#recoms x reader

[backmuscles21]

You're Supposed To Be Ours

Recoms x Reader

Summary: You are an RDA chemist, you have caught the eyes of all the recoms. They can be a little possessive. So, when they see you talking with someone else, they need to teach you your place and where you belong. Warnings: smut, belly bulge, size kink, begging, spanking, orgasm denial/delay, punishment, possessive behaviour, sub/dom undertones

You came to Pandora as a chemist, they needed you to run tests on water, plants, rocks, and other elements. Basically, what they wanted you to do was make a periodic table for the things on Pandora.

Easier said than done.

However, you did love your job and you loved the planet. One thing you loved the most about your job was the new relationship you started. You have an avatar body for when you go on missions to collect samples to test and figure out their composition. Since you have a trillion-dollar avatar body and were only a scientist, you needed protection. And what better protection than the new Na’vi recom soldiers? Plus, they were tall, strong, and muscular.

So that is how you met your new lovers. You learned that they were a little hard-headed, very strong, very loyal, and pretty jealous. Not necessarily jealous of each other, they saw themselves as a family, but with literally anyone else. When you told them you liked boy boys and girls you couldn’t talk to a single soul without them feeling a tinge of jealousy. Some were good at hiding it others had it written all over their face, it didn’t really bother you too much, you had them.

You would go to work and then go back to them, sometimes in your human body or in your avatar. Not too many people knew you were with all the recoms, the only people that really knew were some of the people in your department. They had seen you with them when they dropped you off or came by to pick you up after you finished work or when they would visit you while you were working. It was always someone different, but it was always one of your tall blue lovers.

Some of your co-workers liked to pick on you a little for being with them and fucking the aliens. You didn’t care, you loved them deeply, and you wouldn’t ever trade them for the world.

But one day, when one of them came to visit you while you were working, they saw you talking with some of your co-workers. You were laughing and smiling and you just tucked your hair behind your ears, you did that when you were flustered.

It was Prager who came to visit you, he was feeling tired and in a cuddly mood and he always sought you out when he got that way. He was angry that you’d be talking with this guy that you worked with. You should be laughing with anyone but them, you were theirs. So, Prager went back to the recom common room to tell everyone what he saw.

He stormed back to the common room, punched in the door code and stomped in.

“What happened? Did she say she had to work? Cause I told you so,” Lopez said with a smirk.

Prager didn’t answer, instead, he gathered everyone in the common area.

“What’s going on? Care to explain?” Miles asked.

“I went to see her and I saw her but she was talking and laughing with another guy. They were supposed to be working and she even tucked her hair behind her ears. She was flirting with him; I couldn’t believe it. So, I came back here to tell you guys,” Prager explained.

“What was she doing?” Mansk asked, always trying to work out situations, giving you the benefit of the doubt.

“She was by her microscope, she was writing on some papers, but then she stopped and she gave him her undivided attention,” Prager explained

“Well, let’s go see this then,” Lyle said wanting to confirm it.

Miles put his arm out to stop Lyle, “no. We wait till she finishes work, she has to anyway. Then we will confront her. You know she can’t lie worth a damn and will crumble under us. She can also explain her side of the story and we will go from there.”

“Are we gonna punish her?” Walker asked with a slight smirk.

“Depends. She might have an explanation and then we will just tone down our usual punishment. If she doesn’t deny it and says what she did, we will use a lesser punishment. If she tries to hide it and denies it, we will go no bars held. She knows her safe word,” Miles explained to everyone.

“When is she done?” Zdog asked.

“A few hours. I’ll pick her up. I intimidate her the most,” Miles said as he smirked at his fellow soldiers.

“So, what do we do till then?” Ja asked.

“We could try to get her out early. Maybe do a random walk-by and see if it’s continuing?” Fike suggested.

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve ever said,” Lopez smirked.

“Go fuck yourself,” Fike said to Lopez with a scoff and smile while rolling his eyes.

So, a few hours passed and Miles left a couple of minutes before you were supposed to finish for the day. He walked in front of the glass doors of the chemistry lab, there were multiple scientists working away. Then his eyes landed on you, looking into different Petri dishes and writing stuff down. He fell in love with you all over again, he couldn't believe how gorgeous you were. Both your human body and your avatar body were absolutely stunning, he understood why people wanted you, not that they’d ever get you.

He opened the door and walked in, he saw you look up and smile brightly. He walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders and watched you finish your notes.

“I’m almost done give me five minutes.”

“Take your time cupcake,” Miles said patting your shoulders.

He noticed your co-workers staring at you and him and then whispering to each other, he knew they liked to gossip. He wasn’t bothered by them and he knew you weren’t either but he still didn’t like it. He gave them a slight scowl and turned back towards you.

Finally, you and him left the lab and went to the recom-only areas. Once you entered the room and saw all of your lovers right there you were surprised.

“Woah, what’s going on? Did I miss something? Is there a special occasion?” You said slightly nervous.

Miles came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed a little bit. “We needed to talk to you about something and we need you to be honest.”

“What’s up?” You said it slowly, you were kind of scared.

“Were you flirting with one of your co-workers today?” Miles asked.

“Flirting? You think I would purposely flirt with someone I work with? That’s like giving that person a death wish. I wasn’t trying to flirt with anyone, if that happened, I’m sorry that it did, it was not my intention.”

“But you were flustered. I saw you tuck your hair behind your ears,” Prager said.

“I was using my microscope a lot today and I forgot my hair tie. You know how I hate my hair in my face. I just happened to tuck my hair behind my ears a lot today.”

“But you were laughing and talking with him then you looked down and tucked your hair behind your ears. You were flustered, he made you flustered.”

“I swear I never intended for that to happen. I have to talk with my coworkers, I need them to tolerate me. I work with them and there’s no replacing them or me so we have to get along. I promise I was not intentionally flirting with anyone I work with.”

“But you were being friendly,” Lyle said.

“Yeah, but I need to be. I need them to like me. I’m friendly to anyone I talk to. I don’t talk to a lot of people other than you guys but I’m not an asshole.”

“I think you need to learn your place,” Miles said leaning over to whisper in your ear.

Your eyes went wide, they planned on punishing you for this.

“Do I need my avatar for this?”

“No, we will be tame enough for a human.”

You breathed out loudly through your nose trying to calm yourself. You didn’t hate when this happened, it was hot. However, it was just a lot and it was tiring and it was just so much for your little body.

Miles started to move his hands down to your hips, then he moved them from your hips to slide up your sides and take your shirt off. You lifted your arms to help him take your shirt off, he threw your top onto the floor and touched your smooth skin again. His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, he took it off you as well and let it fall to the floor. Miles smiled as he watched everyone state at you, he placed his large hands on your tits and pulled you into his body. He started to play with your nipples and it made you cry out.

You could see the smirks on everyone’s faces as they watched you whine while being toyed with. Miles' hands then found the hem of your pants, he unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor.

“These are cute,” Miles said as he revealed your panties to the recoms. He grabbed the band of your panties on your hip and let it slap against your skin.

“Now, be a good girl and go apologize to Prager first. He wanted you so badly and he had to see you openly flirting,” Miles said as he slapped your ass as you walked over to Prager.

You sat on Prager’s lap and kissed him; Prager’s hands roamed your body before staying on your hips. He squeezed the flesh of your hips and occasionally your butt, you found yourself naturally rolling your hips into him. You could feel him getting harder and harder, you then got off him to kneel in front of him. You started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants; you pulled out his hard cock. Your hands were so tiny compared to his Na’vi-sized dick; you stroked him a few times before you took him into your mouth.

It was hard to take him into your mouth but you pushed through, his hand grasped at your hair as you sucked him off. He was moaning out lowly as you did the best you could to get as deep as possible, what you couldn’t reach you stroked. Prager was trying to not jerk his hips and start fucking your face but he couldn’t help it, you were just so good. You focused on his head, pushing your tongue onto it and swirling it around. You tried to keep your teeth from hitting his shaft but it was so hard when he was stretching your mouth to its limits. You knew he was close just from the way his thighs twitched and his cock twitched in your mouth.

You pushed him to the back of your throat as he came, it went right down and as you pulled off him, you looked up at him. He was smiling, he looked so blissed out.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Of course, baby,” Prager said stroking your head.

“Don’t be so nice to her. We’re not done here,” Miles said as he walked over to you and picked you up.

Miles placed you down on your stomach on one of the recom-sized tables, your legs dangled helplessly as he held you there with a hand on your back. Lyle walked up next to Miles and kissed your back a few times, his hand then replaced Miles as he stood behind you. He ground his semi-erect cock into your butt before his other hand stroked down your back, landing on your left butt cheek.

“You gonna count ‘em?”

You nodded, “yeah,” you breathed out feeling yourself get more turned on.

His large hand landed a good smack on your butt cheek, it had a good echoing sound.

“One,” you staggered out.

His hand gripped your butt cheek after the smack, his hand rubbed the area as it left your skin coming down again.

“Two.”

You could hear him snickering as he played with your butt cheek a bit before landing a few concurrent slaps to your left cheek.

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

You couldn’t lie, it was starting to hurt. You knew that this is what was supposed to happen, it was supposed to cause a bit of pain. You liked it but their recom size and strength was a bit much, it just felt raw more than painful, but you could still handle it.

“Six,” you whined out as Lyle slapped your butt again.

He was definitely an ass man but also a boob man, this man was just horny and would take what he could get. He loved all bodies, all sizes, and all parts, but he had a favourite, big juicy asses. He loved a nice jiggly butt, nothing was better, he liked getting to slap, squeeze, pinch, fondle, lick, kiss, suck, bite, whatever he could do, he wanted it. That’s why he was perfect for this job, he could get off on watching your butt jiggle as he slapped your butt.

“Seven.”

Lyle hit the same left cheek, you started to lurch forward as he made contact. It was getting to be quite painful but you were almost done, he almost always went to 10. If he tried more, you might stop him, if he would actually stop.

“Eight.”

You squeezed your eyes when Lyle made impact, you were moaning out at every hit. You could also feel how hard Lyle was, he had to be leaking.

“Nine.”

The finish line was so close, one more and you’d be done. You felt the hand on your back move to your hip, that was new. Both his hands then held your hips and he lifted your hips up a bit and that’s when you felt his cock head rubbing through your folds. You didn’t even hear him unzip his pants, He then pushed in as he slapped your left cheek one last time.

“Ten,” you cried out as he pushed a few inches into you.

Your hands tried to grip at the table, your fingertips pressing into the table while your knuckles bent. Your back was trying to arch with no success, Lyle held you in place as he slowly pushed in more and more.

“Feel how hard you made me by just having your ass on display. I guarantee now pussy ass science puke could fuck you like this. Could get as hard as this. Could get as deep as this. Could make you scream out like this.”

He was praising himself as he started to thrust in and out of you, he was praising how good their recom bodies could fuck you. Hoping that you’d never even think about your coworkers ever again, hoping that you’d never even look at another person.

“Lyle, fuck, Lyle,” you reached your hand back for him, “please.”

“Please what, buttercup?”

“More.”

“You got it babe.”

Lyle sped up and went deeper, you moaned out and he smirked. Your forehead hit the table as you cried out, he couldn’t help but get harder at the sight of you soaking up what he was giving you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking deep.”

“You like it baby? I can do more. I can already feel myself inside you.”

Lyle smirked as he kissed your back, you could feel his hand on your stomach just below your navel. Your arm slowly moved down there to feel where his hand was, you could feel his cock poking through your skin. You’d seen it and felt it before but it got you every time, it was so hot to know how they were bulging out of you. it just made you feel so small, it was so hot to feel it, even more so when you’d press on it and you’d hear whoever was in you moan.

Like now, pressed down on your lower stomach had Lyle moaning and grunting, he kept thrusting faster and faster before cumming deep in you. While it felt good and it was hot, you didn’t cum and that was probably their plan for tonight, not stimulate you enough to cum or deny you of it all together.

Lyle pulled out and moved away from you, he then lifted you up and placed you in the lap of Lopez. He already had his cock out, he held onto your hips before helping you to sink down on his thick cock. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as you felt the stretch, nothing helped with the stretch. Even after Lyle just fucked the shit out of you, you still weren’t meant for their large bodies.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby girl,” Lopez said resting his forehead in yours.

He slowly sunk you down further and further until he stopped and started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Your head rested on his shoulder as you cried out, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled your bodies close together.

“Please, please, please, let me cum,” you whined out. You figured begging might help.

“I’m glad you figured it out. Sooner than I thought. Either way, you won’t be cumming for some time,” Miles said from right behind you. You felt him kiss your shoulder after he told you, his plan.

You whined out from Miles' words and from feeling Lopez go in deeper. You knew you had to cum, but you also knew you couldn’t otherwise your punishment would get worse. Your mouth bit into Lopez’s bare shoulder as you focused on not cumming. The grip Lopez had on your body got tighter as you tried your best to follow Miles’ orders.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re gripping me so fucking hard.”

“Well, I’m trying not to cum. You’re just hitting it perfectly.”

He made a particular few thrusts up into you at really stroked your walls beautifully. You moaned out, holding onto him harder as you held back the best you could.

“Miles please let me cum, I can’t hold it back, please.”

“You’re not cumming.”

You knew asking Lopez was futile, he wasn’t going to let you cum anymore than Miles would. You knew that you would just have to hold off, but that was going to be even harder shortly. After Lopez finally came, you felt yourself finally be able to let your body relax, but that didn’t last long.

“You good with going upside down?” Walker asked smirking in your ear. She bit the lobe of your ear lightly as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She lifted you up off Lopez and took you to where she was sitting. She rested your back on her thighs and took your hips lifting them up to her mouth. Your legs straddled her head as she smiled at you between them.

“Wait I can’t, she gonna make me cum. All she does is know how to stimulate. She doesn’t stop till I cum.”

“That’s your problem, honey,” Walker smiled as she attached her mouth to your clit.

Your head pushed back against her knees as you moaned out loudly. Your hands gripped the armrests and your eyebrows furrowed; your mouth was agape as Walker pulled moan after moan from your mouth. It was such a compliment to her to see you stuck in a state like this. However, it didn’t take long before she had you cumming, it was going to happen, and you were already holding back. You were so sensitive, it didn’t matter, any stimulation was going to get you to cum.

Walker slurped at your pussy as she took everything you gave her.

“I hope you enjoyed that. Because you’re in for it now.”

You stared up at Miles, you could see how much his hard cock was pushing his pants out from your position. You could feel yourself getting more turned on. Miles picked you up and laid you back on the table from earlier. He more or less dropped you and held you on your back. He snarled as he watched you squirm under his large hand, his jaw moved from side to side.

He was planning how he wanted to abuse your poor pussy.

One thing you learned about him was he enjoyed eye contact. If he was eating you out, he’d stare at you and you better be staring back. Same with when you gave him head, on top of that, while fucking he also wanted to see your eyes. You couldn’t close them from pain or pleasure, you had to keep them on his. He made you stare at him as he unbuttoned his pants, he kept eye contact with you as he roughly pushed into you. He pushed all of his length into you in one go, it made you moan out loudly. You have been prepared well enough but it still stung and especially just from how he just pushed it all inside. He was bottomed out and he was one of the longer and thicker ones. He started to thrust into you right away, he took no prisoners either.

He was merciless, he lifted a leg to rest it on the table to get better leverage to fuck you deeper. Your small hands clawed at his back; you were in pain but it felt so good. Miles was deep inside, he was fast and normally at this point, you’d just lay your hand on your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock outlined in your skin. You couldn’t your body was so wound up, he was stimulating you so much, you just gripped onto his skin.

Your abs were so tightly restricted, you were just constantly being overstimulated. Your eyes fought to stay open to stare into his as he fucked you, all you wanted to do was close your eyes and throw your head back. You fought with yourself to keep from letting your body feel the pleasure, you had to keep your eyes open. Not to mention, even if you begged, he probably wouldn’t have let you cum.

“Miles, Miles, please, I can’t. I have to cum.”

“You will wait till I do then I will let you.”

You sighed out in protest, you could barely hold it, you wanted to cum now. You knew he wouldn’t be too much longer but still, you had to cum now. You felt him twitch, he was close he had to be, it was light there was light at the end of the tunnel. He came deep inside you; you cried out as it just filled you up.

“Miles, please, can I cum?”

His sharp deep thrusts didn’t stop, “have at it, cupcake.”

It only took a second after he finished his sentence for you to cry out while cumming. Your body moved on its own, your eyes squeezed shut and the top of your head hit the table. It was probably one of the most intense orgasms the recoms have ever given your human body. Miles kissed your sternum a few times before pulling out, Ja was quick to pick your tired and spent body up and place you in his arms. He sat down with your body resting on his, he was grounding you by rubbing at your back and running a hand through your hair.

“Don’t you want to get off too?”

“No, baby. You’ve done too much. Your body is tired and probably sore. We can wait,” Ja said to you.

“But I’ve taken you all before?”

“Yeah, that was when you were taking two or three of us at once and we didn’t make you hold your orgasms. You rest, we have all the time in the world,” Zdog said butting in to kiss your tired and sweaty face.

[whxre-bxby]

I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you. 

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you. 

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand. 

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room. 

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on. 

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different. 

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you. 

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now. 

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill. 

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands. 

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related. 

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room. 

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to. 

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you. 

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting. 

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance. 

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside. 

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that. 

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage. 

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment. 

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself. 

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.” 

His words confuse you. 

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him. 

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions. 

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down. 

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you. 

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore. 

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way. 

