#Deja Blue

[whxre-bxby]

“This Is What You Came For”

Based on the scene where Tuk, Lo’ak and Tsireya are being held at gunpoint by Quaritch and his squad. Miles tells Jake to hand himself in otherwise he’ll shoot Lo’ak. Imagine you are Jake. 

Recom soldiers (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Prager/Ja/Lopez/Brown/Fike) x recom-Y/N

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, Hurt/comfort, non-con (sorry i love it), gangbang, voyeurism

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I have a big story to tell. My past is long and changed significantly once I arrived on Pandora as a marine soldier. 

I was originally meant to work under the command of Colonel Quaritch but when Jake Sully arrived, I was given the task to help him get used to Pandora. I had my own Avatar already. Before Jake came, I would provide protection for Grace and her team every time we went into the forest to get samples of new botanical species. Lyle would often join us, but he didn’t have an Avatar. 

The day Jake got lost was the same day I left at night to go find him. He was my assignment and I would be screwed if I didn’t find him alive. So while wandering the forest alone, obviously fully armed with guns and knives, I encountered real Na’vi. They were on horseback and brought me to Hometree, to decide whether to execute me. It surprised me because I expected to be dead on the spot but then luckily Jake said he knew me and persuaded Neytiri to persuade her parents not to have me executed. 

I was young at that point in life. But time went by quickly. 

Once problems started to rise I had to make a decision and I chose to turn on my own kind and help Jake save Pandora. 

I fought by his side and we won the battle. But at the time, we didn’t know it would only be the first of many. 

Just like Jake, the clan and Eywa transferred my consciousness from my human body to my Na’vi Avatar.

Now, Jake and I were close friends. I was the aunt to his and Neytiri’s kids and we recently left the forest because the Sky People were back. We travelled to the coastlines and were accepted into a new clan. 

Now, the fight had been going on for a while and Jake was badly injured. Neytiri had retrieved him on her Ikran and flown him to safety because she knew that Quaritch was going after him. Quaritch was hunting Jake Sully, and me, Y/N L/N. 

I rode next to Ronal and Tonowari on my ilu to free Lo’ak, Tuk, and Tsireya. We stopped and I raised my sniper gun, checking to see whether it was safe to shoot one of the other recom’s from here. Suddenly, I heard Quaritch. 

“Y/N, tell your friends to stand down.” he says with a pause. I gasp and I feel my heart sink. He has the kids cuffed and at gunpoint. Half of me wants to go there with the warriors behind me and kill every single soldier, but I know better than to act on emotions. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t listen…

“You want your kids back?” he asks, knowing the damn answer. “Come out alone.” Quaritch orders. I tense, my ears tipped back. Of course, just like I remembered him. Nothing seemed to change about the Colonel other than his body. I noticed Z-Dog and Lyle on either side of him. I knew they all despised me. But I used to have quite a close relationship with Zdinarsk and Lyle and I were friendly. I guess that gave them more of a reason to hate me. That I chose this planet over everything I had with them. 

“You know better than to test my result.” the Colonel warns, pointing his gun at the back of Lo’ak’s head. My heart is racing. 

I snarl, cursing myself and putting my sniper gun down, knowing it won’t help me now. He kept on talking. 

“I took you under my wing, Y/N. You betrayed me. You killed your own good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid.” the Colonel snarls. 

I lean my hand in front of me, taking deep breaths to think about my next move. I know I need to listen to him. 

I glanced at Ronal and Tonorwari who were both furious about the recoms taking Tsireya. Then I looked behind me and scanned all the warriors who had joined us. We were enough people to take down the ship, but we couldn’t endanger the kids’ lives. 

My ears droop to the sides and I let my head hang before telling Ronal and Tonowari to stay here and keep the clan away. 

Tonwori warns me that they are killers of Tulkun and that they need to die here and today. I nod, agreeing with him. 

“They came here for me… for me and Jake. That’s what this whole thing is about…” I tell them and Ronal snarls in general anger and frustration. 

“You brought this upon us! You!” she says in a harsh tone and I flinch a little, but I completely understand her anger. 

“Then it’s me who has to do this…” I say and Tonowari gives me a firm nod before signalling to his warriors to stand down. I take a deep breath, looking back at the ship. 

“Offer’s fixin’ to expire…” Quaritch warns me. “What’s it gonna be?” 

My worried gaze turns into a glare. “Check your fire. I’m coming out.” I say, moving my gun back around my shoulder and moving forwards on my ilu.

Neytiri is circling the sky on her Ikran, watching the scene play out. She presses her neck and asks me what’s happening. 

I sigh, feeling my gut wrench and stomach drop. Honestly, I feel a little sick. But I can’t tell her what I’m doing. I don’t have the heart to tell Neytiri. She helped me so much in the past years, I owed it to her to give my life for her children. 

My ilu and I leave the warriors behind us and we dive under the water's surface. 

I see one of the Tulkun nearby and it seems to acknowledge me. It was the outsider. The one that Lo’ak had befriended. I believed his story and he showed me the bond they had. I disconnected my queue from my beloved ilu, patting its neck as a goodbye before swimming towards the Tulkun. 

If they want me to come to them I might as well make my entrance impressive. 

The Tulkun lets me close to it and I hold on to its fin as he pulls me through the water. I look behind me to see the bottom of the clan’s animals and my loyal ilu waiting for me to return. It breaks my heart, leaving it behind, but it was the right thing to do. 

We neared the ship and I moved on to the Tulkun’s back, and hold on to one of the horn-like shapes it has on its head. It swims up to the water's surface and soon, we slowly glide out of the water and in front of the ship. 

Immediately everyone onboard shuffles around and all weapons are pointed at me. I stay, kneeling on its back as it brings me to the side so I can comfortably step on board. I glide my hand over its skin and thank the Tulkun before standing upright and for the first time, I set foot onto the ship. 

I locked eyes with the Colonel, examining him and his team. Their guns remained pointed at me and followed my steps. I stopped, standing in front of them with nothing in my hands. The water was dripping from my body and hair, creating small puddles beneath my feet. 

I shifted my gaze to the kids. They all looked worried but Tsireya and Tuk seemed a little relieved that an adult on their side was with them. On the other hand, Lo’ak looked upset. I saw him shaking his head at me before, he must not want me to give up my life. But I owe it to all of them. I owe it to Jake for helping me escape, I owe it to Neytiri for taking care of me, to the kids who have always been so lovely over the years and to Eywa. I saved Ewya once, but I also brought this upon her. I needed to make it right. 

Quaritch firmly nodded, pressing his lips into a straight line and turning to face me while still pointing his gun at Lo’ak. That angered me. 

“Slowly remove your weapon.” he ordered me and my ears tipped back, showing him clear signs of discomfort. I was about to rid my protection. 

I listened, slowly pulling the strap over my head and arm, holding my gun in my hand before gently throwing it to the side. 

A recom soldier kicked it out of my reach and I glared at him before looking back at Miles. 

“Let them go.” I snarled and he glared back. With some hesitation, he lowered his weapon and signalled something to his soldiers. To my relief, they started opening the handcuffs of the children but still held them by the arms. 

I stood firmly on the ground, my tail flicking around in irritation. I felt protective over them. They needed to return to Neytiri safe and unharmed. 

“Let ‘em go.” The Colonel ordered, harshly pushing Lo’ak away from himself and towards me. Lo’ak glanced around and grabbed Tsireya’s hand before warily walking to me. Tuk couldn’t wait anymore. She was terrified of the soldiers so she sprinted to me and hugged my lower waist, hiding her face in my hip. I leaned down, cradling her body and holding her close to me. My hand stroked her head to try and comfort her in any way possible. 

“Shh Tuk. It’s all okay now. You can go home.” I say in a soft voice, forgetting about all the danger around us for a second. Lo’ak comes around my other side and hugs me too. I hold them all for a few seconds as if we were one family and when Tuk lifts her head, I wipe her tears. 

“Don’t cry Tuk. You are safe now.” I force a smile and press her forehead to mine. That was something that always helped calm her down when she was a baby. It seemed to still work. 

In the next few seconds, I heard the cry of an Ikran and the flap of its wings behind me. I looked up and all soldiers had changed their aim from me to something behind me. 

I just smiled in relief, knowing who it was. 

I turned around and Neytiri had gotten off her Ikran and stood behind me, but luckily she wasn’t pointing weapons at the enemy. 

“Don’t shoot.” I shout, wanting them to know she was here for her children. 

Tuk gasped and ran to her mother and Lo’ak quickly joined her. Tsireya followed Lo’ak. 

I want to walk to Neytiri too but I hear a shout behind me. 

“You take one more step Y/L/N and I open fire.” The Colonel warns. “You’re stayin’ here.” 

I freeze in my step and look over my shoulder to let him know I heard him before turning back to Neytiri. She had put Tuk on her Ikran already and Lo’ak and Tsireya got onto the Tulkun that brought me here. 

Neytiri and I exchanged eye contact and as much as she hated that I was part of the reason this was happening, her gaze softened. She knew what I was doing and it saddened her. She also took to heart that I put her children's lives over my own and gave me a sad smile. 

“I thank you Y/N…” she said in Na’vi. 

I nod, smiling and bowing my head a little. 

“You proved yourself to the Great Mother. It will not be forgotten.”

Her words make me feel proud and I thank her. She walks over to me, in slow strides, her eyes not leaving mine. Now I could see how saddened she was.

Her eyes are just as teared up as mine are.

She pressed her own forehead against mine and thanked me again, for helping her children. Then, she returned to her Ikran, looking at me one last time before taking off. Lo’ak and Tsierya were ordered by her to go, and I waved at Lo’ak slowly. He returned the gesture, also visibly sad and they dived under the water. 

I stared at the open ocean for a few moments before taking a deep breath and turning back to face the Colonel. 

I couldn’t read his expression but it had changed. Maybe seeing me with children had some kind of impact on him. After all, I knew he more or less thought of himself as Spider’s dad. 

Then he signalled something and most weapons were put down. I heard a few chuckles from the soldiers around me who had now encircled me and blocked my exit. They were recoms. The humans didn’t dare get so close. I hiss at one that’s too close for my liking but he just smirks, not moving back. 

“This is going to be fun.” the Colonel says, evilly smirking at me before turning around and leading the way. Almost instantly, a gun is pointed at my head and I am pushed forward, being told to follow him. 

I let out a shaky breath but oblige. At least I wasn’t being held down. 

We entered a large hall which looked like an empty car storage area inside the ship. There was a light in the middle of the ceiling that didn’t reach the dark corners. I sigh. This was probably the last room I was going to see in my life. 

I knew whatever they had planned wasn’t going to go well for me. Then again, I was surprised I was still alive now. Maybe they wanted me for questioning first. 

I heard a few footsteps behind me stop walking and then I heard a voice sternly say, “No humans allowed.”.

There was complaining coming from the humans on board and then the large doors started automatically closing. 

All daylight was now gone and everything seemed dimmer. I was urged to walk to the centre of the room so that I more or less stood beneath the light. 

The soldiers stopped around me, creating a type of wide circle to make sure I couldn’t escape. I assumed the doors were all locked anyway, so I wouldn’t test my luck. 

“Zdinarsk, Warren, go to the deck and help Walker and Zhang.” the Colonel said and they nodded before walking off. I watched Zdinarsk and our eyes met but she left anyway without saying a word. I wasn’t surprised. 

I slowly turn around, scanning everyone. Just to see what I was dealing with. Most of them looked the same, everyone wearing similar attire but something small would always differentiate them. 

Surrounding Y/N stood Prager, Mansk, Fike, Ja(Alexander), Brown, Lopez, Wainfleet, and the Colonel. Their weapons were no longer pointed at her but they still held them firmly, in case she were to try something.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and you will answer them.” the Colonel says, stepping forward a little and resting his hands on his vest. I turn to face him and glare again. 

What makes him think I’m going to willingly snitch on my family?

“If you refuse, then you won’t look as pretty by the time we’re done.” Quaritch adds, and a bald soldier and a soldier wearing his cap backwards flash metal rods and another soldier cracks his knuckles behind me. I’ve seen them use those on other clans. They shock and electrocute them. 

I recognize Lyle and Brown. 

I frown at his words. He would always somehow manage to catch me off guard. 

When I look back at him, he takes it as an answer to my understanding of the terms and conditions. 

“How does it feel to betray your own kind, Y/N? Your own people.” he snarls and I scoff. As long as I answer I should be fine. What I say is up to me.

“Great.” I reply, staring him dead in the eye. He raises an eyebrow before nodding at Lyle. He steps forward and I feel a cold metal come in contact with my thigh before my whole body is tensed and I flinch at the shock waves running through me. 

I yelp and quickly step away from him, my hand covering where he electrocuted me. I stared at him in shock. He didn’t even hesitate. After years of us knowing each other and that man mindlessly hurt me. 

“Ah! Fuck- ‘in hell…You idiot- I answered the question!” I swear, not understanding why he did that. 

My reaction amused the soldiers. 

“Doesn’t seem to be going that well for you.” Quaritch teases and I look back at him, my eyes furious. God, I hated him. A few men chuckle and I twirl my tail around my leg. Being in the spotlight like this made me uncomfortable. 

“Who’s here with you that we know?” the Colonel asks and my ears flick away a drop of water that fell from my hair. 

I hesitate, not wanting to expose them. But then again, it wasn’t such a secret since they were watching the others leave Pandora after we had won. I hear the shock rod go off close to me as a warning and I jumped before opening my mouth to say something. 

“Most of the science team…” I say, a bit quieter now. He doesn’t say anything and just keeps looking at me. I take it as a hint to elaborate. 

“Dr. Norm Spellman, Max Patel, John, Lily, …” 

“What about Augustine?” Quaritch asks and my frown turns into a blank expression. I stare at him in slight disbelief, trying to find out whether he was serious or not. 

My silence seems to make him uncomfortable. So he signals his soldier to shock me but I answer before he can. 

“You killed Grace…” I snarl at him, the memory paining me. He doesn’t seem upset but he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that. 

“You shot her… in her stomach.” 

He looked away, not saying anything. 

“But the Great Mother accepted her. Her soul is with Eywa now.” I softly say. He looks back. I can tell not a single person in this room still fully understood the power of Eywa. 

“Grace helped Pandora, unlike you. Eywa will have no mercy on you.”

After what was probably a minute of silence, he continued questioning me. 

“Where’s Sully?” he asks. I decide to irritate him just a little more. 

“Which one?” I reply, smirking. I knew I wouldn’t get shocked because I answered and played it off as an innocent question. 

His ears tipped back and he caught on to my attitude. 

“Answer.” Quaritch demanded. 

