone, as though you could shield him from whatever sights were hidden behind his eyelids. “Don’t even wanna be inside you. Just need you close to me.”  

Sounds you’d never heard yourself make were pouring mercilessly out of you, not even encroaching the territory of the man above you. He was pitiful, exhaling whimpers so sharp and so wonderful that they could have sliced your skin on impact. It was a magical thing to hold him like this, to be someone so deep within him that this was the result of seeing someone with your face fall victim to circumstance. 

He was evidently hard now, and you swear the material of his suit was even rougher when felt through more layers. It’s solid and it’s perfect. The friction of his pumping hips burns you in a way you’d never anticipated, licking stripes of smooth fire up the length of your spine. 

“You’re too good for me. ‘m sorry I need you so much.”

You couldn’t think properly enough to interject, simply resorting to shaking your head in disagreement. The pressure of his evident bulge made you continuously clench around nothing, made your inhibition pour out of your ears like soap. You could feel evidence of your own arousal soaking through your underwear. You needed him just as bad, just as carnally.

“But I really fucking do. Couldn’t live without you. Wouldn’t want to.” 

He was so strung out that his sentences were bleeding into each other, wobbly and coarse. He was certain of only one thing - you. Your state wasn’t proving much better, head dizzy and fingers tight in his hair. The rhythm you’d managed to find with him was innate, as though your body knew what his was doing before it’d even been considered. It felt so fucking good that you didn’t know how to be with him, didn’t know how to be anything in that moment except whatever he chose to make you. 

“Couldn’t live without you either, Adrian.” 

If someone had heard an isolated recording of that response, they would most likely assume you were inebriated. Some type of alcohol or laughing gas making your words loopy. Devoted, even. Like someone who’d found the keys to the universe. 

And being there with him, it felt like you just might have. 

“Shit -” 

You could tell he tried to warn you, tried to tell you that he was done for. He didn’t manage to get the cautionary remark out of his mouth, breathing one of the prettiest noises you’d ever heard into your neck like he was sealing a secret into you. Branding you with the time he’d cracked open before you, with the time you’d held his fragments in place. 

Maybe in the other world you were gone. A speck of dust to be blown away amongst all the other extinguished life. But here, you were his. 

And he was yours. 

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )