#Deja Blue

[xstarcutx]

just guys being dudes

[whxre-bxby]

Could you do a recoms x recom!reader where all the guys suddenly go into heat (?) at the same time and reader is like 'oh shit' and tries to run but they catch and Fuck her?

Kinda like cursed by blue but then with reversed roles lol

Yes my lady, here it is

F. Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja

"Get It Together"

Masterlist

Summary: read the ask :)

Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst and fluff, cursing, non-con, breeding kink, mating, heat cycle, unprotected sex, oral sex, penetration

Word Count: 4085

A/N: sorry that the uploads are slower, I'm busy and losing motivation just a little. I've also revived my Harry Potter obsession

Today felt weird. Weirder than usual. Waking up in an Avatar is already odd enough, but something seemed even more different today. The team seemed different. 

Quaritch is desperate for you all to help him successfully find and kill Sully, so you’re back in the forest again. The Deja Blu squad seems to be spending more time outside than anywhere else. But you’re not complaining. To you, the world of Pandora is beautiful. You’re not as afraid of it as before. Probably because you’re no longer human. But that’s your secret. You’re scared to find out what would happen to you if anyone found out you like this planet and its nature. 

The Colonel split the squad into two groups again. He led his team while Lyle led yours. Lyle was ranking second highest out of all of you, so he was put in charge. He’s leading the way through the large leaves and past the hundreds and thousands of trees. Behind him, Mansk is following. You’re after him. Trailing slightly behind you is Lopez along with Prager and Ja is watching the back. 

You were pleased with this group because you all got along well. But today is different. No one is talking. You’ve tried to initiate a conversation multiple times but they either don’t listen or just nod and hum in response. Even Lyle has his mouth shut today. Not a soul seems to be in a good mood, so you decide not to push it. There’s no need to start an unnecessary fight. 

“You always wear that?” someone says behind you, suddenly breaking the long-lasting silence. 

You recognise Lopez’s voice and when you turn around you see that he is looking at your lower half. 

“The shorts?” you ask while continuing to walk. He glances up for a split second before fixating his gaze on your shorts once more. His head nods. 

“No. It’s just warmer today.” you answer him, not thinking anything of his question. Maybe he didn’t even know the RDA provided shorts. 

‘Fuckin’ right it’s warmer.’ Lopez thinks, wiping his hand across his forehead. It was warm but the temperatures here never reached the high of making their Avatar’s sweat. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him and why his body temperature seems to be through the roof, but he notices he isn’t the only one. Lopez had vaguely scanned the others and everyone seemed to be struggling. Everyone except for you. And he doubted it was because you’re wearing shorts. 

As you keep walking, you can feel Lopez’s stare on your body. It never leaves and when you look over your shoulder, he doesn’t seem to notice or bother to hide it. 

“Can you not?” you ask, making him suddenly lock eyes with you again. He looks confused. “I can feel you looking.” 

Lopez internally curses himself for being so obvious. He didn’t mean to, but his judgment is not trustworthy today. His ears occasionally ring and his mind seems to go blank. Especially when he looks at you. 

Prager lightly punches his shoulder, seeming to tell him off through actions.

“What’s he doin’?” Lyle asks, calling out his words from the front. You open your mouth to reply but Lopez quickly intervenes. 

“Nothin’.” he says, making Lyle turn around and cock an eyebrow. 

His words make your ears tip back. He never acted like this. 

“Walk in front of me then.” you say, stopping so that he can overtake you. 

Lopez shakes his head, taking your arm and pulling you along. 

“So that Prager can get a look? No way.” he scoffs and Prager glares at him. 

“The fuck does that mean?” you ask, pulling your arm from his. 

Mansk had turned around and saw how Lopez held you. It pissed him off too. 

“Keep walkin’.” Lopez says, avoiding eye contact. 

“What is up with you, today?” you ask with a small chuckle. 

But not even Lopez knows how to answer that. His behaviour is confusing him too.

You shrug it off, continuing to follow Lyle and Mansk. Many minutes go by in silence and you think that things have returned to normal again. 

They haven‘t. 

In the next few seconds, you feel your tail brush against something. Assuming it‘s a plant, you don‘t bother checking. But then it happens again. And again.

Finally, you turn your head and see Lopez much closer than expected. It gives you a little fright. 

“Shit-“ you gasp, inhaling deeply to calm down. “Lopez, what are you-“ 

“Look at her tail.” He exclaims, interrupting you and taking your tail into his hand. Ja walks up next to him, looking down at it. 

One of his hands is holding its middle while his free one caresses the tip of your tail, examining the soft hair coming out. You’ve also noticed that yours was longer. And your stripes continued all the way down. Everyone else had their tail partly shaved. 

“Check out the stripes.” Ja chuckles, watching the odd pattern of so-called stripes spiral up your tail until their eyes reach its base. The rest is covered in clothes.

“Yours are different from ours.” Lopez murmurs and you stop walking, trying to snatch your tail away but they won't let you. Both of them are still looking at where your tail ends and you don’t understand why they’re so fascinated by it. 

“What’s it look like?” He asks, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Your eyes go wide at his bold question and you frown. 

“Doesn’t concern you.” You snarl. What’s under your clothes is none of his business. 

“Hey!” Lyle calls from the front. He and Mansk both turned around, watching the interaction before Lyle felt like he needed to step in. “Let ‘er be.”

Lopez meets his eye, staring him down for a few extra seconds before scoffing and letting go of you. Once free, you’re being touched again. Lyle is guiding you by your shoulders to the front, not wanting Lopez around you anymore. 

You just go with it, assuming he has some kind of plan. At the end of the day, you trust Lyle with your life, so you don’t question his decisions. 

While walking away, you feel Lopez’s and Ja’s fierce eyes on you. Behind them you can hear Prager panting and nothing seems to make sense anymore. 

You keep walking and you hear Lyle faintly call them both insulting names under his breath before he stretches his arm around you. He starts by throwing it over your shoulder and your walking pace stutters. Mansk is keeping a close eye on what's happening, as is everyone behind you. He doesn’t want Lyle crossing the line either. 

But your presence and the close physical contact have Lyle under a sort of spell. It makes him crave more from you and within minutes, his arm is around your waist and he’s holding you to his side. You’re body tenses and you stop walking. Everything is so confusing you can’t even think straight.

Lyle looks back at you and your concerned eyes before Mansk grabs his arm and removes it from your body. 

“What are you doin’?” Lyle asks him, wanting to snake it around your waist again but you push it away. 

“No, what are you doing? All of you!” You shout, looking around. You’re about to exclude Mansk from the lecture you plan on giving them but you notice his pupils dilate and target lock on you. It makes you forget what you were about to say. Luckily you recover quickly.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but you need to sort it out right now so that we can focus on this mission!” You shout, folding your arms in front of your chest and glaring at all of them. 

