#recombinant ja x reader

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

Haii, it was awesome to read something dark with the recoms and human fem reader. Maybe a part 2 with the others, I'llgive some short ideas for each.

like Mansk blackmailing reader ( coughOnlyFanscough) to get what he wants. He's got that hacker look

Ja being a medic, so he's gotta hang out a lot at the lab right? So he may use some aphrodisiac drug on reader 'accidentally'

Lopez kiNda looks like a dangerous guy with all of his tattoos. Maybe he scares off the others by threatening them or bullying reader into dating him.

Prager seems like Im nice but not actually. He could be a manipulator type.

yes. i swear i was going to write for the others too but i’m busyyy n my brains not working anymore :( i also made the ja one x male reader cuz idk what happened to me cuz im missing the feeling of being a dude idk omg.

rape/non-con. with the recoms.

part 1 ft. recom. miles quaritch & recom. lyle wainfleet.

1. mansk x single mother!fem!reader. 2. ja/alexander x m!reader.

warnings: vaginal fingering, lactation kink, gay oral sex (m. rec.), pet names, blackmailing, kidnapping?, humiliating, mentions of killing, no proofreading

mansk: you both agreed that its a one night thing. it was too much and you couldn’t handle not being filled anymore. it went nice and smooth and you liked it, you did, really. mansk knew that it was a one night stand and he was fine with it, really, didn’t even care, but the whole thing with you, how small your wrists were, how your tits fit perfectly in his hands, how the way your tummy bulged when he was thrusting into you, he had to record it. and he did. he thought if he recorded it, he could use it against you. and that’s exactly what he did.

“you have no other choice,” you looked at him in disbelief, did he really record the entire thing... why would he even do that, the questions swam in your head as you stared at him with wide eyes, “no, no, no, no i can’t i can’t we can’t this is so wrong. oh god. please just forget about it we can’t do this. let’s both forget about it, please, mansk, let’s not talk about it ever again, okay? please...” he let out a low chuckle, “no, doll, listen, you either go there to the table, bend over and lift your pretty skirt up and let me do you, or else i’ll show general ardmore everything. you know how strict she is with the rules and shit, it’s up to you, really, in the end you’re the one who will lose a job, not me.” it was true. you will end up losing everything you’ve worked hard for. you won’t even have enough money to raise your kid, to provide him a good life and a good school. you bit your lip and looked up at him, your glossy eyes meeting his yellow ones before your hands went to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up exposing your lower body to him, “lose the shirt too,” it came out of his mouth more of a suggestion rather than a command, and like the good girl you are you unbuttoned all the buttons exposing your chest to his hungry gaze, you felt like a slice of meat for him to devour.

“what are you waiting for?” mansk said, slightly annoyed, he wanted to feel your soft skin, wanted to kiss your plump lips, wanted to feel the soft texture of your hair, he wanted you. he couldnt take it anymore. couldn’t bare not being able to touch you, his face dropped when he saw you looking at your feet with a shade of pink tinting your cheek, he lifted you face up look at him using his index and thumb, “what is it what’s wrong pretty girl?” your eyes met his sharp ones, you swallowed the lump in your throat before replying, “i can’t bend i - i’m -” he just gave you a low ‘oh’ realizing what you were trying to say “it’s okay, baby, you’ll just lay down nd look pretty for me, okay?” you nodded your head and went to your bed and layed down on your bed, mansk was towering over you, his long legs spread on each side of your body as his hand fondling with your left breast, his mouth already kissing and sucking on your right breast, giving teasy licks to your already hard nipple before taking it in his mouth, his hand started massaging the skin as he sucked, you let out a high pitched moan as you his knee between your legs rubbing your heat as his mouth sucked harder and harder, it was too much. the way he was fondling with your sore tits, sucking and biting at the sensetive bud, your hand went to his face trying to push him off of your chest but you stopped when you felt the liquid gush out of your nipple and into his mouth, his hand started kneading your other breast.

mask let out a low growl at the feeling of your warm milk oozing out of your hard nipple and landing on your hand as he drank your pearly white milk still squeezing your tits, “s-stop please c-can’t do this nymore please,” his eyes met your glossy ones while your mascara was running down your bambi eyes.

you didnt even notice when he flipped you so he was laying on the bed and you were on top of him, didn’t even notice when his dick started running up and down your slit stopping at youe enterance just to tease you for a bit before sliding it inside of your warm gummy walls, the moan he let out made you even wetter knowing that you are the one who is making an alien feel that good, could you even deny that it made you feel good inside? made you feel warm? could you deny that you like the feeling of a big cock thrusting in and out of you?

the friction on your clit from his pubic bone along with the brutal thrusting of his cock was enough to make a knot form in your lower belly, you couldn’t even tell how long it’s been it sure was longer than 40 minutes from the way he was covered in sweat. he was close, you knew it from the way his chest was rapidly rising and falling a few more long and deep thrusts made you release all over him, coating him with a sticky clear liquid, his hands went from your hips to your waist, wrapping his arms around you as he brought you down to his chest, hearing his heart beat was calming and sad. knowing that hes doing this to you, oh how you wanted to tear his skin apart and rip his heart out of his body, but you couldn’t do anything, why would you anyway? after a few strokes you flet a warm liquid being pumped inside you, his hand petting your head, stroking your hair as he kissed your hair line, “let’s stay like this forever, y/n, just you and me and your child, i’ll protect you, sweetheart,” you sobbed at his words, how could he say that? how could he be in your and your sons life? “i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.” you yelled clawing at his chest as he kissed your head more making a few shh noises. you closed your eyes for a second and opened them again when you heard a loud cry, “let me go. my son needs me.”

ja: the first time he saw you was in the lab, opening his eyes to someone like you was a heavenly thing, he loved the way your hair would fall down on your face, the way your skillful hands touched his body, it was amazing, it was as if he was being electric shocked. oh how happy he was when you told him he’s doing a good job when he first opened his eyes, touching finger, feeling the rough skin of his fingertips, wriggling his toes, he wanted you to praise him more, it was not enough.

on one rainy night, you were protected in the warmth of your blankets, eyes closed, you groaned when you heard a knock on your door followed by ja’s voice, you hurridly got up and looked for your sweatpants, pulling them up to legs before slightly opening the door, “alexander. what brings you here?” you peeked out the door asking with a hint of annoyance in your tone, ja swallowed a bit already nervous, his hands sweating as he spoke “i, uh, i was out with the others, and we got attacked by nasty wolves, and they kind of, hurt my back and i can’t really reach the area, i was thinking maybe you could land me a hand?” you looked at him and opened the door for him, he towered and walked through the door and sat on your bed, “i’m sorry i didn’t have enough time to throw a shirt on, i’ll put one on right now if it’s bothering you,” “no no it’s okay i don’t - i don’t mind,” it was true. he didn’t mind, it was lovely to watch your chest, your toned abs, your tight chest, pink nipples, it was a heavenly sight, just like you.

“so you got attacked by a nantang?” you hummed and walked to your closet opening it and reaching for the first aid kit and walked back to him “imma gonna need you to take your shirt off,” he nodded his head and took off his shirt, you walked closer and sat behind him on the bed, your hands went to his back your fingers caressing the the wound on his back, “doesn’t look that bad, i’ll just disinfect it, it’s a tiny scratch,” you chuckled and dipped into the tiny bag and reached for a tiny neatly packaged stach of disinfectant wipes, tearing the paper and running the tiny cloth on the wound.

ja let out a hiss, “it hurts?”

“no. it does not,” you hummed and put the tiny cloth on the bed next to you, “all finished looks as good as a new,” you chuckeled and kissed the wound, how could a very innocent act turn him on? pathetic, he turned around and looked at you, “y/n, i,” his hand went to yours and putting it on his chest, “here - can you feel that? feel how my heart is beating, it is beating for you, y/n i want to kiss you, want to hold you, want you all for myself, please y/n, please, say yes, be with me, we can have a really nice live together. i’ll love you forever,” he smiled a little but his smile quickly dropped when you shook your head, “i’m sorry i can’t - i’m not a - i’m not into guys. i do appreciate your feelings though, and i won’t look at you in a different way, i’m your friend, ja,” you said and placed your hand on his shoulder giving a few gentle squeezes.

his heart was shattered, and all he was seeings was red maybe if he showed you a good time you’d give in and be with him, maybe you’re not sure of your sexuality! yes! that must be it, that was only alexanders mind playing jokes on him, cause everytime you touched him, smiled his way, or even laughed at his cheesy jokes it was friendly. all of it. he mistook the signs, he was uncapable of withdrawing his hand as it went to your throat, squeezing, making the air run out of your lungs, his lips crashed to yours, your eyes wide with tears, your face red, you couldn’t breath, you clawed at arms, slapped him on his head to no avail, his free hand was fondling with his belts, undoing his buttons and unzipping them and pulling his dick out, the way you were helpessly and patheticly squirming turned him even more.

his lips left your after what felt like forever for you and his hand went to your hair now, pulling you up to your as you let out a pained whimper, his hand stroking his hard member, with your mouth open letting out pained moans, with his left hand cupping you chin je maneuvered the head of my cock between his lips and you closed around it, unsure abd surprised of what he had put inside your mouth, immediately he pushed forward and sank a good seven inches into your mouth and down your throat, you gagged briefly, then settled, and didn’t pull away.

curiousity took over you and the tip of your tongue danced on his slit and he let our a groan.

“good boy, my good boy,” ja said and started rougly thrusting his cock in and out.

a lot of saliva was running down his shaft and his balls, he kept thrusting in and out, his big balls slapping on your chin as he towered over you, biting his lips, “that’s it, take it all - fuck yes - don-don’t stop, you like that, princess, don’t you?” it was humiliating and embarrassing how a few words made your face burn up, one: due to the lack of oxygen, two: due to the way he was spitting words at you.

with both of his hands on your head he pushed you all the way down, your nose burried in black wirey pubes, your hands went to his abs scratching and throwing punches, it started really strong and then it became weak punches, tears were filling your eyes, making your vision blurry and foggy, his cock pulsed a few times inside your throat before your eyes closed, your feet gave up and you sank to your knees, your hands went to your sides, unable to move anymore you were in a black like void.

he didn’t stop tho, still thrusting into you before pulling out and cumming on your face, his seed landing on your eyes, forehead, cheeks, and nose, even your hair didn’t survive the semen rain.

“you’re comin’ back with me.” ja said as he succuried you in his arms.

@tieflingteeth

[timetravellingshinigami]

Lyle's growl here 🥵🥵

When you read Fanfics or romance and the male romantic interest *growls* yeah this is what they meant.

[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. 

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 5

Relationships: Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

WC: 2.9k

Series Summary: ~~~ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to leave?” Quaritch seethes, watching as you walk back to camp with one of their backpacks you had taken, filled to the brim with Puffball, Spartan, and Yovo fruit.

You had woken up early before anyone, and even sneaked past Prager, who was on watch for the night. You were hungry, you haven’t ate since being taken.

“I was getting food” you snark back as you grab a spartan fruit and toss it to Spider, who easily caught it.

“We have food” Quaritch counters as if he was talking to a bratty child, and maybe he was.

“Real food. That shit you tried to poison me last night isn’t food. Just try it” you shove a Yovu fruit into chest, careful not squeeze it. “You’ll thank me later” you grin. You toss different fruits to the other recoms, some eyes it suspiciously and others, like Lyle, bites into the fruits with no hesitation.

“Oh my god, this so good” you hear Lopez moan in content.

You walk over to Spider who holds the Spartan fruit towards you. You grab it as you sit down next to him, you had managed to find a thin rock that you had washed in a stream close by. You start cutting the fruit into smaller pieces and placing them on a leaf for Spider.

“Thank you” Spider graciously pulls the leaf full of fruit towards him. You watch Spider as he takes a deep breath, pulling the mask up, he places a piece of fruit into his mouth before covering his face once again, humming appreciated.

You look around seeing many of the recoms eating the fruits with their bare hands, juice covering their mouths and dripping down their hands, you turn to see the Colonel, using his knife to cut into the fruit, stabbing it and placing it in his mouth.

Trying to decide on how to teach the recoms was harder than you thought. You had agreed on Spider to teach the recombinants the language, you don’t think you have the patience for that. Normally you would have taught them how to ride a Pa’li, but there’s none around, plus you don’t really trust them not to kill them.

A bow and arrow is also a must for their iknimaya, but you doubt any of them would be any to train with a bow, seeing how trigger happy they are with their guns.

Balance is what you decided to teach them first. They’re aren’t human anymore, their Na’vi bodies are made for the forest, they just have to trust their natural instincts and body.

A week passes and you had managed to convince them to get rid of the boots, but not without the whining and the reluctance from them.

Spider had taken a liking to the recoms, you’ve seen how close he’s been getting with Lyle, Ja, and Mansk. It worried you on how attach Spider is getting but you can’t blame him, back at high camp many of the Na’vi just see him as a demon, a mistake. It’s refreshing seeing Spider this way, it gives you happiness.

There’s not a day that goes by that you don’t think about your siblings. If you know your father, he most likely moved out of High Camp and found safety somewhere else for the safety of the family. It doesn’t mean you can’t be a bit petty towards him.

You have noticed how Lyle tried to get you to open up, anytime he had the time, he would look for you and try to talk to you, you immediately shut him down and walk away from him. If only you looked back, you would see how his ears flick downwards.

“You have to be faster than that, ” you giggle as you swiftly land on a different branch, avoiding Lopez hands. He quickly doubles back and tries to hold his balance on the branch above you.

You’ve been teaching them on how to hunt and practice their balance, and cause you wanted to fuck with the recoms, you thought a game of tag will help. It helped with Lo’ak and Neteyam, it could help the recoms.

The recoms seems to like the game of chase, they like the thrill of it, like it was instinct. You running around the trees, jumping from branch to branch, tree to tree. You felt free, besides the tracker that the Colonel made you wear on your wrist.

You had half of the unit trying to catch you, Lyle, Lopez, Ja, and Prager, while the others stayed behind, mostly Quaritch stayed behind to watch your movements from the tracking device in his hands. He didn’t want to risk you running off. His words? You plan to run off, I’ll bring you back with your ass bruised. Well that was kind of a tempting offer might you add.

“Use your tail as counterbalance. Your tail is what helps you” you shout at them.