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle. 

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further. 

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back. 

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you. 

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it. 

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

“What are you-” 

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice. 

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him. 

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense. 

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep. 

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself. 

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached. 

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet. 

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body. 

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him. 

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you. 

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe. 

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself. 

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself. 

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be. 

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you. 

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him. 

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl. 

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him. 

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point. 

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things. 

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’. 

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you. 

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you. 

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you. 

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react. 

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it. 

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you. 

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why. 

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice. 

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands. 

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer. 

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t. 

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff. 

You shake your head ‘no’. 

“Makin’ you mine.” 

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you. 

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories. 

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible. 

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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

[iliketangerines]

exhibitionism/voyeurism

a/n: oh my lord i'm so tired rn

pairing: recom!quaritch x afab!human!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), bondage, orgasm denial, humiliation kink (?)

your face burns as Quaritch paces around you, his boots echoing across the hard floor, and your breath hitches as his fingers brush along your bare thigh

he has you strung up from the ceiling, the ropes being the only thing supporting your weight, your legs spread wide apart with your calves tied to your thighs, and your arms are secured behind you

you had watched every step, every knot, every cross section, and you had tried to keep your gaze averted from the other recoms watching you until he finally put the blindfold on you

you can hear Quaritch walk to the front of you and then he stops, and there’s a stretch of silence as you await nervously, slightly twitching in your bondage

and then his thumb presses against your lips, and you eagerly take it into your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing against your tongue and making you melt into the ropes

the recoms behind him move in their seats, restless at the sight of you so submissive and obedient for them

Quaritch ignores their shuffling and the sound of zippers, simply letting you wet him tongue with your spit, and he doesn’t pull his hand away until you’ve fully soaked his thumb

you whine when he pulls away his thumb, eager for more, and he shushes you, telling you that he’s got a show to put on

he walks around you once more, fingers tracing your bare body, and it sends shivers throughout you as you follow his path through his fingers touching every part of you: your arm, the back of your neck, your thigh

the other recoms are growing restless, their small groans and stifled grunts filling the room as Quaritch circles you one more time and then stops behind you

one hand comes around your waist and skims over your stomach, and he brings his fingers down and spreads your pussy folds, presenting you to the recoms in front of you

he asks if you’re a darling sight, and all of them mumble out their agreements

you burn with embarrassment, but the ropes prevent your thighs from twitching together and hiding just how wet you are

the colonel only laughs, his body pressing into yours as he keeps you spread for the others to watch, and his other hand comes around you to cup your chest

his deft fingers pinch at the nipple harshly, and you gasp, pussy clenching around nothing, earning a collective groan from the recoms

you squirm in your bondage, and Quaritch tells you to relax, his voice low and raspy as he plays with your chest, fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive nub until it was puffy and swollen

never once does he touch you where you need him most, and your pussy can only drool and clench uselessly around nothing, needy for something to fuck it

your want drips onto the floor, and you can hear the slick sounds of themselves masturbating, Lyle’s familiar grunt, Z-dog’s soft sigh, Prager’s sharp huff of breath

behind you, Quaritch switches his hands to give your other nipple the same exact treatment, sending your mind spiraling as you want and need climbs within you

you need him to touch you, to fuck you, to do anything else but touch your chest, and you let out a whiny please, hips bucking into the air to try and lure him into pleasuring you

he hums, as if contemplating your plea, his hand on your chest never once stopping in its torture, and then he leans down and says to tell everyone what you’re begging for

your body squirms in frustration, still embarrassed by the whole situation, how helpless and desperate you are for their touch, and you keep your lips sealed

Quaritch only hums at your shyness and says that you’re not getting anything else until you learn how to properly beg

a whine escapes your throat as he moves his hand from your folds to simply rest atop your clit, unmoving with any pressure, pleasure just a simple action away

you try to grind against his fingers, for any type of friction, but he simply moves with you, preventing you from receiving any modicum of pleasure

frustrated tears stain your blindfold, and you let out a pitiful whimper as you try to gather the courage to beg for all of them

small pathetic sounds escape from you as you whimper, trying to quell the nervousness in your stomach, and you finally speak

your voice cracks as you beg, saying that you want him to make you cum

Quaritch shouts to the recoms asking if you deserve to cum, and they all shout back a resounding no, sending tears down your cheeks

he leans down, a lazy smirk no doubt on his face, and he whispers to you saying that you’ll have to do better than that

your arms tense and struggle as you try and wriggle out of the bondage uselessly, and you whine once more, turning your head to the side as if that would hide you from their prying gaze

his fingers still presses against your clit unmoving, and even his hand on your chest had stopped, leaving you without any sort of stimulation at all

it’s driving you insane, the seconds stretching into what felt like hours, the end goal just in sight but yet so far from you as you chased it

finally, in a quiet voice, barely a whisper, you whimper that you need him, need him to satisfy your greedy pussy, need them to fuck you until you couldn’t anymore

Quaritch chuckles and tells you to speak up, that they couldn’t hear you, and you whimper, knowing full well that they could hear you with their new bodies

but you get louder, whimpering that you need them, need them to make you cum, please, you need them to fuck you so bad, adding on a quiet please on the end

the colonel ask them if you deserved it, and they shout back sounds of agreement, their panting filling the air as they stare at you and touch themselves

Quaritch chuckles and laughs, finally moving the rough pads of his fingers against your clit, and you gasp and moan, hips rutting against him

pleasure crashes into you much too fast, overwhelming your senses, and you keen, back arching off his back as you shake in your bondage, mind going blank as your body shakes with the stimulation it was craving

all too soon you cum, so desperate for his touch that you hadn’t noticed how worked up you had gotten, and Quaritch almost seems to jolt in surprise that you had cum so quickly

pleasure whips through you, ripping through your every sense, and then Quaritch removes his fingers from your clit, sending your orgasm into a screeching halt

a whiny complaint escapes from you as you ask him why he stopped, and he growls and says that you had come without their permission

an apology flies from your mouth almost immediately, you still need to cum, still so desperate to cum, and Quaritch sighs and tuts at you, asking the other recoms if you should be punished for nor following the rules

a mixed answer arises from them, and he hums, circling his fingers around your clit slowly, never once touching where you need him, making you pant and whimper

he asks Walker in a low voice if you deserve to be punished for not answering his question, for not asking for permission before you came, and she doesn’t miss a beat, saying that you had broken the rules and that you should be punished

you have no time to react before Quartich brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing it in tight fast circles, and he brings his voice to your ear, purring in a low voice as he wonders aloud how many times you think he could bring you to the edge until you passed out

your mind spins with the realization and splits into a fog as Quaritch once again pulls his fingers from you right before you cum

a whine and plea escapes from your throat, but he simply ignores it, giving you a few seconds to calm down before ruthlessly assaulting you with pleasure

by the end of the night, a puddle of your desperation pools underneath you and tears stain your blindfold

[marymary-diva17]

Where is she (2)

Miles quaritch x ex wife reader + spider and recoms

Miles and his team were on a mission to avenge you and the death, that had fallen upon you from Jake sully and his navi friends. None of them had yet to see they are being used by Parker and that the whole military and them had been lied about your so called death. Right now that was something to handled later, as right now you were in the forest with your son along with nephews and nieces.It seems like no one knew that this day was going to change everything for everyone one and life might never be the same.

Y/n " tuk don't wonder to far"

tuk " yes aunt y/n"

y/n " good sweetie I don't wish to cut off your fun but we have to be careful"

tuk " yes auntie" tuk smiled towards you as she went to chase some fan lizards, making you smile as you went back to doing your work.

y/n "come on let go find your siblings and cousins I hope they are not getting in trouble" you soon started walking toward where the older kids had ran off to be, placing a comforting hand on tuk back as you walking with her. All the sully kids had become your nieces and nephews as you are best friends with Jake and neytiri, they as well become uncle and aunt to spider.

tuk " auntie y/n is it true you were once married like my daddy and mama" you were shocked by tuk question but you knew you had to give her some type of answer.

y/n " yes I was once married like you dad and mom but I lost him, many years ago"

tuk " oh I'm sorry auntie I heard uncle norm and daddy talking about you and him"

y/n " it okay honey there no need to worry everything is fine" tuk smiled towards you she felt bad but once, she heard it wad okay she was happy again. You soon heard yelling and laughing it was definitely your son and the other kids.

tuk " we found them auntie we found them"

y/n " well go join them sweetie and see what they are doing" tuk soon ran off to join the older kids you soon reach, the area to see the kids swimming in the water and running under a water fall.

y/n " hello kiddos it seems like you all are having a wonderful time" s

spider " hey mom" you smile looking at your son as he had pushed lo'ak into the water. the kids seem to be having a good time soon kiri came out of the water and walked towards you.

kiri " hello auntie"

y/n " hello my sweet girl have you kids been having a good time"

kiri " yes we bene having a good time swimming and seeing what the, great mother has to offer us" kiri had a very close bond with lo'ak and spider as all three three had five finger and eyebrows. They were able to bond over that and become friends when other kids didn't wish to play with them.

kiri " tuk be careful"

tuk " I'm being careful kiri" you smile and shake your head a the four children played in the water a bit longer, it made you happy to see them still being kids and not letting the war effect them.

y/n " as much I wish for you kids to have fun all day we most head home before night fall, we don't need everyone worry about you guys"

sully kids " yes auntie"

spider " yes mom"

y/n " come children come we should be heading home now" the kids soon got out of the water and after drying off, them and you soon headed back home.

y/n " well come on and if we are lucky maybe we will find some adventure on our way home, and it will be good to see what new moves you kids came up with for climbing and running" Lo'ak and spider had ran ahead of the group racing each other.

lo'ak " aunt y/n" you soon heard lo'ak calling you and soon ran toward him and spider as they were kneeling down and looking at something.

y/n " what the matter" you ran toward the two as they were looking at something, you soon spot it and what you saw a massive shot print.

loak “ it to big to be a human shoe”

spider “ then it most be a avatar shoes”

loak “ it can’t be they don’t do that far and, some of them don’t ware shoes outside that much anymore”

y/n “ come on we have to get home right now” the children soon took off running with you, as you were looking out of danger.

y/n “ get down here kids loak call your dad” the children hide down low as you heard something coming towards the family.

loak “ dad said he coming with the others”you had nodded your head and soon you heard Tuk screaming.

???? “ drop your weapons drop them” you soon saw avatar in RDA uniform holding weapons, and yelling at the group. These avatar are holding the kids hostage but failed to see you, and watching your son and nieces and nephew being held by the rda made your blood boil.

????? " Three teens and kid colonel" you were looking at the rda and their faces were faces that you knew so well, you are looking at them but saw one of them coming near your son.

????? " where is Jake sully toruk makto"

y/n "let them go" you were pointing a arrow that these rda as they all looked at you, as you stand there your voice had gotten them off guard.

y/n " I said let them go or you will see mt rage if any harm comes to them ... so let them go now"

quaritch " y/n"

y/n " quaritch" you were looked at your so called dead husband as she soon. let lo'ak go and soon walked towards you, he was shocked to see you are alive and well.

quaritch " how is this real you are supposed to be dead"

y/n " free the children now"

mansk " the kids are free to go" the recoms soon let the kdis go as they ran towards you, and you had check on them each looking over them.

y/n " good you are all okay thank you great mother" you were looking that the recoms you dead husband and dead friends were now alive.

z-dog " how are you alive they told us you were dead"

tuk " she not dead she alive"

Lopez " look at those three kids hands they have human DNA in them"

spider " don't touch us and don touch her"

quaritch " easy there kid we know her" quaritch was trying to grab your hand and feel if you were real, he touch you finger tips and knew you are real.

tuk " auntie"

y/n " don't worry my love come on you all are coming with us"

lyle " okay"

lo'ak " dropp the weapon and leave them" the recoms looked at each other and soon at the boy who was ordering them around.

y/n " do what he says or when the other comes it will look bad" the rocks dropped their weapon and looked at you, they so badly wanted to hug you and talk with you.

y/n " now come we most leave now before night time comes and none of you will make it" you soon took off home with the recoms and the kids. None of you all will reach home when a call had been made getting everyone attention.

y/n " well I hope you all can explain yourself to the clan and Jake sully"

quaritch " wait what happing" soon the recoms had been shocked when many warriors soon came out of nowhere and soon surrendered the recoms.

neytiri " children" neytiri ran towards all the children and you checking up on all of them, and being followed by neteyam.

tuk " mama we are okay auntie made sure we were safe and made these soldiers drop their weapons"

neytiri " y/n"

y/n " I'm okay"

quaritch : hello miss sully it good to see you are alive ad I'm guessing these kids are you ... wow you and Jake have been busy" neytiri looked at the demon man and soon pushed you and the children behind her.

neytiri " demon I will make you die again if you come near any of these children and y/n ... you have done enough harm"

Jake " neytiri"

y/n " Jake"

Jake " so you all are alive my son was not lying" The recoms were looking at Jake he had changed as well, it had been many years since everyone last saw each other.

quaritch " it good to see you again Jake sully"

Jake " no more words from you now come we will bring you with us, we head home now everyone" the group soon headed home as the recoms were confuses about everything that was going on, soon reaching the home tree and the recoms were hissed that by all the adults.

neytiri " children head home now" the kids knew there was no fighting and soon headed home, as you were attending the meeting that was happening.

Jake " how are you all alive you dead fifteen years ago and now you are back here"

quaritch " the rda had some chips with our memories and after a while we came back from the dead in navi bodies"

neytiri " demons"

y/n " so how long has you all been back from the dead"

quaritch " for a day when we were told it had bene fifteen years it was shock to us all"

y/n " so you were sent to hunt down Jake and everyone else so the rda can take, over the planet and destroy all it wonder and beauty"

lyle " yes but we also came to get revenge for you"

norm " revenge for y/n why" everyone was looking at the recoms as they ere standing there explaining themselves.

z-dog " we told you were killed my Jake and navi they your own friends and navi had betrayed you, and it lead to you death"

quaritch " your death and the death of our unborn child"

y/n " that was lie Parker has lied to you all the rda almost killed me and my son, but I lived as the navi saved my life and you came here to harm them"

lyle " we meant no harm we thought we were getting revenge for you, we thought we lost you you are special to us"

y/n " oh lyle"

mo'at " it seems like these former husband have been given, a second chance now we most teach them out ways in exchange they will help us as well"

navi elder " no we shouldn't help them"

mo'at " I know we all have out own feelings about them but one of them is y/n mate and she a member of the clan ... so we most offer them help"

navi elder 2 " it will be her decision if she chose for them to stay or leave"

y/n " them coming here and dropping their weapon has deemed them a failure to the rda, sending them awya will be cruel and they still hold a special place in my heart"

Jake " then it agreed one but they will be watched closely as we don't need them causing anymore issues for any of us"

neytiri " I will let this decision happen as I owe so much to you y/n. but one wrong move against you or the children and I will fight back"

y/n " thank you neytiri" the meeting was called to end and you soon started taking the recoms to where they will be living, none of them were saying anything.

y/n " you all will be staying here it big enough for all of you"

quaritch " thank you so much"

y/n " my home is a few feet away so if anything happens call me for help"

z-dog " yes"

y/n " there will be some change for clothes for you all to wear, as you will need to get rid to these they smell horrible"

lopez " it good tp have our girl back with us"

quaritch " y/n I was wondering if we can talk there as been so much, left unsaid between us both"

y/n " yes that ie true but you ...."

????? " mom" everyone soon got quite when they heard a teenage boy voice, everyone soon turn around and saw the teen boy from early today.

y/n " spider"

spider " I came to see you when aunt neytiri told me you will be home, what are they doing here did you come to hurt my mom"

y/n " no my son everything is fine there no need to worry"

mansk " I most be getting my hearing right or misunderstanding words but did he call you mom"

y/n " yes spider is my son he is fifteen years old born shortly after the war"

quaritch " wait he your kid ... he my kid you had a boy"

y/n " yes I was going to tell you but you had left caring more about the war and human greed" quaritch was looking at you as you stood there with with your hands on spider shoulder.

quaritch " hello spider ... should I call you son or kid" spider looked at quaritch and said nothing, as there was dead silence.

spider " mom I'm going inside I can start on the cooking fire" you had nodded your head as spider soon walked off and into the home, leaving you with your former husband and friends.

y/n " There is some fruit waiting inside for you all to eat and the dried out meat, it will be good and keep you well feed until tomorrow"

z-dog " thank you we have some food as well that can maintain us well"

y/n " okay I will see you all tomorrow if anything comes up plase come find me or speak to me tomorrow" there was nothing else need to be said as the recoms soon walked inside their home, you help them with a few other things before you left for home. It seems like miles and the recoms wish to speak more to you, but it was to late as you were gone maybe they will have a better chance in the morning.

[nesaluvstherecoms]

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Y/N, a military prodigy, raised and trained in the Marine Corps, opens her eyes to a new life as a Recombinant. Her purpose is one and one only; being General Frances Ardmore’s right hand in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity’s future home on Pandora, including eliminating resisting natives. There’s only one problem; Y/N’s predecessor has never been on Pandora. Despite this challenge, Y/N seems to face a bigger issue. She’s surrounded by incompetent idiots. The biggest idiot in question seems to be someone among her own ranks. Miles Quaritch. Even with his rank as a Colonel, Quaritch still manages to screw up his biggest mission, ruining Y/N’s and Ardmore’s hard work in the process. With it being her job, Y/N has to find a way to go about this incompetent asshole, including dealing with his unchecked attitude, inability to successfully complete a single mission, impulsive decisions and his absolute lack of professionalism. Miles on the other hand wishes this damn woman would just die. She suddenly appeared one day, charmed Ardmore, got promoted to Major General, and now she thinks she can steal all the authority he had on base, run her rude ass mouth, give him shit about every single mission and boss him around like he’s her personal bitch? Who the fuck does she think she is? They both thought the natives would be their biggest enemies, but with each other among their own ranks, they’re starting to change their minds.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dark themes, warfare, guns, typical military violence, heavy sexual activity (smut), forced neural bond (tsaheylu), identity crisis, death, injuries, PTSD, etc.