There’s a few seconds of silence. As if they need extra time to let your words sink in. 

“All right.” Lyle growls. His voice is lower than ever. You want to nod and thank him for his agreement but the look in his eye tells you that you’re not both thinking of the same thing. 

You thought that maybe they all got in a fight and didn‘t want to mention it around you. But the dark hunger in his expression suddenly makes you feel like you need to escape. 

You don’t know why you feel the need to run when a part of you longs to be around them. 

Lyle is walking back up to you and his arm stretches out to grab a hold of you once more but Mansk once again intervenes. It seems as though his last functioning cell of common sense told him to help you. But right after he pushes Lyle’s arm away, he’s just as lust-blinded as the rest of them are. You see it in him now too. 

Which is why this time, you don’t hesitate to run. Your feet take off in the opposite direction and you’re sprinting through the forest. 

You hear Lyle growl at Mansk before your ears pick up the sound of hammering footsteps behind you. They seem to be moving faster than yours which surprises you because a human’s survival instinct is the strongest.

However, you’re not human anymore and neither are they. It seems as though your new bodies have a stronger instinct than just survival. 

Mating.

You’re fast, but unfortunately not fast enough. All weapons and tools have been dropped to chase you. They have to catch you by hand and force. The way nature tells them to. For once, they must give in to what their body craves and forget their human morals. 

But their rut doesn’t just affect them. Being around them, hearing them, smelling them, seeing them, and feeling them kickstarts hormones in your own body. Ones you were suppressing until you started running. Running and chasing are apparently common during heat-cycles so the instinct that told you to run is also the one that betrayed your mind and gave all power to your body and its needs. 

Lyle caught your arm, making you stumble and slow down. With his next step, he managed to wrap an arm around your middle and lift you off the ground but the sheer force of the turn had you both falling into the grass. 

You shriek as he spins you both around once before you hit the ground first with him falling on top of you. Immediately, you struggle beneath his weight, trying to crawl out from underneath him but you can’t move him. 

Suddenly, you felt like it wasn’t Lyle who was holding you down. You know it is, but he’s never growled and acted like this. It feels so foreign to you but then again, you feel your body doing things you would never do. 

Almost instantly his large hands start tugging your clothes off of you but for whatever reason, you lean against his touch. 

You’re still trying to hold on to your common sense, desperately attempting to not give in to his touch whereas Lyle is a lost cause. 

Your last spark of hope forces you to kick Lyle’s middle but he is unfazed. 

“Sorry- can’t help it.” he breathes out, pulling your shorts down your legs. Well, there you have it. You’re done for. Might as well enjoy it then.

The others have already caught up with both Lyle and you. Ja wanted to get closer but Lyle snarled at him, making him back off. You guess that since he has the highest rank in this team, he wants to go first. 

Lyle’s body feels strange to him and foreign. It’s overheating as well and the only answer to help him feel normal again is in front of him. His large hand comes up to knead the flesh of your ass before he’s hastily opening his belt and clawing at his pants. 

You know what to expect at this point. It’s inevitable really. There’s five of them and one of you. You can’t escape even if you manage to push Lyle off. And quite frankly, the longer you inhale his musky scent and feel him on you, the less you want to leave. It irritates you how easily your body is swayed by them but you can’t help it either. 

Lyle grabs the side of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath it and literally tearing the fabric off your body. If you were in your right mind right now, you would have felt exposed. But no, you don’t even feel the need to hide from their eyes. In fact, their presence seems to make you more aroused. 

Suddenly ripping you from your thoughts is the feeling of Lyle pressing something right up against your entrance. Feeling its form, you straight away know what it is and without any hesitation, Lyle starts to push it inside you. He hisses as your walls clamp down on him, not seeming to be used to this intrusion. But it doesn’t stop him. The man is desperate for you and desperate for release. 

Within seconds he has bottomed out, holding himself inside you for an extra few moments to contain himself. But it’s no use. The second he starts to move, completely loses himself and his motions become primal.

Lyle doesn’t start off slowly either. He’s already harshly fucking himself into you while his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips. You spread your arms slightly past shoulder distance to steady yourself while your hips push back against him. 

Everything suddenly feels sensitive and all his touches spark more excitement in you. Which is why Lyle knows he won’t last long. You feel too good and it’s been too long. 

“Fuck- so good,” he groans, wrapping his hand around the base of your tail to pull you back against him. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips whenever it feels like he is pushing the air from your lungs. 

“M’ gonna fill you up,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. You weren’t expecting any of this to last long, but you know that just because he’ll be done soon doesn’t mean you will. The other four men around you look even more interested in you than before. There is no way you’re leaving without having to go through each of them first. 

“Gonna make this pussy mine.” he growls, not stopping his rough thrusts until his hips stutter and you feel him spurt his cum inside you. You still your small rocking movements, taking all of him into you. His large hands are holding onto your waist while Lyle gathers himself. His problem seems to be cured for now. But the others are still very bothered by it, so the second Lyle pulls out, Mansk takes his place. He pushes Lopez to the side because he can’t wait any longer. 

Mansk falls to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your tail to the side to see your throbbing cunt. God, what a luring sight it is. Especially with Lyle’s cum slowly dribbling out. It just makes Mansk want to wash it out and replace it with his own. 

To your surprise, Lopez settles himself in front of you. You can hear Ja complaining but Lopez doesn’t care. Sure, he would much rather be where Mansk is but right now he’ll take whatever he can get. His skin is glistening in sweat and he just needs to feel you on him in any way possible. 

Mansk’s pants are gone faster than Lyle’s and he doesn’t even need to line himself up with your entrance to guide himself in. He’s so hard he just bucks his hips forward blindly while pressing his chest against your back. He feels his dick sink into you on his third attempt and it has him melting against you. Mansk is and has been desperate for this kind of relief for so long. The fact that it’s you he’s getting makes this so much better for him. 

Lopez has managed to free his aching erection from its restraints as well and is now panting while watching you stare at him. He can feel your hot breath fan against his bare skin and it causes his eyes to flutter closed. He never thought he could get this close to you. 

Mansk moves behind you, making your body jolt forward. Your cheek brushes against Lopez’s dick and you give up on staring. The sight has your mouth salivating. Not only are they all so big, but fuck he looks so needy. 

You turn your head, opening your mouth and licking up his shaft. He groans and you notice the goosebumps erupt on his skin. Lopez is so hard it hurts so he attaches his hand to the back of your head, hoping to encourage you to finally help him out. You obey his silent pleas and open your mouth wider to welcome his tip. His breath gets caught in his throat and he doesn’t exhale until you’ve swallowed down almost all of him. 

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he purrs his praise, gently rubbing your cheek before holding the base of your queue to help guide you along his dick. 

Mansk’s thrusts are already getting sloppy so you arch your back to give yourself to him, making it easier for him to reenter you. 