“Don’t you see I’m trying, babosa” Lopez curses at you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his obvious agitation.

Your ears twitch hearing silent footsteps behind you. Whoever it was is stealthily as shit, but it still needs work, their sky people cloths makes them loud.

You moved just in time to see Lyle throw his arms out to try and catch you. He didn’t calculate well when he threw himself at you. Barely catching himself on the branch as he hangs on the side of the branch for dear life.

“Damn! You guys suck at this” you grin down at Lyle. Lyle just huffs a laugh as he shakes his head.

Since this game of tag the only people who almost managed to catch you was Lyle and Mansk.

“You’ll need to cut those pants, they make too much noise” you nod your towards his cammies.

“Yeah? You want to see me naked too, Sully?” He grins up at you. You watch as Lyle groans as he pulls himself up. Damn he has good arm strength.

“Maybe” with that, you hop to another branch to crest distance before he could cheat and catch you.

Watching the recom unit try to be Na’vi is entertaining to no end. You and Spider even made bets.

The first bet? Who would be the first to fail to catch a fish.

You had taken the unit to the closest stream, another lesson. To teach them how to hunt. Again you wanted to teach them the bow, but of course they declined, saying *why we need bows if we have guns*

You watch on the sidelines, seeing many of them in their undergarments, trying to catch fish, many failed.

You look back to your hands, weaving a basket for your next trip to get food for your and the others, Prager got pissed when you returned his backpack smelling of sweet fruits and sticky from its juices.

You felt uncomfortable. You hate how these demons acted like they didn’t just kidnapped you and Spider, you hate it even more seeing how Spider is playing with them in the water, distracting the demons from their teaching.

“Thinking pretty hard there, mama” hearing the all to familiar voice of the biggest pain in your ass.

“Please kindly go away, I’m introverting” Quaritch couldn’t hold back a grin at your sarcasm. You’re a spitfire, that’s for sure. He can’t deny that he kinda likes that about you.

“You’re little sarcastic comments will get you into trouble one of these days”

That makes you roll your eyes as you continue to weave your basket, not even bothering to look at him. Just looking at him makes you want to drown him.

“I’ve reach at that point where my brain goes from ‘you probably shouldn’t say that’. To ‘what the hell. Let’s see what happens’” you place the half made basket to the side as you stand to your full height. You walk closer to the stream, kneeling down you pluck two yursyulang from the ground, thanking the great mother. You start making your way to the far side of the stream where the waterfall is.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Quaritch calls for you in irritation. That made you turn to look at him with a glare

“I’m going to bathe unless you want to watch me” you throw your hands up, where does this asshole have the fucking audacity to control you, praying to the great mother to give you patience for these demons.

You turn back around to continue on your way behind the waterfall. You glance back at the unit, you caught Lyle’s gaze before you disappear completely behind the waterfall.

You look at the two pinkish r reddish flowers in your palms, you were planing on washing your cloths and your body. With a sigh, you place the flowers down, you tug the shirt over your head and toss it carelessly to the side, along with the sweatpants.

You sit on the edge, letting your body slide into the water on a rock, not fully in the water, you quietly moan in relief as your shoulders relax, the water is warm and earthy-smelling, crystal clear as it laps against your skin like wet silk.

Your arm reach to grab one of the flowers and dip it into the water before rubbing it into your skin on your arms, washing away any dirt from the days in the forest, loving the feeling the flower leaving your skin clean and soft. You continue cleaning the rest of your body.

You slid further into the water, dipping your head, wetting your braids. You rub the flower between your hands, leaving a milky substance, once you’re satisfied, you start washing your hair and scalp.

Once done, you start washing the cloths, dipping the cloths into the water, you start rubbing the flower against the cloths and scrub the cloths onto a rock.

“Having fun?” You jump at the voice and snap your head to entranceway of the waterfall. Seething the female recom.

“Can I help you?” You snarl before turning back to scrubbing the cloths against the rock, not really caring that the woman is seeing you naked. The Na’vi are comfortable in their own bodies, you’re no different, besides the insecurities of your heritage.

“Just checking on you” she shrugs as she eyes your figure as she tilts her head.

“Let me guess, the demon ordered you to check on me, to make sure I didn’t make a run for it?” You sarcastically made without even looking at her.

Zee chuckles before walking a little closer, not too close. “Is it obvious?”

“Very”

Zee watches you curiously, her eyes gaze down at your body, seeing multiple scares across your body. You’re obviously a warrior, it’s clear from the cloths you were wearing and the scars imprinted around your body.

Zee and many others of team are intrigued by you, not because you were Jake Sully’s daughter but your discrepancy. You look exactly like your father with some similarities to your mother. The extra finger and the hairy eyebrows is what gave it away that you were a half breed.

When you were heavily sedated back at Bridgehead. Zee remembers Lyle talking about how you have Heterochromia iridum. Zee is no expert or scientist but she knows that isn’t normal for the Na’vi., She remembers Jake Sully, she knows Jake didn’t have that, maybe his twin brother had it? You were also curvier, thick! But strong, she heard from Mansk on how you were able to take him down so easily. It amazes her, how a runt like you was able to take down not only one but three men that were twice your size.

Zee also notice how closed off you are. She seen how Lyle tries to make conversation with you but you instantly shut him out and You like pissing Quaritch off. She’s could see the discomfort and mistrust in your eyes when you’re with the group while Spider instantly bonded with them.

“You don’t like us very much don’t you?” Zee ask. You huff a laugh amusingly before turning to look at her.

“Try getting kidnapped by Na’vi wannabes, be forced to teach them the Na’vi way. Get threaten by the asshole of a Colonel, then we’ll talk. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not doing this from the goodness of my heart, I’m doing this to make sure you demons don’t lay a finger on Spider”

“You know, if you wanted time alone, all you had to do was ask” Lyle climbs onto the thick branch that you’re sitting on. You groan seeing his presence once again. It’s like he loves annoying you

Lyle sits sideways on the branch, a few inches away from you. You’re facing him with your back against the tree.

Since the conversation with Zee, you ignored everyone, including Spider. You wanted time alone, and you can’t even have that with Lyle following you around like a lost cub.

“Ever heard of ‘wanting time away from the kids’” you huff in annoyance. It’s past Eclipse, many of the recoms are still awake, chatting away, you could hear laughter from up where you were.

“Ouch” Lyle places his hand to his heart with faux pain. “Just came to check on you. You seemed pretty pissed off back at the stream”

“How caring” you roll your eyes. Your head tilts upwards to look up at stars, letting the cool air graze your skin so lovingly. You miss Rawm, you know he misses you. You want to fly again, feel the breeze in your face, blowing at your hair.

“I want you to teach me Na’vi”

“Spider is teaching you” you look at Lyle with a deadpan look. Lyle grins seeing the annoyance clear in your eyes.

“I learn better when I have pretty face teaching me” Lyle scoots a little closer to you. Your ears tilt down as the end of your tail sways side to side next you.

“How charming” with a sigh, you sit up, crossing your legs. “Fine”

“Sevin”

“Seven”

“No! Skxáwng!” Your hand smacks the side of head, a small ‘ow’ falls from his lips as he looks at you in surprise.

“Again! Sevin? Seee-vin!” You growl, you’re growing frustrated with the Corporal in front of you. Lyle changed his sitting position to sit cross cross in front you.

“This is stupid! I’m clearly saying it right!” Your hand reach out to slap his head again for his ignorance.

“Ow! Stop slapping me!” Lyle groans as he rubs at his head. You ignore him and his childish antics

“Again!” You demand, you watch Lyle grumble as he tries to pronounce the word.

“Sevin” Lyle says perfectly, making you smile.

“Yes” you squeal at his accomplishment as you clap your hands.

“What does that mean?” Lyle question.

“Pretty”you answer with a smile. You look down at the small camp below you, hearing their laughter getting louder, hearing Spider scolding them, warning them of predators.

You feel hands caressing your hands before gently holding them, your turn to look at Lyle, looking at you with such admiration. Your breath hitch, as you gaze into his eyes.

“ngeyä nari lu sevin” (you’re eyes are pretty) your eyes widen at his perfect Na’vi. You feel your body warm up, you sheepishly look down at Lyle’s hands clutch yours.

You notice Lyle is not wearing his gloves, his hands bare as they hold yours. His hands engulfing yours, you see his hands are twice the size of yours.

Before you could register it, you start tracing the veins on the back his hands. You never met anyone with hands like yours, not counting Lo’ak, Kiri, your dad and the avatars back at High Camp. You compare the size of your hands to Lyle’s. He has beautiful hands.

“You have beautiful hands, why hide them behind those ugly gloves?” You didn’t what compelled you to ask. Lyle looks away from your hands to you.

“Don’t know, I just-“ Lyle shrugs, “I just do” he doesn’t take his eyes off you. He’s mesmerized by you, he didn’t understand why, maybe cause you’re exotic looking, you look completely different from the other Na’vi he’d seen and that includes Zee and Walker.

Eye contact is such an intense thing. Like a million thoughts rush through your mind all while looking into someone’s soul… intriguing…

Eye contact is dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely, oh so lovely.

Looking up at him, you notice how he’s only staring at you, a gentle look on his face. Why is he looking at you like that?

“Y/n?!?” Hearing Spider call for you snaps you out of your daze. You look away, feeling embarrassed, pulling your hands out of Lyle’s grasp.

“I have to go” you didn’t bother hearing if Lyle responds as you swiftly jump down branch to branch so easily.

“Fuck” Lyle curses as he aggressively wipe down his face with his hand, not being able to his eyes off of you.

(Lyle’s hands are fucking gorgeous, you have to agree with me on that, also when was anyone going to tell me that I spelled Lyle’s last name wrong, now I look stupid and have to edit his name on my other chapters. How embarrassing)

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(Who do you think would catch Y/n’s heart first? Lyle or Miles? I’ll love to hear your opinions)

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I'm Right Here

Recombinant Lyle Wainfleet x Reader

Summary: Waking up as a recom wasn't the hardest thing you'd be doing that day. I did a little extra bonus for this boy, I had an idea but she was short. She's at the end.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, shower sex, public sex, humiliation, PDA, public nudity, size kink, biting, sub/dom undertones, quiet sex, porn with plot.

Waking up blue was hard to endure, you were now multiple feet taller and you had a tail. Not to mention all your senses were dialled up to 11, you heard a soft groan next to you, and you turned your head over to see another Na’vi body waking up. You could only tell who it was thanks to the tattoo on his shoulder, Lyle Wainfleet, you felt your ears flick as he woke up. You were calm, you woke up and just wanted to lay there, looking at your hands and seeing blue freaked you out but you were told what happened and you calmed down.

You remembered; you signed up for this.

You slowly sat up and the staff disconnected you from all the wires and just in good time too, Lyle was having a freak out. You pushed him down by his chest, you put your face in front of his and tried to be calm.

“Lyle, Lyle baby. It’s me.”

He recognized your voice, he remembered it, his ears twitched, but he didn’t stop trying to get away. So, you did what you thought best, you climbed on top of him straddling his waist and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. It’s Project Phoenix. We signed up for this. Remember? I’m right here.”

You could see all the staff around you looking at the two of you curiously, it only now occurred to you how secret you kept your relationship. The only people that knew were those extremely close to you and it wasn’t really by choice, Lyle just can’t keep his hands to himself and he likes to brag. His hand came to rest on your hips and slowly trailed down your thighs before he gripped your hips to roll them over his.

“Lyle, not here,” you were embarrassed and the scientists were staring, you looked over your shoulder to see them trying not to look.

Lyle slowly sat up and kissed your cheek, “who else is up?”

“So far, just us. But Lopez and Ja are here too,” you pointed to behind you and Lyle looked over your shoulder at their bodies.

“When will they be up?”

“Soon, they got dosed right after us.”

“Who else is here?”

“That I know or heard, Quaritch, Z, Prager, Mansk, Zhang, Walker, Fike, Warren, and Brown.”

“I’m glad we both got in.”

“Back together even in death.”

The scientist came up and told Lyle she was taking his IV out and removing all the other wires. “You two can go shower then get dressed, we wake up the colonel last.”

Lyle smiled at you, you knew what he was thinking, he wanted to know what his new body could do. He stood up from the recom-sized bed and picked you up with him as you spoke his name in protest.

“The showers are down there, there are clothes in there too. Also, there are separate rooms for males and females,” a scientist informed the both of you.

“Got it,” Lyle said as he walked down the corridor.

“You’re not listening to her are you.”

“Hell, no. I just got you back. Plus, I wanna know how this body works.”

“So, I’m your test dummy.”

“You betcha. Come on, you haven’t thought about what’d be like to get fucked in this new body.”

“I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind when I saw you lying in the bed next to me.”

“Exactly baby, so no fussing,” he tapped your ass as he pushed the door open to the men’s shower room.

He set you down as he pulled off his hospital gown then yours.

“Damn baby, look how muscular we are.”

You let out a loud laugh, of course, that would be on his mind in addition to sex.

“And look at these,” he reached out to grab your tits, “smaller than before,” he pinched your nipples and you whimpered, “but just as responsive.”

His smirk was making you whimper more as your brows furrowed, he was humiliating you and you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it.

“Come here baby,” he lifted you up and walked the two of you towards a shower stall and turned it on.

The warm water cascades down onto your bodies, it feels nice to feel the warm water washing away the tank fluid off your body. You felt him press you against the shower wall, you could feel how hard he is, and it made you whimper out. You could feel how long he was against your thigh, there was no way this could fit into you.

“You’re bigger than before, so much bigger. I can’t-“

“Shhh, baby. You’ve taken me before. You said that when we were in our human bodies and I made it fit.”

“Stop being so cocky.”

“Can’t help it, baby. You’re just too tiny. Even now, still the shortest.”

“Hey, for the record they measured me at, 7’9.”

“Awe, princess, I’m 8’8.”

“Shut up.”

“Come on, you’re just as cute as ever,” his hand ghosted over your cheek before slipping a hand between your legs. “This should be easy, looks like the anatomy is the same, just bigger.”

“Maybe now you’ll find the clit.”

“Hey, I always make you cum in the end.”

“Yeah, after I help you.”

“You haven’t helped me in a long time princess.”