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ:

This is an enemies to lovers fic.

Y/N and Miles are both comfortable with engaging in sexual activities with the same gender.

Kind of a slow burn.

There are a lot of OCs because I needed more Marines and RDA personnel.

The male Na’vi in this fic have sheath folds because you cannot tell me those fuckers have their cocks out and their crotches are still flatter than my kitchen table.

For chapters with smut, dark themes or heavy triggers I will add warnings.

Recom logo header and dividers are mine, please credit if you use them.

This work is also on AO3, under the username: @nesaluvstherecoms

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬

✮ ᴜɴɪᴛ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ ✮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐒𝐒𝐃𝐃

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕: 𝐆𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐼𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈…

[timetravellingshinigami]

I'm so sorry for this 😭

[villainsimpqueen]

Medical Incubus

Recom Ja x Male Researcher Recom Reader

(ALL MY FICS ARE 18+ MDNI)

Warnings- Smut, blow jobs. Semi-public. Truck blowjobs.

Requested by: A friend.

It was not often when you had to leave BridgeHead for outside research, but when your team did have to leave base the RDA always ensured security.

Your research team had just discovered a new parasite on the east side of Pandora where the forest merges with marshlands. The parasite seemed to be high in medical properties that the RDA wanted to explore by making mediceuticals to transport back to earth. You knew that they would then have an earthian team further divide the strains for different classes' income, the poor getting the weakest. Sometimes you wish your work would help everyone without being another large company's pocket change.

Your team was already packed and heading out to head to the marshlands. Your security team was a few members from the Phoenix project, recombinant soldiers. You tried not to stare at them as you walked past them with the rest of your team, it was a strange yet fascinating sight to see others the same as you.

inhuman.

Yet more advanced to be simple Avatars.

Your eyes would move over each soldier as you walked past, one bald with shades on, another with a bandanna on his head, a chick with a mohawk that fed into a braid, the last one being closer to the truck, sporting a medical vest and a cap.

His bright green eyes moved over you for a moment before he gave a curt nod. You pressed your lips together in a short smile before loading onto the truck sitting beside the other members of your team researchers.

“Let's get moving!” One of the soldiers called before the truck shook with them loading up on the outside seats in the truck bed.

You turned to look out of the window looking between the sitting recoms to see how they sat. One moved to sit on the roof of the truck making a snort leave you as you turned back to focus on the briefing between your teammates.

The task at the hand should be simple. Head into the marshlands waist deep and collect water samples and analyze them to see if parasites were gathered. You were tasked to at least gather ten mg of parasites.

The extra security was there simply to keep the research team safe from wild animals and hostile Na'vi.

The soldiers watched as your team suited up in rubber suits before each one of you all started walking into the marshlands to gather what you came to the marshes for.

You happened to pair up with a teammate you were close with and the both of you focused on your jobs like you should've.

“They're quite fine, in a freshly turned alien way.” Your work friend spoke, making you smirk and steal glances at the soldiers.

Well….mostly focused on work.

“The medic for sure.” You commented on as your eyes found their way to the golden eyed baseball cap wearing recom.

“You think he got hair under there?” Your friend teased about his cap making you roll your eyes.

“I'm sure he does.” You had responded.

“Mmmm i don't know he might be cat fishing under that cap.” they mused as they pulled out a sample from the water running the analysis scans over them.

Your eyes moved over the medic again, stopping on the tight shirt that he was wearing. You bit your tongue as you could faintly make out nipple piercings under his shirt and looked back to your so called work shaking your head.

“I don't think it matters.” You spoke after a few moments of silence.

You could feel your friend stare at you for a moment.

“You gonna tap his ass?” They asked with a smirk growing and you tried to not feel the heat on your cheeks as you looked at your sample as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Please ... .if anything he'd bring me down” You spoke softly trying not to take in your friends' laughs as mockery.

The rest of the time so far in the marshes was going well, at least you had thought…It wasn't until the soldiers started yelling shouting orders for all researchers to get out of the water and onto the shore the three of you and your friend were off guard.

You both didn't even spare each other a glance as you both took the hell off to the shore lines.

You flinched as you heard a bullet fly past your head making your heart jump towards your throat.

Water splashing widely beside you and you heard the ringing of a yelp from your friend making you turn your head to see that they had vanished. Your heart quickened as you felt your blood starting to become thicker as if you slowly started to freeze.

Shouting became a haze as you stared at the rippling water of where your friend had once been. Your breathing is sharpening in your ear.

Another bullet flew by your face.

Tour chest started heaving up and down in a harsh pattern, your ears slicking back as your pupils started to shrink as bubbles started to drag away from the ripples.

Your friend being taken.

You let out a shout when your arm wrapped around you and you felt your body being lifted, your head spinning as you heaved when your stomach fell onto something hard, confusion forming as if something was moving, bullets still flying past you.

Whatever was holding you you clung to them, your claws digging through their shirt and into your back, you could hear a growl and hiss but it fell on deaf ears as you saw the ripples of the water grow the water forming over something large and all you could see teeth as more bullets spread through the air.

The grip around you tightening as they mustve finally got to solid land as the shift of their shoulder digging into your stomach got harsher.

You had let out a groan, there were more shouts and your word spinned more as you were set down into something, the force of being thrown down causing you to fall into the hardness of the truck bed making you let out a wheeze.

“Shit..sorry..” Someone muttered as a hand grabbed your work shirt yanking you back up, your world of tree canopy shifting to bright golden eyes and a half drenched man with a baseball cap.

You stared up at him, and he must have taken in the look on your face or the possibility that you were in shock because his hand made place against your cheek rapping against it a few times making you blink and inhale a sharp breath as you started to process what had happened.

“Hey..You're okay..Alright? Stay with me.” His voice carried way to your ears making them perk up as you look back to golden eyes. The man smiled at you, his lips pulling upwards revealing his longer k-9s in the process.

“Hey, you with me man?” He asks you again and you hesitantly nod clearing your throat.

“My friend…” You whispered you didn't want to seem weak but the fact that you were just joking with your friend to them vanishing from sight…it weighed on you.

“Hey, don't focus on that.” The soldier spoke again, making you look up at him.

“Just focus on me for right now.”

You knew he meant in the context of ignoring the death of your friend. to ground yourself.

stable your mind.

But shock was a hell of a drug.

Your eyes moved on him, focusing on him alright as you took in his soaked shirt against his chest, how the drenched thing hugged tightly against his well defined chest and chiseled abs. Ypu dont know who the hell designed hid recombinant body, but fuck…

They cooked with it.

Your eyes focused and shamefully narrowed in on his nipple piercings once again, and you swallowed thickly, ears perking up more and you felt your tail move twitching against the truck bed.

Your ears flinched as you heard a chuckle leave him and your eyes flicked back to golden eyes and a flaring nose.

The soldier's ears flicked up as well as he stared down at you.

“Not exactly what I meant.” He spoke again, his voice straining with a huskyness as if he was holding back a growl as he stared into your own eyes.

You were ashamed of the noise you let out at it as your face warmed and darken, a shiver moving down your spine shamefully to the tip of your tail which was swaying more on the truck bed.

“What's your name?” He asked tilting his head at you, his eyes narrowing pupils darken in a way that made you feel a rush to your lower abdomen. Your throat tightening again as you fought the urge to swallow as you had to remind yourself to recollect yourself.

“y/n, Im Y/n '' You answered his question as you took in the look on his face how his thick eyebrows furrowed some before his eyes slid away from you mostly to observe something else before they slid back over entirely on top of you.

“Well y/n, Why don't I give you some well needed medical attention in the truck.” He spoke there was confidence in his tone and your eyes slightly widened at the boldness of his words.

You should refuse.

you both could get caught.

Your team and HIS team were still around.

“I…auh.” You started as you too looked around, whatever it was that had attacked had seemed to leave, your research team seemed focused on other matters. Perhaps your dead coworker.

You shouldn't, you should join them.

But your eyes found back to the soldier and your head moved on its own accord, nodding towards him.

You watched as his arm flexed as it moved towards you, a finger lifting your face up to look up at him.

“Need your words Dr. y/n.” He spoke sharply and fuck you were going to hell for the way your body trembled ny them.

“Yes…I want your medical attention.” You spoke up to him, consenting to the temptations he was offering you.

The cure to your schocken state.

And you were going to hell for it.

He had led you inside of the truck, its dark tinted windows keeping it unknown you were both entering it. His hands move quickly, finding their way onto your body and moving to slide up your work shirt. The wetness of the shirt was not bothering as it exposed your stomach chest to the man. One of his knees finding place between your legs as he guides you to lay down on the seats of the truck.

You shivered under his calloused hands and groaned when he pressed his knee into your groin.

How pathetic you felt to already be so hard after just a few touches.

Yet the soldier did not chastise you as his lips found their way against your neck, moving down like his hands were on your chest, finger pads dancing on your nipples making a noise leave your throat.

A sharp intake of air had his hands gliding down to your pants. The trail of his lips reaching your collar bone before his teeth slightly dug into your skin making a moan leave you. Your eyes fluttering shut before they fluttered open as his movements stopped, his lips leaving your collarbone and your eyes meeting with his golden ones.

“Names Ja by the way.” He mutters out to you before he moved to press his lips harshly against yours making you shudder under him your hands find their way to his clothed chest, fingers curling around drenched fabric and twisting as you let out a whine as you bundled up the shirt in need to take it off. You felt the chuckle he let out vibrate on your lips as he broke the kiss and sat up on his knees before taking off his shirt exposing that chiseled chest of his, and perky pierced nipples of his to you.

and fuck wasnt he a pretty sight to behold.

A boldness fulling you as you moved up supporting yourself with your hands reaching behind you as you brought your lips around one of his nipples lightly suckking on it and swirling your tongue around it. You heard a hiss withdraw from him before rough fingers found way into your hair in a tight grip as he pulled your head closer to his chest smashing your face into his peck.

His knee moved to spread your legs apart more before his pelvis took in its place.

You let out a moan around his nipple as he began to grind his hard on against your own.

The friction between the both of you was glorious, and while his pants held back a lot of him, you could clearly tell he wasn't small by any means making you nearly drool around his nipple.

Your head was yanked back by your hair before his lips found place against your puffy lines, his tongue diving into your mouth curling and coiling around yours like a snake.

His grinding stops for a moment making a pitiful sound leaving you but the feeling of his hands fighting against your pants button making your dick throb heavily with more excitement.

He yanked down your pants and underwear to your mid thigh freeing your dick from its confinements and you were only temporarily exposed to chilled air before his heat filled hand found its way around the exposed appendage. You let a shuttering gasp into his mouth as his hand began to pump around your dick, slowly dragging upwards before quickly jerking down pressing into your swelling balls making you whine and try to buck into his hand. His other hand finding way to your hip where he squeezed your hip bone tightly pressing your pelvis back down holding you in place refusing you any moment to thrust and buck into his hand as he dragged it back up against every vein and ridge to the tip where he gentle twisted his hand around it making you mewl into his mouth before mufflung crying as his hand would jerk back down to the base of your shaft. He would repeat this seeming not to care if he brought you ecstasy and torment for more with each hand movement, each squeeze and twist of his hand.

Your stomach clenching as a burning began to form with each pump of his hand, his lips leaving yours to attack your neck moving down to your collarbone ones again his lips encasing around it and sucking forcing blood to pool and burst under your skin before he moved down to the top of your chest to your perking nipple before encasing it with his lips and tongue.

Your gasps and moans only encourage him downwards, his teeth nipping at your bottom rib causing a sharp take of air from you before he licked down to your pubis.

His tongue left your skin only to feel his hand glide down to the base of your twitching dick.

The heat of his breath tickled your tip for a second before the heat of his mouth and silvia was gliding down.

“Fuck!” You brokenly cried out your hands scrambling to hold something, knocking his cap back from him as your hands found slicked back curls.

So he did have hair…

Your guilt grew for a second before you felt his throat constrict around your dick making you choke.

Guilt forgotten quickly as he began to bob his head, his lips gliding against your dick like a sin. Tongue cupping and swirling against every vein and ridge, swirling at the tip as he raised his head upwards only to force it down and the tip of your self pressing into the back of his throat.

You cried out as your nails dug into the skin of his head.

His hands moving to your thighs holding them tightly as he moved them to halfass be on either side of his head your jeans pressing into his throat as he buried his face into your pelvis.

Your cries being a mantra of melodies to the incubus that was determined to drain you as his head bobbed more quickly. His nails digging into your thighs finally allow you the freedom to buck and thrust into his mouth. Your fingers were losing color due to how hard you were clawing at his skull as you thrusted into his throat, the sound of his choking had worried you and you tried pulling away only to feel his hand move to your hip and pull your pelvis up forcing you deeper into his throat.

You let out a groan before you move your hips thrusting back into his mouth, finding a rhythm that sent you beyond any heaven, his choking noises soon joined with vibrations on your dick that made your hips jerk and tremble. His throat constriction as broken purrs made way to your ears making you whine as your hips jerked off patterned.

Dick throbbing and twitching as the tension in your lower abdomen bursting like a bullet from a barrel of a gun.

Your cum shooting down into his throat his only warning was the high pitched whine you let out a second before, You had expected him to jerk away, refusing such luxury.

But Ja had not. Instead he fully sunk your dick down his throat and you felt every muscle in his throat flex and move around you as he swallowed your load with nothing but grace.

You were a panting mess as you felt his mouth and tongue glide off of your over sensitive and twitching dick, your vision spotty but met with the brightest gold you ever seen.

His eyes brighter than the sun as his lips pulled into a smirk showing off those perfect white k-9s as his tongue swiped the bottom of his lip licking away your cum that had dared escape the incubus in front of you.

“I assist you well now.” He speaks cockiness in his tone as his eyes move over your body in pride.

You sputtered for words as you watched him grab his drench shirt sliding it back on and fitting his cap back on as he opened the door of the truck sliding out his body blocking the view of your half naked body as he eyed you.

Your eyes eyeing him and wandering down to the bulge in his pants, drool puddling in your mouth as you could have swore you saw it twitch under your gaze. A chuckle made you look back at him with wide wanting lustful eyes.

“Back on base you can assist me, right Dr. Y/n.” His voice had a teasing bite and a quick fart of your eyes had you nodding profusely.

Watching at how Ja smirked widely before he nodded, tipping his hat before he stepped back and shut the truck door leaving you alone panting in the scent of foreplay heavy in the truck.

You brought your hands to your face, rubbing it before quickly snatching your pants back up trying to get adjusted and get out of the truck before you caught a mess. As you tried not to let shame fill you as you finally regrouped with the surviving lot of your coworkers your head was on the upcoming scenario of you giving “medical assistance” to the recom soldier in the cap.

[la-imp]

AVATAR RECOM HEADCANONS - INTRO

Recoms!Deja Blu Unit - Science"Puke"! Reader

This is my first headcanon series and I am incredibly nervous because there are so many good ones out there already. I have read quite a few amazing headcanon series by various blogs who practically carry the whole Avatar Fanfic scene, which I am really grateful for! I know these sorts of scenarios have been done a lot by now, but I wanted to get one out and put my own spin on it. I hope to write more and update this series as well as take in requests, one-shots, etc, expanding on the characters as much as I can. I hope you enjoy! Avatar has consumed my life, lol...

Disclaimer: I do not own AVATAR, nor do I own its creative properties and original characters. I do, however, own the 'reader' character as well as other created figures that do not appear in the Avatar films, video games, or comic books. Characters involved: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Alexander Ja, Mansk, Zdindarsk aka Z-Dog, Zhang, Lopez, Fike, Warren, Walker, Prager, Brown - mentions of Jake Sully

Plot Summary: The story takes place during the events of TWOW, right before the great reef battle. I won't spoil any crucial plot details (for those who haven't watched the movie yet), so I'll end it there. The reader is a militant medic with a biochemistry background, now assigned special care to ensure Project Phoenix's success. As their body chemistry is quite different and unique from that of humans, they require some help getting used to their new vessel. This is where you come in... and boy... you were not prepared for this. A bunch of Na'vi Human hybrids at the peak of their prime, fuelled by hormonal rage, primal instincts, and a knack for vengeance, they sure as hell turned your daily life topsy turvy. To them, you were nothing more than another science puke here to bore them out of their minds,  even though you had some military training as well. It is up to you to show them otherwise. To earn a place in their ranks.

Will (y/n) be able to handle this task or eventually fold like the others?