“I don’t know.” I say and suddenly I feel the same pain and shock shoot through my body. But this time, it comes from my hip. 

I whine, bending forward and resting one arm on my knee while I regain my breath. I throw Brown a dirty look before returning my gaze to Quaritch. 

“He’s injured. I don’t know where they took him. He could be anywhere.” 

“I feel like you would know where.” the Colonel replies, taking an intimidating step forward. I stand my ground. 

“No.” I simply say and suddenly I feel both rods on my ribs and shock waves hit me again. My knees give out and I’m kneeling on the floor, one arm hugging my waist while the other holds me up.

Quaritch stares me down before sighing and shaking his head. 

“You know Y/N, I used to think of you as my best soldier.” he says and my ears perk up. 

“You were everything you needed to be. I was hoping you’d become Colonel one day too.”  

He was playing mind games with me. I wasn’t going to fall for it. I got off my knees and stood in front of him again. 

“I don’t know why you decided to run off with Sully. But I can see it changed you.” he locks eyes with me again and he looks angry. 

“I didn’t think it would be possible, but turns out you really did become Na’vi, huh?” he continues, almost mocking me. 

“You live with them, talk like them…Hell, look at you. Ya even dress like ‘em.” he growls and I look down at my body. I wore typical female Na’vi clothing. A top which I used to think barely covered my chest and a loincloth. 

I heard some shuffling around me and then Quaritch smirked. 

“Definitely not complainin’.”

The soldiers around me chuckle darkly. I used to be one of them and now they think they can treat me like a minority.

That’s it. He crossed the line. I know exactly what that meant and it was completely unnecessary. 

“Asshole.” I snarl and his eyes widen at my comment. 

“I see you kept your spirit at least.” he grins. “Guess it won’t be as easy to break ya.” 

I huff and he watches me for a while before asking away again. 

“Who do you have the kids with? Sully?” he asks and I look at him confused. Did he not know they were Jake’s and Neytiri’s?

“What kids?” I ask and Lyle takes a step forward but I move out of his way when he tries to touch me with the metal stick again. 

“They aren’t mine.” 

“I’m meant to believe that?” he asks me and scoffs. I’m getting really frustrated here. 

“They’re Neytiri’s… and Jake’s.” I say, knowing they are safe so it won’t matter if I tell them. 

“You don’t have kids? Ya didn’t settle down like Sully?” he asks and I glare at him again. But I know I have to answer so I shake my head ‘no’. 

“Why’d ya give yourself up for them then?” he asks, genuinely. 

“Because they don’t deserve to die. They saw me as one of them.” I coldly replied, still angry about how they were treated. “I on the other hand came here with the intention to kill for our kind. People like that don’t deserve a good life.” 

A few moments of silence.

Quaritch claps his hands together and smirks. “Well then, that’ll just make this even better.” 

I stare at him trying to figure out what he means but I snap out of it when I see Lyle move out of the corner of my eye and I move away again. He huffs out in annoyance. 

“Cut it out, I swear to god.” I say, having enough of this bullshit. But Lyle and Brown both attempt to shock me again this time. I turn around, facing them now and hiss. It just seems to annoy Lyle even more and the next time he tries to hit me with the rod I lose it. 

“That’s it, you fuckin-” I start swearing, grabbing the rod where he’s holding it and kneeing him in the stomach. He lets go, groaning and bending forwards. I immediately upper-punch him in the face and he stumbles back. Behind me, Brown attempts to restrain my arms but I elbow him in the chest, knocking the air out of him and he lets go, taking a few steps back. 

I want to turn around to face Quaritch but now Prager and Ja have dropped their weapons and run forward to try to contain me. 

They seemed to forget that I used to be a marine too. 

Prager wraps his arms around my waist, holding my arms down. I kick myself off the ground in a launch-mode position and then kick Ja in the face, sending him to the ground. When I land on my feet, I lean down, keeping the motion and Prager is more or less thrown over me. 

He lets go and then I see Lyle standing and coming for me again. I just throw myself on him and tackle him to the ground. Lyle manages to hit me in the face but it doesn’t phase me. He rolls us over and tries pinning my arms down but I knee him between the legs and he gives out much easier than expected. 

I roll him around and am now straddling his waist, delivering punch after punch to his face. 

Before I know it, someone grabs both my arms and my braid, pulling me off of Lyle and hurling me to my feet. I struggle and try to set myself free from their grip but I can’t. I’m held tightly in place and pulled against this soldier's body, with my back pressing against his chest. The tight grip on my braid pains me. 

I look up and notice it's Mansk. He removed his glasses and looked pissed off. That was unlike him. Rarely things got to him, he would usually have a neutral stern face with occasional smiles. 

This was new. But maybe, I was the problem. Not like I cared if I annoyed him. Nothing could compare to the hell these meathead idiots put me through. 

Lyle and Brown are helped up and all eyes are back on me. My chest is heaving slightly more than before and I feel the blood running down from my nose. 

Quaritch doesn’t even seem angry. He actually looks impressed. The soldiers that didn’t join like Fike and Lopez are waiting for orders and seem to be expecting a horrible reaction from the Colonel. The soldiers that I did hit on the other hand… those fuckers are out for blood. I mean every single one of them looks at me like they want to kill me. Lyle included. The once goofy dumbass I would work with has his eyes filled with fury. 

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this is how I go down. This could very well be how I die. 

“What? Did you forget I used to be like you?” I snicker, not being able to hold back a small grin. I took down most of them. I was impressed with myself. Damn. Jake would be impressed too. 

Quaritch smirked. I amused him. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ the princess treatment now.” he said. I wasn’t expecting it. Usually, fighting others in combat would earn someone more respect. That didn’t work in this case. 

“Anyway…” Quaritch started again, starting to slowly walk around Mansk and me while the other soldiers watched him. As if they were waiting for permission to kill me and finish me off. “Since you’re ours now and we can do with you as we please…”

My eyes shoot to him and my ears perk up. His words confuse me but they have caught my attention. 

“And you’re Na’vi now so you understand your body… you can help us out.” Quaritch states, stopping and facing me again. His hands are still holding onto the top of his vest. 

My ears tip back when I hear him ask for my help. The last thing I would do is willingly help them. He scoffs at my reaction and Mansk rearranges his grip on my body, making sure to keep it tight. 

“We noticed we get, frustrated, more easily…” Quaritch spoke, pretending as if it were nothing. “And you just happened to trigger that reaction again.” 

I huff, glaring at him again. My body tenses and I try to push myself away from Mansk who just tugs me back into him. 

“How do we contain or… solve that problem, Y/N?” Quaritch asks, taking a step towards me. His tall and built form is almost towering over my slightly smaller frame. I was never small but I never reached their height either. 

My eyes widen and I gulp. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. If they are going through their heat, or rut actually, then only finding a mate and forming tsaheylu can solve that as far as I know. And if that is the case here, I need to leave right now. The last thing I need is to be spiritually connected to these monsters through Eywa. She would probably banish me along with them.

He takes note of my reaction. “I can tell that you know the answer. Why don’t you open your pretty lil’ mouth and share it with us?” Quaritch mocks me and I notice how it spikes everyone's interest. It makes me feel more nervous than angry, to be honest. Nervous and even a little frightened because I don’t know what is to come. 

I myself was nearing my heat cycle, so my pheromones could be stronger but I shouldn’t be due for the next week or two at least. I wasn’t feeling the symptoms either so I should be fine. 

“No? You want to keep it to yourself? Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, sweetheart.” He says, turning away and walking to a chair. He picks it up, bringing it to the circle and sitting on it the wrong way. 

“There’s one rule, squad. You listen to everything I say. If you don’t, you’re out and I’ll deal with you personally.” Quaritch threatened, scanning over his unit. A few soldiers nod while others just look between him and me. 

I notice Mansk has tightened his grip on me and is almost hugging me from behind. If you could call his tight, bruising grip a hug. 

“Understood?” Quaritch asks, wanting to make himself clear. Everyone responds with ‘yes sir.’ and the Colonel nods. 

“Alright then. Deal with her.” he snarls and I hear a few dark chuckles and growls around the room. They seemed to know what to do while I was confused.

Mansk grins behind me and harshly pushes me forwards, almost making me stumble. I yelp and stop before I can get closer to the other soldiers but some of them are already making their way to me, their grins and smirks making me feel small. Almost instantly, multiple hands are on me and suddenly, my knee is kicked in. I whine as my legs give out and I fall to my knees while being pushed down. I feel two hands wrap around my queue and some push down my back, so I’m struggling to keep myself up on all fours. My hands are pulled from beneath me and arranged in front of me and I feel someone lift my waist. 

I protest, curses and swear words spilling from my lips but they don’t faze anyone. I also continue to fight against their grip, hoping to make this as difficult for them as possible. 

Quickly looking around me I notice some soldiers stood standing and watching. Around me, I recognize Mansk, Lyle, Lopez, and Fike.

“Come back here, hot stuff.”  Mansk was behind me, pulling me back by my waist and hips when I tried to crawl away. Lyle was on my side and I assumed his hands were around my queue. Lopez and Fike were holding me down by pushing my back and grabbing my arms. Mansk had wrapped his arm around my tail, holding me in place. 

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.” I heard Mansk growl and my eyes widened in shock when I felt my stomach erupt in excitement and realised my body was positively reacting to their handling. 

Within the next few seconds, someone delivered a harsh slap to my ass and I cried out, arching my back in pain before dropping my head and trying to hide my embarrassed face. 

Lyle chuckled at my reaction, moving to sit in front of me now. He picked up my face into his hand, forcing me to look up at him. I closed my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Look at you turning all red, buttercup.” he cooed, and it felt like he was making fun of me. “This ain’t how I remember you.” 

I open my eyes and glare up at him while he just grins. 

Fike’s hands are on the waistband of my loincloth and he looks back to the Colonel for permission. 

“Take it off.” Quaritch orders and the soldier's snicker in response. My eyes shoot wide open when I hear the words and I struggle again. 

“Don’t you fucking dare, I will-” I start threatening but within seconds I feel someone quite literally rip the cloth from my waist. I scream in shock and in pain because the fingers that removed it scratched my skin. I pull my head away from Lyle’s grip. 

His focus seems to have been distracted from my face and shifted to my bare waist. He could only watch his colleague's reactions to imagine what you looked like. Based on their groans and curses, he couldn’t wait to have his turn. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Mansk groaned, resting his hand on my bare hip and Lopez laughed. 

“Christmas came early.” Fike jokes and I hide my face in my arm again. 

Some soldiers standing around came behind Mansk to see and I tried blocking their laughs and jokes out. 

“Show me.” Lyle ordered, becoming visibly impatient. His hand still held my braid while the other pulled me around by my waist. He leaned over to see what I looked like and when he cursed too I wanted to cry. The embarrassment was overwhelming. I’d never had this much unwanted attention and I didn’t know how to deal with it. 

“You better hurry the fuck up. I’m next.” Lyle grinned, looking at Mansk who pulled my hips back to him. I closed my legs and managed to cover myself with my now free tail but it earned me another harsh slap to my other ass cheek. 

“Don’t hide baby. It won’t help you.” I heard Quaritch say and my cheeks heated up even more. I forgot he was still there and he was probably watching the whole thing. The superior I used to look up to was watching and commanding his men to use me. 

My tail was snatched away by Mansk again and Lopez untied the knot I made on my back, holding my chest piece in place. It fell open and I clenched my jaw together, tensing all my muscles. It was pulled over my head and I watched as someone threw it to the side. I was completely naked now. In front of 8 men. 

Hands were feeling up and down my body, squeezing and caressing my bare, burning skin. 

Lyle was back in front of me now, hand holding my face. I didn’t even fight his grip anymore, I just let him hold my head up. 

My teary eyes and flushed face seemed to turn him on even more. 

“You look so pretty, baby. Don’t worry, you’re gonna get what you want.” He cooed and I managed to gather the strength and snarl at him. He knew damn well this is not what I asked for. 

I heard someone unbuckle their belt and shuffle behind me. Before long, my hips were pulled flush against someone else’s bare abdomen. I gasped, looking behind me and whining. I hated how the excitement in my stomach turned into the wetness that was gathering by my core. It wasn’t fair. I needed to stay strong. I wanted to prove to them that I was still strong and could resist as long as I wanted to. But the truth was, my opposing and rebellious thoughts were fading and being replaced with feelings I was denying for way too long. 

Mansk grinded himself against me, feeling my slick on himself. 

“Shit- looks like you’re enjoying this.” he snarled and I shook my head no, my ears strained back. But I was lying to myself at this point.

“Not yet.” Quaritch said and Mansk stopped. “Prep her first.” 

Mansk pulled away and suddenly, someone pushed two fingers into me and I bit down on my lip. 

Lyle was watching my reactions, falling silent and looking almost mesmerised. His ears were pointed forwards, trying to pick up all and any noises I made. Even just your heavy breathing had him feeling fired up.

The fingers inside me started moving and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, fighting the urge to just submit and let them use me. I whine again through clenched teeth and hear how Lyle sighs. 

Luckily it stops before I can fall apart and the fingers which belong to Lopez are removed. 

“Fuck, look at how wet she is.” he says, spreading the slick over my hot skin. 

That’s when I know that I can’t hide it anymore. Hot tears start spilling down my face in embarrassment and I become aware of the fact that I am screwed. My pride is gone. 

“Aw, don’t cry, buttercup. We’ll make you feel good.” Lyle teases me, running a thumb over my cheek and wiping away a few tears. 

“No.” I whimper, trying in one last attempt to keep up my rebellious act but then I feel Mansk line himself up with me and then it’s all over. 

One of his hands is on my tail while the other then tightly grips my waist and with one strong thrust, he’s inside me. I gasp at the stretch and the foreign feeling of intrusion. He mutters a curse under his breath, stilling for a moment. 

“Shit- so tight. I’m only half in.” he says, his tone a little quieter now and a few soldiers laugh. My wide eyes meet Lyle’s when he says only half and Lyle laughs too. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.” he says, and surprisingly his now softer voice comforts me. He rubs his thumb over my cheek again while Mansk pulls out and with his next thrusts, he pushes even deeper into me. A whimper and a sob leave my lips, but the noises seem to spur him on. He’s getting a reaction from me and that’s what he needs. 

Soon, he’s thrusting in and out of me and it starts feeling good. His heavy breathing and grunting have my stomach erupting in sick butterflies and then he hits a spot inside me that shoots pleasure through me. My tensed figure suddenly relaxes and I involuntarily arch my back and moan. 

The soldier’s heads shoot to me and Lyle looks surprised but the filthy noise makes his grin return. 