“Yeah, but you still-“ your words were choked back by him pushing the head of his cock into your opening.

“I love it when you shut up sometimes.”

His thrusts started fairly even and slow before speeding up to the point where you couldn’t even think, his fingers were instantly on your clit. Normally he didn’t start that fast, but this body didn’t have as much stamina as his last did. However, the ribbed parts of his cock were adding so much stimulation that it didn’t matter because him just penetrating you was enough to make you squirm. It happened quickly, you were both cumming, and your hands gripped his shoulders for dear life.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

“Neither of us lasts as long as we used to and these bodies are younger,” you said with a tired smirk.

“I knew right away my stamina has been fucked.”

“I think we both took a hit.”

“Well, we both came now let’s do what we were supposed to do.”

As you both stood in the stall and helped each other wash each other, others were waking up and entering the men’s shower room.

“Bro, you don’t even know,” Lopez shouted to Ja who was next to him.

“Look who’s up,” Ja said with a smirk.

“If it isn’t the two horniest people this side of Pandora.”

“You know you aren’t supposed to be in here.”

“That’s what I said but someone only thinks with his dick,” you said peeking over Lyle’s shoulder as his body covered yours from their view.

“You two fuck already?” Lopez said.

“What do you think,” Lyle smirked over his shoulder at Lopez and Ja.

“You two really are the horniest people this side of Pandora,” Ja said.

“How was it?” Lopez smirked.

You rolled your eyes.

“Bodies are the same. Just like getting off in human bodies.”

“You probably still fumbled,” Lopez smirked back.

“He was surprisingly apt. Other than the fact that both our stamina’s suck,” you said from behind Lyle.

“Well feel free to continue. Everyone else is up except the colonel. They are waking him up shortly.”

“Good to know, Lyle wants to be there for that. If he can keep his hands to himself. This motherfucker tried to fuck the moment he woke up. I swear the scientists almost died.”

Lopez let out a belting laugh as he started his own shower, he laughed again as he heard your soft ow after the sound of a slap bounced off the walls.

A few hours later you were there with pretty much everyone else as the colonel slowly woke up, Lyle was right next to Quaritch’s bed. As predicted, he was extremely combative, he punched a few people and threw them around. Lyle tried to handle it, pushing the scientists out and multiple people held Quaritch back as he fought. But eventually he calmed down and Lyle told him what was going on and he settled down more.

So, there you were watching your colonel get a wrap on everything by watching his human self talk about what was going on. You remember watching yours, you looked so tired, you don’t remember being that way. You talked about why you wanted this and why it would be great, you think it was more of a way to convince yourself at the time.

Then you were being informed of your mission: take down Jake Sully.

That night was interesting, there were a few rooms for the recoms, they were to share a room. It was two bunk beds on either side of the small room, four lockers and a nightstand between the two bunks. It wasn’t too bad; you weren’t really spending much time in here it was just for sleeping. You did get a state-of-the-art gym which made everyone happy so that’s all that really mattered to everyone.

As it turns out, bunks were assigned and it just so happens Lyle is right underneath you with Zdog and Mansk in the other bunk. You were more surprised they didn’t do two rooms, one for the girls and the other for the boys and just make theirs bigger but apparently not. It worked out better for you anyway, you would always have Lyle with you and no one would be the wiser. Except for everyone on your squad, you and Lyle didn’t hide shit anymore and he was so cocky about it.

You were both so open, like during the briefing Lyle just had you sit in his lap. When you slept it would be in his bed, when you went out for your mission, you’d sit next to him on the plane and he’d stick close to you well out in the forest. Not to mention anytime you were training, you loved to spar together only for him to say stuff like ‘looks like I win again.” Or ‘I got you under me again’ or better yet when he learned his sense of smell and he could smell how much he was turning you on ‘do you like when I have you pinned this way?’

That first night was one for the books, it was probably the hottest thing the two of you have ever done. You were both very okay with semi-public sex but this was a whole new level. You were supposed to be sleeping but Lyle was currently taking you to pound town as he roughly thrusted into you. You can feel your legs shake and you try to stay quiet but he’s going so fast and so deep, you feel the tears slide down your temples. You try desperately to keep your moans in check, trying so hard to swallow them but it’s not working. Lyle places his hand on your mouth and pushes his head into your neck as he bites lightly, careful not to pierce you with his new fangs.

“Wouldn’t want to wake anyone up. Z and Mansk are right there,” Lyle whispered into your ear as it flicked in response to his breathy moans.

He keeps his pace rough and fast; it wasn’t long before he had you cumming and shortly after himself. Your lips attached to quiet both of you down. As you lay there tired and spent with Lyle still inside of you, you feel yourself succumbing to the sleep pulling at your eyes.

“You guys are gross,” Zdog says as she rolls over to face the wall.

Lyle smirked at her then back at you and slowly pulled out causing you to whimper, he laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest. You both fall asleep and, in the morning, you get up and get dressed as though nothing happened and clearly Zdog is not impressed.

“If I had known you wanted to join, I would’ve let you,” Lyle said with a smirk as he walked off from you and Zdog leaving both of you slightly blushing while she held a smirk.

“A sub with two doms, she couldn’t handle it,” she spoke up and Lyle laughed as he was already halfway down the hall.

All you thought about was being fucked dumb between two doms.

A bit of a bonus: This randomly occurred to me and it needed to be written but she is so dumb.

You knew you had stuff to do before you went out on the mission, Lyle knew that but regardless he still wanted a piece of you. So, you devised a plan, he laid on his back with you on top of him and his dick currently balls deep in you. You braided your hair well you kept him warm, but he wasn’t having it so to prove some semblance of dominance you rocked your hips while you continued to braid your long hair.

But that still wasn’t enough for him so he was going to take charge and he did, he thrusted up into you. You moaned and hissed at the same time, his smirk and slight giggle made you whimper.

He’s humiliating you again and you’re eating that shit up.

But that doesn’t matter because he does it again and this time it has you stopping what you were doing to curl in on yourself and grip the sheets by his head. He snickered at your reaction, he liked witnessing you trying so hard to have control and something as simple as him taking what he wants has you crumbling.

So, he continues.

He waits a moment before doing it again and this time you can’t help but lay your body against his as you feel everything, he’s giving you. he stops for a moment, enough of a moment for you to tie off your braid and have him flip you over to rut into you.

[vinciwolf]

Loyalty Pt 5 (1/2)

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: LIGHT SMUT, alcohol, drunk reader/Prager, suggestive themes, tension, angst, some violence, fluff

Notes: Na’vi is spoken in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics.

Tags: @deliwrites @ikranwings @lovekeeho​ @luciddasher @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @avatar-lover @justasimps-blog @mechformers @perseny @dakotali @ragingloser

 “These shot glasses are too fucking small!” Prager shouted over the obnoxious thumping of music filling the room where the Recoms celebrated getting their Banshees.

Lyle took up a whole table as he danced in hand with the biggest bottle of whiskey he could find as Z-dog and Walker arm wrestled, throwing back shots for each loss they got as the rest cheered and hollered around them. The only reason why the Colonel was present was to make sure nobody gave Spider alcohol, but something else weighed heavy on his mind.

Making tsaheylu with his Ikran had him feeling…differently…about the world around him. It was strange how none of the others seemed to be bothered. They took it in stride. Just another perk of being half Na’vi – able to control something like a Banshee. But Miles didn’t think of it as control. More like, how did you put it, a bond? Even though Cupcake resisted being forced to let the Colonel into her mind, like she could feel the evil within him, she only stopped when she felt something split. Miles was shifted by her. He felt a piece of himself, or his old self, chip off.

~

You were sheltered behind a dividing wall that jutted out in the corner, hiding away from the Colonel and the rest of the rowdiness, nursing a tiny cup of God knows what to get drunk. You needed this. At this point, your whole mood was sour from what happened to you in the cave with Miles. Those memories of his hand at your breast got you bursting with jitters, craving something to get your mind off of it – something to forget about the whole fucking thing. That was when you spotted a tipsy Prager laughing with Ja. Perhaps it was the liquid courage guiding your senses when you peeled yourself off the wall. He looked perfect in your haze, making you giddy as you finally found a reasonable distraction.

The hallway in the Recombinant barracks was graciously isolated as you were pushed into the frigid metal. Your breath got caught when the hot mouth at your neck drew a wet line down your jugular, causing you to rub a knee up the Marine’s side.

It was funny how you caught yourself up with the same guy you held at knife point months ago, allowing his tongue to poke and salivate into the cavern of your mouth, not with much of a rhythm, but at least it made your legs feel weak and head light. You were chasing the high of being fucked good, long, and hard, maybe even adorning some bruising in the process, but when flashes of Miles entering your vision wouldn’t leave you alone, everything about this moment crumbled. The heat, the sweat, the idea of sex with this Recom seemed so gross.

Prager's moist hand went up your shirt and squeezed your breast a little too roughly causing you to wince. After struggling to find a steady grip on your body, he rutted uneventfully at your hip trying to get his own traction. It was a slack and poor attempt at lovemaking, the poor fellow. Then the kisses stopped feeling good and soon had you bored and somewhat disappointed. You really wanted something to destress yourself and bide some pleasure in this hellscape, but of course, pushing off the breathy drunk, you left for your room crabby and unsatisfied.

When you got into your room, you fell down on top your bed with an unhappy groan, feeling a headache forming. With a deep sigh, you wrapped yourself up like a burrito and fell asleep.

~

Dreams were funny. They could be an escape. Or they could hold you hostage.

You were with Jake and Neytiri hunting a Hexapede. Prowling behind the trees, you carefully placed your feet as to not make a sound, until a wave a nausea hit you out of nowhere, causing you let out a plea for help. That had Jake running to your aid.

"Is it happening again?" his voice was etched with concern.

The soul transfer hadn’t happened yet. You knew your human body in the avatar link was suffering as you could feel the strain, the pull of your mind back to your other self. Your consciousness was getting weaker by the moment causing you to collapse into the mud, limbs bouncing from the force. It wasn't fair. It wasn't your fault that you had a shitty body that mutated its cells to kill you slowly.

"I don't wanna die!" you whimpered as tears blurring your vision.

Jake took your hand and squeezed it, comforting you that you'd be ok. But you knew he was lying. Everybody was lying. Mo'at, in this dream, told you she wouldn't do the soul transfer and that you'd be better off dying. Max and Norm didn't seem to care. Neytiri was gone. Jake disappeared. Now you were on the forest floor with the collar on your neck, but something was different. You examined your limbs and noticed you were attached to the ground with orange cuffs, the same ones used by the Recoms to hold you hostage. Hands shook violently in the moment you started yelling for help to find that nobody was coming.

Spider wouldn’t survive without you! He was just a baby!

Help! PLEASE HELP!

The moss and dirt crawled over your limbs as you were forcefully sucked under the mud before your eyes finally opened, body flailing hard when you fell out of bed and crashed loudly onto the floor, eyes streaming with a flood of tears. Your blankets wrapped around your bottom half uncomfortably causing a swell of anger to piss you off. Taking your rage out on the inanimate object, you yanked the material off your limbs, tail swatting while you stood up and chunked your sheets onto your bed.

~

The fluorescent lights winked above Miles as he walked the long halls to his lodging. He abandoned the party long ago, not seeing you anywhere and feeling a tinge of regret run through him. Maybe he went too far in the cave simply for his own enjoyment and curiosity. Coming upon your room, he paused his stride. His knuckles fell from where they would’ve rapped on the door before he raised them again, mouth agape, then relaxing both when he decided it was best to just head to bed.

As he was about to turn and walk off, he heard a muffled thump, making his hand quickly click the switch to your door to find you seething with your tail pointed straight up at the mangled pile of blankets atop your bed.

Your head immediately spun, ears tipped back annoyed, to where he stood. He was scanned by your burning stare making him face his palms toward you. That seemed to calm the tension in your body, then you were plopping yourself down on the floor, leaning against your bed.

“Rough night?” he put forward while taking a step into your room.

Well, it wasn’t really a room, but a small space with the basics: a bed. Ardmore eventually gifted you this privacy after the none-stop ear-full from the Colonel on how giving you a space would make you more compliant. It wasn’t a total lie, but enough to get her to budge and allow you a space for yourself instead of that dingy cell.

“Nightmare,” you stated indifferent.

Shit.

Then you followed up simply with, “I’m ok now. You can go.”

But he knew that you understood he wasn’t going anywhere when he bridged the distance and found a spot on the floor near you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Miles could tell that you were giving it some thought right before you sighed and crumbled.

"I... don't know if the human Miles knew this, but I was sick. I had cancer all over my body. Fucking figures—" you huffed at the irony "—a bright scientist given a choice: stay on Earth to get surgery to fix my ass AFTER the day Grace would leave, or go to Pandora knowing full well that my ticket was a one way. I'd die in cryo on my way home....”

“…when Grace was shot on our way out of Hell's Gate, the Omaticaya tried to help her. They were trying to transfer her soul to her avatar—" tears dotted themselves along the rim of your eyes as your voice cracked "—she didn't make it of course."

Miles listened intently, remembering how human Quaritch shot at Trudy’s gunship, apparently hitting Grace.

"When I saw her death, I saw mine. I was afraid. I hid my sickness for as long as I could before... before Jake found out that I was getting worse, so now... my body is rotting in the ground while I'm in here—" your finger curled in and pointed at your chest "—I couldn't sleep after that, knowing that my own self was dead and it made me unable to breath."

Miles was silent for a while as he gathered his thoughts. The memories of the cave played in his mind. Now he understood your hesitation to confess despite his vulgar interrogation tactics. This was a burden that haunted you, much like how his predecessor’s memories haunted him.

"You don't have to say anything," you murmured.

His heart fell. Verbally he was stunted, but physically…physically he could do something.

Finding your hand, he swept a thumb over your fingers causing you to flinch from the sudden touch in a second of distress, blinking slowly until the onslaught of relief wiggled into your bottom lip, a few of those dotted tears running down your cheeks.

"Could you… stay with me?"

Fixing your bed, Miles slid himself behind you under your blankets with an arm coming to drape over the bend of your waist. Seeing his hand so close to yours, breath at your neck, a content blush crawled over your cheeks. That night, after years of sleeplessness, you finally fell into a slumber that didn’t hurt you.