Then you focus on the heavily breathing man in front of you and decide to finally focus on him. You gulp around him, feeling his tip in the middle of your throat. Having something stuffed so far down your mouth is not a pleasant feeling, but seeing how it drives Lopez wild just gives you the equal pleasure he is receiving. 

You don’t need to move your head, he’s already pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again for you. All you have to do is not choke and not let him feel your teeth. This gets twice as difficult when you have fangs but so far you’re succeeding. 

You flatten your tongue out and occasionally swirl it around him when he draws back. 

Both of them have sped up their thrusts and you feel Lopez’s dick twitch inside your mouth which lets you know that he won’t last much longer. 

Mansk is now hugging your waist and one of his hands digs into your thigh. 

You start to feel your own orgasm slowly build up but with the way they’re feeling, you know you’ll still need more time until you start feeling euphoric.

“Shit, take it.” Mansk growls, biting your shoulder while he humps you from behind, shooting his load into you just like Lyle. But you honestly don’t care about that at the moment. You even doubt whether your Avatar is fertile. 

Mansk is regaining his breath above you when Lopez hisses and throws his head back. His hips reflexively buck forwards and he covers your tongue in his cum, making it flow down your throat. You lick him clean after swallowing everything he gave you before gently pulling away. 

He smiles down at you, lightly tapping your cheek in praise before getting up. 

Mansk carefully pulls out, running his hand over your smooth back and humming appreciate before Prager is urging him to move. He listens. You display yourself for Prager byopening your legs and lifting your tail but he seems to have other ideas. The sight makes his stomach twist in excitement but he still turns you onto your back. You’re looking up at him and he flashes you a smirk before Ja interrupts your moment. 

“Seriously, what about me?” he asks, not seeming happy with the sudden position change. 

Prager’s ears flatten back against the sides of his head and he frowns at Ja. 

“Work it out.” he growls. Then his hands find your knees and he opens your legs for him. He wants to properly see you, not just use you. 

Ja huffs in annoyance before lifting your upper body and resting your back on his lap. Prager runs his fingers over your entrance, parting your lips before pushing some cum back inside you. His motions make you shiver and you roll your hips forward while Ja open his pants just enough to relieve himself.

Your body starts reacting to Prager's touch and you realise he’s helping you reach your high too. But since he’s having a hard time containing himself, he removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces them with his length. Suddenly, it feels so good. You’ve gotten used to the intrusion now and it’s becoming pleasurable. 

You turn your head to the side, noticing Ja trying to win your attention over. His dick is next to your face and at this point, you’re too tired and too unbothered to question anything. You just do. They’ve already seen all of you, you have nothing to hide anymore. 

You open your mouth for him just like you did for Lopez but right before you want to wrap your lips around him, a gasp leaves you. Prager has started moving inside you and the new angle and change of position have you enjoying all of it. 

Quickly, you fill your mouth with Ja’s length to prevent moans from slipping out. Those are still something that makes you often feel embarrassed. You know it’s stupid because usually, you want to be able to hear how you’re pleasing someone. But then again, you happen to be in a forest full of creatures that may not welcome you. So you don’t want to be screaming and crying on his cock (you do, but you won’t). 

Your head gets all fuzzy with how good Prager is treating your body. You feel so stimulated that whimpers and moans do leave your body. However, they’re muffled through Ja but the vibrations of it drive him wild. 

He’s been touching himself while watching you with Mansk and Lopez, so he feels like he will spill any second now. 

Prager is just diving into you at this point. His hand comes up to apply gentle pressure to your clit while his other lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders. Everything is good right now. You have no worries. 

“You gonna cum?” he asks, knowing you can’t reply with words. You frantically shake your head, slowly arching your back off the ground in preparation for your orgasm. 

He grins and his pace never falters. 

Behind you, Ja is a groaning mess. He’s just watching you struggle to angle your head for him but he can’t help you with that. He’s so close, you just need to continue for a few more seconds. You do and in moments following you hollowing your cheeks for him, his tail trembles as he cums. Some of it spills out onto your lips but you don’t mind. You just need cum yourself. 

Prager doesn’t stop, in fact he just slightly increases his touch on your clit and you cry out once before your legs tremble and your orgasm floods your senses. Feeling you clench down around him has Prager in pure bliss and he follows almost straight after you. 

What an odd scene this is. You hadn’t expected your day to go like this. 

Lyle comes to your aid while the two soldiers redress themselves. 

“You alright?” he asks but he can’t hold back the cheeky grin on his face. 

“Yeah-” you breathe out. “I’m just so done.”

He chuckles, handing you your shorts and helping you put them on.

“You fuckers, it’ll stain the cloth.” you mumble, knowing all the cum will just leak out of you for the rest of the day. 

“Don’t worry, you can get a refill later.” Lopez smirks as Lyle helps you to your feet and you punch Lopez’s shoulder. 

A loud sigh leaves your lips. 

“I can’t even walk back now.” you whine in frustration. 

“I’ll carry you then.” Lyle offers with a grin and Mansk smirks. 

“No, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” you say, realising you’re contradicting yourself. 

Mansk raises an eyebrow at you and you wipe your hand over your face. 

“I just like to complain.” you mumble, starting to slowly walk ahead. Your first few steps are wobbly, but you manage because Mansk and Prager walk next to you, letting you use them for support. Lyle leads the way again. 

He’s calling off the mission for the day. We just have to come up with some excuse as to what happened. 

Tag List: @ken-dala @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @numarusworld @number1gal @ikranwings @jatwow

[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?

[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?

[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 😭:

@xstarsdiary @xstarsmvxz @lisedanie @avatar4eva @henhouse-horrors @xylianasblog @knmendiola @isnt-itstrange

[kings-evil]

uwu

[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!

[pillowprincessbee]

His wall

Miles Quaritch x Reader

Loving Miles was hard sometimes he always kept a tough wall up, and nobody could break that wall down. You had just begun to chisel at it too. You joined the rda out of boredom, always getting on Colonel quaritchs nerves with your attitude. After one hookup to shut you up, you're here now. You lay in your and miles bed waiting for him to get home you already knew he was going to be agitated since General Ardmore kept him for a meeting. Miles put everything into work for years until you, now you spent every night chiseling away at his wall yearning for more. You hear the door slam as an angry miles walks in you walk up to him slowly and grasp his face in your hands and force him to look at you "Calm down my love". He softens as he hears your voice pulling you into a kiss soft but fiery. He pulls back and mutters "Thank you darling'' you smile in return leading him to your shared bed hoping he would lay with you. He sinks into the bed pulling you down with him he smiles at your giggles. He holds you close as you grab him for another kiss, you kiss him soft and sweet. You snuggle closer as you wander into sleep, knowing you had just chiseled a chunk out of the wall he held strong and high.