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut.” he says and lightly slaps my cheek. It doesn’t even hurt, it just stings a little and manages to keep my head in reality. 

Mansk speeds up his pace, pulling me back against him every time he thrusts forward. I feel another pair of hands move up and down my arched back while the others grope my breasts and play with my nipples. 

Lyle grips my jaw again and takes advantage of my parted lips. He pushes his thumb past them and into my hot mouth. My jaw drops open a bit more and our eyes meet. My half-lidded eyes find his intrigued gaze and I watch his eyes widen as I swirl my tongue around his finger. 

“Shit.” he whispers, unable to stop watching me suck his thumb. Mansk speeds up even more and I moan around Lyle’s finger. 

Hastily, he removes it from my mouth and his hands fly to his belt. I watch as he opens everything, pulling his cammies down his waist swiftly. His toned abdomen, his v-line, toned thighs and huge dick make me moan again. 

Lyle can’t wait any longer and pulls my head to his length, wrapping his fingers around my braid again. 

Without any fucking hesitation, I stick my tongue out and sloppily lick a long stripe from his base to his tip. I keep my eyes trained on his face and watch how his lips are white from how hard he’s biting down on them. 

Next, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his head. He moans and I notice his body shudder. 

Mansk is relentlessly fucking into me and I feel myself get close too. He keeps hitting the same spot inside me and I moan around Lyle. 

In the next few seconds, my legs shake and I clench around Mansk who curses again and rides out my orgasm. My eyes roll to the back of my head and then his hips still with his cock deep inside me. Mansk releases his load, leaning forward and hugging my waist to keep me close to him. My quivering legs slowly slide out from beneath me but Mansk gets up and pulls me back up by my waist. He pulls out with a sigh and Lyle removes himself from my lips. 

“My fucking turn.” Lyle announces, getting up and taking Mansk’s position. Mansk moves to the side, regaining his breath before getting dressed. 

Fike had been jerking off to my sounds and watched how I was being fucked. He finished just before I did and was now getting dressed with Mansk. They both got up, grinning at each other before taking their previous spots and holding their weapons. 

Lyle doesn’t need to wait, he just immediately pushes himself deep into me and starts to fuck me. I moan, trying to crawl away because I’m still so sensitive but he just tugs me back and tightens his grip. Lopez is now in front of me and his pants open too. My vision is a little blurry now, but maybe it’s just my clouded mind. I can’t properly comprehend what’s happening but I sure can’t fight it. I just let it happen now. 

Lyle grabs my thighs, spreading them further apart so that my legs are resting around his. One of his hands is wrapped around my tail while the other is groping my ass. 

I want to moan but then my mouth is filled with Lopez’s dick. I open my mouth as he makes me almost choke and let my tongue trace his veins. Lopez groans, his ears tipped back and fangs bared. Their primal side turns me on. 

"Watch it with those." Lopez growls out, his thumb tracing over my fangs. I don't even get the chance to nod before I'm urged to take more.

I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far into my mouth as possible before hollowing my cheeks. He snarls, responding to the pleasure and slowly moves in and out of me. 

Compared to him, Lyle is fucking the life out of me. The area where the skin of his thighs and abdomen slaps mine has turned red and no longer stings, it's becoming numb.

I moan around Lopez again and because I’m already so fucked out, time passes quicker. Lyle finishes by plunging himself as deep as Mansk into me and cumming. He makes me come a second time because he paid attention to how my body responded to him and applied pressure on my clit to get me over the edge. Seeing my eyes roll back again sent Lopez into euphoria and after they both pulled away and my quivering self was laying on the floor regaining my breath, their positions were taken. 

Strong hands pull me from the ground and back onto all fours. My knees and palms became red and sore. I open my eyes and see Prager, Ja, and Brown kneeling around me.

Brown lines himself up behind me while Ja cups my face, smiling. Prager is keeping me stable and holding me in place so I don’t fall over. 

“I can’t- anymore.” I sob, feeling like a mess. My skin has beads of sweat covering it, my face is flushed and my hips are bruised. The blood from my nose ran down my lips and I can taste the blood. 

Tears are wiped away by Ja and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Prager and Brown look over at Quaritch. 

“She can take it.” Quaritch assures. His voice reminds me of how angry I felt before. Like he would know whether I can or can’t. 

I feel Brown push into me and moan. My slick mixed with Lyle’s and Mansk’s cum is dripping down my legs now. I protest with a whimper, spreading my arms and legs so that I really don’t collapse. 

“Someone’s been fucked dumb.” Ja coo’s but it no longer makes me feel embarrassed. It makes me enjoy it that much more. 

Brown tugs my hips towards him, his tail caressing my thigh as he ruts into me with no mercy. Prager and Ja switch places and Prager is opening his belt in front of me again. I started feeling like I was about to lose consciousness from everything happening around me.

Once Prager rid himself of his pants, I instinctively opened my mouth and he chuckled. His former colleague who beat him in combat was now waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever get to see you like this, Y/N.” he teases but his words just went in one ear and out the other. The other men laughed. 

“Hurry up before she passes out on you.” A voice from one of the soldiers standing called and more snickers followed. 

“Take it easy on her. I’m surprised she’s still standin’.” Quaritch says and I can tell by the way he says it that he’s grinning. 

Prager nods and Brown slows down a little. Then Prager places his tip on my lips, gripping the back of my head and pushing about halfway in. I’m more used to the intrusion so I can take more of him. He bites his lip, pulling out before back slowly advancing a little further in. He’s almost bottomed out and I choke a little, squeezing my eyes shut. Another tear runs down my cheek and Prager moans, his head falling back. 

I hear a few voices around me exchanging words and in synch with Brown’s thrusts, Prager pushes all the way down my throat so that my nose is pressed against his abdomen. My eyes are wide because I can’t believe I’m able to take him so far down my throat. Especially because he and all the other soldiers are so big. 

I hold back a choke and cough a little, swallowing around him which drives Prager feral. He and Brown both still their hips and the soldiers standing around cheer at him and whistle. 

“Shit, she can take it all. Makes me want to have another turn.” Someone says but I’m too distracted to figure out who it is. 

“Not today, otherwise, we’ll lose her.” Quaritch chuckles. 

Prager and Brown both pull out while Ja holds me up now. Brown finishes quickly and then Prager follows. I swallow Prager’s load out of reflex because he is so far down my throat. 

When Prager pulls out I gasp for air and cough, which has a few soldiers snickering darkly. He high-fives Brown as he gets up, but Prager stays kneeling by me to hold me up for Ja. 

“You okay, baby?” Ja asks but I can’t respond. I feel so weak and tired. He lets go of my waist and I slowly sink to the ground. My limbs are almost useless at this point. 

Prager is grinning while Ja takes a bit of pity on me. He carefully turns me around so that I’m laying on my back before climbing on top of me, his arms caging me in. I feel a little less exposed like this at least. He smirks when my eyes meet his. 

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he whispers, taking into consideration how sore I am and how watery my eyes are. 

“Oh god.” someone laughs. “Lover-boy’s fallin’ in love again.” 

Ja’s ears tip back and he glares at the soldier that commented that. 

“Hey. Cut it out and let the man handle things. Someone has to be last.” Lyle stepped in. 

My ears have drooped, and I just watch him. I’m too tired to even turn my head. 

Ja looks at me before undoing his pants. When he slips them down, he checks on me again to make sure I’m still awake. He seems very caring. Unlike the others. It makes me feel safer. It also makes me regret kicking him in the face before. 

Ja takes one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist and then he takes both my hands and pins them above my head with one of his. I don’t even lift a finger in protest. 

Then, he moves his hips forward and slowly enters me. He manages to push all the way in because I’m stretched out from all the others but it doesn’t feel any less good. 

They’ve all been deprived of sexual relief for a long time and now they could finally let it all out. 

He’s about to pull out again when someone comments on something. Ja was about to punch his colleague and take you away so he could have you to himself but the comment stopped his violent thoughts. 

“Damn, look.” Lopez nudges Brown and Mansk, but their eyes are already fixed on your abdomen. Lyle chuckles and even Quaritch now stands up to look. 

Ja is confused and looks down only to be met with one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. He examines the belly bulge, letting go of your thigh and pressing down lightly on your abdomen. 

I whine, closing my eyes and it makes Ja want to claim me as his right then and there. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how good you look right now, babygirl.” Mansk says, feeling needy all over again. 

I whimper, letting my head fall to the side so that I’m not looking at them. 

“Poor girl’s embarrassed. Leave her alone.” Prager jokes and they chuckle knowing you’ve been embarrassed from the second your knees hit the ground. 

“You’re okay, baby. Let me take care of you.” Ja whispered, leaning down to my ear. I look up at him and nod a little in response which makes him smile. 

Slowly and steadily, he pulls out of me. Ja starts gently thrusting into me, his one hand returning to keep my thigh around his lower waist. He rubs his hand along the skin, keeping it in place while he makes sure I feel good too. Every reaction I give him he takes into account and once I arch my back off the ground and into him, he grins, seeing it as a positive response. He speeds up just a little, but not enough to have our skin slapping. 

I whimper and occasionally moan, my eyes fluttering closed. 

He drops his head and licks the skin around my nipples before biting and kissing my neck. 

The kisses surprise me but they piss Quaritch off. 

“Not her mouth. Don’t you dare.” Quaritch orders, sternly. Ja looks up, not seeming happy with the order but still listening. He doesn’t nod, he just returns to kissing my neck which makes the butterflies in my tummy come to life again. 

My mouth drops open as I feel another orgasm start to build up. 

Ja’s thrusts become a little sloppy and he grinds down against my clit every time he bottoms out. 

“You can let go, baby.” he whispers in my ear and I nod again. With the next few thrusts, I’m in heaven. My pussy clenches around him which pushes him over the edge but he rides out both our orgasms. 

His head is dropped in the crook of my neck while we both regain our breath. I can’t even open my eyes, I just go limp. Ja gives my cheek a small kiss before carefully letting go of me and pulling out. Quaritch glares at him before Ja starts getting dressed. 

I just lay on the floor, my legs resting on top of each other with one arm slightly covering my chest. 

Quaritch walks over to me and squats down. He turns my head to look up at him and I notice the shit-eating grin on his face. He watches how my ears tip back and my little rebellion against him amuses the Colonel. 

“You and I aren’t done yet.” he whispers before standing up. 

“Prager, get the towel. Lyle, help the poor lady up.” he orders and Lyle walks over to me, sinking to his knees and pulling me up into a sitting position. Prager comes over and wipes away the mixture of body fluids than ran down my inner thighs. I flinch when he touches my pussy but Lyle comforts me by holding my cheek and rubbing my belly. 

“You did well, buttercup.” he says and I would have scoffed at the pet name which I was now able to comprehend again, but I was mentally absent. 

The towel is wrapped around me and Lyle pulls me to my feet. He’s about to pick me up but to his surprise, I push him away. 

“I can fucking walk by myself, I don’t need your help.” I say. My previous attitude returning amuses the squad. 

Lyle grins. “Go ahead.”

He removes his arms from under my arms and I take a step forward. Almost immediately my quivering legs give out but before I can sink to the ground, Lyle catches me again. 

“Fuck.” I swear and he chuckles. 

“Pick her up.” Quaritch orders and Lyle scoops me into his arms. I cover my face with the towel and don’t protest. 

“What were you saying, baby?” Lyle teased and Mansk chuckled. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumble. Lyle grins and starts walking behind the Colonel. The squad pick up their things and make their way to the exit. 

“I want to go back.” I say, only loud enough for Lyle and Miles to hear.

I wanted to go back to my family, but I knew that there was no chance of that happening. 

Quaritch scoffed, stopping in front of the exit doors and tucking in my towel so that nothing was exposed. 

“Not happening. This is what you came for Y/N.” he teased, making sure I was covered before pressing the button and the large automatic doors opened. The daylight hit me and I shielded myself with the towel.

Mansk and Ja walked beside Lyle to keep the people and other soldiers who weren’t recoms away. They felt protective over you. You were their Y/N after all. 

No one needed to know about their business. All they saw was them carrying out a limp, not moving Na’vi. Whether she was dead or alive, they didn’t know.

What the recoms knew was that they were not finished with you and you knew Quaritch still had plans. 

The team knew you from before. They wouldn’t shoot you and dump your body in the water. You were being taken back to their base, where they would take care of you.

(probably won't be able to post for the next 2 weeks, so sorry. I'm learning for finals and have so many assignments due.)

Let me know how you liked it <3 i appreciate all feedback. This took me way too long💞💀

[deliciousdilfmentality]

these mfs carrying the colonel miles quaritch fic tumblr

@nqify @milknhonies @ikranwings @fanfiction-blep @woodspr1te @cuethediscoandthedrinks @whoreish-behaviour @lousvintagehelmet @cautionworks @abs-2020

[timetravellingshinigami]

Normies watching this scene: *visibly upset*

Me:

[xstarcutx]

just guys being dudes

[kings-evil]

Been thinkin about human Zdinarsk...

pardon is being crap. just a quick doodle. She's been living in my head rent free and now its time she paid a bit of rent in art form

[naavispider]

Thanks for linking Stripes! It would be nice to see this on AO3, it would be easier to read 💙 Have you thought about writing a scene in which Spider would seriously talk to Recoms and Quaritch about life on Earth? This would be interesting to read :*

"Come on, you must have thought about it!" Wainfleet prodded, tossing Spider a water bottle as they rested near the night's campfire.

"Can honestly say that I haven't, actually."

The conversation was only really between the two of them, but the rest of the camp was listening in as they reclined against their packs or consulted their holotablets. Quaritch's ears perked up. "Are you being serious?"

Spider turned in his direction. "Yeah..." he said, shrugging. He couldn't see what the big deal was. "Why should I imagine Earth? It would be like an Earth-born human wondering what it would be like to grow up on Pandora."

"Yeah but you're from Earth," Wainfleet argued.

Spider ground his teeth. "No I'm not, jackass."

Wainfleet raised his arms in exasperation, gesturing around the camp. "Kid, like it or not, you're not from Pandora."

"I think what Wainfleet is trying to say," interrupted Quaritch before Spider could fire back and get worked up into a huff, "is that none of us believe you haven't at least thought about what it's like back home. Say, what did you want to be when you grew up?"

Spider frowned. He'd been read hundreds of books when he was a kid, all depicting Earth scenes with Earth plots and Earth problems, but he'd always felt the disconnect as if it was a physical feeling. None of it applied to him, because none of it was relevant to Na'vi culture. The possibility of growing up to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a mechanic simply weren't options that were open to him. And it's not like he ever felt like he was missing out. The scientists all agreed that Earth was a dismal place to grow up these days, and even if it wasn't, Spider's affinity and loyalty to his home planet was far too great to ever consider wanting to visit.