~

After that night, communication got easier. Even being around the Colonel felt more natural.

Your eyes even caught glimpses of him studying your form or glancing at your features whenever he thought you didn’t notice. Deep inside, he admitted to himself that he grew attached to you and the kid, just as much as you towards him. Your company was different and he thought it cute the way your tail would betray your outward attitude by swatting contently whenever he entered the room.

You also had noticed your collar irked the Recom to a small degree. His eyes would dart away from it if they travelled to it during conversation. Or he would stare at it intensely from across the briefing room.

Being closer to Miles wasn’t all too bad either because it allowed your fondness to reach forth at him like a clutch of tendrils trying to cling to him before they withered when he departed for other tasks, leaving your chest to bloom forth with distress as you yearned for the space beside you to be filled.

Studying Na’vi during downtime was also another way your heart was sated. After a while however, one by one the Recoms stopped showing up, taking little interest in the difficult language, settling for the basics or words for commands, but Miles was the only consistent one to show up. Soon, it was just him, disciplined and a good student. He wasn’t entirely fluent yet, but he was able to put together broken sentences faster than you had predicted.

“*Menari,” he said rigidly. (Na’vi for eyes)

“Me-na-rrri,” you rolled your tongue.

“That’s what I just said, ain’t it?”

Holding back a giggle, you corrected, “You’re saying menali instead of menari.”

“Nah-nah-ri—like comin’ out your nose or somethin’,” he joked.

You tipped your chin and smiled, a modest laugh erupting from your chest. After a while and like a toddler, Miles got bored and distracted easily, reminding you that this was the time to end the session for the day, but then he did something that had your eyes rounding. He pulled forward his braid and allowed for the pink tendrils to wiggle freely. Then a silly grin stretched across his face.

“Soooo…what would happen if we?”

“NOPE!” you yelled, standing up and leaving, a giant blush covering your nose and cheeks.

 ~a few days later~

 Ardmore and the Colonel were discussing the next steps in their plan to find Jake as you held a firm stance in the shadows of the background. This made your blood flutter, arms crossed, behind the glowing map sprawled across the room. You knew things would eventually come to a head, but your mind always pushed away those bad thoughts.

All you wanted the most…was more time.

“There was a rogue ship that flew over the ocean—” Miles strut through the hologram of Pandora’s landscape “—we pinged its location until we lost it here, but given its direction—” his hand waved across the map “—this group of islands is where we think he’s hiding.”

“You think that a hunch is enough to convince me to send you to a group of islands where Sully could be anywhere, Colonel?” Ardmore beckoned at the countless islands spanning the oceanic map.

“If you give me ships and aircraft, I’ll bring you back his scalp.”

Your head perked up, ears curving forward attentively when you heard Miles’ choice of words. It had been a while since you saw that side of him, making it hard to not be nauseated when it was decided to go ahead with his plan to find your friend.

That was the day you left Bridgehead. The day you left home.

The rush of air vibrated over your ears as land merged into a vast oceanscape, a horizon endless and blue. You turned and beheld the forest one last time, its white cliffs falling off to the rocky waves below, dwindling slowly. The mountainous greenery screamed at you to turn back and stay.

Miles from afar caught your dejected state. This move was necessary for him to find his target, but when he saw the rise and fall of your chest, it made him feel a way that had him sink low. Then he glanced down to see Spider watching you too, sharing the same grief, eyes welling up, only for him to blink fast to stay focused.

Teeth locking firm, the Colonel’s eyes searched the pale distance for something to distract himself.

~

The thunderous crashing of waves filled your senses when your feet landed on the soft sand of the beachside, everyone hopping off their Ikrans to make a base while waiting for the arrival of Captain Scoresby and his ship. You stayed behind and away from the group, shielding yourself with Sylway while you tried to fill your nose with the calming sent of the salted breezed.

A moment later, while you weren’t looking, a few droplets of something wet sprinkled your face, making you flinch and close an eye from the sudden assault of seawater. Locating the source of this attack, you find Spider dashing away with a light giggle.

He got you, now you had to have revenge.

As the Recoms were focused on making camp, you and Spider treaded fast through the moist, thick sand – kicking up some particle behind you while dodging each other’s whips of water as you played in the waves.

Lyle caught your bodies running around and got annoyed. Eyebrows furrowed, some of the others took note of the chaos on the beach and stilled their movements.

“Hey! This isn’t a vacation!’

The Corporal approached fast with heavy steps through the deep sand.

“Sorry we—” you tried to apologize.

“Help us with the camp, dog, or you’re sleeping without a blanket tonight,” he announced.

You weren’t going to protest as you watched the backside of the Recom walking off, only for your eyes to round big when a wet slosh of damp sand was sent flying and hit his neck. He turned around slowly, rage filling his face as he glared at you.

In your defense, you weren’t lying when you pointed a finger at the kid and said, “He did it!”

Having enough, Lyles stormed forward, making you hop into a run as Spider took off beside you.

Miles pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of his squad abandoned their tasks to follow quickly the screaming prisoner and the kid, while their friend cussed them out from behind. Not wanting Spider to get too seriously hurt by the nine-foot Marine of fury, he trailed with the group, noting how your figure dodged into the woods to safety.

The kid ducked when Lyle reached out, causing him to trip and slide into the wet sand as a wave crashed into his body. The squad burst with roars cheering on the wild child returning to the group triumphantly.

The Colonel’s mouth tugged up, feeling a swell of pride unfold inside his chest while witnessing the giant smile spread across the boy’s face, the Recoms patting him and giving their praises like he was one of their own. Then he turned his attention to the woods. Thinking about finding you through hunting your scent and tracks made his cock twitch.

Leaves and sand crunched under the weight of Miles’ careful footsteps. He observed the world around him and kept track of your prints left behind in a hurry. Then he stopped when the evidence of your run abruptly vanished. All traces of you were gone except for the lingering smell of the sweet soap you used on yourself this morning. Suddenly, a palm cupped his mouth, causing the Marine to go feral. He grabbed the hand’s wrist and twisted the owner in front of him, slamming them against the trunk of a large tree in a fearsome hold.

“If I had my stuff, you’d be beneath a blade,” you said coyishly, a hint of your fangs peeking through your shallow grin.

Tail upright and lashing about, Miles breathed hard, carved pecs rising and falling heavily below his tactical vest, but once he realized he held you of all people, he relaxed and allowed your hands to fall to your side. You propped yourself against the tree he pushed you into, grunting at the rise of sudden pain from the harsh blow, mumbling how you ‘deserved that’ while in your state of brief distress. Then you saw how Miles took you in.

It was hard for him to tear his eyes away as he observed your current state, especially being that he was already hard. Your shoulders, chest, and neck were moist and glistening under the light, leaving a soaked trail of dampness to line the middle of your t-shirt between the two pebbles that marked your breasts under the fabric.

Not much was said verbally but body language was enough. You saw the tent below his beltline and you knew he could see your tits poking through the thin veil of your shirt. Leaning your head back onto the tall bark, the lines of your neck exposed themselves just begging to be covered with the Marine’s hot tongue despite the collar ever present. But to your surprise, he didn’t lunge, he didn’t bite your neck, he simply lifted an arm and held your chin with the knuckle of his index finger, the bed of his thumb brushing the roundness of your chin gently. His eyes were deliberate and studied your face. It was like you two were transported back to that first meeting in the forest clearing near the Old Shack.

Your eyelids shut as you absorbed the Colonel’s touch. In some way, you were thankful he didn’t lunge. This was kinder.

Miles shifted his focus from your eye, to your nose, to your plush lips, the line of your mouth separated only by a hair’s width. They looked soft and tempting. He wanted to taste you.

Oh, he wanted to taste you everywhere.

But this was dangerous territory. He knew better.

The heartbeat in your chest picked up when you felt his large hands cup your face and heard the shift in bodyweight on the leaves below. He was closer. The breath that blew into your face had your cheeks feeling hot. But nothing would come. Nothing would sate the desire that hung between these two bodies in the quiet forest as the hands on your face promptly pulled away with footsteps shuffling quickly.

Heart twisting, you opened your eyes to an empty space.

~

The midnight sky was speckled with white dots of light, like someone had poked holes through the floor of heaven. Relaxed in his cot by the crackling fire encircled by his squad who slept nearby, Miles eyes wandered the constellations. There was a strange calm that settled inside him. He for once didn’t feel like the mighty Colonel Miles Quaritch he had met in the recording what felt like forever ago.

Detaching his eyes from the darkness, he peered over to stare at Spider. He would like to say ‘son,’ but that… wouldn’t sound right. Was he his son? They weren’t even the same, but he couldn’t admit to himself fully yet that he wanted to be someone more to the kid.

How the boy slept comfortably with the exomask boggled the Colonel, but through the clear screen reflecting the dancing flames, he saw a child - still innocent but sad. A responsibility that the human Quaritch abandoned, not even thinking about how if he lost the war on the Tree of Souls, the infants born at Hell's Gate couldn't be sent back to Earth.

Then his gaze landed on your empty bedroll. You were always sneaking off. Perhaps it allowed you a breather. Thinking it best to find you, he got up. Soon enough, as the campfire became a miniscule speck in the darkness on the beach, waves crashing softly at his side, his feet treading in the sand brought him to where you extended your arms with a pair of binoculars at your sights.

You understood the footsteps approaching belonged to Miles. The time spent together had you memorize the pattern he made, same with the rest of the squad, Z-dog being the easiest to pick out. That woman walked like a model, holy shit.

Fangs poking out as you smiled, you addressed the Recom, "It's a little blurry with these, but you can see Earth. So tiny and insignificant. Just a blue shimmer."

Miles never paid much attention to the sky, but somehow, every day he spent looking down at the human's giving him orders, and even when talking with his own, made him wonder how much people cared to look up.

"Why're you out here?"

Putting down the binoculars, your face held a passive grin. He noticed that you weren't distant, simply content, before that fell away.

"I... couldn't sleep," you muttered. "I think the only time I slept through the night was when—" you held your words, a part of you wanting to glance at him, but instead kept your eyes on the waves, Miles barely peeking into the corner of your vision "—you stayed."

The Marine ducked his chin away, adjusting his stance to align with the ocean, trying to come up with something snarky like he could with people who got on his nerves. But these nerves weren't the pissed off kind, no, they grabbed him quietly under his skin as his digits fingered the butt of his pistol. He hadn’t realized he was keeping his breath down before he slowly emptied himself, taking new air into his mouth.

"Thank you for that."

His ears straightened.

There it was.

There was the you he hated.

Giving a thank you when you should be lashing out, biting, ripping at anything thrown to you with fangs snapping at his hand.

But you never did.

You felt gratitude instead, and with that, caused his heart to ache.

He wanted you to hate him. He wanted so badly for you to shout at him that he was a monster. How could you treat him like this? With dignity... with kindness... after humiliating you.

It was difficult for him not to respect that about you. It also made it impossible for him to get you out of his head. But he already had his squad, a second chance at life, and the RDA. He was a Marine. He had everything, didn’t he? But why whenever you or Spider would slip away, he'd feel alone.

With eyes looking to the tiny light that gave his squad warmth in the distance, he wondered what he really had. Then he found himself observing your form again and the way your hair poured freely over your shoulders. Not wanting to be a coward any longer, he stepped closer to you.

Miles took note how your face lined with confusion as your body pivoted slightly at the shrinking proximity he created, to then fade away when you watched his eyes and saw that he was seeing you for the first time. The moonlight gave off a soft illumination to your face that had him wondering if the glowing freckles that patterned your face had always been this unique. Then his hand reached up with measured caution, almost asking you if this was ok.

Your lashes fluttered a tad, breath loose over your lips, as you refused to break the connection held with your gaze, a little frightened, but ready. Knuckles brushed the roundness of your features, cupping your cheek and caressing a thumb over your soft skin. Slowly, the Recom closed the gap and pressed his lips against your hairline for a moment, taking in your smell and the way you paused under him.

This gracious moment the Great Mother spared captured your soul and had your entire body set ablaze. Your mouth couldn’t form the words or thoughts of what to say, only realizing that you were at peace and wanted to remain right here for an eternity. Before long, Miles separated himself from your temple, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he rested the bridge of his nose along yours, eyes closed as he held you, not with hands, but with a wordless love that connected your brows.

With a soft smile pulling at your lips, you were finally at ease…

You were happy.

[defodisturbed]

Mastermind - Recoms x Singer!Recom!reader

(A/N: heyy... hey.. im back :3. im sorry for leaving for SO LONG im dealing with a lot of personal stuff right now but im really trying to write more. i want to get faster at typing and i also needa feed my children. also most of this fic will be exposition and the events leading up to the climax like im not even joking its so long. hope yall enjoy this one. mwah) (and yes I based the songs on Taylor Swift and if you're gonna be in the replies being hateful, gtfo my page (kindly))

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine.

I had always hid my true past from my teammates. Practically everyone. I only really had a journal, and even that was locked away under my rug under my bed. Nobody knew it was there, and nobody could access it without waking me up or making some kind of noise. It was a sacred book to me. I could talk to... something with it. I could express my feelings of wanting to go back to the way things were, but never wanting to leave Pandora. Never wanting to leave my friends. And never wanting to leave my lovers.

I'm a recombinant for the RDA. When I died in my human body, they had my DNA and were already growing my new body to be revived. I have my memories of my past life, and it was awesome. Until... my mom found out she was drafted for the mission on Pandora. I, being the best kid ever, took her place. My fans were scared for me, and tried to convince me not to. They'd heard it all, how dangerous Pandora was. Especially for a singer with no military experience or knowledge. But I accepted my fate. For my mother. For my family. I had siblings back home, and with me going on tour all the time, I wouldn't be able to take care of them if my mother was gone. So I accepted the fact that I was most likely, if not definitely, going to die on this mission.

And I did. My family recieved the news, but also learned about Project Phoenix. They were relieved to know that their kid was going to be revived, just maybe not the same.

-----

"Hey, ma. How're you?" Prager asked as I sat down at the table. It was lunch at the cafeteria. They pretty much just fed us protein-filled slop most of the time. Rarely, they would throw a cookie in there if it was a holiday on Earth.