( I actually wrote something y'all 🙏🏻 I finished a test and decided yup I wanna write so thank y'all for yalls patience)

[olivia-the-weirdo]

My girl ❤️

════ ⋆Zara Z-Dog Zdinarsk⋆ ════

[jackson4571]

This scene feels awfully familiar

[dixonsstinkysock]

‘Ongokx

Chapter 1

I’m a down-to-earth n*gga with intentions that’s right

You’ll be down in earth quicker if you diss me tonight.

But I’ll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight.

Pairing: Platonic Spider Socorro (#1 spider defender)

Word count: 1,077

Plot: Spiders Na’vi “mother” attempts to save her son but instead gets captured with him. During the time of them both being in captivity they both develop deep relationships with the recoms 😩 amazing plot (mostly follows movie story line js added mother!reader into it )

Notes: Omg guys its finally out.. no one was waiting for it but me 😜 btw i rlly like ttc if you couldnt tell 😎

A Mother’s purpose is to protect and care for her children. Who is she if she cannot?

                            Earlier

[Kids’ POV] 

“Tuk! Keep up!” Lo’ak scolds his younger sister.

“Okay, Okay!”

“Bro Why’d you bring her anyway?” Spider questions.

“ ‘Cause she’s such a crybaby.” Lo’ak complains “ She’s all ‘I’m telling. You’re not supposed to go to the battlefield. I’ll tell Mom if you don’t let me come”. He mocks.

Tuk wants to annoy her older brother even more so she sticks her tongue out at him.

“ Don’t pick on her.” Kiri retaliates.

                                     Time Skip

                                     'Who's we?’

        “Me, Spider, Kiri…” Lo’ak rolls his eyes “ and Tuk”

A look of shock and worry crosses the two mother’s faces.

 “Son, you listen to me very carefully. You pull back right now. Do not make a sound. You get the hell out of there. Move! You copy?”

                            “ Yes Sir. Moving out.”

The four kids make their way from the suspicious avatars. When the youngest of the four lets out a piercing scream.One of the avatars has managed to capture Tuk, and the rest have surrounded the other children.

                  Another time skip..

[Second-Person POV]

Neytiri calls out to her children while you use the trees to your advantage, scoping out the formation of Avatars and the best way to approach them. Luckily your son is smart and is able to recognize his mother’s arrival. Neytiri whoops to alert her kids, unfortunately the Avatars can hear her call too putting them on high alert. Then… all hell breaks loose. Jake has killed 2 avatars, Neteyam shot one who was about to kill his mother, Neytiri is able to get one down before the rest alive let their bullets fly. 

The kids are able to escape while the Avatars are distracted. You find Spider and Kiri and attempt to lead them to safety. An explosion from behind stops you from doing so. Kiri falls forward on the slippery log while Spider falls off. He tries to grab a nearby vine but his hands slip as he falls to the forest floor. “ Spider!” You and Kiri yell. Neytiri jumps down from a close tree branch.

“Kiri, ___!” She grabs Kiri and tries to pull her away.

“Goi! I’ll get Spider!” you respond.You jump down to where you saw your son fall. “Spider?!..Spider!!” you frantically look for him until you see his small tan body. “Spider! Come, They are coming! We must hurry.” You pick him up and turn around. The Avatars have surrounded you, you have nowhere to go. You place your son down to grab your knife from its holster. The avatars warn you to stand down and drop your weapon but you aren’t going to let these animals harm your family.

There’s a sharp pain in your neck as one of the avatars aim their gun at you.You pull out the clear cylinder object from your neck not recognizing it. Everything gets blurry, your eyelids are heavy, your heartbeat has slowed tremendously. You collapse and plead for them to stay away from your child. “ No…Stay away from him.” The last thing you see is your boy being taken by those animals before everything goes black.

                    Bridgehead Cell 

[Spider’s POV} 

I need to find my mother so we can get out of here…wherever here is. 

It's been a while since they took me from that machine.It hurt. It’s bright in here, I don’t like the way they can watch me from those cameras on the roof. The only safe space I see is under this cold metal table. The first rule in a new place is to find a spot where I can see all around me and also be able to have a quick escape. I hope everyone is okay– Swoosh. 

The clear door opens and I see… him. The man who took me and my mother away from our home.The man who is just a soulless copy of my real father. He steps around to the other side of the table I’m under and I see my chance to escape. The door isn’t that far from me. I bet I could make it out.

I didn’t make it.

“Easy, tiger” He says as he grabs me and holds me down on top of the metal table.”Easy.” I need to escape but he won’t let go. He steps back with his hands up “We good?” I can’t even look at his face. He looks too much like the real him.He kneels in front of me trying to make eye contact.

“Kid, you got heart.” he says “ Those science pukes leaned on you pretty hard. But you gave them nothin’...I respect that”. He pulls out a metal necklace. “I thought you might want this.” I do want to see what's on it but I don’t want to respond to him. He takes my hand and forcefully puts the metal necklace in it. I look at it. ‘Colonel Miles Quaritch’... It has my fathers name on it. “That’s Colonel MIles Quaritch. Deceased. Killed in action.” I fling it across the room. I’m not anything like my father, I don’t want any reminders of him.

 “I’m not that man.” He stands..well as much as he could considering this room is small compared to him. “ But I do have his memories,” he walks over to the metal necklace to pick it up. “Enough to know that…well, he wasn’t always the best father.” He comes to sit next to me. “ But that’s not an apology, I’m not your father. Technically…you and I, we’re nothin to each other. But… I can help you.” 

“I can get you outta here.” I glance at him to show I’m listening. “I’m not gonna ask you to betray Jake Sully.I know you’d never do that. You’re loyal…and I admire loyalty. Just ride along.Otherwise I gotta give you back to the lab coats..” I look at him.

“ Where is she?” I demand “Who? That woman that was with you?” he responds. “Yes… where is she? Is she okay?” He doesn’t respond for a beat and just looks at me, licking the front of his teeth. “Who is she to you?..” 

“It doesn’t matter. Is she okay?!” I’m getting annoyed with him now. Why won’t he just tell me if she's alright? “She’s fine, matter of fact she should be awake by now–” 

“ I’ll go with you if you let me see her!... please.” 

[bluritch]

Recoms

Hi guys I have a dumb question about the recoms cuz I’m confused kk I’ve recently being more interested in them and I noticed that the wiki info doesn’t match the book info. Does anyone know which one is right

In the wiki these are: Lopez , Brown and Ja (Alexander)

And in the book these are: Ja (Alexander), Lopez and Brown

So Lopez is Ja / Brown is Lopez / Ja is Brown ???? cuz in my head I associate them with the wiki info. Or am I just tripping and everyone else already knew 😂

on another note look at how beautiful Walker is

[whxre-bxby]

Could you please do a recom Brown smut? I have tried to find some about him but I never can seem to find some... Btw I have fallen in love with your work!!! You are an amazing author and I look forward to reading more from you!!! Love you😘😘

Love you too <3

"Maybe Blue Isn't So Bad"

Recom Brown x  Recom Y/N 

Summary: The recom's are struggling to adapt to their new bodies. It hits Y/N the worst. She gets injured during a mission and Brown takes care of her. They talk about it before realising how touched-starved they are. Knowing their problems are difficult to solve, they fuck their worries away.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, angst, hurt and comfort, mentions of blood, pet name mama, breeding kink (no mating with tsaheylu), recom's identity crisis, tears

Masterlist

Word count: 5241

The helicopter landed at our base and I was the first to haul myself from the side and try to run inside. 