Warning(s): Cursing - Mild bullying - Negging - Foul language - Playful flirting

Content: SFW (Minors DNI) The reader is human and female. I plan to write specific headcanons for each individual character, but this was just a very long and detailed starter in order to get the ball rolling. Also this is not proof-read, so take this with a grain of salt. Happy reading! (also English is not my first language, so please bear with me) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hailing from a gentle background of academics and artists, you've decided to take a completely different route from what your family had destined for you. Going against their wishes and dissapointing a few members here and there was a price you were willing to pay in order to fulfill a lifelong dream. The prize of independence. Or perhaps you were tired of people telling you what you could and couldn't do. The idea of an adventure, exploring new worlds and galaxies, far far away from home was far more attractive than spending your years trying to fix a dying planet. But you also had a knack for helping and aiding those in need. Being a healer with a vast background of medicine and herbs only came natural to you. And as you graduated top of your class, you sought a new challenge. So you joined the space force. Military training was hard but you managed adquedately.  And as you finally becamea full-fledged medic, you signed a contract with the RDA to be shipped off to Pandora.

Save to say, the six years of light-year travel did take a toll on your body. It was often emphasized that dreams do not occur during cryo sleep. Yet, your case was the opposite. Over and over you saw visions of a lush, prehistoric forest that almost looked magical and foreign. Due to overpopulation and pollution, nature seized to exist altogether back on earth, so thinking of what this mythical Pandora may look like, sparked a fire in the pits of your stomach. You began to wonder if these dreams held any meaning to them... or if it was just your brain chemistry running haywire during the cryogenic sleep. The closer you got, the giddier you grew - excited and electrified at the idea of setting foot on one of the most precious planet known to man. Perhaps in the entire universe.

After your space shuttle finally docked at the RDA's space station, you were quickly briefed on your assignment by the announcers, guiding you to the nearest secretary. The secretary looked over her glasses and tossed you an illegible glare before sighing with a shake of her head, handing you your paperwork. "May God have mercy on you," she mumbled before calling for the next candidate. You took the papers hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion before your eyes cast down on  on these said documents. Your eyes widened as your heart nearly sank. You were assigned to assist military Avatar personnel? You looked back up at the lady who was now grinning at you, a glint playing in her gaze. "Fresh meat for the grinder. It's a bit crass they decided to assign a small girl such as yourself to help these beasts," You slowly nodded, an awkward semi-smile forming on your lips, "I guess I like a challenge," you said, tone matching her sarcastic one. You have studied them for three years now, after all. You were prepared.

A few labcoats accompanied by a good portion of cleanroom suits were helping you find your way before passing you your exopack mask. It was the first time you'd ever seen one of those from up close. The concept of not being able to breathe the atmosphere was somewhat daunting. But it was something you had to get used to if you wanted to survive Pandora's 'Adapt or Die' rules. Wasting no time, you quickly strapped them on and secured the clasps, allowing the small piece of machinery to flood your nostrils with fresh oxygen. Impressed, you found it was much clearer and cleaner than that of Earth's... sadly enough.  You then remembered the comment from the secretary earlier on, echoing in your mind over and over again until it festered in the back of your subconscious. Anxiety began to take a hold of you, shaking your confidence ever so slightly.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you then issued a curt nod to your superiors who lastly gave you a clipboard, detailing all of your duties and rank among the Recom unit members. "Ready, greenhorn?" Dr. Vasquez piped up, drawing you from your trance. You blinked at him with a wide-eyed deer-caught-in-headlights look, lips parting, "Y-yeah." he chuckled in response to your nervousness before slapping a hand on your shoulder in confidence. "Don' worry, they may look very scary at first glance, but you will soon realize they are professionals just like us, alright?" You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat before clamping the board beneath your armpit. "Alright then kiddo, let's rock'n'roll," he said with a smirk before punching in a security code to unlock the doors to the decompressors.

The air was filtered to fit the atmosphere of the recoms. Which was in turn, extremely toxic to humans. Unconscious in twenty seconds - dead in four minutes. The prospect didn't sound like very glamorous death. As the door opened, a hiss emitted from the pressure, giving way to the bright light of the sun peaking through the glass windows. Vasquez marched forward before beckoning you to join him. Upon entering, the energy of the room immediately shifted. It was almost palpable to the touch.

A good part of your confidence was chipped away once you laid your eyes on your future teammates. Breath nearly caught in your throat. To say they were tall was a big understatement. They were huge - as a matter of fact - larger than life! Nothing could've prepared you for this. Most of them stood at around ten feet and nearly scraped the ceilings if they hadn't been adjusted to meet their physiology. You continued to saunter forward, one tentative step at a time, eyes still glued to their physiques without so blinking an eye. Their bodies were even more strange, striking you with awe. Slender, graceful, svelte, yet powerful. The complexion was a deep cyan or darker powder blue, decorated in interesting patterns and luminescent dots, all accompanied by a long prehensile tail that idly swung from side to side, giving them a more animalistic edge. They were all broad-shouldered, even the women, as you scanned the room with all the blue-skinned individuals lurking about, their poise signifying a certain strength and fortitude that of a warrior. They could easily toss a person across the room and break every single bone in their body with one blow if they wished.

Eyes were striking like molten gold peering from the shadows, intensely following your every move. Their previous chatter immediately died down as their eyes glued to you and the other scientists. Vasquez took his position next to someone who seemed much more commanding and authoritive compared to the rest. He stood slightly taller and wore a khaki tanktop, exhibiting a set of toned, muscular arms placated on his hips. You caught a glimpse of his tattoo on his left arm. A black eagle. A remnant of his previous life? Or something to distinguish himself from the others, perhaps?

The way he walked with a certain swagger, taking a stance next to Vasquez, sharp yellow eyes peering into the hall, had you nearly choke on your own saliva. He was an intimidating man,  "As you all know, we are sent here to accomplish a mission that we couldn't last time. To hunt down and terminate the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Jake Sully.  And in order to ensure our success, we have been assigned our personal medical officers who specialize in Na'vi physiology. They make sure none of us step out of line and patch us up during missions. Treat 'em with respect, ya hear? They are as much our responsbilities as we are theirs," his tone was a low, commanding drawl, hinting at his possible origin back from Earth. He also sounded a tad older than his bio stats suggested.

"Wait, we're going to have these science pukes tag along?" Someone groaned in the background.

Doctor Vasquez nudged you with his elbow before whispering something into your ear. So he was the colonel. Colonel Miles Quaritch. The leader of the first recombinant unit Deja Blu, the first Avatar squad produced by Project Phoenix. Vasquez then nodded and brought you and another male medical officer. Thankfully you weren't alone. And as you peeked into the crowd, practically feeling their eyes rake over your forms in a very scrutinizing manner, you wished there were more human scientists to accompany you. "Listen up Recoms," Vasquez announced, matching Quaritch's energy. Which you had noticed, was now glancing at you over his shoulder with a lazed stare. You quickly turned away, hating that all of their attention was on you now. Just great. "Those are your new medical officers," he gestured to both you and your counterpart, earning him a few whispers and hushed conversations between the Na'vi hybrids. The heavily tattooed individual grunted loudly, expressing a clear distaste at the fact.

You watched as the one with the camo cap began to chuckle before leaning over to the tattooed female with the mohawk, gossiping something into her ear. Your eyes narrowed at her, hoping to God they weren't talking shit about you. The male medic next to you semed quite nervous himself, almost glistening with a faint sheen of sweat whenever the light hit his complexion. Oh man... what a great start. "This here is Mr. Ryan," Vasquez said confidently and clamped a hand on his shoulder before pulling you to his side with a toothy grin, "And this is Miss (y/n). They're going to do a quick checkup on your vitals before we make land on Pandora. Their status reports will affect your mission. If you have any further questions regarding any of that, feel free to ask them. Good luck and have fun," he said before departing, giving you a two-finger salute before vanishing out the door.

For a moment, you wished he hadn't abandoned you so soon, but as you stood there, again with the hundred yard stare, you instantly began pulling out your clipboard, training your eyes on the papers rather than the giant soldiers around you. Quaritch cleared his throat before stepping forward, closing in on your proximity. The heat practically rolled off of him. Almost radioactive in a sense. "Right. Welcome to the crew," he said as a deep rumble of chuckles resonated within the hall. You flicked your attention back on them, seeing as their expressions turned from scrutiny to amusement. The one with the hat flicked his chin toward Ryan, "So you get to touch us all around?" Ryan nodded cautiously, "Yes, in a sense. We need to do some physical checkups to make sure your bodies haven't mutated or caught any diseases on the way here and-"

"So you're gonna be cupping my big blue balls, too?" he said, making an obscene gesture as the team burst out in synchronized laughter. Mr Ryan pursed his lips in frustration. You felt his pain, it was nearly palpable.

You were so not ready for this... "Shut your horny mouth, Ja!" one of the female recoms hollered, smacking him on the back of his head.

Judging by the 'joke', you came to the conclusion that they were full-blooded jarheads. You sighed before ticking something off your clipboard. "And what about her? Is she good with her small hands?" At this your eyebrows twitched before you began searching for the miscreant of this statement. Seeing as the one with the bandana had crooked a finger at you. "Man, she does look cute tho... tiny lil thing. What's good, mama?" their banter continued, slapping and fist bumping each other, having the time of their lives. What a fucking farce - you thought to yourself begrudgingly. The behavior reminded you of teenagers experiencing the surge of hormones for the first time. You couldn't believe Vasquez had vouched for their professionalism. Perhaps he was in on the joke as well. "Shut your pie holes. They're here to help, not entertain you, you fucking lowlifes. Treat'em with respect or I'll have your ass handed back to the infirmary, you get me?!" Quaritch's voice boomed, immediately silencing the lively chatter among his subordinates.

Looking over at the colonel, you saw his hardened, chiseled features directed toward you with an unreadable expression. His pointed ears were tucked back against his head as he issued you a small nod. You repaid him with the same respect and inclined your head in acknowledgment before moving on to your first patient. "Brown?" you said, louder than originally intended before you flicked your gaze around the room, searching for any response. "Steven Brown?" you repeated with a bit more clarity. The mohawk lady merely snorted with arms folded, watching you as you searched for your first victim. Suddenly a blue hand lifted, alerting you of your designated recom, seeing that he looked a little less grim and intimidating. Although equally large, he seemed a bit more approachable, in your eyes at least. With that being said, it wasn't exactly a joyride pushing and squeezing yourself through, as some of them actively made an effort of staying rooted to the spot, entertained at your slight struggle. You could have sworn hearing someone wolf whistle at you but you pushed those thoughts aside when you reached your destination.

He was slightly shorter than the rest, not that you could tell right away as he was seated on one of the benches slightly hunched over, his posture overly lax. Much like the others, he sported that classical short military haircut and fade. "Alright doc, whaddya got for me?" he drawled with a certain bite. You decided not to overanalyze everything, as you were already extremely nervous. You meanwhile scribbled down all of the data before setting the clipboard down, looking him in the eye. He remained there, sitting there in silence, monitoring you with a peculiar glint playing in his topaz irises. "Alright, Mr. Brown, could you please stretch out your right arm? I need to take some samples and check your haemogram if that is alright with you," you explained as you flashed him a polite smile while the convos in the background resumed.

Brown simply nodded and muttered a small 'sure thing' before complying with your wishes. Once he extended his appendage, you got a chance to examine it closely - realizing just how large and sinewy his arm was. The texture was interesting too, differing not much from human skin, save for the lack of arm hair. "Finding a vein shouldn't be a problem," you jest before pulling out a small device for blood sampling. It was not a syringe, but a highly advanced gadget that locked down on the skin cell before drawing a bit of blood. "Alright, just let me disinfect this real quick..." you continued before wiping the spot with a small disinfectant wipe, clearing it from any bacteria. The feeling of his skin was curious, smooth yet somehow rougher to the touch compared to human flesh. Pandora's rough climates had evolved them to become perfect survivors as even their skin was harder to penetrate.  Brown tilted his head to the side, ears swiveling curiously when you placed the blood-letting machinery against the crook of his arm. A small pinch broke through his flesh, extracting only a few tiny droplets. "There we go, that's about it-" Before you could continue, however, you caught Brown sending you a mischievous wink. "Didn't hurt at all, doc."

"Got what ya need, Miss (y/n) or... did I get that right?" you felt blood rush to your cheeks, heating your face altogether. They were trying to rile you up on purpose now... "(Y/N) right, but just call me by my first name. No need for being formal," hoping it would somewhat diffuse the awkward tension between you and the recoms. However, things did not go as planned when Brown's brows lifted for a short moment before his ears rotated in your direction, more attentive than before. "Well good to know, (y/n), looking forward to working with ya," your breathing became heavy to his deliberate teasing as he allowed himself to lean forward. You nearly jumped at his sudden intrusion "So (y/n), what does my blood test say?" just then the analysis was completed, giving you a clear stats report on his bloodwork.

"So far so good... bloodwork looks normal. Cholesterol is in the green and.... well..." His face faltered a bit, "What?" "be sure to consume fewer sugary drinks or sweets but other than that, you're fine. Wouldn't want you to be the first adipose soldier on Pandora," his features continued to crack "You calling me fat, doc?" he said before warming up to a smirk. You leaned away from him to avoid his sudden boldness. "Nah, just reminding you to be on your best behavior if you want to keep up with the rest, alright?" Brown scoffed with a shake of his head as you took your clipboard with you, writing down all of the info as well as checking a few boxes. "I'll get back to you later, just need to do the same with.... uh.. Wainfleet?" you asked, squinting your eyes to spot someone a bit taller and a tad bit more athletic looking. He lacked hair, like some of the others as he wiggled his fingers at you flirtatiously, a crooked smile plastered on his lips. "The one and only," you grunted in affirmation, feeling some of the dread returning before you headed over.

A sudden ticklish sensation and force tugged at the crook of your knee, having you to stumble and nearly fall flat on your face. Walker clicked her tongue with a roll of her eyes, "Come on Kevin, leave the poor girl alone already!" Quaritch's nostrils flared when he caught Brown fucking with you. A move of his tail that hooked around your leg in order to trip you. "You better secure that shit, Brown before I clip that thing off, capiche?" He growled, causing Brown to stiffen immediately. Eventually, he lowered his head and ears ".... yes sir... sorry,"

You managed to calm your thundering heart as you eyeballed Brown with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. What an asshole. Is that how it was going to be all the time? Good lord... how much you began to regret signing up for this particular unit. "Mr. Wainfleet?" you said softly, approaching the man cautiously as he eyed you up and down with that same grin on his face.

"Call me Lyle, sweetums. Only my mother calls me Mr. Wainfleet. So.... here to check the goods? Or maybe even get a feel?" Lyle chuckled before flexing his built physique, making you watch his biceps bulge and swell. The action made your throat dry out like the Sahara desert. Just what in the world have you gotten yourself into...

[herefortheblues]

Confusing Words

Recoms(Zdog and Lyle) x Child!Reader

Summary: When Y/n gets a very late start into education she quickly realizes how confusing the English Language is.

Warnings: none

This is my first fic so it is pretty short

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Living practically your whole life on a different plant is pretty cool, but it comes with its flaws. In this case it would be education, specifically Y/n's. Y/n Ardmore, the generals daughter, who despite being 11 barely had any education at all. This was because only the essential people came to Pandora and teachers weren't on that list. Plus, no kids were supposed to be here anyway but being the daughter of the woman that was running the whole operation made Y/n "The special case."

So Y/n was thrown to the scientists. Now these people were smart but they were used to teaching other adults not children but luckily they found some books on a supply shipment.

But Y/n asked the one person she shouldn't have to help her- Lyle.

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"So, what's this one?" Y/n asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she examined the odd spelling on the paper.

"That's tomb," Lyle replied, his voice tinged with exasperation. He regretted agreeing to help Y/n with her spelling. Being a marine, he wasn't exactly cut out for educatng children.

They were seated at a canteen table, specifically the recoms table, where the 9-foot blue marines usually gathered. Lyle found himself hunching over just to meet Y/n at eye level. The table had been custom-made to accommodate their size, but it made Y/n appear incredibly small in comparison.

"Tomb," the little girl giggled lightly, her eyes flitting over to the recom. "That's a funny word." Lyle couldn't help but smile slightly at her innocent amusement. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

Y/n's eyes returned to the paper, her gaze fixed on the rows of words. "This one is boom then?" Her face lit up with a big smile, proud of herself for getting one right. However, her smile faded when the recom chimed in.

"No, that's bomb," the recom corrected. Confusion clouded Y/n's face as she pointed to the previous word. "But if this is tomb," she reasoned, moving her finger to the other word, "shouldn't this one be boom? They're spelled almost the same except for the T and the B."

Lyle started to answer, prepared with an explanation, when Zdirnask suddenly plopped down at the table on the opposite side of Y/n. "What are we working on?"

"Words," Y/n replied, moving the paper to show Zdirnask. She pointed to the section they were currently on. "Confusing words."

Zdirnask's smirk grew as she glanced at the paper and saw the words in question,

Tomb

Bomb

Comb

She glanced over at Lyle, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well, those certainly are some tricky words."

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By now the whole team was piling into the canteen. Their eyes immediately landing on their two teammates and the child, all hunched over and looking confused and frustrated.

As they neared the table the started to pick up the conversation, "-but if this is not com or coom, what is it?"

"That's comb."

Y/n's mouth hung open, eyes squinted as she looked down at the paper as if it had insulted her, "That doesn't make any sense!"

"What doesn't make any sense?" Brown asked as he took a seat next to Lyle.

"These words! You can't just change the way a word sound just because the letter at the beginning is different."

Her little rant pulled a chuckle from the group.

"It's not funny. If this one is tomb," she started, "Then this one should be boom. Plus, how is this comb? It's stupid."

Mansk, who had sat in the seat directly in front of Y/n, smirk down at her, "What's the next one?"

"Um... Ka-nife" (Knife)

"Oh come on!"

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This is my first fic so it's not going to be that great but I will improve as I go forward.