"Oh, it's going alright, baby. Thanks. Hey, can I ask you a question?" I replied. Prager nodded and leaned in. "Do you think you could ask the Colonel if we could go out in the forest today and just... explore? He doesn't know this, but I actually have some science friends and they showed me some fruits and animals that we can harvest and safely eat. I tried some and Pandora food is good. Like, really good. I wanna surprise the team, and you know Colonel can't say no to you."

Prager agreed and once the Colonel sat at our table, he immediately started.

"Colonel, I was wondering if we could go out into the forest today and just have some fun. Explore, fuck around in some river or something?" Quaritch looked at Prager and gave that ONE sigh. (A/N: its giving "go get my purse") "Fine. But we ain't bringing a baby viperwolf home because Ja wants one." He glared at Ja. He was always the one to see a stray dog and say "please please pleaaaaase mom can we adopt it??" as a kid.

I silently thanked Prager for doing my bidding as always.

-----

We were out in the forest, going over the rules we've memorized by heart now. Once the Colonel finished up, I immediately took off. I was so excited to get some nice food that I didn't realize the cliff drop below me. I was suddenly falling, the wind rushing past my body and feeling almost painful as it hit my face and went away so fast, over and over again.

I dived head first into a lake. The drop wasn't that bad, I realized. Alicia was first on the scene, peeking over the dropoff with a worried look on her face as she hoped to God I wasn't dead. I waved my hand up at her and called out.

"Get down here, this is so fun!! Don't be afraid to get a running start either!" my voice echoed. "Are you okay??" she shouted back. "I'm amazing!!"

Alicia ran over to the others and told them to watch her. She embraced her inner child as she ran as fast as she could and leaped off the cliff. She felt the wind rush past her face as I had, and splashed in the water with me. The rest of my team ran over and looked. We were... fine? Lopez was next. He gladly jumped and plooshed in with us. Then Prager, Zhang, Walker, Warren, Mansk, Lyle, Fike, and finally... Quaritch. He took a chance and jumped.

We were playing and splashing each other with water as we finally relaxed for once. Of course, we had fear of predators. But we didn't care as much anymore. We were playing like kids and it felt so good.

-

After we dried off and got back to the forest, I took off again. This time, more careful. I found an abandoned basket in pretty good condition and took it with me to collect fruits and veggies. I collected some yovo fruit, some other stuff I didn't know the name of but still knew was safe, and finally it was time to get some meat. I was looking to make some nice Pandora burritos for everyone. I found a nice bow and some arrows, perhaps forgotten by a young hunter excited to show their family their haul.

While I was gathering food, one of my favorite songs got stuck in my head while I was thinking about my life back on Earth. I started humming... then singing the lyrics... then full belting the long notes. I didn't realize Lyle was near, close enough to hear but far enough to stay hidden. He'd never heard my songs because he was in the military before I even debuted. I'm sure he was confused who I was singing.

I got some hexapede meat, some meat from hard fruits, and I also took down a lone viperwolf. I put the stuff in the basket to bring home.

-

"What the Hell is all of this? What've you been doing this entire time? Why do you have a bow? Did you encounter a native?" Colonel asked. I said I found it and saw no booby traps so I took it. I explained that my friends at the lab wanted some samples so I got some for them. Obviously it was a lie, but I couldn't spoil the surprise.

He allowed me to take my findings and harvest home. I thanked him and was so excited to make him and our team a good meal for once.

-----

I got out my cutting board and my cooking knife and started chopping. I cooked some of that chicken-y stuff and some of that fruit. I thanked Mansk in my head for teaching me these things.

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I radio'd everyone to come to my room. I said I had a surprise for them. "I swear to God, if we get there and you're on the bed naked again I will... actually not be mad." Lyle said back.

"This isn't that kind of surprise, Lyle. Just get over here!"

Once they all were in the room, I retrieved a tray with foil over it. The smell wafted into the room as I uncovered the gift. They were all so surprised and hypnotized by the burritos.

"For you guys! You deserve it. Take one, I insist!" I squealed. They all grabbed one and a paper towel and with the first bite, they relaxed their tense muscles and rolled their eyes back. They hadn't had a good meal like this in a good, long while.

"Hey, Y/N, what song were you singing in the forest? You were really loud... must've been one of your favorites or something. Is it on Spotify?" Lyle asked as he finished his first bite. My eyes widened. "You... heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard a little bit too. It was something about a new romantic or something like that." Zdinarsk added. "Yeah you were singing about something related to rings or something too." Mansk said. "I don't know, I could be wrong, but last time I checked, you weren't married." Lopez said.

"Um... can we forget all of that happened? Sorry, I was just getting carried away and I sang some of my own songs and-" I was soon cut off by the Colonel saying, "Wait- your songs?"

I soon shoved them out of my room, begging them to let it go and to not talk about it again. I closed the door behind me as I slid down the metal wall to the floor. I took some big, deep breaths and checked under my bed to check if my journal and hard drives were still there, even though I'd been with them the entire time. Phew! They're still there. I thought.

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The next day, at dinner in the cafeteria, I brought my bag with me and sat down with everybody acting like nothing was wrong. Conversation sparked when someone asked, "So what's everyone planning on doing tomorrow? Ardmore gave us the day off." I said I was planning on bingeing my favorite show wrapped in my blankets with my favorite foods. They all agreed and said they would be training, sleeping, exploring, hooking up, or something fun/relaxing.

I suddenly got a call from my friend on the phone. I knew it was something important, because my phone was blowing up with texts while she was waiting for me to answer. I hurriedly ran off to my room for privacy, forgetting my bag full of personal stuff. Including my hard drives. Zdog decided it couldn't hurt to see what I carry around all day, so she started digging. She found my sunglasses, hairbrush/comb, an unopened soda can, some loose candy, and... hard drives?

"Hey does anyone know why Y/N has hard drives in her bag?" Z asked. Nobody knew, so she decided to take them and pass them out for them to watch later. It for sure wasn't porn, Ardmore would've never let it through. It's gotta be some home videos or something.

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Zdog and the others piled onto the bed in her room and uploaded the drives onto her computer. They were numbered. They watched the first one and it was a black screen with the sound of a crowd cheering. It was around an hour long. They watched as a... stage appeared. A big one. It was a stadium full of people. A concert? Then appeared the person performing. It was... you. Some already made the connections, while others took a little bit. You were performing for around 70,000 people along with cameras so everyone could watch it live. they watched all of the hard drives all throughout the night, only falling asleep when they went through all of them.

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You were in your room, hanging up the call. turns out it was just some cute guy flirted with her at a restaurant. Only then did you realize that you left your bag in the cafeteria. You immediately went back for it, checking everything was there because people just love to snoop. You realized all of your hard drives were missing. You soon were banging on the Colonel's door, asking if he'd seen anybody take them or had anything in their hands. He wasn't there. You knocked on everyone's door and nobody answered. You went back to your room, wailing into your pillow. Those drives were the last thing you had of Earth. Of your entire life before the military. Soon enough, you cried yourself to sleep. In the morning, you slept in. It was your day off, after all. You heard a knock on the door. You recognized it as Z. You opened the door and there she was. She came in without an invite and immediately sat on your bed.

"Y/N. I am... just so sorry. When you left your bag in the cafeteria, I looked through it when I should've respected your privacy. I found hard drives and took all of them to my room and the rest of the team and I watched all of them. In order. All the way through. I am so sorry for disrespecting your right to privacy and watching the videos that were obviously private." She closes her eyes softly, looking down toward the floor with her hands twiddling in her lap. Too embarrassed and disappointed with herself to even look at me.

"Z, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so secretive. Especially with the ones who love me most. The truth is, I was a very rich and famous singer on Earth. You probably know that by now. So does everyone else. But I'm trying to work through it and not be embarrassed to share my past."

"It's not your fault. I love you. We love you. You never have to hide anything from us, but if you don't want it to be shared, that's okay too. So... can we listen to some of your songs?" Z laughed. I said yes an radio'd everyone to come to my room. I had a surprise.

MWAH I love yall!!!! hope you guys enjoyed i've had this au stuck in my head since like last year :) 💋💋

@dyingofcookies ITS HERE BESTIE

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Hello! I know you normally center the reader in your stories but I’m curious about Fike. I liked in the sleeping headcannons you said he was a real anxious boy and sometimes needed to sleep with Quaritch instead of Brown because of it. Anyway could you write something about Fike having an extra anxious time?

Your only limit is your mind

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Thank you for your ask anon! I enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it!

I tried to write it from Fike's pov, I don't know if it's good. I also tried to make it really poetic and emotional, again I don't know if it's good lol.

And lastly, I know that the way I wrote Fike's anxiety isn't this way for everyone. I wrote it from my own experience, since I recently got diagnosed with anxiety disorder.

Amidst the bioluminescent wonders of Pandora, a love story unfolded that transcended the boundaries of human and Na'vi. It was a polyamorous relationship, a complex web of emotions woven together by recombinants who had faced their fair share of hardships. Fike, the heart of this intricate connection, grappled with anxiety that often threatened to consume him.

Miles Quaritch, the gruff and battle-hardened former Marine, had formed an unlikely bond with Fike. Their love was as unconventional as it was profound, defying the boundaries of their pasts. Lyle Wainfleet, the loyal second of Miles, had also found his place in Fike's heart, their shared love forgiving past transgressions.

Prager and Brown, the technical wizards of the group, provided a sense of stability and comfort that Fike had never known. Ja, who was the caring medic, had become an integral part of this polyamorous family.

Mansk, Brown, Lopez, and Z-dog each brought their unique stories and struggles to the group, finding acceptance and love within this unconventional family. Their bonds were as vibrant and ever-changing as the alien world around them.

One night, beneath the sprawling canopy of Pandora's lush forests, anxiety gripped Fike's heart once more. His trembling hands and shallow breaths betrayed his inner turmoil as fear welled up within him.

The group had gathered around a campfire, a testament to the warmth and love they shared. They understood their collective responsibility to comfort and support Fike during his darkest moments.

And then there was you, a newcomer to their group who had quickly become integral to their lives, who recognized Fike's struggle. A gentle touch on his shoulder conveyed silent support. In your eyes, Fike saw understanding and love, and it eased the vice-like grip of his anxiety.

Miles, always the protector, wrapped his arm around Fike's shoulders. "You're not alone, buddy," he said in a soft, gravelly voice, exuding warmth. "We've got your back."

Lyle, sitting on Fike's other side, nodded with tenderness. "Yeah, Fike," he added, his voice soft. "We're a team, and that means we share our highs and lows."

Prager and Brown, busy with their equipment nearby, put their tools down and joined the circle. Mansk gave Fike an encouraging smile. "We've seen you conquer your fears time and time again," he said. "You're stronger than you think."

Brown chimed in, "And don't forget, we're in this together."

Walker, Mansk, Ja, Lopez, Z-dog—each took their turn offering words of comfort and reassurance. They shared stories of their own struggles and how they had found strength in their love for each other.

Fike's anxiety slowly ebbed away, replaced by a sense of belonging and love that enveloped him like a protective cocoon. He took a deep breath, his racing heart gradually calming. With the support of his loving lovers and their unwavering presence, he felt safe and cherished.

You leaned in and whispered softly in Fike's ear, "You are loved, Fike. Never doubt that." Your words sent shivers of comfort down Fike's spine, and he turned to kiss you tenderly, grateful for your understanding.

As the night wore on, the group continued to share stories and laughter around the campfire. Their bond grew stronger by the minute. Fike knew that his anxiety might return, but he also knew that he had a loving and accepting family to turn to whenever he needed them.

Eventually, the campfire's warm glow began to wane, and the group decided to turn in for the night. They made a cozy nest of blankets and sleeping bags beneath the towering bioluminescent flora of Pandora. Fike, exhausted from his emotional ordeal, nestled himself between you Miles.

Mansk and Z-dog, always attuned to the needs of the group, adjusted the blankets to ensure everyone was comfortable. Walker, Prager, Ja, Lopez, and Brown settled around the sleeping area, creating a protective circle of love.

You, the anchor who had calmed Fike's anxiety, laid down beside him. You draped your arm over Fike's waist, pulling him close. Fike rested his head on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. The soothing sound washed over him like a lullaby.

Fike's anxiety, which had roared like a tempest within him, had now been reduced to a mere whisper. The warmth of his lovers surrounded him, a comforting barrier against the world's uncertainties. Your fingers stroked his hair gently, Your touch a balm for his restless soul.

In the tranquil embrace of their love, Fike's exhaustion finally overcame him. His eyelids grew heavy, and he succumbed to the siren call of sleep. One by one, the members of their family joined him in their shared nest, each finding their place of comfort and solace.

Miles, Lyle, Mansk, Z-dog, Walker, Prager, Ja, Lopez, Brown, and yourself—their hearts entwined like the roots of the ancient trees that surrounded them. In that moment, they were not just recombinants or Na'vi; they were a family, bound by love, trust, and an unbreakable bond.

As the night deepened, Fike's dreams grew restless. He tossed and turned, his face contorted in distress. Suddenly, he jolted awake with a sharp gasp, his eyes wide with terror.

You were immediately alerted to his distress and gently shook his shoulder. "Fike, wake up," you whispered urgently. "It's just a dream. You're safe."

But Fike's panic had already taken hold. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and his hands shook uncontrollably. The nightmare still clung to him like a shadow, refusing to release its grip.

Miles and Lyle, awakened by Fike's distress, moved closer, their eyes filled with concern. "Fike, it's us," Miles said soothingly. "You're here with us, safe and sound."

Prager and Brown, their technical expertise useless in this situation, watched with worried expressions. Walker, Mansk, Ja, Lopez, and Z-dog were quickly roused, their hearts heavy with concern for their beloved Fike.

Fike's panic continued to escalate, defying all attempts at reassurance. You held him tightly, your voice steady and comforting. "Fike, I'm here," you said softly. "We're all here. You're not alone."

But Fike's panic attack showed no signs of relenting. His breaths grew shallower, his face pale, and his eyes darted around wildly, searching for an escape from the torment of his own mind.

Realizing that Fike needed immediate medical attention, Ja, the medic among them, reached for a small vial containing a sedative. With great care, he administered the sedative to Fike, hoping it would bring relief.

As the medication took effect, Fike's trembling began to subside, and his breathing gradually returned to normal. His eyelids drooped, and he drifted into a medicated sleep.