This was one of the most intense missions I’d ever experienced and I was not taking it well.

“Woah, hold on there sweetheart.” Quaritch shouted over the dying engine of the aircraft. I stumbled forward, falling to my knees on the hard concrete and wrapping an arm around my stomach. I felt like throwing up but nothing was happening. 

Immediately a pair of hands came to my aid, steadying me while I crouched down. Another pair moved the hair out of my face in case I did puke. 

Everyone had gotten off now, taking all the gear with them and they were standing in a group, waiting for orders and waiting for me to get up. 

No one felt relaxed after seeing what we just did, but since I got the worst of it, my mind was scattered. 

After about a minute of me breathing through my discomfort and the Colonel handing out tasks and orders,  I was able to open my eyes and sit back on my knees. 

“Help ‘er up.” Quaritch ordered and Lyle who stood next to me, making sure I was alright pulled me to my feet by holding me under my arms. 

I lean against him and then Brown comes around my other side, offering me more stability. I hold on to his shoulder and Lyle hands me off to him before helping Ja with the heavy gear. 

We’re all waiting for further instructions now.

“Alright, you lot join Wainfleet up on deck. We’re not done for today.” he says, talking to the others. 

Miles turns to me, letting out a small sigh and looking at me with a glimpse of pity in his eyes. 

“Y/N you’re dismissed.” he says, waving it off. I can’t answer him I only slightly nod, facing the ground as my head spins. 

“Stay with her and help ‘er out.” he says to Brown who is firmly holding me and he nods before directing his attention back to me. 

“Alright, get movin’. We don’t have all day!” Quaritch shouts, and the others start to walk inside. Most of them glance at me with worried expressions. It was clear to see that I was not okay. At least we were safe for now.

Quaritch nodded at Brown before motioning Lyle back to me. Both men stretched my arms over their shoulders and helped me walk inside while Miles walked beside us. As our superior, his top priority was obviously successfully completing the mission but also our safety and well-being. He could tell I had gotten a bad handful of things today and he was silently cursing himself for not having everyone covered at all ends. Now you had to suffer the consequences of his little mistake. 

We got inside and I was dropped off in a medical room. There were three beds and they placed me on the side of one. 

I sat, hunched over with my tail loosely hanging off the side while holding my face in my palm. 

Quaritch said a few things to Brown before he and Lyle left the room. When the door closed behind them there was almost complete silence and it calmed me down. Compared to the roaring engine and the… monster, we just encountered, this was heaven. 

Then I heard plastic wrappers and looked up to see Brown facing away from me, opening the medical kit on a table while I tried to keep balance on the thin hospital bed. 

I looked around the room noticing it was empty apart from the cabinets full of medicines and samples. The large glass windows were covered with blinds and the ceiling lights were illuminating the stripes on my now… blue skin. 

Right… I wasn’t human anymore…

Brown finished putting together whatever he was doing and turned around, walking towards me. 

My eyes were struggling to adapt to the bright lighting in the room and my body started slowly falling to the side. 

Before I could completely lose balance and tumble down, a large arm wrapped around my side, pulling me back into my previous sitting position. 

“Careful, don’t want you hurting yourself more.” he chuckled, slowly letting go. 

“Yeah, my bad.” I mumble, palming my forehead. He flashes me a smile before rearranging the items in his hands. One of them is a wet wipe drenched in alcohol and the other a wrapped-up bandage. 

Brown crouched down in front of me, gently lifting my injured leg so that my heel was resting on his knee.

“This’ll sting.” he warned before pressing the cloth against the large slash I had on my calf. I whimpered, biting down on my lip before I got used to it. But I knew he had to clean it properly. He pulled it away for a second before starting to wipe the blood away while gliding the stinging cloth through the open flesh. 

My whole body tensed and I lay back, biting my fist while digging my nails into my hand. God, this hurt as much as when the wound was made. 

“Sorry.” he breathily said, feeling a little guilty even though he knows he is helping me.

“It’s fine-” I squeaked out, clenching my eyes closed. “Just get it done.”

He nodded, looking back down at my leg again after noticing how my tail was repeatedly thudding against the metal railing on the side. This was pure agony.

He continued cleaning the wound, trying to hurry it up for me and when he was done I relaxed back, covering my face with my arms and breathing heavily. 

Brown chuckled, gently wiping down my entire leg to clean it off from blood. 

“There. Done. Wasn’t that bad now was it?” he sarcastically asked, grinning down at my half-dead self. 

I snort in response, feeling like I’ve won the battle of a lifetime. He smiles before putting the cloth to the side and starting to wrap the bandage around my leg. 

Slowly I lift my body and sit up, watching his hands encircle my massacred leg with the remaining bandage until it’s gone. 

I admired how gentle he was, especially because I knew usually he wasn’t.

Brown was the type of guy that would fist-bump his friends. That included chest bumps in the air too. When teasing a guy he would headlock them and rub his fist in their hair. He was also quite competitive, his main goal usually being beating Prager and Ja in physically challenging tasks. 

But now, he was wrapping my leg in such a manner as if it were made of extremely thin glass that could break if he pulled too tightly. He also made sure his fingers would not brush against my wound.

A soft smile formed on my face when he finished, tucking the last strand under another. 

“Thank you.” I say and it almost sounds like a whisper.

His eyes looked up, searching for my face and he found me already looking at him. The same smile was mirrored on his face now before he got up to put the bloody wet wipe away. 

“No need, can’t have you injured like this for too long. ‘Team needs you. Especially now that we know you can run like hell.” he spoke, ending his sentence with a chuckle.

I scoff, smiling. “My life depended on it.” 

He nods understandingly, looking down.

I sigh, letting my shoulders slump before scoffing at my thought. 

“It’s ironic really. There I was, running for my life from a Thanator when I spend my days and nights wishing I never woke up like this.” 

Brown’s head shoots up to meet mine at my words while a tired smile forms on my lips. I didn’t want to live like this. I hated how I looked and who I was now but at the same time I hated who I used to be and the memories I had from that person who is probably dead for good reason. 

“Don’t say that.” he replies, leaning against the table to face me. “We’re getting a second chance here. Let’s make the most of it.” 

“But we’re not making the most of it.” I say, almost cutting him off. People were constantly saying that but it made no sense because almost nothing has changed except our bodies. 