[mschimdt]

lopez hcs (nsfw)

recom!lopez x recom!reader

litteraly idk wtf this is but ion wanna let my account die, this is really short soooo uhh

sorry for not posting that much, i have finals on thursday and i caught a cold and stuff so i couldnt study or write, but yeaah enjoy this and the 100 followers special is in the making

lopez is serious, but he has a funny personality that he only lets out when hes comfortable, so you get to see that side of him alot

you guys started dating after you met as recoms, no one knows of your relationship but a few recoms because theyre gonna find out either way, so it was best to just tell them

when youre around people other than the recoms you both keep your relationship a secret, because if ardmore find out she'll set one of you up for death because she wants you to "focus"

lopez likes scenting you, he loves rubbing your scent all over himself, he makes sure to make you smell like him. he'll even smear his cum on you

when youre having sex he likes to whisper spanish words into your ears, followed by grunts and low whimpers, it usually gets you so worked up you end up cumming quickly

hes a thigh guy, he likes laying inbetween your thighs whenever he gets the chance to, watching TV or simply just sleeping

he likes you riding his face, you may think youd crush him but you must be joking when you think that youre gonna suffocate him

when he eats you out he encourages you to wrap your thighs around his head, doesnt mind if you squeeze too, he likes it

he enjoys lingerie, he likes seeing you dress in colorful lingerie (if you could get your hands on some in pandora)

doggy style typa guy, but he makes you arch your back and then pulls on your hair to bring you up to your chest

has a thing for hair pulling, and youre not complaining

isnt really the type of guy to give punishments, but sometimes he likes to smack your ass a few times or atleast till it turns red, not in a punishment way, just because he likes to see the outline of his hand on your delicate ass

likes to give you massages as aftercare, but it usually ends up in you guys fucking again because of the little noises you make when he massages you

really sweet guy, might look stubborn and strict but once you get to know him youll realize hes reallllllyyyy nice and sweet

even though youre both navi, he still has alot of strength and can carry you even if your navi

he'd often tease you and speak just spanish to you for a few hours, it makes you mad because you barely know 2 words in spanish

chocolate typa guy, he likes eating chocolate (i really dk why but he gives off a chocolate lover vibe)

marks you alot, it can range from harshly pinching you neck to full on bites

likes risky things, especially risky quickies, he could drag you into a closet and fuck you right then and there

he hates it when you touch his tail or ears, but not because it annoys him, because it makes him pur, you usually give him ear rubs and he completley submits and starts purring like a damn cat with a huge smile on his facr, this only happens if he doesnt kill you before you make contact with his ears

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

ᴅᴇᴊᴀ ʙʟᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴘʀᴀɢᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is obliviously nice, mentions of zombies, killing zombies, some team mate discrimination?, Prager being nice to reader.

A/N: Idk if anyone knows or has played with game, I wanted to write something involving reader being like Juliet. Ik it's short but meh I couldn't think much to add.

Masterlist

When the team had heard of a new team member joining them, when they saw you, they thought it was a joke. You were probably some daddy's girl who wanted to play military and got what you wanted. They did not take you seriously at all. You were nice to everyone you came across, others weren't as nice to you. They often tease you for being a bimbo, but you didn't seen to mind since you've been called worse before.

Not only that but you hated being in the base, you wanted to go with your team out in the forest and stuff, but you were always stuck doing paper work. It was boring, sometimes you wish you stayed on earth killing zombies instead of doing office work. After you finished your work, you'd be making paper airplanes or just draw with your pink glitter pen. You also hated hearing the people around you saying how you must be an easy lay or betting on who can get you to sleep with them. Sometimes you regretted accepting this job.

Even your team treated you as if you were a dumb child, who needed supervision. Majority of the time you'd be on your own doing your own thing, your team never seemed to invite you to do stuff. When you'd ask if they wanted to do something with you, they'd always tell you that maybe next time, but there was never a next time. You understood that they didn't want to hang out with someone like you, but that's okay.

That day was just a regular day on the base, you were in the recom's breakroom sitting by yourself while the others did there thing. They'd come in and out, you'd say your good morning but they didn't, how rude of them. You were busy painting your nails a bubble gum pink then you heard someone approach you.

"Hello" you looked up and saw that it was Prager, you looked behind you then back at him. "You're talking to me?" you pointed at yourself, he nodded. "I don't see anyone else here but you" he said with a smile, making you laugh a bit. "Sorry, no one really talks to me unless for work purposes" you mentioned. "How have you been? Sit down" you offered, Prager sat down on a chair next to you. "I've been fine, these last few days were okay... how about you?" he asked. "Oh just the regular. Being stuck in here and filling out paper work, it's boring." You pouted.

It went quiet for a moment, but Prager talked again. "I'm sorry about them..." he said, looking down at his feet. "Don't be sorry, if they didn't want me in the team then they should complain to the people who hired me." You said with a smile. "I know but, regardless you're part of the team and we should treat you as such." He commented shyly. You couldn't help but think how cute he was. "It's fine, don't worry about it" you mentioned kindly. "Ya know what, we should be friends" you said, making Prager look at you. "I-I'd like that" he said almost shyly. You smiled widely then reached into the pocket of your skirt. "Here is a little something, I know it isn't big, but I hope you like it." You got his big blue hand and placed a lollipop on his palm. He looked at it for a moment then smiled at you. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He commented.

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[backmuscles21]

In The Open

Recoms x Reader

Summary: Literally a few small blurbs of the different times your lovers have caught you being fucked by your other lovers. I want to start writing for poly recoms cause I've been reading that and there isn't enough and it's a hyper fixation so imma flood the market, I love poly shit. I wanted to get a feel for them first so this is just a short guy and I'll hopefully write something much longer and more detailed soon.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, explicit language, public sex

You were on the bench in the recom-only gym, your knees and elbows resting on the bench as Lyle held your hips and fucked into you. He was relentless too, your head hung low as you moaned out loudly. Lyle stared at the large gym mirrors to watch as he fucked you, it only made him hornier, somehow. He lifted his one leg up to rest on the bench to thrust into you harder.

Then the door opened and some other recoms walked in.

“Dude what the hell,” Lopez said.

“You started the show without us?” Walker laughed out.

“Hell yeah,” Lyle chuckled.

Prager who stood there shocked, finally moved, he moved in front of your face.

“That good baby? Is Lyle fucking you good?”

You nodded.

Lyle grabbed your braid and pulled your head back and you cried out.

“Words buttercup.”

“It feels so good. Lyle’s cock feels so good, so deep.”

Prager’s hand caressed your cheek, “you look fucked dumb baby. Think you can handle another after Lyle?”

“Maybe. She’s cummed four times already.”

“Explains why she can barely hold herself up,” Lopez laughed.

“Just wait till the Colonel sees this,” Walker chuckled sitting down on a different bench.

Funny enough even though you were dating all of the recoms, you did still enjoy a semblance of privacy. However, that is thrown out of the window with the number of times you are engaged in sexual activity in public spaces and your other lovers enter. Like the time Zdog decided that eating you out on the canteen table was a great idea. They all knew what they did was no secret, they were worried about privacy when places they were doing these things were in recom only areas.

Your hand was gripping onto the hairs of Zdog’s mohawk as her face was pushed in between your thighs. Your back was resting on the corner of the table and your legs were resting over Zdog’s shoulders and onto her back. Your head was thrown back and pressed into the silver metal table, it would’ve been freezing if you were sweating currently. The door opened to Lyle, Miles and Ja, they stopped in their tracks, you didn’t hear a thing until you heard Lyle snicker.

Your tired eyes opened and you used your abs to slightly lift your head and shoulders off the table to see who entered.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Miles chuckled.

Ja’s face was a bright purple, the blush was so deep on this poor boy, he’d never walked in on one of his lovers in the act. He knew about it, he knew it was happening around the base, and his lovers talked about it. He had just never experienced it and this poor innocent little boy couldn’t take it. He had watched his lovers fuck you before and had fucked you while the others watched but that was all planned, it was never like this.

Lyle clapped his hands on Ja’s shoulder, “too much for you baby boy.”

Ja shook his head, “just caught off guard.”

“Mhm,” Miles said as he came up to you and squatted down by your face and you moved your head over to look at him.

Zdog knew exactly what she was doing, she was playing a game, and she was holding you back until the right moment. As Miles brushed some hair out of your face and went to speak, probably something very degrading. Zdog made you cum, your eyes squeezed shut and your head moved closer to your body. Your hand gripped Zdog’s hair harder and gripped the side of the stainless-steel table, Miles smirked at your reaction, all the boys did, they knew what just happened.

“You really know what you're doing Z. Always waiting for the right moment,” Miles said.

Zdog pulled away from your dripping pussy and smiled at Miles before she went to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself. Your hands wrapped around her neck as you kissed her, your tongue licking up her chin, you only now can hear the sounds of Ja’s sweet soft moans. You open your eyes to look at what is happening, Zdog moves from your mouth to kiss down your neck.

Currently, Lyle had his hand down Ja’s pants and was stroking him to heaven, the poor boy was so turned on and very hard but couldn’t bring himself to touch himself, so Lyle did it for him. Zdog sat you up and removed your RDA standard issue tank top and helped you take your tight sports bra off.

“So, which one of you boys wants her first?”

Better yet, everyone's favourite time was when you were all going on your first mission as recoms and you all agreed that there was to be no funny business. But Lopez can’t keep his hands to himself and as they are taking off, he already has two fingers in you. Some looked at him with a ‘really?’ face and others, Lyle, had the biggest smirk.

Lopez leaned into your ear, “better stay quiet, don’t want any of the little guys to hear.”

His snicker and his command made you squirm and he knew it too, he knew that’d get you going, he wanted the human pilots to hear and see. He wanted those humans to see that he could get pussy on the reg and they were still fucking their fists at night.

“Colonel gave us strict orders to follow and you can’t keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?” Mansk said from across Lopez.

Lopez stared at his fanged smile in the reflection of Mansk’s glasses, “she’s just sitting here, lookin’ all pretty, what did you expect me to do?”

“Listen to direct orders?”

“Like he wouldn’t fuck her now if he could?”

“We all would, but we have responsibilities. Did you not get enough of her last night?”

Lopez’s fingers still curled within you as your hips thrusted to make his fingers move more, your eyebrows were pressed together as you could feel pleasure building.

“Look at that, I’ll never get enough. How could any of y’all stay soft seeing this.”

“Because we fucked her last night.”

“I mean so did I, but this face never leaves my thoughts.”

“Geez, you guys are worse than Lyle,” Walker spoke up with a laugh.

“Hey, I mean it is nice, I’ll side with Lopez on that. I’ll always get bricked up for that.”

“You know, as much as I enjoy this and getting off is amazing. We have a job to do and I’d rather not be horny all mission,” you panted out.

“Fine, you win,” Lopez pulled his fingers out and pulled his mask down enough to suck his fingers before placing the mask where it originally was. “But this ain’t over when we get back ooo boy.”

Even better that time you all had a whole bunch of medical appointments after you first woke up but decided that fucking was a great idea before that. You were all so used to it as humans that waking up in your Na’vi bodies didn’t change anything. Going to physicals with multiple bite marks and hickies and bruises, made all the scientists nervous, they questioned you all about it. Of course, none of you told them what actually happened.

[whxre-bxby]

Hi! I love your stories <3

I had an idea for either a Zdinarsk x Reader or a Quaritch x Reader, It could be something like where your their close friend at first but then slowly devolp feelings for each other?

Please not It is completly ok to deny my request,

Have a great rest of your day <3

(Yes! Love it, here we go)

Recom Miles Quaritch x Human f. Reader

"Heartfelt Confessions" <3

Masterlist

"I think you're beautiful in every way possible. You're probably wonderin' what I'm goin' on and on about. If you ask, I'll just say it's about your plants..." "What are you going on and on about?" "Plants..."

Summary: Quaritch and you are close friends but one night, he can't help but confess his long-felt feelings to you in Na'vi. Thinking you won't understand he doesn't think much of it. But little does he know, you've been learning Na'vi to impress him.

WARNINGS: Smut, fluff, angst, cursing, size difference, unprotected sex, penetration, fingering, riding

Word Count: 4870

Words in italic are Na'vi!

You were sitting at Quaritch’s table, in his room when he walked in. His eyes instantly found you and his stern gaze was enlightened by a soft smile. A pleasant surprise you were. 

“Hi.” I muse, noticing his tense appearance. 

“Evenin’.” he greeted me back while slightly turning to the side to close the door behind him. His room was big. He had a table, a bathroom, a small kitchen and a large bed. Well, everything in here was large to me. I almost had to climb onto the chair I was sitting on. 

“What a fuckin’ week this day’s been.” Miles groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before slowly making his way to the table. 

I smile and stifle a small laugh. He was clearly stressed again. Not that it was uncommon. It wasn’t. It just managed to amuse me to a certain extent every time. 

Quaritch and I were close friends. I knew him since he was human. At that time we never talked but he would often go out of his way to greet and smile at me. Something he never did to anyone else at base. I took his actions to heart and once I found out he was being partly resurrected, it didn’t take long to resume the small connection we had. 

His recom body noticed me almost instantly. I could tell that the Avatar knew my face and was trying to figure out from the overload of memories it received, who exactly I was. 

Once we overcame the first step of our slightly awkward introduction, things went smoothly. The Colonel would start to greet me and smile whenever he walked past. That soon escalated into asking how each other’s day has been and soon we would have long and pleasant conversations whenever we saw each other. 

I would leave my paperwork behind and he would dismiss his soldiers to talk to me. 

“Hey, at least it’s over, right?” I say, leaning forward so that my elbows are resting on the table. Quaritch gives me a second-long agreeing smile before sighing again and slumping into the chair in front of me.

“How’s your day been?” he asks and I see how he pushes all his worries away, to give me his full attention. It was something I always admired about Miles. 

“Fairly normal. I guess better than yours.” I say with a light chuckle. Quaritch drops his head defeatedly with a small smile again. 

“Yeah, not hard to beat.” he replies, wiping his hand over his mouth before straightening his posture. 

“What’ve you been up to?” Quaritch asks me, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His bright yellow eyes are fixated on me. Not once has he let his gaze falter. I could only keep eye contact for a few seconds before having to look away, but Miles was different. 

“Trying to study this new plant.” I say, waving it off because I never thought it was interesting for others to hear. 

Quaritch stays still, watching me with his sparkling eyes. Almost as if he were waiting for me to continue. My confusion becomes visible.

He nods in a way that encourages me to keep talking. 

“We’re still trying to come up with a name for it, but it’s been messing up all the samples in the lab.” I add, glancing at him to make sure I’m not boring him. 

Quaritch blinks but his ears remain perked forwards, giving me all his attention. 

“Somehow, its cells are able to change and we don’t know why. It can alter the amount of cells in surrounding plants too, so it’s really been messing up all our tests.” I say, rolling my eyes when I remember the fight that plant put on. 

My eyes fall back on Miles’ face and he has an amused smile stretched across his lips. 

“Anyway, that’s been a pain. Because it seems to also be able to change whether it wants to be poisonous or not. Like it has a mind of its own.” 

“Ain’t that a bitch.” he mumbles through his small grin. Quaritch liked seeing me complain. He as a Colonel couldn’t because he was ranking so high, so he got a kick out of seeing me do it for us both. 

“Yeah. Might as well name it something like that.” I say, leaning back and palming my forehead. 

“ ‘M sure there’s somethin’ for it in Na’vi.” Miles mumbles and his tail slowly sways behind him. 

“Out of the two of us, you should know that.” I smirk at him, attempting to playfully tease him about not remembering enough of the native language that was taught to him. 

“Heh, not that advanced, sweet’eart.” He chuckles, finally letting his eyes fall to the surface of his wooden table. 

“I’m sure you know other words, right?” I ask, opening my water bottle and taking a few sips.

“Yeah, uh… blue morons.” Quaritch says and I catch the Na’vi words. 

“What does that mean?”

Miles chuckles at my eagerness to learn. “Blue morons.”

“Oh, wow. How philosophical.” I muse. “Wise words you used there, Colonel.” 

“Comes in handy when you come across one.” he replies, cracking his neck and rolling his sore shoulders free from stress. 

“Hey, they’re not that bad. If they were, I probably wouldn’t like you as much as I do.” 

For a second, Quaritch’s eyes light up. Mine are looking down as I chuckle so I don’t see it happen, but his lips part slightly and his tail stills as he replays the sentence in his head. 

“Still don’t know why you do.” He grumbles, and I sigh, dropping my head back in frustration. 

“We’re not going over this again.” I say, knowing he often feels the tiniest bit self-conscious. Our age gap is significantly big. Not physically, but he is still his 50-year-old self in his mind. 

He’s just gazing at me, seeming to once again be engulfed by his thoughts. 

“Teach me more Na’vi.” I say, wanting to distract him from it. 

He scoffs. “Don’t think I’m even pronouncin’ half of it correctly.” 

“Doesn’t matter, I like hearing you say it.” I say, propping my head up on both palms. 

Quaritch is staring at me again, not seeming to have predicted that answer from me. 

“Come on, enlighten me.” I urge him on, watching how his ears twitch in the direction of my voice. “Pleaseee.” 

He blinks a few times as if he were waking up from a type of hypnosis. 

“Fine. What do ye’ wanna hear?” Miles doesn’t seem very amused by my requests but he complies. 

“Anything. It doesn’t matter.”

He huffs out a dramatic sigh before remembering a few sentences he was told to practice. Miles started out with the basics, naming off a few body parts, verbs and nouns until he got distracted. 