The entire group stayed awake, surrounding Fike with a protective circle of love and support. They took turns checking on him, ensuring that his breathing remained steady and his heart rate stabilized.

Hours passed, the night deepening around them. The gentle sounds of Pandora's nocturnal creatures filled the air, providing a soothing backdrop to their vigil. You never left Fike's side, your presence a constant source of comfort.

With the first light of dawn breaking over the horizon, Fike began to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself surrounded by the loving faces of his family. The memories of his nightmare and panic attack rushed back, and he shuddered involuntarily.

You cupped his face in their hands, their gaze unwavering. "It's okay, Fike," you said softly. "You're safe now. We're here for you."

Miles, Lyle, Mansk, Z-dog, Walker, Prager, Ja, Lopez, Brown—each expressed their relief that Fike was awake and stable. Their collective love and concern for him were palpable, a testament to the strength of their bond.

Fike's voice was a hoarse whisper as he spoke, "Thank you, all of you, for being here for me." His eyes brimmed with tears, and he was overcome with gratitude for the unwavering support of his lovers.

Miles leaned in and kissed Fike's forehead. "We love you, Fike," he said gruffly, his voice filled with emotion. "No matter what, we'll always be here for you."

Everyone echoed their sentiments, their love a palpable force in the quiet dawn.

As the day continued to break, Fike found himself wrapped in the warmth of their love. They stayed close, unwilling to leave his side, knowing that the night had been a harrowing ordeal for him.

With the passage of time, Fike's anxiety began to subside. The nightmare still lingered in his mind, but the presence of his lovers provided a comforting balm. You held him tightly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his skin.

And so, they stayed together, united by love, trust, and an unbreakable bond. As the world of Pandora awakened around them, they found solace in the simple act of being together. In the heart of the bioluminescent wilderness, they discovered that love could conquer even the darkest of nightmares, and that their family was a sanctuary of acceptance and warmth.

With each passing moment, Fike's anxiety receded further into the background, replaced by the certainty that he was cherished beyond measure. And as the day unfolded, they faced the unknown together, ready to embrace whatever challenges Pandora had in store, secure in the knowledge that they had each other's unwavering support.

[sunandsstars]

Ok but how would the squad react if another human was putting the moves on their lil medic?

SCIENCE GUYS SUCK

Recombinants x Medic!Reader

Summary: A science guy was making a move on their girl, jealousy and insecurities ran through the squad like wildfire.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1.3k A/N: I’m so sorry with not sending this off sooner, I have so many asks in my inbox to get through! 😩

Taglist: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @eywas-heir @reneehillary69 @cavvedinn @itsyoboysparkel @doggodorime @dumb-fawkin-bitch @pandoragalora @thecrazyswamp @the-black-pines @fanboyluvr @mooniequeen @berrybluez @netherklutz @luciddasher @avtprint @theesexystallion @annaleesworld

Soft laughter can be heard from the direction of ___’s office, catching the attention of Fike who wanted to deliver a fresh batch of cookies he baked. He crept towards the open door and stood behind the wall, blocking their view of him so he stayed hidden. Peering around the corner he saw his girlfriend with a…guy?

A human guy.

He was a scientist, judging by the lab coat over his body and Fike briefly remembered seeing him here and there around the medbay. He had very handsome features too, if the recom didn’t know any better he would’ve thought he was a model, staring on Vogue or whatever.

His ears pinned down when more soft giggling flowed out of ___’s mouth, what the guy was saying wasn’t even that funny. Or interesting. Just nerdy science stuff. What’s so funny about the composition of atoms?

Fike decided to interrupt whatever was going on and knocked on the door, walking to where they could see him. “Oh! Sean!” ___ stood from the chair she sat on and walked around her desk and towards the man “what are you doing here?” she looked up at him with pretty doe eyes and he couldn’t help but swoon.

“Just to give you these..” he held out the box of marbled sugar cookies, grinning when she squealed and took them. Opening the box and munching on one, giving her thanks.

“Oh, nice man!” the scientist walked behind his girl and took the cookie from her hand, biting into the spot she did just moments ago. “This is pretty good”

___ turned and smacked his arm, “Jason! You can’t just do that” she pouted, looking up at Fike “sorry honey, they were delicious though, where did you get the ingredients?”

“Um, just from the recent shipment” he stared at the man who stood too close to her, a look of bewilderment and confusion on his face. What was he trying to do? “Hey, I gotta go” the Na’vi man bent down and cupped her face, kissing her cheek and walking off towards the rest of the squad.

He’s gotta fill them in ASAP.

“No. Fucking. WAY!” Zdinarsk growled “a puny little science punk! Trying to steal our girl?!” she crossed her muscular arms over her chest with her ears pinned to her head. Glaring. “What did he look like Fike?”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, ___ said his name was Jason”

“Ah shit, I think I know him” all eyes turned to Zhang who stood against the wall of the gym with his arms crossed, muscles bulging out. “He’s got quite a reputation with the woman on base” he stood up straighter and walked towards the small group near the door who were gossiping “heard he was a real womaniser”

Fike rolled his eyes “yeah he did seem like a bit of a pretty boy, even got her giggling at stuff” he huffed.

“She knows she’s ours, we don’t have to worry about ___. But it’s him we gotta keep an eye on. I don’t like this team” Zhang, Fike, and Mansk, who stood silent, agreed with Zdinarsk. “Oh, and don’t tell colonel, he’d go ape shit” they murmured at that, nodding their heads. If Quaritch ever found out that a guy, a science guy, was hitting on their lover, he would smash his skull to pieces.

“HEY! What are you ladies gossiping about?! GET BACK TO WORK SOLDIERS!”

“YES COLONEL!”

The squad sat in the cafeteria for some good afternoon grub, munching on some veggies and drinking their water. The recoms had to have a specific diet to sustain their bodies, none of the sweet shit the humans were aloud to eat.

___ spotted her partners in the far corner of the room, grabbing her tray and preparing to head over there when a hand grasped her arm and stopped her form moving. “Hey pretty girl, just wondered if you wanna sit with me and my crew today?” Jason glanced down at her with a charming grin.

Unsure, the woman looked at him then towards the recoms, shaking her head and looking back at Jason “I’m sorry, but I gotta go sit with them, being their medic and all”

“But they got a medic already, they don’t need you” Jason’s smile turned a little sour upon closer inspection, ___ was a human, she was supposed to sit with her kind. Why bother with these animals?

“Yes but- Jason let go!” the man grasped her wrist this time, dragging her over to his table to sit her down until a blue palm rested on his shoulder.

Jason froze and looked at the hand, chest starting to palpitate and his pupils shrunk from fear. He may act all big and mighty, but he was all bark and no bite. The scientist strained his head to look up and saw one of the recoms glaring at him, “I believe the lady said to let her go”. Immediately Jason let go, stepping away from both of them and clearing his through, looking towards ___ for some sort of stability but she simply stepped behind Lopez for cover. “Cmon mì amore, let’s get you back with the others”

___ held Victor’s pinky with her hand and followed him as he escorted her towards the table at the back, offering to hold her tray of food and placing it onto the table in front of Lyle.

“So who was that prick that was botherin’ you?” Wainfleet immediately stated, not one to keep quiet. Zdinarsk, Mansk, Fike and Zhang audibly winced when a bang sounded onto the table. Quaritch stood up from his seat and glared across the cafeteria towards where Jason was.

“He ain’t cause you any trouble? Right darlin’?” he drawled in his southern accent, if she said yes then he’ll show no mercy. His hands were empty, and a human sized skull would be a perfect fit to fill it out.

___ noticed the change in atmosphere and wanted to sooth the man, she didn’t need anyone fighting on her behalf. “No! He wasn’t, just being silly. Sit down Miles, you gotta finish that plate” she reached over and tried to take both of his massive hands in her own, pulling him down to sit again. Quaritch huffed and complied, still staring the human man down.

‘That’s right…feel my stank eye’

Zdinarsk decided to cut the tension, not baring to sit through the heavy testosterone “so…who knew that scientists got game?”. Fike gave her a blank stare and Prager choked on his food, laughing. She weren’t wrong, none of the scientists could even stand taking to another human being, let alone try and get one in their bed.

“Z, enough” ___ laughed, covering her mouth, “I don’t want you guys to bother him ok? I think he almost had a heart attack seeing Lopez, I couldn’t imagine him seeing the rest of you”

Ja rolled his yellow eyes, “maybe he needs a heart attack just to get it through his thick ass skull that you’re a taken woman”

“Alexander Ja!”

“Oo she hit you with the full name” Prager cheekily chuckled, Lyle joining in and slapping Ja on the back, “don’t wanna make mummy angry do you?”. Ja’s face flushed a dark purple, grumping as he finished his food.

Mansk chimed in, having the perfect view of the scientist across the hall “He’s staring at you ___”. A squeak of a chair echoed through the room and the stomping of footsteps carried across the cafeteria.

“COLONEL NO!”

[truetogaia]

Gonna be working on some recom one shots for a while so i might not update as much. I'll be writing for Z-dog, Mansk, QUARITCH (<333) and Ja!!

Ive only written about Mansk twice but yall ATE IT UP both times. Expect more!! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

[timetravellingshinigami]

Mansk isn't paid enough to feed the Deja Blu team (Wainfleet)

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Edits by @ viks_ss

[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.

Tag List: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[whxre-bxby]

For the hate-fucking with Brown or Ja, maybe they would hate each other because they like knew each other in the past (like high school rivalry) and they never outgrew it.

Or they're just really competitive keep trying to outdo the other.

Or when they woke up as recoms they were both really distraught by the situation and when emotions ran high they both said some hurtful stuff and after that they started hating each other

Just some suggestions! :)

Why not combine both into one :D , I chose the last idea. Thank you for your request!

Recom Brown x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Ja

Hatefucking with Brown and Ja

Masterlist (baseball cap buddies)

Summary: After waking up as recoms, many soldiers keep neglecting their emotions which leads to them exploding one day. Y/N gets into an argument with both Ja and Brown and they solve it by finally once giving in to their instincts and listening to their bodies.

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing, arguing, manhandling, roughness, angry/hate sex, non-con, hurt/comfort, aftercare, threesome, orgasm denial, teasing, penetration, blowjob

Word Count: 6949

As you definitely already know by now, waking up in an Avatar wasn’t easy for the recoms. You all struggled but no one ever talked about it. Suppressing and ignoring is easier than acknowledging and solving. 

It’s an unhealthy strategy, you know that, but it does work. To a certain extent at least. Sometimes, bottling up emotions will cause them to suddenly burst one day. When that happens, things usually escalate. 

Now to bring up the inevitable, that exact thing already happened. 

About a week ago you lost your patience with two soldiers specifically. They broke too. 

You’re in the weaponry, holding a wetted rag in one hand and your assault rifle in the other. The weapon which now has scratches and a dent in it because of the way it was carelessly chucked at you by Ja. 

That was the first small spark of the huge fire that broke out that day. 

He’s clearly in a bad mood which infected you. His behaviour is unprofessional and you yourself aren’t in the best state of mind to be dealing with his moody self. 

But you have a little self-control left in you, so you don’t comment on his behaviour. You let it slide. Nonetheless, you’re pissed off. Your ears are flattened back and a frown is covering your usually cheerful face. 

Ja notices your mood change but it doesn’t cross his mind that it’s because of him. Sitting around the room on the other benches are Brown and Prager. Everyone is busy. Which is why Ja should focus on his work and not yours. 

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” he suddenly blurts out, breaking the heavy silence. The silence was comfortable and pleasant before he threw the weapon right next to you. 

Your movements of wiping the grease from the gun still and you ask yourself whether you heard that right. You hope for his sake that you imagined it because if he were to have the nerve to comment on your doings after his little childish fit, you would lose it. 

You glance up at him, studying his expression only to realise he did in fact say that and is now awaiting a reaction. Brown and Prager and now listening too. 

“You think I don’t know how to clean my own weapon?” You ask with an undertone of sass which has his ears flipping back too. 

“I can see you’re clueless.” 

That’s it. You can’t stand him anymore. “I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing, dipshit.” you sneer at him, resting your hands on your lap while he stands in front of you. 

“Maybe that’s why our weapons haven’t been working properly lately. ‘Cause you have no idea what you’re doin’.” 

You’re speechless and boiling with anger. Who does he think he is?

“Maybe if you wouldn’t throw them on the fucking ground they would work just fine.”

Ja isn't able to fire back an argument at that. Perhaps he forgot he even mishandled your weapon. That could very well be the case. The number of overwhelming emotions have caused many of you to become hotheaded, but you were too angry with Ja to excuse his behaviour. 

You get up to stand at eye level with him. His stare is hard and intimidating now but you won't back down. You're not scared of him. 

"Don't start bitching to me about shit I know. It's not my problem you're all moody." You snap, provoking him by mimicking his voice in an exaggerated manner. 

"Moody?" He scoffs, taking a step forward to intimidate you. "You've been actin' like a bitch all day." 

You laugh at his pathetic comment. There's almost no point arguing with him. It’s like talking to a rude brick wall.

"I haven't even seen you today, until now." You reply. 

Prager steps up, walking a few steps closer to Ja and me. 

"Cut it out, both of you. We have to finish this in an hour." Prager says. He's right, we have a tight schedule and this is wasting time. 

Ja glares at him. "This doesn't concern you. She's been like this the whole time so I'm gonna deal with her now." 

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You don't have to 'deal' with shit. Brush it off like everyone else."

"Yeah, like that's what you do." He chuckles darkly.

"I let you, throwing my fucking weapon on the ground, slide earlier. I didn't call you out for almost breaking the door handle when you came in and I didn't complain about Brown not putting the fucking weights back." You snarl at Ja but now Brown stands up too. 

"Don't pull me into this shit." Brown says and Prager sighs before taking his weapon and leaving the room. 

"Just like your mess almost pulled me to the floor?" You continue to provoke, shifting your gaze from Ja to Brown. 

Brown had left his weights on the ground of the gym the other day instead of putting them back and you almost tripped over them after your workout. 

"Hey, I'm not the one blocking the shower for an entire hour." He snarls and you roll your eyes. 

"At least I fucking shower." You fire back. "Both of you smell like shit."

Ja takes offence again and glares at you as you turn around to pick up your weapon. The second you straighten your posture, a hand is on your shoulder and it roughly spins you around to face the two of them. 