He shrugged. "When I'm older, I'm going to be a warrior. The first human to pass iknimaya."

Quaritch was looking at him in a way he didn't like: sympathetic and...sad?

"What is your problem?" he ground out, angered by this response.

"That shouldn't be your only option. You're sixteen."

"No. It shouldn't be my only option because my home shouldn't be being invaded by aliens." He could tell he'd hit a nerve.

Quaritch sighed, adjusting his grip on the rifle he was using to patrol the camp.

Wainfleet spoke up. "But if you could be something different. What would you be?"

Spider thought for a moment, staring into the fire. "I dunno... I don't know what I'm good at."

"There's plenty you're good at," huffed Quaritch from across the camp. The Colonel had his back to them in the darkness, focused on the perimeter of the clearing. Spider felt a soft rush of warmth pool in his chest, but he quickly pressed it down.

"Yeah," Wainfleet said. "You're top notch little punk, for starters!"

Spider punched the corporal's shoulder, hard, which earned nothing more than a chuckle from the amused Wainfleet.

"I could pull your tswin so hard right now..." he grumbled.

"You're smart, good with your hands..." Ja offered unexpectedly.

"Don't inflate his ego, Ja," Zdinarsk groaned, finally joining the conversation as well.

"You could make a good medic."

For the second time in as many minutes, Spider felt a blush spread through his cheeks at Ja's calm praise. "Nah, I'm no Tsa'hik."

"Okay, but good with people though. You care a lot."

"Okay... this is getting weird," Spider cringed. He had no idea the squad's medic saw him in such high regard.

"Agreed," Wainfleet echoed, but not before Quaritch returned from his sweep of the camp, taking off his AR and resting it carefully near his pack.

Spider watched the Colonel as he strolled over relaxedly, taking a seat next to Spider on the warm moss. He appreciated that the man left enough space between them so that it wasn't awkward.

"You coulda been anything you wanted," the man huffed. The rest of the camp suddenly became extremely interested in field stripping their weapons or rummaging around for supplies. "You were robbed."

The weight of his words seemed to bear down on Quaritch. His voice was low and full of regret. He was probably blaming himself for the whole thing.

"I know it seems like that to you," Spider began, adjusting himself on the ground so he was a little further away from the recom. "But I was happy with my life."

Spider's use of the past tense hung in the air like a mist of bellsprig spores.

"Spider-" Quaritch extended a hand, but Spider shrugged it off quickly. He shuffled further away, hugging his legs and resting his chin on his knees. This only seemed to trigger Quaritch. He exhaled gruffly, nodding his acceptance of Spider's actions, but his voice told a different story. "I'm sorry I've let this happen to you."

They both knew he wasn't talking about taking Spider into RDA custody.

Anger boiled up inside of Spider - hot and volatile, so much all at once that he didn't know how to control it. "Txanfwìngtu! Vonvä’!" Hot licks of fury bubbled up his throat, bringing the profanity with it. "Pxasìk... Are you serious?!" He glared at Quaritch, breathless.

Quaritch didn't return the look, instead staring ahead stonily, confirming to Spider that he was set in his beliefs.

"Fuck you."

Quaritch smiled grimly, clearly trying to contain his own anger now.

"You think I'm a complete victim in this! You think that because you died I'm just a charity case. Well guess what? You dying was that best thing that could have happened to me. I think about going back to Earth now, and I shudder. Fuck you for thinking otherwise!" He leapt to his feet and stormed towards one of the larger trees, swinging himself up to make his bed for the night in one of the branches before Quaritch could respond. His heart was pounding, his mind racing with all the things he still wanted to shout into Quaritch's face. If he wouldn't literally die, he'd rip his damn mask off and tear through the forest faster than he'd ever moved in his life. He knew they'd never find him again without the tracker. He growled furiously into the night, slamming his head back against the bark of the tree. He'd put enough distance between himself and the squad so that he was out of sight, and probably too high to be heard either. He could just picture Quaritch checking the tablet to make sure he wasn't doing a runner.

This is how it was between them. Just when Spider thought Quaritch was beginning to understand him, he went and got proven completely wrong. Quaritch was an asshole, and Spider hated him.

Angry tears slipped down inside his mask as he realised why he was so angry. It was so unfair. Why did he have to hate the one man he was supposed to feel so differently about?

[terrythemerry]

Just got out of my second viewing and please tell me someone has a gif of Quaritch at the holo-table making a gap for Spider to crawl under. Cause that shit was adorable. 🥰

[sad-endings-suck]

Spider: So the ikran must also choose you. You will know if the ikran tries to kill— what are you doing?

The Recoms: *Who just picked their ikrans based on how pretty and cool they looked* come again?

[quaritchsgirl]

man oh man ✨

[pearlsinmyhair]

*sigh* recombinant/breath of venus incorrect quote time.

-

quaritch: …get out of the tank.

venus: you’re not my dad.

quaritch: get out of the fucking tank.

venus and lyle, who also somehow is in the tank: you’re not my dad.

quaritch: get. out. of. the. tank. i am your dad.

lyle: we’re in a tank and you’re not!

quaritch: i swear-

venus: we’re literally in a tank and you’re not.

quaritch: i’m only gonna say it one more time. get out of the fucking tank.

venus and lyle: …

quaritch: …

venus: …no.

-

quaritch: and that concludes the review of todays training. i’ll see you all bright and early on the shooting range.

lyle: can i say something?

quaritch: absolutely not.

-

quaritch: … lyle, i think i might be gay.

lyle: … miles we’ve been married for five goddamn years.

-

na’vi child: so why do you cover your eyes all the time?

mansk, deadpan: because i lost them in the war.

venus: no.

-

jake: so… rda soldier, fell in love with the tsakarem, she has a weird situationship with another na’vi guy but she doesn’t want it, really good at ikran flying and archery?

mansk: yep.

jake: welcome to the club, kid.

bov taglist, because i’m sorry for depriving you of content 😭:

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[shu-box-puns]

Participation Medals Of The Heart (Human!Lyle Wainfleet x Reader)

Word Count: 6827

Summary: Lyle is a terrible flirt and Reader secretly loves his ridiculous pick-up lines.  

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

You can also read it here!

>_<

Lyle was a flirt, and you were hopelessly in love with him.

He was also a himbo and the squad fuck boy, with a body like Adonis and the sense of humour of a prepubescent boy. In short, he could practically get away with anything and get with anyone on base. And he definitely used it to his advantage.

Besides the colonel, you were the only one in his squad that had avoided his advances. He was your comrade, your friend, and you weren’t willing to allow something as stupid as feelings to ruin your relationship with him.

That being said, you wanted him. Badly.

Enough to tolerate his god awful pick up lines and allow him to practise his ‘moves’ on you before he went off to woo his next victim. You swore there were no brain cells floating around that man’s head, and yet he was the smoothest motherfucker you’d ever witnessed.

Before long however, Lyle would always find a way to remind you of his idiotic nature.

It was late. The rest of the squad had already turned in for the night and you needed to finish up some paperwork. You were the last one in the office, your desk light was the only one on in the room.

“Private.” The Colonel addressed you from the doorway of your office, making you glance up from your paperwork. Quarich looked exhausted as he leaned against the doorframe, his expression all business ��Lyle’s ended up in the hospital ward again and is causing a ruckus. I need you to go retrieve him for me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Lyle and yourself were close, but you were not his keeper. “Why aren’t you retrieving him?” You challenged, sensing a catch, “you’re his commanding officer.”

The old man sighed taxingly before fixing you with a dead serious look. “They gave him painkillers.”

The sentence hung in the air for a moment as your face dropped and Quaritch nodded slowly, looking pained. “You’re a dick.” You groaned aloud, to which Quaritch did not correct you. “Why can’t you do it, you know what he’s like-”

With a taxing sigh, he straightened himself and fixed you with a stern look. “I’m ordering you Private,” he cut in, having had this argument with you many times before. “As your commanding officer, go pick up Lyle from the medics.”

You groaned loudly. “You owe me.” You promised, rolling your desk chair back and snatching up your army jacket from the back.

He stepped aside as you stormed out into the corridor. “I’ll give you an additional night off this week.” He promised, falling into step beside you as the pair of you made your way to the hospital wing.

You rolled your eyes. “Never thought you’d be afraid of your second, colonel.”

“I refuse to have a repeat of the last time I was the one to pick him up.” The old man promised with a badly suppressed shudder.

Quaritch walked you to Lyle’s temporary room before peeling away with the half-assed excuse that he would cover the discharge paperwork. You waved him off, taking a deep breath before letting yourself into the little room.

Lyle was sprawled out across the hospital bed, lying on top of the covers with his sock clad feet on the pillow. His boots had been discarded in the middle of the room with his jacket crumbled behind the door. There was a heart monitor tipped over on its side, whilst the leads that should’ve attached him to it were lying in a heap on the floor. Staring owlishly from the carnage to Lyle, you realised he was sporting a deep gash to the right of his temple.

“You've been doing some decorating, Corporal.” You mused by way of greeting as you let yourself in. Comically, Lyle’s head snapped up from the foot of the bed as a goofy ass grin stretched across his face.

“There’s my favourite Private!” He yelled merrily despite you being two feet away from him.

Wincing at the volume, you picked your way around his discarded items as you approached the bed. This wasn’t as bad as usual.

“How is your head?"

He grinned. "I’ve never had any complaints."

Nevermind.

You inhaled a deep, calming breath. You felt your pleasant smile drop and couldn’t help a groan slipped from between your lips. Lyle was already cackling, grabbing at your arm when you instinctively turned to leave. "Come on! That was good." He slurred.

"It was NOT." You insisted, before relenting at the pure mirth on his face. Fuck he was adorable like this, you thought.

"God, you're insufferable." You complained instead. The man in question promptly dissolved into a storm of cackles, his nose scrunching up as it usually did when he was this tickled.

Pulling yourself out of his grip, you moved to pick up his shoes and jacket. The bed creaked as he sat up, expression still amused as you approached again and began wrestling him back into his shoes. The corridors of the compound were not safe for defenceless feet.

"We both know you love it.”

You only hummed. And Lyle went quiet.

He was remarkably obedient as you rested either foot on your thighs and took the time to lace up his boots. The drugs were definitely beginning to set in then.

Once he was appropriately dressed, you grabbed his bicep and hauled him to his feet, hooking his arm around the back of your neck. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You curled your arm around his waist to support him further, pressing the solid warmth of him into your side.

He practically melted under your touch, eyes falling to half mast. “You’re the best, Buttercup.”

“I’m not your Buttercup.” You groaned loudly, half leading, half dragging him away from the mess of a hospital bed.

He grumbled inaudibly as his head lolled on your shoulder, before he suddenly lurched. You jumped, scrambling to keep a hold of his swaying form as he practically threw himself off balance towards the bedside table. Your knuckles were tight on the back of his bullet proof vest, arm straining to keep his massive bulk from face planting on the floor.

You deadpanned when he straightened up, brandishing his stupid sunglasses like a trophy. Tightening your hold on his waist, you focused on steering him out of the small room and into the hallway.

Lyle went easily enough. Tripping over himself and staring at everything like he’d never seen it before. As if he hadn’t spent countless years roaming the same grey halls and sharing space with the same boring people.

“Hey Buttercup-”

“Still not your Buttercup.”

“Keep these safe f’r me.” He insisted, twisting awkwardly in your grip to push his sunglasses onto your face. You clenched your eyelids tightly against his unpredictable movements, feeling the arms of the glasses drag across your eye socket before falling crookedly into place on your nose.

He grinned as if he had accomplished a great feat. When in reality you knew he’d be tearing apart his bunk tomorrow looking for these sunglasses.

“Thank you.” You bit out, fumbling to push the glasses up onto your forehead and keep Lyle from knocking into unsuspecting civilians. Despite the bright overhead lights, it was still way too dark in the base to be wandering around with the blasted things on.

The colonel was at the entrance to the hospital wing where he’d left you. He smiled tightly at the pair of you as you dragged Wainfleet along.

“Miles!” He sang, making a clumsy grab for the colonel who was quick to dart out of reach. The corporal only smiled wider, seeming to think the encounter was a fun game, and tried to throw himself at Quaritch like he had at his sunglasses. You barely managed to keep him from throwing himself to the floor.

Quaritch politely tried to keep his amusement concealed. “You’re all signed out Wainfleet. I wanna see you bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning.”

“Yessiirrrr.” He slurred, making a jerky salute that was a finger's length away from smacking you across the forehead.

“As you were Private.” Quaritch said calmly, to which you rolled your eyes just to make sure he knew how unhappy you were.

From there, it was just a matter of keeping Lyle awake long enough to get him back to the barracks.

Your squad mates were getting ready for bed when you hauled the half-conscious man into the large room. As you dragged him towards his bunk bed, he received several backpacks from Z-Dog and Fike, the latter of which was smiling like he was the cat who got the canary.

“Fike! You ASS!” Lyle slurred, making a grab at the grinning man who was quick to clamber up the ladder to his top bunk. “I’m gonna kill ya.”

“What did you do?” You sighed, glancing from Lyle’s lopsided glare to Fike who was barely concealing a laugh.

“Nothing.” He lied.

Lyle raised his hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck and pointed accusingly up at the man. Sounding more like a toddler than a corporal. “That asshole kicked me down the stairs!” Z-Dog barely suppressed a snort.

“You tried to grab my feet!”

“You slapped cheese on my head!”

“And I’d do it again!”

Lyle yelled something inaudible, and Z-Dog finally stepped in, clapping her hands. “Alright kids, bedtime. You can fight it out in training tomorrow morning.”

Lyle was already shaking his head before she had finished talking. And judging by the way he was staring at the ladder up to Fike’s bunk, the pain meds were telling him it was a very good idea to finish this now. Thankfully, Z-Dog distracted him before he could act on any impulsive thoughts.

“Corporal, Y/n looks exhausted. They need to go to bed.”

He swayed in play, thinking hard. Then snapped his head to you. You jumped in place under that scrutinising gaze. “Alright.” He finally agreed, taking a heavy step towards his own bunk only for his leg to buckle threateningly.

You grunted, bracing your knees under his weight and hauling him back up.

“You got him Private?” Z-Dog mused, to which you waved her off.

In the past, you’ve had to lug this heavy idiot - wounded - through treacherous rainforests. In comparison, hauling his loopy ass to his bunk should be a walk in the park.

As you sat him down on his bed, you silently praised the gods that he'd claimed a bottom bunk, since there was no way in hell you were gonna be able to haul this sack of muscle up a ladder. He still had his thinking face on as you unceremoniously stripped him of his bullet proof vest, removed his belt and neatly set his boots on the floor by the headboard. His head was flopping about comically now, slouched on the bed as his eyes barely followed your movements.