You are dreamily gazing up at him, enjoying the sound of his voice speaking the foreign words. Your plan is to surprise him by telling him you had started learning a few things too. 

He stops in silence for a few seconds, gazing deeply into your innocent big eyes. Something catches him and he’s debating whether he should or shouldn’t say what has been on his mind for weeks. You wouldn’t understand him anyway, so he could let a few things off his chest. Perhaps it would finally help him sleep better. Knowing he told you his feeling in a way you didn’t understand could help him finally blow off some steam. 

His work was stressful but what bothered him the most was you. 

Not in the way you think. But you clouded his mind throughout the day. He couldn’t shake his emotions and did his best to contain them around you. Miles loved spending time with you but it pained him a little more every time when you two would part and he would still have his feelings bottled up. 

Never did he plan on telling you. Miles promised this was something he would take to the grave because it would affect your work and friendship. The connection you two had, despite being a human woman and a recom Avatar, was something Quaritch truly cherished and he would never let his stupid feelings get in the way of ruining that. 

You were much younger than him. Miles would tell himself that it’s better for you to be with a human who is younger. You two just don’t fit in that way. Not that he was insecure about himself. He wasn’t. Quaritch admired his looks and was often cocky about it but he would never dare ruin your life by becoming a large part of it as an Avatar. With your young age, you had a bright future ahead of you. Unlike him. He might die tomorrow on his next mission and never come back. You needed to have someone reliable and trustworthy.

But now he has an opportunity to tell you without knowing. What could go wrong?

“I like what you did with your hair today…” Quaritch starts. His raspy voice takes on a rather soft tone as his eyes start to slowly roam my face.

I smile, tilting my head and listening. He doesn’t know I can understand most of what he’s saying. I’ll surprise him when he’s done. 

“Don’t quite know how ya managed to braid it up like that,” he chuckles as he examines the loose strands hanging from my tied-up hairdo. 

“But it looks nice.” 

I choose not to react. His words have mesmerised me and his voice is comforting all of me. I didn’t know I needed his presence this much until now. 

“Haven’t seen you do your hair in a while…” Miles continues and I almost scoff. So much for him being a beginner. He was doing really well. 

“You should do it more often. It looks good.” 

Only good, huh?

“Makes you look beautiful.” Miles softly speaks, letting his eyes dreamily rest on my face. 

Suddenly, I freeze. Not visibly because I wasn’t really moving, but my amused smile fades and my breathing stops. I wasn’t expecting that. 

“Of course, you always look beautiful.” he says, with almost a light chuckle.

“That’s why I- feel so connected to you.”  Miles has started fiddling with his hands, but it wasn’t too obvious. 

Was this a confession?

“Everythin’ about you is beautiful to me.” 

I’m speechless. Never would I have ever thought that Quaritch felt this way about me. But I knew he wasn’t lying. The look on his face, his soft voice, the calm body language and the slightly saddened eyes. Miles was being genuine. This was his heartfelt confession.

“Ye’r probably wonderin’ what I’m goin’ on and on about.” He stifles a breathy laugh. But even through that, I can tell he is hurt.

“If ya’ ask, I’ll just tell you it’s about your plants.” Those words he mutters under his breath. 

The last sentence wounds my heart. I feel sad for him. That he doesn’t feel like he can properly share his emotions with me. Miles often doubts himself and I know that he doesn’t think he is good enough for me. Even though right now, what we have is just a friendship, Miles fears hurting me. 

My heart is racing and even through my sadness for him, I’m ecstatic that he feels the same way about me. I’ve been in love with him for a while but through his worries, I never wanted to tell him because he would definitely completely withdraw himself from our friendship. Probably out of fear of ruining my life, even though I still don’t understand how he could ever do that. All he does is brighten my days. 

Finally, I have the opportunity to make it work out for both of us. 

“What are you going on about?” I ask. The question should have sounded amused but my voice was quieter and my joking side has died down. Miles noticed this. I could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion for a few seconds. But he seemed to brush it off quickly. 

I watch him swallow nervously and for the first time ever, his eyes can’t hold eye contact with me and instead, he chooses to gaze down at the table again. 

“Your plants…” he replies. His voice is barely above a whisper.

I’m scanning over his face, noticing the worry in his expression and the slumping sadness, weighing down his broad shoulders. 

There’s a minute of silence as I watch him, thinking about what I should do next. Quaritch looks uneasy. Me being quiet is unusual and he doesn’t understand why it’s happening right now.

“You think my plants are beautiful?” I ask him in Na’vi. Miles’ body freezes for a good few seconds before he slowly lifts his eyes to meet mine again. He doesn’t have to look up far because he is still towering over me with his extreme height. Even while sitting. 

His mouth opens in an attempt to say something but he can’t form any words at the moment. Miles’ bright yellow eyes are wide and filled with surprise. 

“You understood it all, didn’t you?” he breathes out and his figure slumps in defeat, preparing for my confirmation. I give him a gentle smile and nod, watching his ears droop in regret.

“Yeah, I did.” I say, wanting to somehow comfort him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I ask, reaching for his hand but Quaritch almost flinches away from me. Like a bear afraid of a mouse. 

“I should leave. It’s gettin’ late.” He spills out, abruptly standing up and stumbling back a few steps while his hand nervously rubs the back of his neck. 

“This is your room.” I argue against him, trying to think of a way to calm him down. He looks like his world is falling apart. 

“Miles, stop.”

He listens, standing in the middle of his room. Yet, he refuses to look at me.

“Tell me again.” 

He stares at me like he’s seen a ghost. 

“I want to hear it from you in English.” 

“Y/N, stop. I don’t-”

I interrupt his movements and words by jogging over and stepping in between him and the door. Quickly, I lock it and give him a challenging look. Quaritch looks extremely confused by my actions. 

“Say it, otherwise neither of us is ever leaving.” I demand. He scoffs, looking up at the ceiling. My stubbornness always ceased to amaze him. 

“What are you doin’?” he asks me. His voice is leaking with despair.

“Just do it.”

He sighs, taking note of how stupid he is for letting me get to him so easily. 

“I think you’re beautiful. Happy?” Quaritch says. He looks tired and weak. The way he speaks his words shows me his low energy.

“No, you didn’t mean it.” 

A second ago, Miles looked like he was in love. Now he looks like he could kill me. At least I know it’s really him, because this is how he is. And I happen to love it.

“If you don’t give me your full confession, I’ll do it instead.” 

My words catch the man’s attention and he chooses to stay quiet.

“One would think you would be mature enough to say you love me.” 

Miles stays silent. 

“Do you?”

He takes a moment to think about whether he is giving up all his fight now. He is. 

“Yeah…” Miles whispers in defeat. Checkmate. He couldn’t get out of this. 

Without hesitation I move towards him, standing on my tippy-toes as I wrap my arms around his slim waist and embrace him into a tight hug. 

The sudden contact makes Quaritch tense and he raises his arms. His eyes peer down at me while he tries to understand what my reaction meant. 

“I love you.” I mumble against his hip, not letting go. 

Miles’ face lights up and his drooped ears once again perk forward. What a rollercoaster of emotions this is. 

“Say that again?” he asks, needing to make sure he heard me correctly. 

“I love you, Miles.” I repeat, looking up at him this time. 

His stomach twists in excitement when he hears his name. I can feel it. Once again, he looks mesmerised and it makes me melt against him. We feel very comfortable around each other so this really just became the sprinkles on the ice cream.

His lips are parted again in surprise as he tries to come up with something to say but there are no words he can find. The moment is so special to him, he is once again afraid of ruining it. So instead, I feel his large hands cradle my head and back against him.

Luckily, the night was young, so I had time to comfort my big blue Avatar. We sat down again and finally, Miles told me all his worries. He explained that he didn’t want people to think badly of me because I was dating an Avatar. It’s common that people get their reputations lowered for spending too much time with recoms. Even though they are the RDA’s leading force in completing their mission successfully, many others still aren’t fond of the Avatar Program. Their rules are that natives are enemies and anything that is blue, must be located outside of Bridgehead City. 

No one directly told this to the Deja Blu team, but the Marines often caught on to the dirty looks they received. 

Quaritch was afraid to ruin my career by dragging me down the social ladder. 

I of course reassured him that that won’t happen and that I would much rather be around him than pretend to be someone I’m not around others. Adding to that, why would I care about what others think? As long as I’m happy, which I am with Miles, I don’t need to worry about other people’s opinions. 

Those arguments were able to silence Miles’ worries. At least for now. After that, he deepend his confession because he said he can’t sleep without knowing he’s told me everything. Of course, I listened intently. 

“Would you like te’ stay the night?” Miles asks, anxiously glancing down at me. His fingers were once again intertwined and he kept fiddling with them. Seeing him feel nervous is completely new to me. Miles is the most confident person I know. 

“Are you okay with that?” I ask, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. But the truth is, I really wanted to stay and I was hoping he’d ask. Here in the RDA, everything is about work and professionality. No one gets much time to themselves. Even while Miles and I were friends, I found myself longing for his touch and presence. I would hug him for a second too long and subconsciously lean into him when he was next to me. Perhaps I was touch deprived, but often he would mirror my actions. His hands would linger on my back at random times. Or his tail would curl around me. I think we both need this. 

“More than happy.” Miles smiles. I get ready for bed while he signs off on his tablet. 

His bed is extremely large to me, I feel like I could run laps on it. Without further ado, I drop down face-first onto the mattress. The long day we both had was starting to take a toll on us. 

I heard Miles chuckle from the other side of the room. 

“Comfortable?” he asks teasingly, while I try to free my tangled legs from his heavy blanket. 

“Not yet. I’m cold.” I say, giving him a cheeky grin. He doesn’t seem to quite catch on to what I mean so I sign grabby hands at him. His ears perk forward and his eyebrows raise before he drops his head again and chuckles. 

“Never thought I’d get te’ have ya like this.” he smirks, putting the tablet down. Miles walks over to his coat hanger and pulls his tank top over his head, throwing it over the chair next to it. 

My movements stop and I sit on the bed, watching him like a lovestruck idiot. I had entered his room in my sleepwear which was my oversized shirt and comfortable shorts. Meaning I didn’t have to change. 

Quaritch moved his hands to his belt and I watched him, not noticing his sly smirk as he watched my reaction. I was too preoccupied with staring at his hands. 

A teasing whistle made me glance up and lock eyes with him. 

“Somethin’ caught yer’ eye?” he asks, smugly. 

“Okay stop teasing. Wait until I get my clothes off.” I scoff, waving him off. His eyebrows raise in surprise again. My words caught him off guard. Miles’ silence makes me replay my sentence in my head and I gasp. 

“No- wait. I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I sure as hell won’t be complainin’.” Miles grins, and I notice he’s discarded his camo pants now too. 

My limbs feel like rubber as I watch him walk over to the bed. He effortlessly pulls the heavy blanket up, sliding under it with me. Miles settles down, covering himself with the cloth while I sit next to his side and just stare. 

“I can’t sleep with you starin’ like that.” Miles mumbled, opening an eye to look at me. 

“I can’t sleep with you next to me.” I blurt out. I was way too excited to just fall asleep now. 

Once again I manage to catch him off guard and both his eyes open. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes just scan my body, taking note of my restlessness it seems. 

“You ain’t tired?”

I shake my head ‘no’ a bit too hard which shows him my energy. A small grin slowly spreads across his face, letting me get a glimpse of his sharp fangs. 

“Need somethin’?”

I blink a few times. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. 

“Just ask, sweetheart. You’re gonna get it.” 

My heart is pounding in my chest. 

“I don’t know what-” 

“I don’t want to ruin you, baby. If you want it, you’re gonna have to do it.” Miles says and for whatever reason, his words sound reassuring to me. 

I swallow thickly, staring at him like a deer stuck in headlights. 

“Tell me. You want this?” he asks. I think for a moment before slowly nodding. 

“Yeah? C’mon, use your words, pretty girl.”

“Yeah…”  I whisper. My voice almost gave out. 

“Let me help you.”

Miles suddenly became extremely caring and attentive to me. I noticed how careful he was when touching me. As if he were afraid that the blue of his hands would permanently stain my skin. 

He helped me out of my clothes, once I was ready to let it happen. 

“Goddamn, baby. Been dreamin’ of you like this for ages.” he groans, letting his predatory eyes take in my bare skin. 

He was still afraid of hurting me so instead, he let me do what I wanted. In a way, he got his kicks out of it too. 

Miles loved seeing you use his body. Perhaps it was the irony of the size difference that amused him or just that you were so sweet and soft. 

You were just getting off by using his hand, holding it in place and fingering yourself with it. Quaritch refused to take action at first. But seeing that got him so pent up that he was rock-hard under the blanket. It was visible, very visible, but he didn’t care. Miles couldn’t rip his eyes from the sight in front of him. You petite, delicate hands, struggling to use his large and heavy ones. The squelching sound that was elicited from your pretty little pussy, every time his fingers reached knuckle deep almost had him cumming. The fact that your slick was dripping down his fingers made him feral. 

“Aight’ that’s it. C’mere.” Miles almost ordered, pulling his fingers from inside you. It startled you but soon, your mouth was salivating when he revealed his leaking, throbbing cock. It was huge and you knew there was no way you could ever fit it all without getting injured, but it looked so tempting. 

Within seconds, his hands were on your hips, pulling you on his lap. It seems as though his usual confidence has returned. 

“You gotta take over, I don’t wanna hurt you.” he breathes out, letting go of my hips. I nod, quickly arranging myself on top of him. My hand reaches for his aching dick while he puts his hands behind his bed, gripping onto the head of the bed to contain himself. His body shudders when I glide his tip through my wet folds, smearing his pre-cum all over my swollen pussy lips. Everything about him turned me on so much, I couldn’t think of anything else but stuffing him inside me. 

The second I start to slowly sink my body down on his tip, Miles tenses and his head drops back. I see how his teeth dig into his bottom lip, making the soft skin turn white. 

“F-fuck…” he hisses through clenched teeth. “So tight, baby.” 

I don’t stop, letting myself get distracted from my discomfort by his pleasure. The stretch made my insides burn and ache but seeing how good it felt for him motivated me to pull through. 

I managed to take just slightly over half of him into me before I realised it won’t be possible to get more. My senses were already overwhelmed with how full I was, I could barely move. 

Soon, my hips started to rock back and forth and eventually, I started to gently bounce up and down him. 

Miles was groaning and almost panting, digging his fingers into the pillow beneath his head. His eyes were fixated on me and the way my body moved. 

Very quickly, my legs got tired because I had to push myself up higher since he was so big. 

“A little- hmph… help please?” I mewl, realising I can no longer keep pace. I definitely don’t need to ask Quaritch twice. In an instant, his large hands grope my ass before lifting me off his cock. He doesn’t push me further down him to force me to take more, he just supports my movements which I greatly appreciate. 

Miles’ ears are pinned back, his tail is thrashing and his fangs are bared as he focuses with pinched-together eyebrows on pleasuring both of us. 

I started feeling bliss when he applied pressure on my clit with his rough thumb, gently rubbing small circles on it before gradually speeding up with our pace. 

My eyes were half-lidded as I steadied myself on his arms. Quaritch was in full control now but he still listened and didn’t switch anything up so that I wasn’t in pain. 

“Miles- I..” I whine, arching my back while he repeatedly pulls me down his length. 

“You can cum, baby. It’s all f’r you.” he groans, starting to buck his hips up and off the mattress to meet my movements. The plush skin of my ass was slapping against his abdomen and upper thighs, turning my skin red. 

He applied some more pressure on my clitoris and I was over the moon. My legs trembled and my body shook while Miles continued to thrusts up into me. My orgasm made my pussy clench around him which had him cursing and cumming deep inside me. Almost instantly, my pussy was overflowing with his warm and thick cum. It was running down my thighs and onto the base of his cock. 

I leaned forwards, planting both my hands onto his midsection to support my weight while I regained my breath. Miles was panting hard and he dropped his head back into the soft pillow while his large hands gently stroked up and down my waist in a comforting manner. 

“God, I love you so much, darlin’.” Quaritch whispered, moving his hand up to stroke it over my head and gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. 

“I love you too.” I whisper, slowly falling into his chest. He smiles, pulling my head to his and for the first time, our lips connect. It’s a soft and gentle kiss. Miles is clearly watching out with his fangs so as to not overwhelm me with the size difference. 

When we pull away, he gently pulls me off of him. Our mixed fluids are covering the insides of my thighs and his lower area but right now, we’re both too tired to mind. 

“You tired now?” Miles jokes, nuzzling his face against my cheek. I smile and nudge him in the chest. 

“Exhausted.”

“You can sleep, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He reassures me. Even though there was no hazardous danger, his words comforted me and made me feel safe. 

Very soon, I was snoozing on his chest. Miles had laid me down comfortably on top of him and covered both of us with the blanket, before turning the light off and getting some sleep himself. Luckily, neither of you had to get up early in the morning tomorrow.