"You do it on purpose don't you?" Ja snarls. 

His words catch you off guard. You don't understand. 

"What?" You ask, genuinely confused. Your angry tone fades with the question. 

"You wind us up." Brown adds, seeming to understand what Ja is saying. 

"I wind you up?!" You almost shout in disbelief. "Do you know how long I've been fighting the urge to punch you two?!"

They grin evilly at you, probably imagining you attempting to punch them. It makes you want to do it that much more. 

"I saved your lives you know?" You tease, shifting your weight from one leg to another. 

"Oh yeah, how?" Ja scoffs. 

"Pure self-control." You snarl, hinting at the fact that you're trying your best to not kill them.

"Something you both lack."

"Yeah, well you don't make it easy." Ja replies, stepping forwards so that he's all up in your space. His chest bumps against yours and your heart is racing. You tell yourself it's from the anger but really, it's because of them. Your hatred for each other has caused tension between the three of you. 

You don't know how to reply to that so you take a step back, trying to read his expression before your yes avert to Brown's. 

"What do you use? Is it some fuckin' body wash?" He asks and you just stare up at him in confusion.

" ‘S that why it takes you so fuckin' long to shower?" Brown grins scanning your body over. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, upping the tone once more and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

There's a small pause while you await their answer. Both soldiers exchange looks before staring at you a little while longer. As if they aren't sure why you aren't catching on to what they're saying.

"Your smell. It's different." Ja says. You're at a loss for words. Are they seriously insulting your hygiene after mentioning themselves you take the most care of yourself?

"I smell different?" You ask in disbelief, trying to understand what is going through their heads. 

"You didn't smell like this before." Brown adds. You feel like you’re going mad. What the actual fuck are they talking about?

"Before what?" you fire back, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"Before we became recombinants. When we were human." Brown replies. Their eyes are fixated on you and their full attention makes you slightly nervous. You’re not used to this. 

“What are you even saying?” You ask again, telling yourself you will just leave like Prager if they don’t start making sense soon. 

Ja exhales loudly and still looks angry at you. 

“You expect us to be able to work properly with you smelling so fuckin’ good?” 

The words slowly sink in and you realise they are actually not insulting you. That’s a surprise. 

“Whatever you’re usin’, let it be.” Brown growls, backing up Ja. They both seem fed up. 

You think about their words and reactions for a minute, putting the puzzle pieces together in your mind while they just watch you. 

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind which has it all making sense and you gasp in shock before bursting out in laughter. 

Now it’s their turn to be confused. Ja and Brown exchange a quick questioning glance before turning back to you. 

“What so fuckin’ funny?” Ja asks. His bad mood is still very much present.

You have to pause your giggles to explain. 

“There’s no body wash in the bathrooms you morons.” you wheeze, holding your side to prevent stitches. “We’re not even allowed to use it.”

They don’t quite understand and continue to cluelessly stare at you.

“Poor babies, you’re going through your cycles.” You coo teasingly, trying to piss them off even more. 

Both their ears instantly flip back at the pet name and it makes you grin even more.

You turn away, wanting to wash the cloth you were just cleaning your gun with but once again, you’re pulled back to them and turned around. Ja tugs you back with such force you land right in front of them, almost bumping into their chests. 

You sigh, finally being able to relax your aching facial muscles from the laughing. “You didn’t read the documents did you?”

They stay silent for a few seconds before shaking their heads. Apparently, you were one of the only soldiers who read all the information about the new bodies. 

“Being all frustrated and moody tricks your body into thinking it’s your fucking seasonal cycle. Then you get all angry and horny for one specific person.” you grin evilly, pushing Brown’s chest back to create some sort of space between you and them. He just stumbles back one step, suddenly listening intently. 

“You’ve been honoured with me.” You tease. “Too bad you hate me and vice versa.”

Something in the atmosphere changes. Their gazes are no longer curious, but predatory in a way. 

“You’re serious?” Ja asks. His voice seems deeper than before. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t make this shit up. The last thing I’m doing is trying to get in your pants, asshole.” you snarl. The insults naturally come to you at this point and you’re not sure whether you’re even speaking the truth. 

“Quit it with the attitude.” Brown growls. The way he says the words makes shivers run up your spine but at the same time it pisses you off.

“Me? Look at how you’re fucking behaving. Leave me the fuck alone before you fall in love.” you torment him, taking a few steps back to reach for the cloth again. 

“You’re too much of a bitch to even like.” he snarls at you. You would have thrown insults back if you’re wandering eyes wouldn’t have accidentally landed on his crotch. They then flickered over to Ja’s pants and he seemed to have the same problem.

This is pathetic. “Awwh seems you really have it bad for me.” you fake a sweet voice, giving them puppy eyes. 

“Yeah?” Brown scoffs. “Not the only one. I can fucking smell you Y/N.” 

“Apparently you always can.” you fire back, trying your best to avoid being exposed like them. 

“Why do you make everything so hard for us?” he sneers and you chuckle. 

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Bitch.” he growls, muttering the curse under his breath. 

“That’s your problem.” you say, shrugging your shoulder and turning your back to them once again. If they spin you around once more you will deliver a punch to one of their faces. 

“Our problem.” Ja corrects and it makes me scrunch my face in confusion. The fuck does that mean?

“Glad you have something in common.” you mutter, not bothering to give them your full attention anymore. 

“And I’m gonna deal with it.” Brown mumbles, probably talking to Ja but you overheard what he said. You want to turn around and question him but suddenly, a hand wraps around the base of your queue while the other catches both your wrists behind your back. 

You gasp in surprise at the sudden roughness but before you can comprehend who is doing what, you’re being pushed forward. Your chest and face are pressed down against the hard surface of a metal table. 

You can hear Ja chuckle from somewhere behind you but it’s now clear to you that Brown has had enough and is pinning you against the furniture. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Brown teases, growling the words. You hiss at him, trying to break free from his harsh grip but it’s useless. 

“Get off of me you son of a-”

He chuckles darkly at your miserable escape attempts. “Then don’t think that I will. By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to fucking talk like that anymore.”

Within moments after he speaks those words, you can hear him unbuckling his belt. You freeze, wondering whether you heard that correctly. Was he being serious?

When his hands start roughly opening yours and tugging down your cammies, you realise he wasn’t playing around anymore. 

Your body is in a state of unexpected shock and you don’t quite know how to react, but your stomach still continues to twist in excitement. An excitement they can smell. One that clouds their minds with lust and blinds out all common sense.

Ja comes around the table, squatting down in front of you and grinning at your helpless and surprised expression.

“Thought we’d let you just leave after all that?” he teases, lifting his hand to demeaningly stroke your cheek. You tilt your face away from his touch but he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him while Brown continues to strip your bottom half naked. 

“Why the fuck are you doing this?” you hiss at him in between struggles, hating how easily they took control of the situation. “I thought you- hated me.” 

Brown has now removed both of your pants and underwear and his large hand suddenly slid over the curve of your ass before roughly groping at it. It makes you whimper when you feel how mean he is being with you, definitely leaving the skin red. Ja glances up at Brown and when his eyes meet yours again, his grin has grown wider.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ hate you. Your attitude most of all.” he chuckles, deeply staring into your eyes. “But at least we can fix that.”

You frown, wishing you could slap that smirk clean off his face. But he isn’t taking you seriously. Not when you’re bent over a table, half naked and being manhandled by his friend.

Suddenly, Brown delivers a stinging slap to the area his hand just assaulted and it makes you flinch. You have to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. Something tells you that even tears won’t help you out of this. 

“But there’s no denyin’ that you’re the hottest bitch around.” he grins, before getting up and pushing your head to the side. 

Above you, Brown chuckles again and you feel his hand slide lower until his two fingers slip down between your shamefully wet folds. 

“You’re sure you don’t have the same problem as we do, baby?” he asks, teasing you for being equally as worked-up as they are. 

“Never in a hundred years would I feel any sort of attraction to you idiots.” you spit your words, trying your best to still resist. 

“Guess we’ll find out.” he replies. His voice sounds strained. “I’ll fuck you dumb, Y/N.”

His words startle you and in the next second, Brown thrusts forward and his tip instantly penetrates your throbbing pussy. Your hands ball into fists at the intrusion and you press your forehead against the cold table, clenching your eyes closed. It felt different than you remember. Maybe it’s because your Avatar isn’t used to this.

Brown hisses in pleasure, not stopping his movements until he is buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck-” he groans, letting go of your queue and now just holding your hip and wrists behind your back. “So tight.”

You whimper, clenching your jaw. “It hurts.” 

Your voice is quiet and shaky but he hears you. He hesitates to move after what he heard you say. To test the waters, he slowly pulls out, keeping just the tip of his dick between your lips. His eyes peer down to where you two are connected and his whole body freezes when he spots a few specks of blood. He knows very well it’s not from him and now he isn’t only questioning what he is doing, he’s regretting his actions. 

His eyes are wide with shock as he just stares at it. His thoughts are racing and his heartbeat picks up. What made him think he could do this to you? Instantly, his hands let go of you and you let them fall to your sides. 

Ja notices something is wrong and glances under your tail to be met with the safe horrific site his friend is seeing. It’s horrific to them, but surprisingly less bad for you.

They don’t understand. You’re scent clearly told them you were ready for sex and it fueled their instincts to mate. Now, seeing the potential harm they caused, snaps them back into reality for a few moments. 

“Shit- Y/N, I thought you wanted…” he stops mid-sentence, being reminded of your protests. We’re they that ignorant?

To their horror and confusion, you suddenly look calm. Your body is relaxed and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m bleeding aren’t I?” you ask, feeling almost certain you know what is happening. 

“Yeah…” Brown replies and Ja takes a step back, not sure how to react. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I-”

“Brown, calm the fuck down.” you say, silencing not only his panicked voice but their worried thoughts. 

Your tail lifts higher and you caress his jaw with it, looking over your shoulder with a grin. He doesn’t move away, he lets it happen. The silence makes him uncomfortable and he draws his hips back a little to completely remove himself from you but suddenly, you push back against him. Your hips follow his and you slide yourself back on his dick, taking him slightly deeper than just the tip. 

He freezes again, watching you in confusion and shock. Neither of the soldiers understood what was happening but watching you willingly press yourself up against him again made his dick twitch. Almost making him harder than before which is nearly impossible. 

“Tha Avatars are virgins. It’s normal.” you say, hoping to help them realise they didn’t hurt you in the way they feared. You didn’t expect to bleed because you didn’t bleed when you lost your virginity as a human. Either way, you know it’s nothing to be worried about. 

Both men are silent as they start to rethink everything and process what you just said. Then Brown speaks up, wanting to make sure he understood correctly.

“You’re okay?” he asks. His voice is tainted with worry and you can hear a small tremble. 

You chuckle, facing forwards again. “Aw, look at that. You guys give a shit about me.” 

Behind you, Brown and Ja exchange looks again. As if to make sure they’re both back on board with their original plan. 

“Main thing is you act like ‘big boys’, being all mean and grumpy and then you almost cry about a few drops of blood.” You laugh at them, with the full intention of winding them up again. You don’t know why you do it, but it's amusing to you because it’s so easy to get under their skin. 

You wiggle your hips against Brown for a few seconds and that’s all it takes for his original self to be back on you. 

“I knew you do it on purpose.” he snarls but you know he is grinning to himself. Now you know that he likes it, even if he complains about your bitchy behaviour. Maybe you need to be like this more often. 

“Do what?” you ask, playing dumb which makes him chuckle. Fuck, do you do things to him. 

“If anyone’ll be cryin’ it’ll be you on my dick.” he says, groping the soft flesh of your hips. Brown loved how soft you were. It very often made him weak when he would watch you. Now, he gets to touch you 

“Make it happen before you have another crisis.” you tease, and with that Brown thrusts forward once more. This time, he goes slightly harder than before. 

You inhale sharply, stretching your arms forward to hold on to the edge of the table. He pauses, tapping the insides of your ankles with his boot for you to open your legs wider. You move one and he doesn’t bother to wait for the other so he kicks it to the side. 

The pain is very mild and is rapidly fading away each time he thrusts forward. 

Ja moves in front of you again, leaning down to look at you. 

“Dirty girl,” he tuts. “Been needin’ this, huh?”

You stare at him, trying to look composed but your lips constantly fall open in synch with Brown’s movements. 

“Needed us to take care ‘f your pretty pussy.” he coos and oddly, the words make you let out a silent moan. He notices your attempt in hiding it. 

“Not you specifically.” you push the words out unevenly because you feel like the air is being fucked from your lungs. “You just got lucky.” 

Brown was listening and he hums before spanking the sweet spot under your ass. It makes you yelp and jolt forward. Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you than before and you feel like you forgot how to breathe. 

“You wanna cum?” Brown asks, seeming slightly agitated by your attitude again. 

“You can’t make m-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by reaching beneath you and softly brushing his fingers against your clit. As if he knew what you were going to say so he decided to prove you wrong instead of answering. 

“You wanna clench down around my dick? Finally let go and let me take care ‘f you?” he asks, leaning forwards to reach your ear. 

Ja is looking up at him with a doubtful and questioning expression. 

The offer sounds good but you choose to not answer. 

“I’ll take real good care of ya.” he whispers through his heavy breathing. “Fuck you until you’re full of cum. I’ll have y’er legs shakin’ and shit.” 

You whimper, feeling overwhelmed. It’s as if he knows exactly what your desperate body needs. 

“You want that?” he asks, urging you to answer by fucking you deeper. You feel so close, loving the way he seems to fill you with the girth of his cock while rubbing your clit through your wet lips. Everything suddenly seems perfect. 

“Yes-” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Can’t hear ya.” Brown breathes out, seeming to struggle to control himself.

“Yes!” you cry out, arching your back against him. “Please, please. Fuck-” Your hips push back once again. Any second now your orgasm will hit you. 

He chuckles again but it almost goes unheard because you’re about to be flooded with pure bliss. Brown straightens his posture again and suddenly, his hips still. 

You open your eyes, wondering whether he was readjusting his position but he just stopped. 

In confusion, you turn your head and look up at him over your shoulder. There’s an evil smirk stretched across his face and suddenly you realise he screwed you over. 

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” he says, clearly amused by how confused and desperate you look. 