Carefully, you coaxed him into laying down; making sure he had his head on the pillow this time. Reaching down to grab the covers, you uttered a quiet, “good night Lyle.”

His head rolled towards you, smiling so softly that for a moment, it punched the air from your lungs. You pulled the cover up and tucked it around him. Meanwhile, his hand had strayed from his side and risen to cup your cheek. You stilled, eyes widening as you found his gaze in the soft darkness of the room.

“Night Buttercup.” He whispered in a tone that made your knees weak. So quiet that there was no way anyone else in the room had heard. The lights were dimmed now, soft breathes from the other bunks indicating that the others had slipped into sleep.

You expected him to pass out on the spot.

And he did.

But not before that arm looped around your shoulders and dragged you down into bed with him.

You squawked, pulling at his solid arms as you were bodily yanked into bed and held there by his strong embrace. Wiggling was futile. He had you, and by the sound of it, was dead asleep against your back.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You groaned to the still room as you silently resigned yourself to being a stuffed animal for the night. Your belt buckle was pressing uncomfortably into your stomach, whilst your army jacket was bunched weirdly under your armpits. You’d think the thick material would be too rough against Lyle’s cheek, but he didn’t seem to give a shit and only cuddled closer.

His stupid sunglasses were still sitting crooked on your brow and were now digging into the side of your head.

“Z-Dog?”

No response.

“Fike?”

Not even the creak of someone turning over.

“For fuck sake Lyle.”

>_<

There was a bright light shining behind your eyelid. Scrunching up your nose, you clumsily reached up for the stupid sunglasses and yanked them down over your eyes.

Someone snorted.

Your mind came to a screeching halt as you struggled to find your bearings.

People were whispering inaudibly, your groggy mind struggling to catch what was being said.

That blasted light passed behind your eyes again, and you grumpily peeled open your eyes to find Mansk leaning over you, a pocket torch in hand. His own sunglasses were on his forehead for once, eyes catching your scowl as his face split into an amused grin. "Just checking everyone is following the rule, Private." He said simply, referencing the main rule of the compound that had had to be implemented because of Lyle's thirsty ass.

"What's-?" You slurred, stretching and groaning as you registered a heavy weight pressing down on your chest. At some point in the night, you’d rolled onto your back.

Unexpectedly, Fike popped into view, blocking out the sunlight peering in through a gap in the curtains. "Don't worry Private. You've both got stuff on below the belt."

Your brows furrowed as you opened your mouth to ask him what the hell he was on about, only to be distracted by someone shifted on your chest. Instinctively, your cheeks heated as your gaze snapped to a half naked Lyle curled up on your chest. He was drooling on your shirt front, his cheek squished into your chest whilst his strong arms were wrapped around your waist.

And he was shirtless. Eyes cutting to the side, you realised he’d wiggled out of his tank top at some point in the night and it was now hanging onto the edge of the mattress for dear life.

“This isn’t my bunk.” You breathed dumbly.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Footsteps sounded from further in the room, drawn closer by the pair of idiots leaning into Lyle’s bunk. You turned to the noise, feeling your face drop at Z-Dog’s sudden appearance and the shit eating grin that promptly split across her face. “Well I’ll be damned.” She stated loudly, “I thought we’d all die before you two got it together.”

“What the fuck you on about?” You bit back impulsively.

“Lyle’s been trying to get in your pants for years Y/n. And you’ve been dodging him like the plague for even longer.” She laughed as your eyes narrowed. “/And/ you’ve been pinning after his ass since you first-”

You scrambled blindly for one of Lyle’s shoes and tossed it at her head with deadly accuracy. “Shut the hell up!” You snapped, heart pounding. Z-Dog barely dodged the boot in time.

“It’s true!” She sang.

“Stop winding them up.” Lyle cut in, “you’re making my pillow tense up.” He was still mostly out of it, lifting his head enough to push at your chest as one would fluff up their pillow, before he promptly burrowed back down into your warmth.

“Lyle.” You hissed, trying to shake him off before he could fall back asleep, but he ignored you. Those arms tightened around your waist, making your heart squeeze uncomfortably, before he let out a content sigh. “Corporal Wainfleet!”

He jerked. Head shooting up and snapping to glance around the room as if expecting an attack at any moment. You felt air rush into your lungs as his weight was removed from your torso. His gaze fell to his squad mates.

“What the hell do you guys want?” He stated bluntly, “get lost would you?”

“As much as I’d love to leave you to your imperative task of cuddling the life out of Y/n,” Mansk replied coolly, “the colonel assigned you two for Jungle Escort in an hour. Augustine’s group again.”

“An hour?”

“Yes sir.”

Lyle promptly flopped back down. “Understood. Now get your asses out of here.” They began to shuffle away. “And Fike, watch your back.”

The man in question returned the statement with the middle finger before following the rest of the squad out of the barracks in the direction of the cantine.

You sighed in relief as the room fell silent, head flopping back down on the pillow.

“Don’t mind them. They’ll prod at anything when they’re bored.”

“It’s not them I’m worried about.”

Lyle lifted his head from your chest again, lips pulled into a thoughtful frown as he hovered over you. You swallowed audibly, eyes flickering all over his gorgeous face and wanting more than anything for him to close the distance between you.

“Damn you look good in my shades Buttercup.”

The nickname had your stomach tightening. And then you remembered who he was, and stiffened at the realisation that the practised line had no doubt been offered to everyone else he’d dragged into bed with him.

Your cheeks flamed as you snatched them off your face and jammed them over his eyes. “Move. I can’t feel my legs.” Lyle started, head jerking back at the sudden rough treatment. With those burning eyes off you, you could breathe again.

“The hell dude?” He chuckled good naturedly, adjusting the glasses over his eyes as he titled his head cutely. “You almost took my eye out.” There was no anger in his tone, but you’d known him long enough to pick up on the worry hidden in his words. He knew something was bothering you. Too bad you didn’t have the confidence to explain yourself.

“You did the same to me last night.” You deflected before pushing at his naked shoulders. “Now move.”

“I dunno, I quite like it where I am.” He mused, your scowl reflecting back at you in the tinted lens of the sunglasses.

“This is your only warning Corporal.” You stated simply. “Roll off, or I’m getting Z-Dog to smack you back into your mother.”

“It’d have to be one hell of a hit, but I don’t want to test it.” He chuckled and true to his word, he shifted his weight to the side and flopped down on the strip of mattress to your side. You immediately felt the blood flooding back into your legs as pins and needles invaded your numb feet. You did not bother arguing with him as you finally hauled yourself out of his bed with an audible pop of your lower spine.

The bedsprings creaked as Lyle rolled into the warm patch of mattress, his eyes greedily drinking in your stretching form. “I hate it when you leave, but boy do I love watching you go.”

“Go back to bed.” You snapped out of reflex, his responding cackle chasing you across the room to your own bunk where a fresh set of clothes had already been laid out.

>_<

The samson engine was roaring loudly enough that you almost missed the complaint of one of Grace’s scientists. “Why did you drag along /two/ meatheads?” The avatar hissed, his ears flicking in your direction as Grace frowned at him.

You and Lyle exchanged unimpressed looks as you watched Dr Augustine’s avatar turn on her colleague. She did so slowly, menacingly. The size of her was enough to have the scientist shrinking in his seat.

Whilst you and Lyle acted as security out here, in reality, you were pretty sure Grace only dragged the pair of you along to keep Quaritch off her back. You knew she was more than capable of keeping herself and her team alive in these woods.

“Believe me.” She explained in a deadly serious voice. “With Wainfleet on the mission, you want someone else to hold most of his attention.” Lyle scoffed good naturedly whilst Grace rolled her eyes at him, her tail flicking behind her.

“Stand by for landing.” Trudy called from the cockpit as the samson lurched, and began to lose altitude.

Rising from your seats, you and Lyle moved to the opposite open doors of the samson belly, guns raised and trained on the surrounding wildlife. Herds of hexapedes took off into the undergrowth as the wind of the propellers kicked up the flaura.

The great machine had barely touched down before Grace was hopping out and ordering you to stick close to the ship. There was no time to respond as she swept away into the bushes, her companions hot on her tail, leaving you alone with Lyle and Trudy. The latter of which didn’t bother to climb out of the driver's seat and instead leaned back to prop her feet up on the dashboard.

Your attention was immediately drawn to the world beyond the clear acrylic of your exo mask. Turning in a slow circle, you couldn’t help but marvel at the lush rainforest of Pandora. The green colour palette of the wild was a refreshing change from the endless greyscale of Hell’s Gate.

Movement at your side drew you attention from the forest as you turned to a smiling Lyle. His eyebrows were wiggling suggestively beneath his mask as he jutted his chin towards the bushes, “do you want to go do some exploring of our own?” Whilst yes, you wanted to do what he was insinuating AND look at the plants, you settled for another groan.

“Pack it in." You ordered, pushing at his shoulder before moving past him and into the shadow of the trees.

“All right. All right.” He mused, his booted feet following loudly. It was quiet for about a heartbeat before he opened his mouth again. You cut your gaze to him. He snapped his mouth shut with an audible click of teeth, smiling to himself and looking off to the side.

You smiled despite yourself. “Fine. Let’s hear it.”

Lyle visibly brightened. “Okay, how about this one?” He stopped walking to clear his throat. Despite your better judgement, you also slowed your footsteps and turned in place to give him your full attention. His expression could only be described as smouldering as he fixed you with strong eye contact and said smoothly, “are you a time traveler, Private? Because I see you in my future.”

You snorted despite yourself before turning to keep moving.

He chuckled, taking the motion as a sign to keep going. Lyle’s voice was silky smooth as he dropped another pick up line for you to trip over. “Your hand is looking awfully lonely. Can I hold it for you?”

You rolled your eyes, a clump of blue flowers catching your eye. “That one was too cheesy.” You laughed, glancing back at him. He was already watching you instead of the undergrowth.

Turning away, you returned your gaze to the flowers. You recognised them as sun lilies, having seen a sample back in Augustine’s lab some time ago. With your shadow falling over them and blocking out the sun, the bioluminescent elements of the plant's genetic make up began to glow. Purple lined the edges of the petals, you realised, a feature that seemed to not carry over when the plant was cut from its roots and preserved.

Lyle paused at your side, his head tilted to the side challengingly. “Alright. How about,” he paused dramatically, drawing your attention before stating confidently, “I’m not an organ donor, but I’m willing to give you my heart?”

Shaking your head, you replied honestly, “I think that was worse.”

Lyle was not deterred and immediately jumped into his next one. “The sparkle in your eyes is so bright, I bet the sun and stars must be jealous.” He’s grinning widely, at your responding groan. Lyle sidestepped when you tried to walk around him. “Have we met before? Because you look like my next partner-”

“Alright, stop there.” You cackled, pushing at his mask and forcing him back a few steps. You walked past him, keeping in mind to keep the samson in sight as you circled the clearing. “God, what poor soul are you practising for now? Mandy?” The sound of Lyle’s footsteps ceased shuffling through the undergrowth behind you. “Leo was definitely giving you the eyes when we left this morning.”

“Do you see Leo or Mandy around here?” He scoffs, looking at you like you’re the idiot.

“Corporal, I’ve caught you practising some of these in the barracks mirror before. This isn’t out of character for you.”

“Damn, tough crowd.” He laughed, more to himself than you.

Clutching your gun tightly in both hands, you were saved from responding by your earpiece crackling. Grace’s voice came over the comms, sounding amused. 'Corporal, as humorous as that display was to overhear, can you flirt off the clock. My team doesn't need to listen to your failed attempts at getting laid.'

Your head snapped back to Lyle, eyes catching on the red glow of the broadcast button at his throat. The idiot had been translating the whole conversation to the rest of the team. Your cheeks flamed as you pictured Trudy cackling away in the samson cockpit. Listening to the pickup lines and the easy conversation as if it were her own personal podcast.

“You got it doc.” Lyle replied quickly. You wanted to be mad, but at the sudden colour in his cheeks and the hurried way in which he scrambled for his throat, you realised he hadn’t done it intentionally.

'Grace!' Trudy jumped in, sounding royally put out over the comms. 'Why the hell did you do that? I was taking notes on how NOT to get laid.'

You pressed your hand to your earpiece before Augustine or anyone else could jump in. “Woah, there captain, who said anything about sex?”

“No one,” Lyle mused, recovering surprisingly fast from his fuck up. That look was back in his eye, the one he wore when he called you Buttercup. He took one, purposeful step closer. “But since you brought it up-”

Your gaze narrowed, feet instinctively stepping back at his blatant advance. “I don’t work like that Wainfleet.” You said bluntly, and his smile faltered. Something unspoken passed between you. And Lyle seemed to shrink before your eyes. His earlier bravado of flexing like a peacock and coming off as cocky had been chased from him like the smile that had been dropped from his face. He looked confused; small.

You hated that expression on him, so you turned away. This time when you turned to walk away, he did not follow.

>_<

The tension was unbearable on the ride back to Hell’s Gate. Lyle refused to meet your gaze, but he didn’t leave your side once he’d made his way back to the samson.

Grace sighed at the sad sight, leaving the pair of you in the back with her scientists as she sat on the bench closest to the pilot's seat so she could talk to Trudy instead.

“Find anything interesting?” You asked the scientist from earlier. His avatar stared at you dumbly, eyes flickering across your face as if trying to decide if you were worth talking to.

“Plants.” He replied sharply before burying himself back into his data pad. You scoffed, leaning back in your seat since it was clear there would be no decent conversation to be found there.

Leaning your head back against the buzzing metal wall, you closed your eyes and tried to ignore the warmth of Lyle’s leg pressed against your own. You’d think he’d sit in one of the vacant seats rather than putting himself right next to you.

Luckily, it wasn’t a long trip to Hell’s Gate. Eavesdropping on Trudy and Grace helped to pass the time, since between them they had gathered a fair amount of juicy gossip from both the science and military divisions. And when Trudy gave the go ahead to climb out of the samson, you were the first one out of your seat.

Jumping down neatly onto the tarmac, you strode purposefully for the hangar doors that would lead deeper into the compound. Lyle was right on your tail - as always - yelling at you to wait up. You didn’t bother slowing your pace, knowing from experience that he wasn’t above flat out printing to catch up.

“Fuck you’re fast today.” He sighed when he caught up to you in the airlock. You avoided his gaze, hands shaking slightly as you reached up for your exo pack and unclasped it from your face. Lyle mirrored the action, miming flicking his non-existent hair before placing the mask back on its hook.