“We’re doing the exact same thing that got us killed.” 

My voice was breaking and he caught on to it. Everyone was struggling with this new change a little but they hid it. I however couldn’t anymore. 

“The same thing is going to happen and now I feel even worse doing all that because this god-forsaken body makes me feel connected to the world out there.” I start spiralling, running a hand through my hair, although it gets caught in the braids that I’m also not used to. 

He stays silent, letting me get rid of the weight on my shoulders but I can tell my words affect him. 

“And no one is questioning what we’re doing because this is what we were built for, right? I mean, the only reason they brought us back is to finish what they started but we have no real reason to do so.” I continue to rant while my eyes sting and nose sting, slowly welling up with tears. 

“What would they do if I said no? Would they shoot me? Wipe my memory and try it again?”

“No, they wouldn’t do that…” Brown says, trying to comfort me but he himself sounds unsure. 

“I just-” I say with a sniffle. “I feel so, unreal. We’re artificial. It’s like we’re not actually living.” 

The room is silent for a while as both of us blankly stare at the ground. He isn’t objecting to what I’m saying so I assume he understands and maybe thinks the same. But we both know there isn’t much we can do. And that’s what has me so frustrated and helpless.

Brown sighs before walking over to me. 

He wanted to comfort me as best he could. That included holding me to him or basically anything with physical touch. He felt so deprived of that and he knew you must too. Your purpose of being alive was completing the mission, so all recoms were constantly being given orders, tasks and instructions. There was always something to do and figure out that everything else was completely neglected. There were no breaks for us, only sleep. 

He stands in front of me while I peered down at my dangling legs. When I saw his ones stop in front of me I let my glossy eyes meet his. 

Brown held out his hand and it took me a good few seconds to catch on to what he was doing. I put my palm in his, thinking nothing of it and longing for any comfort I can get. He closed his hand, looking at me with a saddened expression. 

“Can I hug you?” he asked, seeming completely genuine. His words took me by surprise. If you would have asked me to rank all the recoms from most likely asking me that to least likely, he would have definitely been at the bottom of least likely. Not because he was the last person I wanted to hug but because he never showed any kind of physical affection at all except for his moves with his friends like the chest bumps and headlocks. But one would never see him patting anyone on the back or anything similar to that. Perhaps he just had no one to give physical affection to. 

His eyes raced between mine as he tried to fish out the answer from my reaction before I could say it. My hesitation had him worried he overstepped a boundary and he tensed, almost shrinking away from me. 

I however held his hand firmly, knowing I needed this hug more than anything. 

“Yes please.” I whisper and his eyes shoot up to mine in surprise. His ears perked forwards and his tail stilled. 

He smiled, taking a step forward and I opened my legs just so that he could step between them and hug me comfortably. The bed was up to his waist so I was almost as tall as him. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I did the same, flattening my hands on his back as I rested my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine and I realised how badly I needed this physical attention. It just made it better that it happened to be him. 

My waterworks get going again and I feel my bottom lip wobble before I sniffle and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He relaxes into me, pulling us further together and one of his hands comes up to cradle my head. Tears flow from my eyes as I let out small muffled sobs, subconsciously wrapping my legs around him because I didn’t want this to end. 

He let his head fall and rest on my shoulder while his arms completely embraced me. 

While calming down in the safety of his arms, I didn’t notice that my own touch-starved body was responding in another way. Heat started to form between my legs but I didn’t realise it because of the pain in my heart and the overwhelming thoughts in my head. 

Maybe it was because we were so close. His hips were very close to mine and my body seemed to crave more than just a hug even though in my head, this was more than I could ever ask for. 

I had my face pressed against his clothed shoulder, inhaling his now stronger scent. Maybe that’s what caused the excitement in me but I refused to acknowledge it. 

Whether you ignored it or not didn’t matter because Brown had noticed it. He was fighting his own battle of being neglected by touch so having you wrap yourself around his body like this was heaven. When he rested his head on your shoulder he inhaled your sweet scent and had to fight the urge to bury his face into your neck and inhale more of it. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries because you two were hugging and it was a beautiful moment he wouldn’t dare ruin for you. 

If you only hug him, he will make sure to keep it just as you want and won’t initiate anything more. However, he will pay more attention to your reactions, just to see whether you might be feeling what he is. Maybe you can even feel him. He knew he was getting worked up and was terrified of scaring you away if you felt what was growing in his pants. 

My mind started drifting off as I clung to him and my sniffles turned into heavy breathing. 

Brown’s ears were strained in my direction, listening to any noise I made as best he could.

He took note of how my body seemed to grow warmer and then suddenly, he heard what sounded like a pant. Then again and it kept repeating until he knew he wasn’t mistaken. 

To test how you reacted to him, he traced his fingertips along the exposed skin your tank top left, on your back. This could be seen as an innocent action, so he put it to the test. Seeing goosebumps rise on your skin had him smirking and he felt his dick throb. Fuck, he was down bad too. 

Brown gently pulled away, steadying you in front of him so he could look at you properly. Your glossy eyes, parted lips and flushed face made him forget how to breathe for a few seconds. You were so beautiful and like this, you looked even better. Your sweet scent suddenly filled his nostrils again but this time it was stronger and his instincts told him it was radiating from a special part of your body. 

“Y/N…” he said, his usually raspy voice turning soft. My eyes shot up to his, watching how he scanned every feature on my face. 

“How do you feel?” he asked. 

I wasn’t sure what he meant. I mean, I knew what the question meant and I was ready to give him the simple answer of good but the way he looked at me hinted that he meant it in a different context. 

“Better?” I say, unsure if that’s what he meant. It seemed to solve something for him but not everything.

He sighed, taking a deep breath to steady himself. As if he were really struggling to hold himself back from doing something. Seeing him like this, made me imagine the best-case scenario but I didn’t want to expose my thoughts. 

“I can smell you…” he breathily replied in a strained voice. His ears were tipped back, only perking forward every time I made a noise or a new movement. I also noticed how the muscles in his arms flexed.

I was about to ask whether he needed medical attention until his own musk filled the air around me. It was always there and I always knew what he smelled like but now it was stronger than ever and it made my core throb. 

I wanted to curse myself for reacting so desperately.

My eyes widened when I met his again and he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking about.

“Don’t ignore it. Look at how it ended this time.” he said and I understood even though I think it wasn’t going too badly. I mean I got my hug. 

“What if next time someone else will be here instead of me? I don’t want that happening.” he said and my mouth dropped open a little more. Was that a confession?

“If you don’t want me here, I can go.” he said, noticing my agonising silence. My heart raced in panic because that was the last thing I wanted. 

“No-” I quickly say and Brown feels relief flood his body. “I want you here with me.” 

His tipped-back ears perk forward once again as he reruns the words in his head. 