“You’re fucking kidding-” you breathe out. He shakes his head no, looking at Ja who is now grinning too. 

In a last attempt to please yourself, you rock your hips back and forth on his dick. Brown’s hands fly to your hips and he curses while digging his fingertips into your soft flesh, holding you still. 

“Fuck- you slutty girl.” he swears. 

Brown had to force himself to stop even though he wanted nothing more but to have you cum around him. He felt the need to fill you up and he will, but first, he and Ja need to teach you a lesson. One you won’t forget. 

Ja stands up and starts to unbuckle his pants in front of you. 

“Choke on his dick and I’ll think about it.” Brown says, tugging your hair back and making you look up at Ja. 

“You assholes-” you mumble, still trying to calm down your breathing. Brown decides to take it up a notch and he slaps your pussy, making the area of your clit stingy unexpectedly. 

You whimper, flinching again and tightening your grip around the edge of the table. 

Ja pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh and you stare at him. We’re they both naturally this big or was it because we have Na’vi DNA now? Either way, it’s extremely intimidating and they is no way you think you can fit that in your mouth. You’re surprised you’re managing to take Brown who is still balls-deep inside you as we speak.

“Do it and I’ll let you cum.” Brown says, tilting your head up further to force your mouth open.

“If you listen, I’ll be nice when it’s my turn.” Ja grins, cupping your jaw now to replace Brown’s hand. Your eyes widen at the statement. His turn? You’ve never done anything like this. It’s always only been one person. 

“You guys are so cruel.” you mutter, tipping your ears back and drooping your tail in defeat. Both men would almost feel sorry for you if you wouldn’t have had such a rude mouth before. 

You huff out a sigh and Ja shifts closer, so you open your mouth. Your tongue slips past your lips and he rests his tip on it before inching forwards again. 

You make sure to show your display of annoyance when wrapping your lips around his dickhead and gently suckling on it. But Ja isn’t looking at your eyes, he’s watching your saliva-coated, plump lips close around his girth. His body shudders and he places a hand into your hair, unable to tear his gaze away from your mouth. 

You gently worship his tip, swirling your tongue around it before pressing it up against the slit of his dick. A low grumble erupts from deep within Ja’s chest and his muscles flex to prevent him from thrusting forwards into your warm mouth. 

Proceeding with pleasuring him, you remove your lips from his tip and start sloppily licking up and down his length. Your tongue starts at his balls, slowly moving up and tracing along a vein until you reach his tip again. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” he murmurs, clenching his stomach muscles in pleasure. 

Behind you, Brown slowly pulls out of you, making sure not to trigger your or his orgasm just yet. However, you relax at the feeling of him moving again and let your mouth fall open. Ja uses this to his advantage, almost shoving half his length into your mouth. You don’t protest, you take it. Moving your head forwards, he already brushes against the back of your throat. The uncomfortable feeling makes you freeze your movements so that you won’t gag. Instead, you hiccup while he’s stuffed in your mouth and he grins. 

“That’s it,” Ja praises, watching you fight back your gags. “So fuckin’ good for me.” 

You look up at him with glassy eyes of slowly forming tears and he almost loses himself in them. Ja feels pity for you and looks back to Brown who is intently watching you work your way down Ja’s length. 

“She’s bein’ good. C’mon.” he urges his friend and Brown’s eyes flicker up to Ja. 

He nods with a smirk, deciding to tease you a little more before giving in to his and your desires. Brown holds his dick and glides his tip between your folds, watching with dilated pupils how your hips naturally chase his movements in an attempt to stuff yourself full with him again. 

“Shit, you have it bad, huh?” he coyly teases, once again lifting your tail to clear his view of your dripping and throbbing heat. 

Your ears tip back again. Not as bad as they had it earlier. It’s their fault for getting you so worked up now. 

Brown notices the return of your attitude but this time it doesn’t annoy him, it fuels his lust for you.

He leans back down to you, placing his lips near your right ear and whispering, “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until it hurts.” 

Your eyes widen at his words but he almost instantly draws back, not waiting for your reaction. You stop paying attention to Ja for a few moments, especially when Brown snaps his hips forwards once more and fills you to the brim with his cock. Almost instantly, your back arches and he grabs a hold of your hips, starting to roughly fuck himself into you. 

Ja gently nudges his hips forwards too, slowly urging you to take more of him. You resume your previous actions, and after a few minutes, you realise you can’t think straight. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure every few thrusts and your mouth is hanging open with small droplets of saliva spilling from the sides. You can’t concentrate on Ja anymore and he pulls away. However, he isn’t disappointed in the slightest. Seeing your fucked-out facial expression is a sight he never wants to forget. He would have had to pull away anyway because he didn't want to cum just yet. The first time he gets to have you, he will release his load into you, to mark you as his. Well, Brown’s and his. Brown seems to have the same plan. 

Brown’s thighs are slapping against the back of yours with each harsh thrust. He’s plunging his dick as deep as he can into you while digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass. To him, you are the most attractive and sexy thing he has ever seen. He never expected himself to be attracted to an Avatar, not even when he became a recombinant, but at the end of the day, it was you. And you are the best girl out there in both their opinions. 

Your new body kept the slim waist you used to have and your soft hips and thighs. They never touched you before but they remembered your body.

“Mmm- fuck, ‘m so close.” you whimper, spreading your legs even further apart and giving yourself to him. Your movement makes Brown hiss. Seeing the girl he was secretly chasing, offer and open herself to him like this is a gift from heaven. Brown and Ja both desired you for a while, which is why their attraction to you spiralled out of control today. It’s another reason why they hated you. You were a bitch to them that they found hot, and it angered them that they had to resist you. At least until now. You had no right being so nerve-killing while looking good. 

Brown once again decides to play with you, wanting to overstimulate you in the slightest. His hand once again dips under you and he’s rubbing his middle fingers between your lips and over your clit repeatedly. 

You cry out, trying to distance yourself from the rough touch. Your body was still very sensitive from almost cumming before. But Brown held you in place and you had to embrace it, taking everything he’s giving you. 

“Just like that baby,” he groans, “Cum for me.” 

He continues exactly what he’s doing and the more you tense your body, the faster your orgasm approaches. It hits you like a huge wave, making you hold on to the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white. Your tail stretches upward and is trembling along with your legs. In a desperate attempt to prolong the bliss, your start pushing your hips back against Brown’s to meet his thrusts. 

His breath gets caught in his throat and the mixture of your pussy clenching around him, almost sucking him in and refusing to let him pull out and seeing you fuck yourself on him again has Brown cumming. 

His hips stutter and he’s sloppily humping your behind, finally shooting his load into your begging pussy and keeping you filled up by plugging your entrance with his cock. Your movements calm down and after a few moments, you’re both still and regaining your breath. He wasn’t lying when he said you’d be crying on his dick. A few tears of pleasure and overstimulation have already run down your cheeks. 

He knows he’s been mean with teasing you and he loves how well you took his handling, baring through it all. Brown snakes an arm around your waist, lifting your upper body so that you’re standing in front of him while he stays buried deeps inside you. His arms embrace you from behind, holding you against his chest to make sure you don’t lose your balance. Brown rests his chin on your shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re so good,” he whispers in praise, still not letting your warm body go. 

This is a new side of him you’ve never seen and it makes you instantly melt and relax against him. You weren’t expecting to be treated so nicely after the argument you had earlier. 

“Best girl out there.” he adds. His heavy breathing calms and gently fans against the skin of your neck. The praise sounds so rewarding. 

You lean back and close your eyes for a few seconds, relaxing and regaining strength after almost losing control of your trembling body. 

Ja walks around the table, watching your interaction before stopping in front of you. Your hazy eyes slowly open and meet his. His hand reaches for you and he leans forward, closing the gap between your lips. You don’t resist. Sure, there were occasions where both of them really got on your nerves and you were sure that if you had a loaded gun in your hand during those times, you would kill them. Earlier today, your weapons weren’t loaded. But somehow you seemed to solve each other's problems now, so why not let it happen? 

His hands were all over you, skimming down your waist before gently starting to bunch up the cloth of your tank top. You let him slip it off you while Brown watched, still not removing himself from inside you. Brown’s fingertips traced along your ribcage, exploring the new skin you showed them while Ja started fumbling with your sports bra, slowly tugging it up and over your head so that it could join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You were completely bare in front of them but since your body was cradled between them so you didn’t feel exposed to the room.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty…” Ja whispers, staring at all of you. Behind you, Brown hums in approval and you can feel the vibrations come from his chest. He continues to hold you while Ja cups your breast and kisses you again. 

You’re so lust-drunk even after the orgasm Brown gave you, you moan into the kiss. It drives Ja wild, and he intensifies his actions. 

“My fucking turn.” he grumbles, pulling away and staring down at your bare pussy. Brown obliges. He’s had his time with you, now Ja should too. 

Slowly, Brown retracts his dick from inside you, leaving you sore and hollow. You let out a soft whimper as he pulls away, being nudged against Ja’s now bare chest. He holds you upright while Brown sorts himself out, probably putting his pants back on. 

After a little less than a minute, I feel Brown’s presence behind me again. It confuses me but Ja doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

His left arm once again wraps around your waist, tighter than before and his right hand stretches down to grab the backside of your knee. Ja reaches for your other leg, placing his palm on the back of your thigh before both men suddenly lift your feet off the ground. You hold on to their arms, gripping their biceps in an attempt to steady yourself. The sudden movement is a surprise to you. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Ja grins, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while Brown continues to effortlessly hold you in the air. “We got you.” 

You’re staring at him with wide eyes, definitely impressed by their strength. Ja doesn’t waste time with you. He’s already pressing his leaking tip against your entrance. The fact that Brown’s cum is dripping out of you doesn’t bother him at all. As long as it’s either of them fucking you and no one else, they don’t have a problem with it. 

“Ready?” he asks, helping Brown hold you up by holding the underside of your thighs. 

You gulp nervously, still feeling slightly sore from Brown’s brutality. 

He smirks. “I’ll be careful.”

You exhale shakily before nodding. “Okay.”

He pets your thigh as if to show you he liked your answer before he starts to slowly enter you. You squirm in their arms but they keep a firm hold of your body, holding you in place until Ja bottoms out. It’s easier for him to enter you after your pussy has been worked open by Brown. 

“Good girl,” Brown whispers into your ear. “Show him how well you can take him.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, faintly nodding your head. 

Ja’s lips are parted and his mouth is slightly hanging open as he pants. It’s been too long since either of them have felt pleasure like this. Too long since they’ve been with a woman, but hell, you beat them all. 

Ja is starting to hastily thrust himself inside you while watching your expression. It seems so soreness has faded or at least it’s been concealed by lust once more. He is also still stimulated from your sloppy blowjob so Ja has to hold back a little to not cum instantly. He’s into messiness and sloppy sex. It’s his favourite thing, which is probably also why the squelching sounds of your slick and Brown’s cum along with the way the fluids are dripping down you and coating his length, turn him on even more. 

“Got one more in ya?” he asks between breaths. At this point you’re so mindblown by the way they have and are fucking you, you could cum on command. 

“Yes- fuck. It’s so good-” you breathe out, arching your back again and throwing your head back. Brown’s lips attach to the side of your neck and he nibbles and sucks on your skin. The hickey that he is forming is the least of your concerns. To be completely honest, you want to be covered with them. You want to be theirs in every way possible. 

“Let go baby, can’t hold it much- longer.” he struggles to say. The feeling of your wet cunt welcoming him in is exactly what he needs.

And just like on command, you cum. Brown holds you tighter while your body trembles and your toes curl. You’re a moaning mess and a few seconds after you, Ja is stuffing your pussy full of his cum, emptying his load into your drenched hole. 

He’s cursing your name and holding you so tightly, his hands leave red marks on your thighs. 

“Goddamn. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” Brown grins, continuing to steadily hold you while you and his friend calm down. 

“Might have to start forgetting to put away gym equipment on purpose now.” he chuckles, and you scoff and Brown’s joke. 

“The only reason this happened is because you morons can’t keep your shit under control.” you say. You would have been fine. They were throwing a tantrum. 

Brown frowns. “And just like that, the good girl is gone again.” 

“Good girl my ass, this is your doing.” you reply. They’re the reason you get so annoyed with them. 

“Maybe we just need to keep fuckin’ her. Then she won’t be talkin’ to us like a bitch anymore.” Ja adds to the conversation. 

“Permanent sex to keep your filthy mouth closed and bad attitude gone.” Brown chuckles. 

“Forget it, I’m so done right now.” You shut their idea down as your voice slowly recedes to a whisper. You’re exhausted. 

They don’t argue with you and carefully place you back on the ground. While you all get dressed you continue to throw insults each other's way but at this point, it’s all playful. 

You’re all behind schedule now with your tasks so you sit down again and get back to work on cleaning your weapons. For the next hour or so, all three of you continue talking. The teasing doesn’t stop but you’ve discovered that you hate them a little less now.

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[timetravellingshinigami]

Is it me or does Mansk has the sharpest and narrowest nose and smallest ears among the Recoms?

While Wainfleet has the broadest nose and biggest ears

Or maybe his lack of hair makes his ears look big 🤔

Anywho, i want to hold Mansk face in my hands. And kiss the dots on Lyle's nose.

[whxre-bxby]

Okay bbygrls so, thank you for all the currently submitted ideas💕! Here‘s a poll in which you can choose which one you want to see the most.

Side note: All the ones I‘ve reacted to I WILL WRITE don‘t worry (they were all so slay). This is just a *which one should i write first* kind of poll.

Please don’t steal any ideas from here, I definetly plan on writing them. I need to see how I feel about Fike💀 but I can push my boundaries a little for that request.

(I’ve had an anon request a few things, so to that person, thank you but it will take some time I’m really sorry. I’m just halfway through my final exams rn so I’m having a bit of a crisis)

[whxre-bxby]

Okay for the upcoming hate-fuck smut😂 we need to decide on a recom. (I'm leaving out the ones I don't feel attracted to as always, sorry)

I didn't add Quaritch because I already have a similar one with him.

I know not all characters may fit the hate thing but I can twist and turn the plot to create real beef and tension between them and Y/N. Meaning even our sweet boys like Ja, Prager and Mansk could be mean-ish.