You averted your gaze, doing the same before shoving open the door to the airlock and taking a sharp left.

“Buttercup.” Lyle called to your back, which only made your pace quicken. “Hey!” You didn’t respond. He ran to catch up with you. “Stop running away from me.”

“Stop following me.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” It was not okay. You were embarrassed and wanted to go crawl into a hole somewhere.

The people milling around in the halls were quick to dive out of your way as you stormed past, you face the definition of thunder.

“Look, I promise I’ll lay off with the flirting.” You didn’t acknowledge him and he struggled to keep pace. “I’ll quit it with the pick up lines.” He was looking at you, you could see him in your peripheral trying to gauge your expression. “I’ll stop calling you Buttercup.”

That last one had your heart clenching painfully, but you remained strong. This was good. Perhaps you’d finally grow a pair and be able to get over him if he put some distance between you.

Lyle grabbed your arm unexpectedly, causing you to freeze in the middle of the hallway. His gaze was intense when you turned on him, a demand on the tip of your tongue to be released. The words died in your throat at his expression. “But only if you look me in the eye right now and tell me you’re not interested.”

You tested his grip on you, he remained firm. You swallow thickly, knowing it’s now or never. Lyle was as stubborn as he was flirty. He WOULD follow you around for the rest of the day if you didn’t give him a straight answer now. You wouldn’t put it past him that he would invade your bunk if you kept tight lipped. “I am interested.” You admitted pathetically.

True to his word, he let you go. There was no humour in his low laugh this time, just pain. “You sure don’t act like it.” His hands went to his pockets, burrowing in deep as if he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. Then he paused as visibly backpedalled. “Well you do, and then I try to extend the offer and you run away. I mean, I love the chase as much as the next guy, but surely you have to be getting bored by now.”

“I am interested.” You repeated, “it’s just-” You glanced away again, realising with a deep rooted sense of relief that the hallway was practically empty. No one but Lyle would be privy to this moment.

“Are you not interested in sex?” Lyle jumped in when he assumed you wouldn’t continue. Before adding quickly, “because that’s fine. We don’t have to fuck if you’re not into that.”

“I am.”

“Are you not interested in sex with me?”

“What?” You blurted, looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

He threw up his hands in defeat. “Dude, you aren’t giving me anything here.”

“Alright fine, I’m scared.”

He blanched. “Of me?” He made it sound like that was ridiculous. “What the hell are you scared of? It’s me. Lyle!” He blurted as if you didn’t know who you were fucking talking to. Your lips thinned, the urge to smack him rising in the back of your mind like an irritating itch.

Instead of acting on that impulse, you worked hard to keep your voice even as you explained. “Exactly. And you’re always hopping from fling to fling and I can’t do that.” He was nodding along, but you could tell it wasn’t clicking yet. “Look, you’re more than a quick fuck and a pretty face to me. I’m not interested in waking up in a cold bed and pretending nothing happened between us, so yes, I have been refusing your advances because I don’t want to get hurt.”

Lyle was still nodding but his gaze was vacant as if someone had pressed the factory reset button. And then he abruptly came back to life. “Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?”

“It felt pathetic obviously.”

He shook his head, that signature grin back in place and brighter than any sun. “Fuck Buttercup. If only you’d said something before.” He complained good naturedly, squeezing your shoulder before turning away and jogging off down the hall.

You blinked at the spot he’d been standing in, before the situation caught up to you. “Where the hell are you going?” You yelled at his retreating back, “I pour my guts out to you and you decide to run off?”

“I’ve got to adjust my battle plan. See you at dinner?”

“Oh. Okay?”

>_<

There was a vase of your favourite flowers on your desk. Sun lilies to be exact. A sizable bouquet of them. All messily jammed into a vase you’d never seen before, and placed carefully in front of your desk chair. Backlit by the moon peering in through the office window, you couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtful gesture.

There was no note beside it, but you didn’t need one to know who had gotten you the flowers.

They glowed softly in the dimness of the deserted office. The purple stripes lining their outer petals were still glowing despite having been cut from its food source.

When the hell had he found the time to go flower picking?

A shadow passed across the doorway to the office, before pausing. You tore your gaze away from the flowers to find Lyle leaning against the doorframe. The breath stuck in your throat at his casual attire, and the way his shirt sleeve strained to contain the strength in his arms.

“Any chance you have an extra heart?” He asked by way of greeting, startling a soft laugh out of you. “Mine’s been stolen!”

“You got me flowers Corporal?” You mused aloud instead of acknowledging the god awful pick-up line. His smile was small, almost private as he straightened and stepped fully into the room.

“Everyone likes flowers.” Lyle explained as he neared. The smell of cologne swirled in the air between you, giving you an idea of how serious he was about this, considering the man didn’t own any form of body spray, and you were pretty certain that was the colonel’s personal touch. You watched with amusement as he leant around you to pluck one of the shorter blooms from the vase. He spun the five petalled flower between his thumb and forefinger before gently tucking it behind your left ear. “You clean up nice.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You returned easily.

“Thank Prager.” Lyle mused honestly, “I tried to leave the barracks in my usual and he dragged me back in by the dog tag.”

“I will.” You promised, greedily drinking him in.

Rolling his eyes before extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way.” You said simply, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you out of the office and towards the roof.

The walk was short and pleasantly devoid of anyone in the hallways as Lyle dragged you to the stairs that would lead to the greenhouse. He went up first, handing you an exo pack before holding the door open for you and ordering that you close your eyes. Arching a brow at him sceptically, you felt compelled to comply, allowing him to take your arm and carefully lead you across the flat roof.

The creak of hinges and increase in humidity against your skin suggested you’d been led into the greenhouse. Your heart swelled at the thought, realising that Lyle had taken into account your fascination with the rainforest and tried to accommodate it. Plants from earth dragged along your arms as Lyle’s larger form rustled the foliage.

“And, open them.” Lyle instructed, his hand dropping from your wrist.

You did.

Your eyes caught on the fairy lights first, woven through the overhead water pipes that ran hung from the roof of the greenhouse. The soft voice of Hozier drifting between the tightly planted plant pots. It felt otherworldly. A tiny haven all to yourselves.

“I didn’t know you liked Hozier.” You mused, glancing back at him to find him already looking at you. His hand was still in yours. Gently holding on. You found that you loved the contact.

Lyle chuckled, ducking his gaze as he admitted quietly, “you’ll have to ask Fike, he gave me the playlist.”

You snort. “Did he not trust you on your own date?”

“None of them did.” He mused without a hint of hurt. His smile was bright and honest. “Mansk handled the food - which is in the fridge in the kitchens by the way. Z-Dog threatened me into letting her help put up the fairy lights. Prager fucking dressed me.”

“You did a good job.” You insist. “This is super fucking cute, and I know this isn’t within your comfort zone.”

“They didn’t want me to fuck this up.” He admitted, motioning between you.

You laughed lightly, cupping his face like he had cupped yours last night. “You think I play hard to get?” He nodded sceptically. You grinned mischievous. “Just wait until you see how dedicated I am at playing hard to get rid of.”

His returning smile reached all the way up to his eyes. His nose scrunching at the movement. “God I love you.” He breathed. The quiet, admittance sending a spark of warmth through you.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. That soft smile turned devious as the song changed and he abruptly swept you away with the soft rhythm of the music.

You found out rather quickly that Lyle was shit at dancing. He couldn’t hold a tune to save his life and every move he tried consisted of what you could only call ‘Dad dancing’. But it was adorable and childish and had you cackling the whole time. Getting lost in the motions. Weaving between the plants. Lost in your own little world as he sang awfully off key and tried to keep in time.

You lost yourselves in the songs of the playlist. The softer, more romantic songs giving way to faster paced ballads. Making your heart pound as you sweated and struggled to keep up with Lyle’s bountiful energy.

Somewhere distant, the clock struck eleven.

The last song finally reached its end, offering a few parting notes before trailing off into the quiet rustle of the leaves brushing against your skin, and the harsh panting from such an intense workout.

Then the sprinklers came on.

Lyle cursed. Whatever magical spell had fallen on the greenhouse abruptly broke as the pair of you scrambled to shove on your exo packs and scramble out of the chilling spray. The next song started up as you broke through the glass doors and emerged onto the roof.

Lyle was soaked. His shirt sticking to him in all the right places. “I forgot about the timers.” He admitted dumbly, laughing sheepishly.

You sighed, taking up his hand again as a cheesy song from an old fantasy film started playing. Something about sailing and poetry, of time and golden rings. A duet between lovers.

You took Lyle’s hand again and led him into a slower paced dance. Something to calm your pounding hearts and allow your tired feet a moment of reprieve

Instead of the tight spaces between the potted plants, there was plenty of room out here to frolic, to get lost in the music and feel enchanted by the reflection of the stars in Lyle’s exo pack. To laugh and appreciate the glow of the forest beyond the base.

The perfect background to stare at Lyle and feel content. Light years away from everything you knew, and yet, feeling the most at home you’d ever been.

[whxre-bxby]

what if, for ‘This Is What You Came For’ part 2 Quaritch gets his turn with you, while all the other recoms are there to watch 👀

FUCK YEAH BABY HERE WE GO THIS SHIT TOOK ME HOURS!

“This Is What You Came For” Pt.2 

The Teasing Never Stops

"This Is What You Came For" 1

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WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, tiniest little bit of fluff if you squint, Non-con, ABSOLUTE HUMILIATION AND DEGRADING, mean Quaritch, teasing recoms, crying, voyeurism

A/N: I got so embarrassed and red writing this, enjoy <3 I'm also sick with a sore throat and shit but I provide :)

Word count: 7309

I can’t remember what happened after that… intense session. Lyle was carrying me and I may have very well passed out. 

When my memory came back, I was in a cell-like room. My body was pressed up sideways against a wall and I was sitting on a bench inside it. It was very small and completely empty. I lift my head, looking around and seeing that the door was made of thick glass. It was an automatic sliding door. Maybe I could break it down or figure out how to open it. 

I go to move off the bench but stop once I feel my limbs not move with me. I glance down to see that my wrists have been handcuffed together. 

Wow, so much for them being nice, huh?

There was a green and red blinking light. It seemed like a motion sensor because it definitely wasn’t a camera. 

I lean my head back against the wall, feeling sore between my legs and completely exhausted. 

The handcuffs were starting to become uncomfortable and red rings formed on the skin of my wrists. I didn’t even feel like standing up. 

The foreign feeling of wearing proper clothes had me unable to relax. I noticed I was wearing something very similar to what Z-Dog wearing the last time I saw her. Except I had shorts with I assume her or Walker’s tank top. No bra or underwear but it didn’t bother me. 

After a few minutes of silence, I heard distant voices and some humans opened a large door, which led to the room with the cells. One of them being mine. All other cells were empty. 

Leaning down and emerging on the other side was the Colonel. My ears automatically tip back but I watch him with a neutral face. I didn’t like him for what he did but he didn’t seem like he wanted to kill me last time, so I wasn’t going to push my luck. 

A few humans waited by the entrance while he looked around and walked over to my cell. When his eyes caught mine he smiled a devilish smile. 

“Mornin’. Or should I say, afternoon?” he teased. I must have been out for long. 

“What happened?” I ask, stretching my arms and back. 

“You passed out on the way back. That was yesterday, sweetheart.” he informed me, standing tall outside the glass or clear plastic door cell. There were breathing holes in it, so I roughly heard what he was saying. 

“Oh.” I whisper, not knowing what to do. 

He stared at me in silence for a while, as if he were weighing out his options and assessing the situation. After about a minute, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and sighed. 

“I’m gonna open this door and you’re going to come with me, understood? No struggling or fighting, otherwise there will be consequences.” Quaritch says, warning me with his stern tone. 

It’s not like I really have a choice. I feel weak anyway. And my hands are no good right now, so I nod and he confirms my decision with a firm nod of his head.

The Colonel calls over a person in a lab coat and they open the door with their keycard. He moves to the side, to let me walk past but I wasn’t sure I would even be able to get up yet. 

Slowly I turned to the side and let my feet touch the ground. At least my ankles weren’t tied. 

I push myself off the bench and quickly lean against the wall with my flattened-out palms while I try to control the shaking of my knees. 

“What? Ya need a wheelchair?” Quaritch asks, leaning against the door frame and smirking. 

I scoff. Yeah right. I was going to spare myself that embarrassment. 

“No. I’m fine.” I mumble, pushing myself off the wall and taking a shaky step forwards. 

He huffs, seeming frustrated with how long it's taking me. But he doesn’t comment on it or get angry which surprises me. After all, I can’t walk because of his goddamn orders and his soldiers. 

Quaritch offers me a hand, stretching it out in front of him and opening his palm to me. 

I stare up at him, wondering whether he was serious. A gesture like that was one of the last things I expected. 

“Come on, hurry it up. I don’t have all day.” he says, urging me to take his hand and follow him. 

Quaritch did in fact have all day. He cancelled all his plans and tasks he had to complete today as Colonel so he could focus on you. While he wasn’t really sure what to expect and what to even do with you now that they had captured you, he knew he would have to devote his full attention to it. 

“This is your doing.” I say, not looking at him but at my feet so that I don’t trip. He scoffs at my words. 

I stretch out my right arm and my left follows, placing my hand into his open palm and taking another step. 

“There we go.” he coos, looking down at my legs to make sure I don’t tangle them. 

Once I’m out of the cell I stop and look around. 

“You gonna be able to speed it up? If not, I will have you put in a wheelchair.” he tells me and it starts off by sounding nice and considerate and gradually his sentence turns into a threat. As if he can’t help himself but always be a little mean. 

“I’ll be fine.” I mumble and he slightly nods before looking up at the exit doors. 

He starts walking and I’m dragged behind him. My legs suffer the first few steps but quickly adapt to the feeling of walking and soon I let go of his hand. He doesn’t react when I pull it away, he just leads the way to where we are going. I look behind us to see a person in a lab coat jogging behind us and holding a clipboard. Next to them are two soldiers with their guns aimed at me. 

I roll my eyes. If I would have wanted to kill them it would have been done by now. 

We come to the end of the hallway and Quaritch looks behind him to see how I’m doing. Then another door automatically slides open and I see a big empty room. Well, empty of people, not equipment. There are benches and monitors and in the background, I see hologram-like pictures of Jake, Neytiri, Grace, Norm, the village that was set on fire and a picture of me. Human me. I walk inside and branch off from Quaritch who is telling a human to gather his squad here. 

I stop in front of the hologram of my face. Next to it are a few other pictures of me working for the RDA. Then there is one of my Na’vi self, right next to my face. As if they were comparing the features to find out whether it was really me. 