“No one else but you.” I added. Those words really got to him, especially because he was so competitive with the others. He needed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks. Yes, we did just hug and hold each other but I know he means it in a different way this time. In a way that has me rubbing my thighs together. 

Seeing me do that has his heart skip a beat. He could only dream of what you felt and looked like. 

“Yes.” I whisper and he shakily exhales before his hands attach themselves to my legs. He places them on my knees, pushing my legs apart and stepping in between them to prevent me from closing them again. 

I hold him there by encircling his legs with my own. He’s so close to me again but this time, his face is inches from mine. Brown’s slightly dilated pupils stare into mine and I let my palm find his cheek to guide him down to me. He complies, leaning in and closing the gap between us. Our lips press against each other and what started off as a soft kiss testing the waters, became a breathy and panted make-out session. 

His tongue had slipped past my lips and I parted them further, not dreaming of ever denying his access. 

My hands closed in tight fists around the neckline of his shirt while his hands glided down my waist, groping the skin of my hips and holding me close. 

With every second that passed we felt our needs grow and it seemed to only get worse and more desperate. 

I pulled away for air because my mind was becoming fuzzy and I couldn’t think straight. 

Brown smirked, still holding me while I panted. He did the same but I seemed more out of breath. 

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” he whispered, allowing himself to finally press his face into your neck before kissing it. I tilted my head to the side while my arms loosely wrapped around his neck before gasping when I felt him nip at my skin. 

My body feels like it’s on fire and all my clothes start to bother me so I find the base of my top and start pulling it up and over my head. Brown pulls back, watching me with a smile. 

I hook my fingertips under my sports bra before looking at him, noticing he is only watching. 

“Don’t just stand there, take it all off.” I hastily say, needing to feel his bare skin against mine. 

My bold words surprise him but it’s such a turn-on for him. 

“Damn mama, do that again and I won’t last as long.” he chuckles, peeling his own shirt off. 

I threw my bra and top to the side and wanted to take my shorts off but I was interrupted by Brown pressing himself into me again. His hands found my bare chest and he groped the skin of my breasts, groaning against my cheek. 

“Fuck you look so beautiful.” he mumbled against my skin and I smiled, exhaling an airy laugh. 

“I didn’t even get a chance to look at you.” I complain, trying to make out what he looks like by running my hands over his now bare torso. He chuckles against me before pulling away. 

My breath hitches when I see how sculpted he looks. I’ve seen him shirtless before but he was never this close. 

I reach my arm out again and trace it over his pecs before outlining his abs. 

“Fuck.” I curse under my breath and his smile turns into a grin. “I’m so turned on it’s becoming painful.” I whisper and Brown’s eyes widen at my once again bold words. 

He swears to himself, the excitement your words caused shooting straight to his crotch. 

“Take it all off.” he orders, hastily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. I nod, opening my shorts and pushing them down my legs along with my underwear. 

We both discard all our remaining clothing on the ground. The only thing still on our bodies are our dog tags. 

Almost instantly I’m pulled flush against Brown’s and his hands are all over me. I sigh, loving the feeling of his hot chest pressing up against mine. 

After a minute of further worshipping and exploring, Brown pulls away. His hand flattens above my chest and he slowly guides me back. I hesitate a little, unsure of what he has planned. 

“Don’t worry baby, you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you.” he comforts me and I let him push me back so that I’m laying on the hospital bed now. 

“Let me take care of you.” he softly said, his hands outlining my waist and hips. I nod, relaxing a little. 

Brown lets his hands glide past my abdomen and gently opens my legs. I let him, holding on to the hand that’s holding me down. He moves it and intertwined our fingers before focusing back on me. 

His eyes meet my now wet and glistening pussy and he groans, deeply inhaling my scent. 

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he mutters before letting his free hand trail down the inside of my thigh. I gasp when his fingers finally come in contact with my heat and he gently rubs me through my folds, watching my reactions. My legs relax and fall open a little more and I tighten my grip on his hand. 

He circles my clit, noticing how my muscles tense and he knows he’s doing good. After a while, his fingers start to prod at my entrance before he slowly pushes one of his entirely inside. He gently thrusts it in and out a few times, admiring the feeling of your silky walls. It makes him look forward to having that around his dick. 

Soon a second finger is added and he pushes them knuckle-deep inside me. I whimper, biting down on my lip while my ears are strained back. It felt so good. Better than anything I could ever do to myself. 

“Does it feel good, mama?” he coos, asking rhetorically with a grin. I whine, nodding my head a few times before letting it fall back. 

“So good.” I whisper and my words make his stomach twist with excitement. 

“Fuck- I can’t wait any longer.” he curses, removing his fingers from inside me and licking my wetness off. He groans at the taste and almost shivers in anticipation of how you will feel around him. 

Brown gets on the bed, climbs on top of me and cages me in with his arms on either side of my head. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not quite believing this is happening to me. 

He smirks before gently moving my injured leg to the side so that he doesn’t touch it and hurt you more.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, you’ll forget about everything else.” he whispers in my ear and I shiver. 

My pupils are just as blown wide with lust as his are. He pushes my other leg up and to the side, setting it down on his lower back before he presses his bare hips against mine. My mouth drops open as I feel his throbbing cock press against my burning core. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, to ground himself in reality and not completely lose it.  

“Please fuck me already.” I whine, hating how I’m clenching around nothing. I needed him so bad I was close to just doing it myself.

Brown chuckles. My neediness had him going feral. 

He pulled back a little, lining himself up with me before pushing himself inside. He pushed just a little past halfway and bit his lip. I inhale sharply, loving how I was finally being filled. 

Without further waiting, Brown pulled out, keeping only the tip inside me before snapping his hips forward again. This time he bottomed out and I couldn’t help but moan. 

After hearing that, he made it his mission to draw all and any noises like that from me. 

I dug my nails into his hand that I was holding and let him set the pace. 

He started off slow but I could tell he was restraining himself for me. 

“Don’t hold back, please.” I say and it sounds like a beg but I couldn’t care less. 

He nods, steadying his heavy breathing before starting to properly fuck me. 

Both of us were so frustrated over the past few weeks we needed to release all the tension in us. And what better way to do that than to fuck our problems away. 

With every thrust, I felt genuine waves of pleasure shoot through my body and I was slowly losing myself in it. Everything became so much more sensitive that it felt amazing. 

“You feel so good.” he hissed, baring his fangs while his breath fanned on my shoulder. He bit down, not too harshly but it wasn’t gentle either. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. 

“Need to mark you-” he breathed out “as mine.” 

“Don’t stop.” I plead, feeling my orgasm finally near me. My eyes were fluttering closed and shot open again every time he attacked a new piece of skin.

Suddenly Brown stopped and I almost hissed at him, quickly pulling back and lifting my un-injured leg over his shoulder before leaning down and fucking into me again. 