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[iliketangerines]

sex pollen

a/n: if i see any bullying of zhang, i will actually bite your fucking head off. don't disrepect my homeboy just because he has a traditional haircut.

pairing: zhang x afab!recom!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), mating press, dubcon (bc sex pollen), overstimulation, pussy eating, finger fucking

you were going to kill Zhang for dragging you out here, you swear to fucking god you were going to kill Zhang once the both of you make it out of the forest

he had dragged you out into the forest to look at some of the greenery, wanting to feel the grass on his feet and his hands, and you had agreed because you had been itching to do so as well

back on earth, seeing greenery was a privilege, touching it was an impossibility, but on Pandora, it was everywhere, all-encompassing and overwhelming

and then the two of you had found a waterfall in the forest and stripped down to your underwear to take a dip in the pool, but when the two of you climbed out, it turns out he had forgotten to bring a compass

now, the both of you trekking back, trying to retrace your footsteps unsteadily, boots held in your hands and only your pants clinging to your moist skin

you’re starting to understand why the na’vi wear such skimpy clothing when it was blazing hot in the weather, and the clothing sticking to your skin was starting to irritate your senses

Zhang, on the other hand, is doing much better than you, fingers trailing along the trees and ears flicking every which way to listen to the fauna of the forest

he’s even humming a song underneath his breath, and you growl and continue to trudge through the shrubbery while slapping at another bug trying to bite you

looking back at you to make sure you were still there, you scowl at him, and he rolls his eyes, not noticing the root of the tree that was lifted off the ground

in an instant, he’s on the ground, hands planted into the greenery of the forest floor as he catches himself, and he frowns as he lifts himself back up and finds his hands covered in a yellow pollen

you struggle to hide a laugh as you grab onto his hand and help him off the ground, and he thanks you quietly, wiping his hands on his pants before rushing some dust out of his face

rubbing your eyes to get rid of some of the sweat and tiredness, the both of you trek for a few more minutes, and you nearly cry in relief at the sight of the compound coming back into sight

your footsteps hurry to rush back into the air-conditioned building, and you nearly moan at the blast of cool air to your heated skin

Zhang lets out a huff of air at the feeling, and he bows his head slightly to say goodbye to you as the both of you head to your separate rooms

the door shuts behind you as you strip off your dirty clothes, and you turn on the hot water and place yourself underneath the spray, moaning at the warmth

while the waterfall was its own type of refreshing and amazing, nothing beat a hot shower, and you soak in the heat, tail flicking and banging against the shower walls in pleasure

the rest of the day passes by idly, training as usual and then working out, and at dinner time, you shove food onto your plate, bits of it falling off the sides

as you sit down to eat, Lyle raises an eyebrow at you, saying that you don’t usually eat this much food, and you glare and growl at him, telling him to back off

he raises his hands, simply sending you a smirk and saying that he was just making an observation, and he goes back to eating his own food

and then you blink, confused as to why you had reacted so aggressively to Lyle making a simple comment about your food

today’s workout was just hard, and you were on your last senses

with that excuse, you go back to your own food, sniffing it carefully before shoveling it into your mouth

a sort of feral hunger has settled into your gut, begging you to eat and eat and eat, and after dinner, you can barely move, stuffed full with food

in your own preoccupation with your thoughts, you don’t notice how Zhang has started to load up on the food as well, plate just about the same size as you

when you arrive back at your dorm, your bed looks empty and sad, hard and cold despite the blanket and pillow you usually only slept with

your hands dig into your drawers, pulling out every soft bit of material that you can find, and you pad up your bed, filling every nook and cranny, fixing the clothing, ripping it apart and starting again until you’re satisfied

it’s a mish mash and mess, shreds of your torn clohing scattered about the floor and all over your bed, in a pattern that only your brain could comprehend

you crawl into your bed satisfied and curl up inside of the softness and let your tail wrap around yourself before falling asleep

the next few days, you feel sluggish at training, mind unable to focus, and you let your body move on instinct to Quaritch’s orders as you try to process through the brain fog

perhaps you were sick, coming down with something, could the recom bodies even get sick?

you’re not sure, but you know for a fact that you can’t seem to focus and let yourself settle into your military training as you turn your brain off

you had attached yourself to Zhang the past few days as well, unable to part from his side for longer than just a few minutes, but he seems just as obsessed

on breaks, his face can be found in your neck, nibbling on the soft skin, and your hands can be found buried in his hair as you purr contentedly

he shoves his clothing into your hands after workouts, soaked in his sweat and his scent, but you only chirp happily and nuzzle into him before scampering off to fix your bed

he sits next to you during meals, and you preen with happiness every time, leaning in closer to him to push the side of your thigh into his

Zhang lets out contented rumbles and presses his shoulder into yours, and you wriggle in happiness as you eat, a smile ghosting your lips

it’s a warm day, and you had just finished training and had made your way to the lunchrooms, tail intertwined with Zhang’s

you shovel food into your mouth, uncaring of how much you were eating, and as you stare at the empty plate, you crave for more

he seems to know and gives you his plate, saying that he’ll grab some more, long legs carrying him easily to the food area as you dig into your meal

Fike elbows at your side, telling you to slow down on the eating with a playful smile, and before you can even turn to respond to the recom, you hear the familiar pounding of Zhang’s feet against the tile as he tackles Fike, snarling and growling like a feral animal and telling him to keep his fucking hands off of his mate

just like you, he had been eating much more than he usually does, putting on more weight and strength onto his body, and you hadn’t noticed with your own preoccupations with your own problems

right now however, as you hear utensils clatter and the resounding shouts of the others telling Zhang to stand down and get off, you don’t move and only watch as Zhang acts like a wild animal

as he claws and growls, Lyle and Z-dog grabbing onto his arms, you feel a twinge inside of you, something angry and dark and possessive

you’re not aware of your own body as you rip Lyle off of Zhang, baring your teeth and hissing as you sink your claws into Lyle’s arms to get him to back off

Lyle lets out a shout of pain and anger, and he uses his strength to throw you to the side to get back at pulling Zhang off of a bruised and swollen Fike

Zhang ear’s twitch at the sound of your yelp and turns his gaze to Lyle, his eyes more pupil than iris as he hisses and struggles in their grip, shouting something incomprehensible

you breathe heavily, the world muffled and body much too warm to be normal, and you stare up at the ceiling as you try to focus back on your surroundings

standing back up, something pricks you in the neck, and you sluggishly turn around to find Quaritch with a tranquilizer gun in his grip

it’s the last thing you remember before you pass out

you wake up to a cold room, floor hard and unforgiving as you wake up, and you whimper when you feel cuffs digging into your wrists

heat prickles underneath your skin, and you groan uncomfortably at how your clothes stick to your sweaty skin and how the bright lights burn your eyes

the room is empty except for you cuffed to the chair, and you let out a low whine at the cold and harsh room, it was everything unlike your soft bed

thinking feels like a struggle as your tail lashes behind you, and your hips rut against the chair instinctively, trying to find some sort of friction as your brain slowly processes the claws of arousal deep in your gut

agonizing pleasure runs through you, and you whine and whimper as you keep rutting your hips against the chair, the friction of your underwear dragging against your sensitive clit

it’s only you and the sound of the chair squeaking as you uselessly chase for a pleasure that won’t come your way

no matter how fast or how hard you try to grind into the chair, your orgasm sits just out of reach, teasing and torturing you as it slips by your fingers every time

time seems to tick by slowly as you start to cry tears of frustration, and your hands clench together, trying to claw at the hard metal to get yourself free

the door opens in your room, and you can barely recognize the figure of your colonel in the room, his body flinching as he sniffs the air

he clears his throat as he uncuffs you, but his touch only sears your skin and your body flinches away from his fingers as he uncuffs you

his heavy hand grabs at the back of your kuru, and you’re helpless to let him guide you through the hallways, steadying your stumbling as you pant heavily and try to deal with the pain cramping in your body the longer he touches you

there’s the sound of something whooshing open, and then Quaritch gently pushes you into a dimmed room, the familiar scent of your bedroom hitting your nose

you rush over to your bed, nearly jumping into it before you realize that doing that would only ruin the carefully built fortress you had built

relief floods you as you bury yourself into the sheets, and you bury your nose into the linens as you sigh in relief, fingers curling into the soft material

a low whine leaves your throat as you hump your own bed, desperate for something more, and there’s a low sob as you bite your lip, orgasm still just a breath away from you

the door creaks open again, a sliver of bright light illuminating the room before it disappears, and you sniff the air, ears perking up as you scent Zhang

he rushes to you, pupils dark and golden irises nothing more than a razor thin ring, and you growl as he steps into your bed without your permission

Zhang pauses, muscles straining with the effort of listening to you, and you get up on your knees and tug at his shirt

hurriedly, he pulls it off and hands it to you, and you press it to your nose and search around your bed on the perfect place to put the soft material

as your hands press it into one of the creases, a small purr leaves your chest and your tail flicks behind you happily as you finally complete your bed

something clicks in your head, and you look back to Zhang, tilting your head for him to come in

slowly, he steps into the bed, and he brings his hands up to cradle your face, his breaths slow and deep as he fully takes in the scent of you and your arousal

and then it’s the clash of your lips against his, claws tearing and ripping at the clothing clinging onto your skin and his

his hands push and pull at the weight you’ve gained, groaning in appreciation at the plush curves, and your hands do the same, squeezing at his thighs and brushing over his soft stomach

his lips never leaves yours as you fall down onto the bed, back pressed into the soft linens, and he ruts his hard cock into the plush of your thigh

Zhang only pulls back to attach his lips to the curve of your jaw and then to your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and sucking dark hickeys into your skin

your hands bury itself into his hair as you moan into the air, your hips meeting his as you grind against each other

he pulls a high-pitched whine from your lips when he moves further down and licks at your chest, sucking and placing long flat licks over your nipple

you whimper and arch your back off the bed, pushing your chest further into his mouth, and your legs part further to make way for his body as he shuffles further downward

his teeth bite into your nipple, his other hand kneading at your other breast and rolling the sensitive nub in between his calloused fingertips

he can’t seem to get enough of the taste of your skin, moaning as he teases your chest, and you can barely stand the pleasure swirling in his head

it’s a heat that crawls underneath your skin, one that melts your brain and only heightens everything that you feel, but his touch is only cool to the touch, soothing and calming the fire that burns your nerves

pleasure clouds your thoughts along with need and want and the overwhelming scent of Zhang

he stills your mind while also riling it up at the same time, bringing your head out a fog of unsurety and into the haze of him

his mouth detaches from your nipple with a loud pop, lips swollen and fangs lightly gleaming into the low light of the room, and he moves his mouth to your other nipple

never once does he stop rutting against the bed lazily, his hands kneading at your skin and your chest and everywhere else they could possibly touch

and his tail lazily sways behind him, content and happy with how he tastes and worships your body

finally, Zhang trails his kisses down your chest to your stomach, biting into the slight fat of your lower belly and purring in contentment at the sight

his hands part your thighs wider before he uses an arm to press the tops of your thighs into your torso, presenting your pussy to his eager mouth

he uses his other hand to part your swollen folds, salivating at the sight of your cunt drooling just for him and your clit aching for attention

you whine loudly, hands clawing at the sheets as his tongue presses into you and his nose grinds against your clit so deliciously

it’s too much and not enough at the same time, his tongue fucking into you and trying to find your sweet spot to make pleasure explode behind your eyes

Zhang moves his mouth up to your clit, tongue laying flat over the sensitive and swollen bud and dragging up it as his fingers goes to slide into your pussy

he groans at your taste, and you squirm and gasp underneath his as he sucks on your clit and curves his fingers up inside of you, the rough pads of them massaging right into something devastating

you whine and grab onto his hair with your hands, tugging and pulling at the strands as he laps at your clit, and he only groans as you pull at his hair

his gaze is focused on you however, his eyes meeting yours and watching your every move, how your chest heaves up and down and how his marks litter across his skin

it makes him growl and fuck you on his fingers harder, desperate to make you cum first, and small little whimpers are punched out of you at the pleasure

your pussy clenches around him, so close to your release, and Zhang knows it too, smiling up at you and flicking his tongue back and forth across your clit while his fingers press into your sweet pot

a loud cry pierces through the room as you arch your back off the bed and clench down on his fingers hard, cummong on his hand and letting the tidal wave of pleasure carry you down into the deep

there’s a haze in your mind that curls and coddles you, bringing you into its warm embrace, and you can’t think properly as Zhang fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm, making it last for as long as possible

his fingers slow down in their pace, and he detaches his mouth from your clit as he pulls his fingers out, eyes flicking to look at how your release coats his fingers

white and creamy and dripping down his hands, he places his two fingers into his mouth, tasting your release and moaning at how sweet it is

you can’t notice, head too busy in the clouds to really comprehend what was happening, and you let out a small groan as Zhang shuffles upward, hooking your knees over his shoulders and moving up until you were in a mating press

the length of his cock presses against your folds, hot and heavy and long, and you whine for him to fuck you, please, you need him to fuck you so badly

he licks his lips at your begging and slightly brings his hips back, just enough to line himself up with your drooling cunt and slowly slide in

tilting your head back at the feeling, you whine as he pushes in further and further, seemingly never ending, and you paw at the sheets, overwhelmed

Zhang groans and stops, giving you and him a breather, and you whine that you can take it, just please, you need him to fuck you, please please please

he lets out a slight grunt, saying that he was only halfway and that he needs to give you a second, and you blink at him owlishly and bite your lip, trying to contain a small moan

you already felt so full, you’re not sure if he can even fit all the way, and as if he catches the look on your face, he says he’ll make it fit, a rare smirk on his face

his statement distracts you enough for him to thrust in a little more, and it punches a whimper out of you as you gasp for air

he fucks into you slowly, hips moving back and forth, sinking you deeper and deeper on his cock until finally his hips meet yours, grinding into you and against your clit

stars trail across your vision as you gasp for air, and you whine and groan, the small tears in your eyes falling at how stretched you felt

Zhang kisses the small tears away, and small whines and whimpers escape from you as you try to calm down and adjust

you’ve never felt so full, so full of him and surrounded by him, ever bit of his skin touching yours seems to send your brain in a fritz, and the sound of his heavy breaths as his eyes stare into your sends you heart into a frenzy

soon enough, the pleasure outweighs the pain, and your hips slightly rut into his, begging him to move and fuck you, the instincts in your body driving you to have him

he wastes no time, hips grinding and then fucking into you ruthlessly, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room along with both yours and his moans

with every thrust, his pelvis slaps against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure into you, and he keeps eye contact with you, refusing to let you look away from him

it makes you whine and your head to grow fuzzy, and you can’t help it as your cunt clenches down on him and you cum on his cock

a growl escapes from his throat at how your pussy hugs his cock, but he keeps fucking into you, hips never faltering or stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to chase his own and fill you with his seed

his thrusts are relentless and brutal, bullying your walls, and you let him drive you into overstimulation, cries and sobs leaving your throat

with a barely noticeable stutter of his hips, he groans deep and leans his head down to rest his forehead against yours as he cums into your abused cunt

and yet, he still doesn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you as he paints your walls white

his pace slows down eventually, the last bits of what he had to give you filling you and seeping out onto the sheets of your bed

the both of you pant, and he moves your legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist

but he stays buried deep inside of you, and he presses his weight into your body and also slots his lips with yours

you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes as he moans into your mouth and hums at how your legs squeeze his slim waist

it was strange how quickly you had grown attached to him, but the thought flies from your mind when he parts from your lips and flips you around so that your ass is high in the air and so that your face is smushed into the softness of your bed

he mutters that he needs more, needs to fuck you again, and you whine as he fucks into your overstimulated pussy, one hand reaching underneath you to rub at your swollen clit

in the research room, Quaritch sighs when he hears from the scientists that you and his best sniper wouldn’t be available for at least a week, something had triggered your heat and Zhang’s rut, and all of you were helpless to nature

[marymary-diva17]

The life we once had with you (2)

rooms x reader + spider

The past had come back into your the life you had made here, after sixteen years they are finally back in your lives. They were no longer the same people you remember, as they had dramatically changed over the times of being apart.

Spider “ come one slow pokes I know you can move faster then that, or has been being dead for sixteen years made you all weak”

y/n “ spider don’t do anything stupid”

spider “ yes mom”

Quaritch “ wow our kid is something special is he always like this”

y/n “ yes he had spent sixteen years here, of course he will be like this”

Lyle “ I can’t believe we are getting a show up by our kid”

Z dog “ I have to agree this kid is showing us up”

y/n “ no he is showing you all up now come on let’s see, if you are still the mighty soldiers” you soon took off climbing a tree and following after spider.

y/n " come on soliders are you coming or are you going to stand there like skxwangs" you had let out a laugh which had been followed by laughter from spider.

quairtch " well come on lets get going" the recoms soon nodded their heads and soon climbed the trees trying to caught up with you and the kid, but they soon realized you and spider had become natural to this whole thing.

spider " come on slow pokes I know you all can do better"

prager " that is definitely your son colonel"

quairtch " yes I know junior is doing well"

spider " hey old man no junior here the name is spider love it"

y/n " spider" spider soon laugh before he had taken off once again into the forest.

lopez " I swear what do you feed him why does he have so much energy in him"

y/n " well first of all he a teen and second of he a navi teen they are always like his, and heck this is his personality"

Z-dog " so he was born navi after you transferred in your avatar body"

y/n " yes I found out I was pregnant with him days after the battle, and no expected him to come out as navi and blue but we are here now"

mansk " you have done well to raise him well and fine young man"

y/n " thank you"

????? " mom"

recoms " ahhh" spider was soon seen handing down off a tree branch as he looked at the group of adults.