I stare at my human form, remembering what it was like. I hadn’t seen her in years. Then again, she wasn’t who I wanted to be. I didn’t like her. She used to have bad intentions and morally messed up thoughts. She was a weapon and not an individual form of life. 

Quaritch had come up behind me, keeping a distance but looking over my shoulder at my past self. He seemed to be in deep thought. 

I was staring at a picture I completely forgot existed. I used to have it in a frame on my nightstand when I was human and working for the RDA. It was a picture Norm took of Trudy and me with her newly assigned fighter helicopter. We were both in charge of it and it was ours to take out for missions. 

She looked so happy, posing with me while we were installing the new equipment. 

That was the helicopter she died in too. We both took it out after painting it with warpaint and when the helicopter was hit, it knocked me off and I fell. The huge leaves caught me and when I looked back up in the sky, the helicopter was a flaming fireball, falling to the ground. Tears swelled in my eyes and my heart ached.

I flicked to a new picture, one taken of me and… Grace. That was when Lyle and I accompanied her to get samples from the forest. He was in the background while she and I smiled for the camera. 

I did miss her too. 

The Colonel’s breathing seems to have stopped when he saw this picture. He knew now that he was responsible for both of their deaths but I couldn’t tell whether he felt guilty or not. But something was definitely bothering him.

Suddenly, his hand reached past my body and he picked up a holo tablet. My eyes followed his hands and he gestured over to a bench. 

“Sit down here.” he says. It’s surprisingly not a stern, angry order. He’s talking to me like I’m one of his soldiers again. It warms my heart a little. But I couldn’t let it get to me. I knew they were horrible people. Worse than me. Their intentions stayed the same while mine had shifted to love Pandora. 

My gaze flickers between him, the tablet and the bench. I decide not to make this difficult because he isn’t currently being awfully rude.

I walk towards him and sit in front of him on the bench. He watches in approval but his expression stays neutral and emotionless. 

I cross my legs on the wooden seat and look up at him. The Colonel hands me the tablet and I continue examining my old self. 

Just seeing the relationship I had with them before and seeing how happy I looked before realising how fucked up the RDA’s actions were. It was weird to think that that young girl was me. Her mind seems so different to mine now. 

Quaritch is leaning against a desk, facing me and watching my reactions as I flick through the pictures. 

Then my ears twitch to a new noise of distant footsteps, laughter and voices. I keep my eyes on the tablet though, getting an odd feeling of deja-vu. 

The recoms walk in and stop at the entrance, seeing their Colonel and then …me. I’m awake and not being held down. Huh. 

“Colonel.” Lyle greets and Quaritch snaps out of his thoughts and glances at his soldiers. Quickly, he pushes himself from the desk and straightens his posture. 

He nods in their direction before they move into the room. A few of them sit down while others stand and a type of circle is formed. It’s odd that there is a structure and order in all their actions. Then again, it does seem familiar. 

I tear my eyes away from the holopad and look around. I’m still not comfortable in all of their presence. They’re bad people and I still want to go home. My ears are tipped back and I don’t look anyone in the eyes. 

Z-Dog stands close to her superior, eyeing me down. It doesn’t go unnoticed that my hands are still cuffed together. 

Lyle takes a seat next to me but he’s not in my space so I don’t react. Mansk stands opposite Zdinarsk, also watching me. Maybe they were wondering why I wasn’t completely restricted. Or maybe they were afraid they would get beaten up again. Yeah, let’s settle for that. They were afraid.

Then Ja moves next to me, sitting much closer to me than Lyle. His legs spread in a mansplaining position and his knee nudges mine.

I glare at him and remove my legs from their previous position, keeping them placed firmly next to each other and on the ground now.

He smirked at me and my reaction, his eyes twinkling as he stared into mine while keeping his leg there where it was. 

I wasn’t going to deal with his teasing so I looked straight ahead, keeping my ears flat and back. My tail flicked with irritation and I returned to look at the holopad on my lap. 

“Alright squad, listen up.” Quaritch announces, clasping his hands together and gaining everyone’s attention. Ja also stops staring at me and faces forward. 

“There’s a slight change in plan, now that we have accomplished half our mission.” he continues and people listen, occasionally nodding along. 

I scoff which his sensitive ears capture and his head turns to me. The others also watch me, waiting for their Colonel’s reaction. 

“Half the mission?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. Old Y/N is back now. My silent examining self was gone and was replaced with my attitude. 

“That’s right.” Quaritch says, becoming annoyed. He says it in a way that urges me to keep talking. 

“Wasn’t the mission to kill me?” I ask, tilting my head. He opens his mouth to reply but my curiosity gets the better of me. 

“Which reminds me, how come I’m still alive?” I continue to push, genuinely confused why they haven’t tortured and killed me yet. While I was unconscious they had the perfect opportunity to get rid of me. 

He sighs, glaring me down. 

“It was. Now, you’ve helped us realise that you can make yourself more useful to us alive rather than dead.” he snarled, his own ears tipping back. Mine, therefore, perk forward at his words. What was he talking about? It better not be sexual. If I was going to become their personal toy I might as well just kill myself. I wasn’t going to willingly experience that humiliation again, no matter how good it may feel. 

“If you’re going to use me as some kind of toy then I will make your lives hell on Pandora. I swear to god-” I start going off, words leaving my lips before I can run them through my head. 

All the soldier's attention was really peaking now. Memories of yesterday flood their minds again, reminding them of the dirty pictures you left behind in their heads.

“I was going to say you can help us learn how to be Na’vi, but since your dirty little mind can’t help itself, we can put your wish to a test.” Quaritch steps forward, continuing to glare down at me. I hear Ja and Lyle both chuckle next to me as I try to keep my composure. 

Quaritch raises an eyebrow and I look away in defeat. There was once again too much attention on me. I couldn’t handle it and I didn’t want to be blushing in front of them. I needed to gain or regain a good image.

“You gonna cooperate and teach us your damned language?” he asks and I huff before nodding. Pfft, ‘damned’ language. I’ve grown to prefer Na’vi over English.

“Words, sweetheart.” the Colonel says and I look up again. 

“Yes.” The words softly leave my mouth, my voice much quieter. He smirks evilly, enjoying how he was able to make me fall back in line. Especially after I proved how much I was to handle. 

“Alright then. Ms L/N, the board is yours.” Quaritch says, moving to the side for me to get up. I sigh, making sure they know I’m not happy doing this before getting up with the holopad and walking to the desk the Colonel was leaning against before. 

“Anyone who isn’t part of this mission leaves now.” Quaritch orders and a few humans who were hanging around the entry door turned to leave. 

Z-Dog got up too. She was part of this mission but she was working with Walker, Zhang, Warren and a few other soldiers who didn’t witness the unholy events that occurred the day before. 

She walked out, closing the door behind her. The room had windows which connected to the hallway so we could still see the rest of the workforce passing our room. 

Then the attention was back on me. Everyone was sitting now except for me and Quaritch. 

“What do you want me to explain?” I ask, feeling clueless. Did they want me to recite the Na’vi alphabet to them or sing them children's songs?

“Whatever you deem as important.” Miles said but I just blankly stared at him. 

“This is bullshit.” I say, hating that I had to do this. Prager and Mansk chuckled while Fike and Lopez exchanged looks. Brown kept his focus on me, not seeming fazed by the behaviour of his colleagues.  

“Don’t push it.” Quaritch warned and Lyle grinned. 

“Can you at least undo these?” I ask, holding up my cuffed wrists. 

“If you give us a good lesson, I’ll consider it.” he smirks, crossing his arms in front of his chest while shifting his weight from one leg to another and I huff. 

“Fine.” I mumble. “Are you even getting paid for this?” I then ask, curiously. 

Quaritch lets out a frustrated groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’ve been given a second chance at life Y/N, we don’t expect money after that.” He snarls. 

“Seems like you’re kind of throwing that opportunity away.” I say looking away, reflecting on how they are doing exactly what got them killed last time. 

“Start explaining some shit before I throw you back in that cell.” Quaritch threatens me, raising his voice and I flinch a little.

I start explaining basic things like greetings and the hand gestures one does. 

“Can you write it down?” Lyle asks after a while and I pause. I don’t know whether his question was genuine because I didn’t expect them to actually want to learn any of this. 

“Yeah, but you won’t be able to read it. The letters don’t look anything like your ones.” I say and continue telling them about anything I think is valid. 

That’s something along the lines of “If you see the fruit with a red stem and purple bud, you can eat it but make sure the petals around it are yellow and not grey.” Or “Animals on Pandora are not there for our use. They live among the people and share our home.” 

I was now leaning against the desk myself, feeling a little more comfortable talking until I noticed something new. 

Eventually, the attention seems to leave what I am saying and focuses on my body. I notice a few eyes staring at my chest and waist and it irritates me. Quaritch him fucking self is looking me over even though he is the one that asked me to teach them. 

I start saying something about the culture and clothing until Lopez interrupts. 

“Did she not get a bra?” he asks Brown who is sitting next to him. Ja grins, his eyes shameless staring at my chest. 

I look down to see that my nipples are visible through the fabric. It wouldn’t bother me, given the fact that the chest piece I usually wore would often slip and even reveal my bare chest. But in their presence and with their predatory eyes, it seemed to have a different effect on me. 

Lyle turns to Mansk and Ja. ”Didn’t give ‘er any panties either.” he grins and immediately I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Their laughter makes me feel helpless and ashamed for something I am not responsible for. 

“Hey Y/N, how do you say ‘panties’ in Na’vi?” Fike calls out in a teasing way, nudging Prager in the shoulder. 

My ears strain as far back as possible. “You don’t.” I snarl, my tail wrapping around my leg. The word didn’t exist and it didn’t need to.

“How ‘bout ‘flustered’?” Mansk asks, leaning forward and grinning. My head snaps to him.  Shit, were my cheeks really visibly red? I don’t respond to that because I know they aren’t even genuine questions. They’re just trying to embarrass me and have their fun. 

“Can you explain how mating works?” Lyle asks, not letting it be. I want to be engulfed by the ground when I hear his question. I swallow nervously, fiddling with my restricted hands and glancing at Quaritch. I hope to see a disappointed or angry look on his face caused by the behaviour of his soldiers but he is just staring right back at me, not a hint of emotion on his face other than slight amusement. The comments and questions don’t faze him and he has no problem with what is being said. 

That makes my blood boil. 

Lyle is still looking at me, awaiting an answer and so are the others now too. 

“It’s not that different.” I say, my voice breaking and the words almost turning into a whisper. 

“A little louder, baby.” Ja says, leaning forward on his legs and resting his chin in one of his palms. 

He smiles, pretending that his teasing had no bad intentions and was completely innocent. I knew damn well it wasn’t and their minds were filthier than my one could ever be. 

He seems to be having a good time. That’s a strong contrast to how I’m feeling. 

“It’s not that different.” I repeat, listening to them and speaking up. Lopez chuckles while Ja’s smirk turns into a shit-eating grin. 

“Different from what?” Lyle asks, standing up now and slowly walking up to me. “From how we fucked you dumb yesterday?” 

My eyes go wide at his bold words and I stare at him in disbelief. I open my mouth to try and reply but let’s be honest here, how the fuck does one respond to that?

“Huh?” he asks, not dropping it. He’s standing right in front of me, towering over me even though we’re both Na’vi. 

“Move out the fuckin way, man. Can’t see shit.” Brown calls out and Lyle grins. 

Lyle moves to the side and his hand comes up to grab my face. I flinch away and move away from his hands but he grabs me by the arm and grips my jaw tighter between his hand this time, making me look up at the other soldiers. 

“Look at how shy she’s gettin’.” he laughs when I refuse to look at anyone and just close my eyes or stare up at the ceiling. “Aww, come on baby it’s okay. We’ve seen more than this.” he coos, mocking me and I whine, trying to move away, hoping he would let go of me. 

“That’s enough.” I hear Quaritch’s stern voice almost shout from the other side of the room. Lyle lets go of my face and I drop my head down, sighing in relief. 

When I glance at the Colonel, he’s saying something to Prager who then gets up and heads over to the windows. 

Quaritch calmly makes his way over to me and I can feel the energy of authority he carries. It has Lyle taking a safe step back, distancing himself from me.

I can make out that Prager is pulling down the blinds on the windows from the corner of my eye but the realisation is subconscious. I’m too distracted watching the Colonel walk over to me with an unreadable look on his face. Even though I don’t work under his command anymore, he still remains so unbearably intimidating.

“Sit down.” he orders and Lyle nods, returning to his seat in a few quick strides. Prager also sat back down now and the room seems more enclosed with the windows not being seen. 

He comes up to stand next to me and sends a harsh glare to his recoms. 

“Leave the poor lady alone.” he says, turning to face them and placing a hand on my shoulder. It’s still bigger than my hands and almost engulfs my entire shoulder. 

“She’s tryin’ to help us and teach us what we need to know and all you lot can do is tease ‘er.” he continues lecturing his team. My eyes widen and I look up at him but his eyes remain fixed on his soldiers. Some of them are looking at the ground or at their hands with their grins wiped clean off their faces. 

“Look at the poor thing, you’ve embarrassed her. She can’t even look us in the eye now.” The Colonel continues. 

Wow. My mind was blown. Quaritch was standing up for me. Why though? He didn’t seem to care earlier.

Finally, the teasing ended and they were told off for it. I couldn’t believe it was happening. It seemed almost too good to be true. 

I was distracted by my thoughts, wondering why he chose to save me now. His words faded from my hearing slightly as I fought back a smile. 

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.” He finally spoke, looking down at me. His voice was a little softer but his face was still neutral. I was hoping for an apologetic look but he didn’t give me one. I brushed it off, holding my locked up hands to him. He held them and opened the handcuffs, sliding them into the pocket of his cammies. 

I rubbed my wrists which had marks on the skin from the cuffs. 

Quaritch turned back to his soldiers while I stood next to him, my tail swaying from side to side now. 

“If you ever speak to her like that again, we’re going to have a problem.” he continued and my heart fluttered at his words. I was saved. 

“You’re never going to touch her like that again either, understood?” he added and I looked to see whether he was looking at Lyle because Lyle had just had a tight grip on me, but he wasn’t. Quaritch was looking at everyone which meant he was referring to past events. My tail stopped moving. Why did he have to bring that up again?

“And if you think you’re ever gonna get to see her like that again,” he spoke and I grimaced slightly, wondering what the point of his mentioning all this was again. “...then you ain’t that wrong.” 

My heart stopped and I froze completely. What did he just say…?

I was in the motion of looking up but my movements stopped when his rough hand attached itself to the hem of my tank top and it was swiftly pulled up and over my chest. 