The new angle had him hitting a spot I’d never known about and it made my thighs clamp around him. 

I moan, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. 

“I’m so close.” I squeak, my voice is barely audible. That’s the biggest motivational speech he could get and he doesn’t let his movements falter for even a second. 

“Come on baby, you can do it.” he coos, leaning further down while trapping my leg in between our bodies. 

Within the next few thrusts, I’m seeing stars. My fingers and toes curl while my entire body tenses. My pussy clenches around Brown and he’s about to spill his load into me. He wants to ask whether he should pull out but the way you're holding him against your body stops him from speaking up. 

I tremble, arching my back into him and moaning his name while my eyes roll to the back of my head. The sight of that and the feeling of me is too much for Brown and can’t stop himself from emptying his balls deep into me. With one last thrust, he pushes himself balls-deep inside me and releases his hot cum. 

My orgasm was slowly dying down but feeling him fill me up like that extended it even more. He had so much of it and I felt it start to drip out of me while he was still buried inside me. 

He moved his torso up, keeping his hips in place and let me remove my leg from his shoulder. When I did he leaned back down and quite literally collapsed onto me. I wrapped my free leg and arms around him while his head rested on my chest. 

We were both panting like mad and my pussy throbbed against him. Never in my life would I have thought this situation could take such a good turn. 

I smile when I see how his tail is happily swaying. Maybe being blue wasn’t that bad after all. 

After a few minutes of holding each other, Brown gets up, gently moving past me. He gets another damp cloth, pushing any cum that leaked out back inside before he cleaned me off between my legs and did the same to himself. 

“You better not get chased by a Thanator again because this is not the last time we’re doing this.” he says with a chuckle and I smile. 

“Maybe I should. Then you can help me out again.” I reply teasing him back. He scoffs before handing me my clothes. 

We get dressed and Brown starts packing up the med kit again. It’s nearing dinner time so he helps me to the canteen and we sit down. 

The others join us soon and Ja sits next to me while Brown is on my other side. 

Ja takes one inhale of the air, expecting to just smell me but instead it reeks of Brown. 

He inhales again before his eyebrows furrow. 

“Why do you smell like Brown?” he asks me. Luckily the others didn’t hear. But Brown did. I look up at him with innocent eyes. Brown leans back, looking over my back at his friend. 

“Might wanna move over.” he says, eyeing how close Ja is to you. Ja’s eyes widen as he can only imagine what happened between you but he listens, scooting away a little. 

Brown discreetly wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him. No one noticed except for Ja and Prager. 

It made Brown feel pride in his chest because he claimed you and they could do nothing about it. Perhaps they would even notice the developing hickey on your neck soon.

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[naavispider]

Just finished reading cats in the cradles and I'm already absolutely in love with the storyline. Quaritch definitely wants his son back because knowing he's pretty much lost everything in his life since he's been in prisoned. He's missed a decade of his son life and he can't bare another second away from his boy. It would piss him off more knowing that his son is with Jake Sully through foster care. Quaritch would try his absolute hardest to get his baby back, but it's not always a guarantee and it would take years to get full custody from being in prisoned for so long. At that point I know Quaritch wouldn't give 2 shits and would just snatch up his kid and take off. Though I would agree Quaritch would live in a luxury Cabin out far in the country with the 'recoms' because most likely their lives are just as messed up as Quaritch so they all pretty much live together. Spider would be spoiled considering he's now the baby of the family, so he gushed over by everyone.

I am absolutely living for this AU where Spider is taken by the recoms but they live on some luxury estate far out in the middle of nowhere, and the recoms are actually good people and Spider likes living with them (begrudgingly) and eventually he becomes part of the family and it's all very light and fluffy 😭😭 What he deserves tbh

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

What do the members of Deja Blue think about this whole kidnapping and about Spider in general? I wonder what would happen if Spider say Zdgog that he is unhappy - would she help him escape?

I love this question! Let me break down my thoughts.

I'll start off by saying team Deja Blue features a lot more in the endings I'm working on. I'm writing the scenario where Spider gets really sick forcing Quaritch to take him to a hospital. I've seen the idea flouting around that Ja is the teams medic so I'm running with that. He's actually going to feature pretty heavily and I'm debating weather I want him to have a crisis of consciousness or not (it'll probably depend on the ending you choose)

But my thoughts on the whole Deja blue Quaritch dynamic is that they are extremely loyal to him. He's their commanding officer after all. He's led them through war. They've been through so much together. They're practically family. I actually wanted to write more scenes with them in it in the prologue but they ended up just not fitting in, taking attention away from the Paz/Miles relationship I was building up (before you know- brutally killing Paz off). But they all went to there wedding. They were all in the waiting room when Spider was being born just waiting for Quaritch to burst out and announce the arrival of his healthy baby boy. They spent holidays together. They are all Spider's aunt and uncles and they love and care for him as there nephew. They all saw first hand what a good dad Quaritch use to be. and they were all equally devastated by Paz's death. They all definitely supported Quaritch after he nearly murdered Paz's killer and Lyle and Z-dog, who are Spider's godparents applied for custody of him when Quaritch went to jail, they just weren't granted it.

All this to say Deja Blue is pretty much entirely on Quaritch's side. They think he's completely justified in taking his son back after there family was so unjustly ripped apart. I think some of them, like Z-dog, would take issue with some of Quaritch's "tactics" for getting Spider to come around, but as long as they look the other way....well what the don't know can't hurt them.

And to the question "would Z-dog help Spider escape if he told her he was unhappy" yeah she would. I think of Z and Paz as being best friends. Again I didn't expand on that to much because it wasn't my focus but I think? i mentioned in passing in the prologue that Lyle and Z are still caring for the Quaritch/Socorro house while Quaritch is away. Z keeps Paz's old garden alive, and now that Quaritch is 1,000's of miles away, Z tends Paz's grave for him, keeping it clean and leaving her flowers.

Because they were such good friends Z would have a good sense of what Paz would have wanted for Spider. And while Paz would have been totally on board with just taking Spider back and running off and living in seclusion in the mountains she would not be on board with a lot of the stuff Quaritch does to him. Z turns a blind eye to it out of loyalty to Quaritch but if Spider said he was truly unhappy, if he had begged Z for help, she would have turned Quaritch in like that 🫰Because Z knows damn well that while Paz loved Quaritch if he hurt there son she would have beat his ass in seconds.

I hope all that answered your question 😅 Thank you so much! 💞

[pearlsinmyhair]

how do i explain that venus and quaritch’s song is fourth of july?

The evil it spread like a fever ahead / It was night when you died, my firefly

how?

Did you get enough love, my little dove / Why do you cry? / And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best / Though it never felt right

how do i explain…

Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth

that there is no way…

We're all gonna die / We're all gonna die / We're all gonna die / We're all gonna die / We're all gonna die / We're all gonna die / We're all gonna die

that this story ends without bloodshed?

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