Z dog " kid how the heck did you get back here you were gone"

spider " got you all man you all should of seen the looks on your faces"

y/n " down"

spider " yes ma'am"

quairtch " well it good to know you have some request for the adults, we will need to work on that"

spider " we will see about that"

y/n " no fighting come on you all need to get you bodies ready, for your new lives here and then we can see if you all can fly"

recoms " fly"

lyle " like those creatures we had seen"

y/n " yes now come" you had soon started walking away as the recoms and spider look at each other, there was no lying spider is your son he acted like you. He did also look like quairtch as well but it was easy to say the boy had taken after you.

y/n " hey are you all coming or no"

spider "coming mom"

hours later

quaritch " so why have you and the kids have made us climb all the way here"

spider ' easy to see if you all can fly we can't keep to the ground forever"

Z dog " wait so we are getting Ikran"

y/n " yes and meeting some friends of ours as well" you had made a call way you are looking up at the sky, and soon enough spider had made the call as well. Soon two ikran had came landing onto the ground near the group.

y/n " this is my ikran I have named her freya”

mansk “ wow she beautiful”

y/n “ thank you”

Lyle “ what about yours kids”

spider “ his name is sora I think cool name and, he seemed to like it right buddy” sora had nodded his head.

y/n “ you all will bond with one of this wild ikran and soon take flight, but you all most know the ikran will have to choice you not the other way around”

Lopez “ oh great that sounds like fun”

y/n “ are you all up for the challenge or no”

Quaritch “ we never back down from a challenge love” the recoms had nodded their heads in agreement as you laugh.

spider " well see you in the skies" spider soon jumped off the cliff making everyone rush towards the edge, as his ikran soon took off and caught him.

y/n " I swear that boy plan in giving me heart attacks all the time, he does something dangers"

quaritch " like his mother I can see"

y/n " he more love you now go on your first to of colonel" quairtch soon nodded his head, as he soon went first to tame his ikran spider was watching for afar.

y/n " quaritch" you had soon him going down as panic sent in as you are worried about him and the others, he soon came back up flying on the ikran. Soon everyone starts cheering for him as he flew around them.

y/n " oh eywa give me strength" The rest of the recoms soon went to get thier ikrans, it had gone well for them all. The group had soon went flying for a bit, to get the team use to flying their ikrans and making a bond as well. They had soon made camp that night and everything was going well.

lyle " this has been a good day"

y/n " yes it has it seems like you all become use to looking like navi"

quaritch " we are still soldiers love we still have a duty to the rda"

y/n " for once forget the rda and live your own lives they are using you all, once again and will toss you aside once they get what they need"

Z dog " your right she right guys we all know that"

quaritch " what are we going to do now the rda has been our whole life here"

spider " they were your past lives now you have new lives here so live them. not everyone is given other chance in life"

y/n " my son speaking the truth it all up for your to decide live the new life or be the puppets for the rda once again, but know this I will not like any harm come to my son or my nieces and nephews ... along with many others ..... so I will use some words that you all told me many years ago pick your side us or them" they night everything had become silent, as everyone was thinking about the words you told them. There was much time of reflection and inner healing for everyone.

[nesaluvstherecoms]

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝.

“No matter how many times people try to give hope to themselves, truth remains that this world is unfair. Unfair and cruel. But yet the human nature craves that security, that sense of “justice”, that feeling that allows it to rest at night, convincing it that no one ever goes unpunished for their wrongdoings. And that naïve human nature, fuels the cycle of order. The cycle of mass control and ultimate power over the masses. Because no matter how unfair life gets, there will always be a motherfucker who goes “oH, bUt nOt tO worRy, gOd wiLl pUnIsh tHem” or “tHeY wiLl spEnD eTernItY iN hElL.” or “kArMa wiLl gEt tHeM oNE dAy.”

And it’s always been like this. Since the beginning of humanity. Because that’s what gives human beings the hope and motivation to live, to go on. But yet…. no one seems to actually do something about this unfair world now do they? It’s always “life is unfair”, and “this world is cruel” and “people are soulless”, but nothing is done about it. People just let themselves be controlled by those on top. They don’t revolt, they never do. They obey like little sheep, living their tiny miserable little lives, with no courage to open their eyes and revolt against the cruelty that all of us have been forced to live in. But hey it’s okay. At least they’re safe and secure in their homes right? A place they can be themselves in.

Well, if they’re not living in war that is.

War. War is the main gear in the world’s clockwork. War is the physical manifestation of the hunger human nature has for power. War is the sheer difference between peace and chaos.

Do you ever wonder who are some of the people who suffer most in this world? Soldiers. Don’t get me wrong. There’s plenty of assholes among soldiers. But some of us… some of us don’t deserve this. We go in the military, wanting to protect our people, to fight for what is right. But is there such thing as right? Are we really protecting? Or are we destroying?

Do you want to know how the game works? The game being a soldier’s life. Because that’s what our lives are. Games.

Well, let me tell you how it works. Let’s pretend that you’re a soldier. You sign up for the military. The first part of the game is very clear. You’re nothing but a pawn and you’ll remain a pawn until you play. The rules are very simple. Take what they give you, give away what you have to, and the difference is yours. The question is…. How big is the difference?

That’s what us soldiers live for. The difference. What we can make out of the war. What we can get out of it. Because what we can save from war…. Is ours. There are lots like me. We’re the actual players. Not the people who live their normal lives, no. They’re still pawns. We on the other hand have become players. Because on the one side of us soldiers, there are the cattle. You. Who let TV, and media, and religion do the thinking for you. And we’re supposed to fight for you, to protect you. While on our other side is power, who believe that we soldiers are shit at the bottom of their shoe and feeble minded cattle. Over on the barn these people on power, want us to take care of them, because a long time ago they gave up on themselves and now they won’t lift a single finger. So that is the game. In this world there are people who don’t care about themselves and there’s authority that doesn’t care about them either. And us soldiers, we are in the middle. We sorta owe something but to whom and what? That… we don’t know…”

The dim lights of the medical wing fall upon Y/N’s new body, giving a shine to her new and smooth striped blue skin, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her tail flicks slowly behind her, side to side, like a cobra sizing up its new prey that it has just set its sights on. Her new sharp, amber eyes, trace the outline of her nimble and slender fingers as they fidget and intertwine with each other. Her breathing is slow… her mind is still in a haze. She sits there on the bed she woke up in an hour ago, her elbows resting atop her knees, her head down, eyes focused in observing her new hands as she tests and stretches her new fingers. She hasn’t looked in the mirror yet. She’s afraid to. Afraid of what she will find. Her mind goes through her inner dialogue over and over and over again, like a broken record stuck in the record player of her brain.

“How big is the difference?”

“We owe something…. But to whom and what?”

“We’re not pawns…. We’re players…. Right…?”

She swallows the saliva that has pooled on top of her now larger tongue. Her throat seems to find some relief at this, the dry inside finally getting somewhat of a moisture. Her eyes dart to the mirror in the corner, her ears folding back in contemplation. No. She’s not ready to look yet. She swallows again.

Her ears pick up at a sound, the cartilage raising up in interest. Her sharp hearing being able to capture the faintest sounds in the distance. Looks like there’s chaos in another room, somewhere down the hallway. She can hear multiple people yelling, along with the rupture of objects being thrown. But the sound is faint, even for her now extraordinary hearing. So she pays no mind to it. She zones out the sounds, focusing back on her hands. She runs her eyes through them again, inspecting every pore, every claw-like plate of keratin at the tip of her slender fingers, every inch of skin covering the flesh. At least her hands haven’t changed their beautiful shape. Although she’s not very fond of the blue embedded in the cells of her skin. She inhales deeply, testing the capacity of her lungs. Her chest puffs up as her intercostal muscles and her diaphragm contract to enlarge her chest cavity for the expansion of her lungs. She holds her breath for a few seconds. And then exhales, closing her eyes.

Her tail keeps flicking slowly. Her eyes open and dart to the mirror again. No. Not yet. She closes her eyes yet again…. Wanting to go back in that deep sleep, where her mind is blank… dead… unaware and empty of what’s going on around this new alien body. She swallows again. Her body moves back, laying her back on the bed again. Her shoulders hurt from staying in the same position for one hour, a sharp pain shooting through her trapezius muscle. Or has it been one hour? She’s not sure. Her head falls back on the bed, eyes now moving up to see the same operating light she saw when her eyes opened up for the first time in this new world. But she wasn’t alone when that happened. She was surrounded by people in lab coats, gently trying to wake her up to life. Then when she was responsive, seeing that she was calm and quiet, they left her alone in the room. She keeps her legs out of the bed, her bare feet planted upon the cold tile of the room. At least the icy temperature provides her with something to feel, anything to take her out of this numbness. She closes her eyes again, her hands resting on top of her flat belly. She doesn’t like it. The muscle is too hard, too firm. Her breathing is slow, but steady. She runs through her inner dialogue again.

“War is the main gear in the world’s clockwork. War is the physical manifestation of the hunger human nature has for power.”

“Are we really protecting? Or are we destroying?”

She swallows again. Her ears try to pick up any sounds as her vision remains dark under her closed eyelids. Nothing. This time it’s quiet…..

A series of clicks make her eyes snap open. Her upper body jolts up, turning her head towards the sliding doors, tail raising straight up in alert. Amber eyes target with caution the piece of metal that slides open, body ready to pounce at any possible threat. As much smaller people walk in, she calms down. It’s them. The same people who woke her up. Her tail falls back down and her ears relax in their natural position. She eyes them up, carefully watching their movements, as the sliding doors close behind them. One walks up to her, standing just a few inches away from her knees. It’s a woman. She smiles under her glass mask, looking at Y/N with friendly eyes.

“Colonel L/N.” She says firmly, giving Y/N a warm smile. “We apologize for our absence. We had a situation with another Recombinant.”

Recombinant. That term is familiar to her. She has seen and heard it somewhere. But where…..

The woman continues.

“How are you feeling, Colonel?”

Y/N blinks a few times. She hums.

“Where am I? What is this?” She manages to say. Using her vocal chords for the first time. At least her voice hasn’t changed. It’s the same voice she remembers. A bit more raspy for the moment but, still the same.

The scientist answers.

“I understand your confusion Colonel, so let me explain. We’re in the Interstellar Vehicle Vindicator which is currently in the orbit of the planet Pandora. The Vindicator is tasked with transporting the team of Recombinant soldiers to Pandora, as part of General Frances Ardmore’s invasion fleet.”

Something clicks. Y/N’s pupils dilate as everything snaps back into to place, memories flooding her brain like a river. She remembers. She remembers.

Her breathing becomes rapid, tail flicking wildly behind her. Her eyes are wide, brain scrambling to process the vast amount of new information. At the sudden change in Y/N’s demeanor, the doctors become alert. Some of them back away in caution and fear, sedatives at the ready. They do not want another incident, like the one with the other Colonel just a few moments ago. And at least the other Colonel had his team to calm him down. This Recom however has no one. If she decides to lash out…

But she doesn’t.

She stays silent, taking rapid breaths, eyes wide as she stares shocked at the tiles underneath her bare feet. The doctors make eye contact with each other, unsure of how to approach the situation. The lead doctor clears her throat, attempting to speak to Y/N again.

“Colonel? Are you-“

“I remember.”

The doctors look at each other worriedly, exchanging alerted glances.

The Recombinant finally raises her head. Her gaze isn’t numb, unsure anymore. It’s the same gaze of the heartless, ruthless soldier. There’s that glint in her eyes. That glint of determination. That glint of pure confidence and sheer willpower as her amber eyes stare coldly at the lead doctor.

“I remember everything.”

She doesn’t like this no gravity shit. She can’t maneuver her body properly. Not that she could in the first place. She’s huge now. Standing at 7’8”, towering over the people below her. Well maybe towering isn’t the right word but still, she’s considerably taller. And bigger too. She kinda likes it. Gives her that physical intimidating leverage that she never had before. Just the fear in the scientists eyes when she stood up earlier was enough to put her in a good mood for now. It was funny. Seeing their expressions. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t enjoy that they feared her (maybe she did, just a little bit), it just made her smile a little at their wide eyes as she stared them down. At least she’s back in proper clothes now. The camo pants and tank top that they provided her with, feeling way more comfortable on her new body than the hospital gown that had left her bare ass exposed for the rest of the fucking world to feast their eyes upon. Although, her tail was a pain in the ass to get through that hole on her pants. It took her some minutes to figure out how to move the thing and to get it through that damn hole. Now it was flicking slowly behind her like it had a mind of its own. She moves her shoulders back once before relaxing them again. She doesn’t like the feeling of not having a bra on. Even with her new body, her bust is larger than a native woman’s usual proportions, and her plump breasts feel unsupported. I guess that’s what you get when your DNA is a mix and match between two species.

Her thoughts are interrupted as a human approaches the transparent screen that she’s currently holding onto for dear life in the zero gravity space. She watches as the man approaches and gives her a small polite smile.

“Colonel.” He says firmly. Y/N nods in acknowledgment, watching as the man fumbles with the screen. After a few seconds it lights up, displaying an image.

“Whenever you’re ready ma’am, you can start the recording.” The man explains politely, before floating away, leaving her alone once again. Her eyes are now focused on the screen before her. She stares at the icon of the paused recording. The young woman on the screen stares back at her, unmoving. Y/N takes a deep breath, eyeing the image. Black pupils trace the familiar features of the young Colonel on the screen. Her posture is straight, elbows leaning on top of the table, military uniform as neat and elegant as it can get. Her demeanor is one of confidence and calmness, the aura of someone who has full trust in themselves. The Recom wonders how she herself looks right now…. because she hasn’t gathered the courage to look in the mirror yet.

The Recom swallows, eyes darting at the corner of the screen, where the details of the recording are displayed. L/N. F/N initial. Fourteen years ago. The tip of her finger presses on the glass screen.

“Evening Colonel.” The woman greets with a confident smile, nodding once.

“I’m hoping this recording has found you well. Welcome to the world. Although it’s not the world you are acquainted with, similar rules still apply. I’m guessing that your memories should be back by now, but if that’s not the case then let me refresh them for you. I am Colonel F/N L/N, commander of a 14-man Marine Special Operations Team in the United States Marine Corps. And you Colonel, are my Recombinant. A clone of mine in the living and breathing form of a species of sapient humanoids called the Na’vi, who inhabit the lush moon of Pandora.”

Pandora…

The Recom swallows again, tongue running subconsciously over her newly obtained fangs.

“Two weeks ago a special order arrived for me. As I am currently speaking, a non-governmental organization in human space which goes by the name of The Resources Development Administration, or RDA, is preparing to fly a mission against a Na’vi stronghold. The man in charge of this mission goes by the name of Colonel Miles Quaritch, a RDA Security Operations commander, serving as the chief of security on Pandora, although currently serving as the senior RDA commander. In case things go south, the RDA is currently running a backup plan to restore and make sure that the minds of their best on world operators are not lost. This is known as The Recom Program, where a fully sentient hybrid soldier is embedded with the recorded memories and personality traits of an individual human. If this mission fails, this program will immediately be launched in preparation for a second invasion to re-establish the resource mining and colonizing operations on the exo-moon.” The woman on the screen pauses, eyes skimming over the camera before she continues.

“General Frances Ardmore has personally ordered for me to be apart of The Recom Program as well. I have never been to Pandora nor have I ever been acquainted with the RDA or Colonel Miles Quaritch. However, the General knows me personally and has insisted in me being apart of this program, so if time comes, my Recombinant will be there to assist her in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity's future home on Pandora, including to help her eleminate the resisting natives. And that is you, Y/N. My Recombinant. If you are seeing this then that means that Colonel Quaritch’s mission has failed and The Recom Program has been launched.”

The woman raises her hand, taking something from the table. She holds her hand in front of her and displays the object to the camera.

“This is a Soul Drive. My identity, skills, personality and memories have been uploaded into this special link device which will be sent to a lab that is currently engineering you in an amnio tank. You will be imprinted with the contents of this device, making you an essentially genetically modified clone of mine, inheriting my memories up to the time of the backup.”

Colonel L/N puts the object back on the table. She then turns to the camera again.

“Your squadron will be taken out of their amnio tanks shortly after you. You will be in charge of them, yet again. They are the Recombinants of the main operators of my 14-man Special Operations team, so you’re well familiar with them even though you haven’t met them yet. Your purpose is to assist General Frances Ardmore in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity's future home on Pandora, including to help her eliminate the resisting natives. Since I have no experience in the harsh and hostile environment of Pandora, neither do you. That will be a problem. You are not on Earth, you are in the harshest and most hostile environment in the entire Alpha Centauri System. It is going to be hard for you to adapt. However if you’re a clone of mine, with your extraordinary skills, uncanny instincts, the knowledge you have of Pandora, and unchecked determination, you will more than excel in that environment. Do not forget you are a combat-tracker, known for exceling in a fluid and volatile environment. You are a covert, jungle, desert and urban operator, sniper and saboteur, versed in a wide range of fieldcraft and tactical capability. You will not fail me Y/N, and I am sure of that.” The woman says confidently, raising per head slightly up, proudly.

“At the time that you see this recording, I may or may not be alive. A Marine’s life is never guaranteed, so neither is mine. However the case might be, I wish you the best in your mission and I place in you my most sincere and deepest trust.”

The Colonel pauses for a while. Her e/c eyes then look at the camera softly, staring deeply into the Recom’s eyes.

“Remember sweetheart…. You’re nothing but a pawn and you’ll remain a pawn until you play. Take what they give you, give away what you have to, and the difference is yours. Because the difference is what makes you the middle player between the cattle and power. Because that…. is the key to winning the game.”

And with that, the recording ends.

Title Explanation:

"The Few. The Proud. The Marines." has been used by the Marine Corps since 1977.

This slogan reflects the unique character of the Marine Corps and underscores the high caliber of those who join and serve their country as Marines.

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