I gasp, my eyes shooting wide open again as I go to cover my bare chest. The fabric pooled above my breasts and my hands flew to pull it down but just as they reached up, the same hand that pulled up the cloth, caught both my hands and held them in the air. 

I glanced at Quaritch in disbelief and he had an evil smirk on his lips. His other hand curled around the bunched-up top and pulled it over my head. 

I struggled in his grip, trying to free myself but it was absolutely no use. 

The soldiers had meanwhile all looked up and their eyes were blown wide. They weren’t expecting Quaritch to do that but they sure as hell weren’t complaining. 

“This,” he snarls, throwing the tank top behind him “this,” Quaritch reaches down to my shorts and since there is no belt to properly hold them up, he pulls them down my legs and kicks them away. 

I’m completely bare and I put on leg infront of the other, raising it a little to cover myself in any way possible. His hand then holds my face similar to the way Lyle did before. 

“And this,” he makes me look up at his soldiers again, some of who’m are grinning. “...is mine.” 

I whimper, tears filling my eyes as complete and utter embarrassment and shame flood my senses. 

“Don’t cry baby, they’ve seen you like this before.” Quaritch cooed, wiping a tear from my cheek but more hot tears spilt down my flushed skin. 

“This isn’t- fair.” I sob. Yes, his and the recom’s presence had me feeling excited because they all looked so damn good. I also happened to have slept with all of them more or less so of course I would be a little attracted to them. But now, it seemed as though he knew that very well and Quaritch always managed to use the situation to his advantage. 

“Never said it would be, sweet’eart.” he said, grinning. He let my arms go and I curled them around my body, managing to hide myself for a few seconds. Then I was picked up and placed onto the desk which to Quaritch’s delight was at about waist height. The room was built for Na’vi-sized soldiers, not humans. It came in handy. 

I was placed on the desk, facing the others and Quaritch was standing to my right, scanning over my bare body. I instinctively crossed my legs over each other and watched his ears tip back when he saw the movements. 

“You either open ‘em now or I’ll do it for you. What’s it gonna be?” he said, looking into my eyes now. 

My ears are already strained all the way back and I bare my fang at him, hissing. I hated him for this. I hated the effect he had on me and how he knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I also knew I stood no chance and it made me hate him even more. 

“Alright then.” he chuckled darkly, harshly grabbing my knees with both his hands and forcing my legs open. I leaned forward trying to curl myself over my body but he placed one hand on my chest and pushed me all the way back. 

I lay on the desk, my head hanging off the other side with my legs opened in front of eight men whose hungry eyes were devouring the sight. I heard a groan which definitely did not come from Quaritch and I covered my hot face with my sweaty palms. 

Quaritch smirked, holding my legs in place before one of his hands starts to rub my pussy. 

A dark chuckle left his throat. “I thought you weren’t enjoying this Y/N.” 

The teasing never stopped. He glided his fingers through my shamefully slick folds and then pushed a finger into me. When he pulled it out, he held it up for the others to see too. 

Lyle muttered something which I didn’t understand but it made the Colonel grin. 

“Can’t get enough, huh, you little vixen?” Quaritch said, lightly slapping my pussy. I cried out, flinching away from his touch and biting my fist. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Ja mumbled, adjusting his pants. “Colonel, can I-” he started saying but was cut off. 

“Forget it.” Quaritch snarled, almost hissing at Ja who leaned back on his deck and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You had your goddamn turn.” Miles adds, focusing his attention back on me. He pushed two fingers in and I whined. 

“Please- it hurts.” I say, the plea being meant to ask him to stop. I was sore from yesterday but he interpreted it differently.

“You have it that bad, baby?” he scoffed, pushing his fingers back in. I gasped, trying to move away but I would just fall from the desk. 

“No.” I cry out. “I can’t- do this. It still-” 

“Shhh.” he hushed me, losing his tight grip and closing my legs. His hand rubbed my thigh in an oddly comforting way. He traced a tattoo on my hip that I got before joining the Marines. It made him smile. A part of old me would always be there. It marked me as a Sky Person which amused the Colonel. 

He moved around the desk, now no longer standing in front of it but on the side. He pulled me up by my hips and moved me so that I was laying in front of him again. 

The others were seeing me from the side, all of them sitting and watching intently on my right. 

“You’ll be fine.” he said, but it was not reassuring to me. He said it as if he were waving my worries off. With the way he was looking at me, it seemed he was too distracted to properly even process my words. 

He pulled my legs up and open again, tracing a hand down my thigh as he stared down at my glistening heat. 

I wasn’t sure whether it hurt because of yesterday or whether I was feeling that needy, but my question was soon to be answered. 

He let me go and started undoing his pants. I bent my legs and tried to cover myself in any way possible but it didn’t even make sense to me anymore. I was completely naked in front of them all once again and covering myself with my hands is pointless. 

Quaritch had meanwhile undone his pants and pulled them down just enough so that his dick was out. I looked up at him and saw it. Fuck, this was going to hurt. He was big too. 

I covered my face again, trying to turn to the side and away from the unwanted audience but he flipped me back on my back.

The hard desk beneath me was uncomfortable for my tail. 

Quaritch pulled my hips closer to his and my legs were placed on his shoulders. I didn’t even fight it anymore. Even if I would kick him in the face, I would have to knock out another 7 soldiers to get away and then figure out how to get out of this building with others around. It wouldn’t work. I was too out of it to be able to think properly. I just wanted to be curled up in a ball and covered.

As attracted as I was to everyone in the room, I was most definitely not used to this much attention and it was shockingly overwhelming. 

“Beg for it, baby. Then I promise to make you feel good.” Quaritch teased, his tail amusedly swaying behind him. 

No fucking way was I doing that. 

“Fuck you.” I snarl, glaring at him and trying to remove a leg from his shoulder but he held it in place. A few chuckles erupted from the soldiers seated. 

“The sooner you beg, the sooner this will be over, sweetheart. I can have you layin’ here like this all day.” he adds, grinning down at me while his hand glides up and down my leg. 

I groan out in frustration, my tail thudding against the desk. I stay quiet for a while, wondering whether he will give up but he doesn’t. Quaritch raises a challenging eyebrow and I huff. There was no good way out of this for me.

“Please.” I whisper, still covering my face. 

“Louder.” Quaritch says, removing the hands from my flushed face.

“Please.” I repeat so that everyone can hear it. 

“Please, what?” he grins, licking over his fangs and resting the side of his head on my calf that was on his shoulder.

I gulp, wanting to kill him for the words I was about to say. 

“Please fuck me.” I whine, covering my mouth again as soon as the words leave my lips. 

He chuckles.”Why didn’t ya just say so?”

Quaritch presses the tip of his dick against my entrance and I tense up, unsure of how it will feel. 

Almost instantly, his hips snap forward and he’s pushing all of himself into me at once. 

I cry out, fresh tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My hands grip the sides of the desk when I feel his abdomen press against my ass. He’s bottomed me out. 

The belly bulge they pointed out last time had formed again and Quaritch peered down at it. God, did it raise his ego to be this big. 

“Fuck-” I swear, whining out and clenching my eyes closed. 

“You okay?” Quaritch asks with a hint of worry. His words surprise me. 

“Hurts...” I whimper, biting my lip while my chest heaves. 

He doesn’t move for a while, he just traces patterns on my skin until my face is no longer contorted in discomfort. 

“It’ll get better.” he hushes my small cry and pulls out, before gently letting himself be engulfed again. He exhales shakily, his own needs finally being heard. 

Before being able to complain or do anything else, he pulls out again and I’m flipped over. My chest presses into the cool material of the desk and my hips are now hanging off the edge while my toes barely touch the ground. 

Miles almost immediately thrusts back inside and I arch my back, leaning on my forearms now. My teeth are clenched and I hiss at the feeling of the new angle. 

He thrusts into me with precise and strong strokes before he stills and I feel a hand wrap around my braid. My eyes shoot open and I tense up again. I feel him run his hand down it before picking up the tip. 

“No!” I shout, trying to turn around. “No- don’t do that.”

He holds me down by placing his hand on my back. 

“Why not?” he teased, examining my queue. I notice that everyone is watching the small strings of nerves move around in my braid.  

“It can’t be undone. It’s for life. Don’t you dare.” I threaten him, looking over my shoulder and snarling the words at him. 

“Do you have some boyfriend you’ve done it with?” he asks mockingly, wondering whether I was perhaps already mated. I let my head drop down and into my arm. “Does he fuck this pussy as good as me?”

“No.” I mumble, but he hears it. It answered both questions. 

The answer is like music to his ears. 

“Don’t you wanna try it? I am the reason you’re alive after all.” he says, trying to hit me with some of his twisted words of truth. Then again, he was also the reason I was captured here. 

I don’t answer because I’m rethinking my choices. I did meet a nice Na’vi man once, but as soon as he found out I used to be human. That ended it. It would always ruin any chance I would get. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea?

My silence shows Quaritch that I’m not protesting, so he doesn’t wait any longer. 

He pulls his own braid over his shoulder and pinches the base of both out queues. I flinch and look over my shoulder, in anticipation of what is to come. 

He held our queues together and the strings created a bond, shining a small white light before becoming one stable string. Both our pupils were blown wide as our senses were flooded with the feeling of being connected to each other. My eyes fluttered closed a little when I felt his arousal and he growled, grasping my hips before setting a pace again. 

Quaritch was thrusting into me, hitting all spots inside me and showing attention to my body. He could now feel what felt good for me and focused on that. 

My tail curled upwards and I stretched my arms out in front of me, pushing back against Miles. 

He was being filled with the need to deeply breed me. Something he had never thought of before. He needed to fill me up with his cum until it was seeping out of my pussy and I couldn’t take anymore. 

Never again was anyone except for him going to touch you. You were his now. 

I bit my lip and with the next thrust, I moaned. He felt so good it was making my mind fuzzy. 

He grinned, while breathlessly panting a little. Miles stabilised himself by holding my hips and one of his hands wrapped itself around my tail and tugging me back with every thrust. 

“Shit.” I cursed, balling my fists up before pressing my chest off the desk again and arching my back while leaning against my forearms. 

“That’s it. Take it baby.” Miles hisses between clenched teeth. His hips were starting to stutter every few thrusts and I knew he was as close as I was. My tail wrapped around the arm holding it and I let my head fall back, not caring about how exposed I was to the rest of the soldiers. 

They were mesmerised by the sight before them and I couldn’t even focus on anything else except the way Miles was fucking me into the desk. 

His hand reached back and he delivered a stinging spank to my ass, making me cry out again. 

“That’s for being such a pain in the ass.” he chuckled before picking up his speed and making the desk wobble. My mouth is hanging open in pleasure and not a proper thought is able to reach my mind at this instant. 

“I’m gonna fill you up now and you’re going to take it all.” He growled, leaning forwards and placing his outstretched arms on either side of my back while his hips continued to rut inside me. His fangs were bared as the primal instincts shone through both of our bodies.

I quickly nodded, needing to feel him do that otherwise I would explode. 

Within the next few seconds, he thrust so hard that it pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed and I clenched around him. Miles’ hips stilled and he buried himself as deep inside me as he could before releasing his load into my throbbing pussy. 

“Fuck.” he moaned while white waves of pleasure shot through our bodies. It was twice as intense because I felt my orgasm along with his. 

Our bodies relaxed against each other and I panted against the desk, dropping my head down again. 

He was leaning against my angled hips and soon enough our tsaheylu’s bond disconnected and my braid fell onto my back. It was done. We were mated for life. The realisation hit me only now and I didn’t know how to feel about it. 

Miles slowly straightened his posture and pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants before watching his cum flow out of my pussy. The sight was one of the best things he had seen in years. 

When he looked at my limp body, he felt guilty for his actions and for forcing himself onto me. 

“Give me that.” he ordered Mansk to give him my shorts and top. 

I was lifted and re-dressed by Miles. My eyes scanned the room and I felt slightly ashamed. I looked down, my ears tipped back again, showing my discomfort. 

Quaritch noticed it and stopped. He didn’t quite know how to make me feel better but he wasn’t going to let anyone else comfort me.

“I’m sorry.” he spoke softly, his gaze no longer intimidating me. 

I hesitate to answer. “It’s okay.” I reply, even though I’m not sure it is. We were mated for life. I didn’t know what would happen now. 

He smiled at my words but he could tell I wasn’t sure of them either. 

“Dismissed.” he announces to his squad. “Go deal with yourselves.” 

They all stood up, some grinning and looking at me before adjusting their pants a little and leaving. 

The door closes behind them.

“It’ll all get better soon.” Miles says, placing a hand on my back in comfort. I look up at him, wondering what he means. But he as well isn’t sure of his words.

I nod and he embraces me. Something we have never done before. I had my head pressed against his chest while his arms cradled my upper body. 

“Let me take care of you baby.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my head. The gesture makes me melt and I lean further into him, accepting his offer. 

(please don't ask me to make part 3.I have no ideas for that and I promise I have so many more story ideas coming)

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[chelbizzaro]

I’ve been thinking about this since last week, but Spider was captured and detained by RDA and essentially kept by the Recom Team for MONTHS.

We know and can see that Spider’s blue stripes need to be reapplied daily, as they come off in water and sweat.

Meaning he had to get the Recoms to help him apply his stripes as they go all the way around his back.

[pillowprincessbee]

My Mess

Z-Dog x  Recom Reader

 Pure Fluff (Im in A fluffy mood)

A mess that's what Z always called you. You always made a mess of your lab, papers, and art. You and Z had met during a mission her skeptical of the chaos that trailed behind you. Eventually, she grew some balls and asked you out, and now.

Today was your day off you had spent your full day painting, Z-dog was blissfully unaware of the mess you had made from the fun you had painting. You are covered in paint from your paints to your face you have already cleaned the floors aware of the mess you can make. You hear Z Dog open the door “Baby what the hell’’ you smile happily “ Yeah so I painted today.” She giggles at the paint on your face your chest buzzing with warmth from her giggles “ I see that clearly” She carries you to the bath, her laying between your thighs as you stroke her hair and reminisce about yalls day. Laughing at your encounters with the paint. She kisses you softly, then pulls away resting her forehead against yours “ My mess”    

Im sorry its short im rusty i promise whatever i write next will be longer and hopefully less shitty

[xenomorphee3]

THE Kevin Dorman himself endorses Devin as Mansk's first name!

As like a deep pull Avatar reference I gave Mansk the first name Devin in my fanfic 😁 Just Tweeted the thought as a vibe.

Happy to see that Kevin, who interacts so amazingly with his fans, likes the concept haha

Here's a link to the crew film if you haven't seen it yet!

[kings-evil]

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