#zdog fanfiction

[marymary-diva17]

The life they once had with you

recoms x reader

There was a life that you had planned with, the ones you love so much. They had become the ones you love and care about so much, and they love you as well. Soon the life that everyone had thought will be happening, all came crashing down. As you and the ones you love had taken different paths in life, you for the love of pandora and Navi and other for the RDA. Soon it was hard to go back to how everything once was in the past.

y/n " ....." you are visiting the ground where the ones you love had dead in the battle, they had picked their side in the war and there was nothing you could do to change their mind. soon a faint baby cry had been heard, you soon looked down at the baby in the carrier.

y/n " don't cry my son everything will be alright I'm here your mom is here, to love you and care for you" spider cried had dead down as you held him, and kissed his forehead as he smiled at bit.

y/n " I wish I had the chance to make them change to see the beauty, of this place but that never came they picked thier side and I picked mine ... they were all good once but that all changed that day"

Jake " y/n"

y/n " hello Jake"

Jake " I came to see you and spider I had a feeling you were here"

y/n " yes they were dear to my heart Jake I still love them and care, and and that might happen for the rest of my life .... I'm a blind fool"

Jake " no you are not you are someone who loved and this is what happened"

y/n " yes I'm happy we saved the people and pandora as what happened, on earth should never happened here I will keep fight if the rda comes back ... I will give up my life for my sons and all the children to have peace in their lives"

Jake " you will not be alone we will be here as well" you had smiled at Jake as the two of you stayed there a bit while, before the two of you had left the place.

Few Years laters

spider “ mom”

y/n “ yes my love”

spider “ can we talk more about them"

y/n “ sure honey we can talk about them" you and spider are sitting in the common room of the home, as the two of you ate dinner together.

spider " mom what made you fall in love with them"

y/n " well they had been good once in their lives and we all, had dreams and stuff we wanted to do ... they had become my friends and soon lovers I thought I will be happy with them forever"

spider " that all changed"

y/n " yes I didn't like what the rda was doing and decided to fight, when they had been loyal to the rda until their finally days ... there was still love between us all but we all went down different paths in life"

spider " so my dad is quairtch"

y/n " yes I found out I was pregnant with you after I had done the eyes of eywa, but I was happy I had you in my life after all the tragedy that came"

spider " do you miss all your friends and them still even after all that happens"

y/n " they will always have a special place in my heart"

spider " Had you been scared of them"

y/n " yes I no longer show the ones I love I tried to speak with them, but those words seem not to help"

spider " ......"

y/n " my son you will become your own person I'm telling you that, what has happened in the past shouldn't hold you down and shouldn't effect how everyone see you"

spider " yes mom"

y/n " good my boy I love you and the family we have here"

spider " thank you mama and I love you as well our family as well" you soon smiled bring spider into a hug, as you had kissed his forehead. Spider will take all your words to heart remember them when he got older, you and him had made a life here after all that happened. The happy moments you had with your son, will not be lasting forever as war will come once again.

Spider with the recoms

spider " ......" spider had been captured by the recoms the avatar of his moms former lovers, that had come back from the dead and were now here. He had been captured by them after the avatar had come he lost sight of his mom, but he was hoping she was okay with everyone else. he really wanted to go home to you and the everyone else.

lyle " is the kid going to eat"

mansk " I don't know he been keeping his distance from us since we took him"

z dog " he got to be Jake kid with his wife you can't tell me I'm wrong he blue and navi like the other kids"

Quaritch " He has to be or he could be any of the other scientist kids"

Prager " y/n wasnt lying this place is kinda of beautiful"

mansk " yeah she was right after all"

mansk " remember when she tried to get us all to come with her to study flower"

Z dog " I remember that it was a good day"

Brown "out of us all her the colonel had been closer"

quaritch " don't hate me become of that" spider had been watching and listening as they talked about you, it was easy to see the relationship still had a spark after all these years. Soon a small call had been heard, spider soon made a reply.

lopez " hey kid who did you call"

???? " he called me" the group soon turned around to see a navi women pointing a weapon towards them, she was looking them in the eyes. The women soon stepped forward toward them as they got a better look at her.

quaritch " y/n"

y/n " quaritch" quaritch soon went towards you and soon hugged you happy to see you once again, soon the other had come to hug you as well.

Z dog " we are so happy to see you we thought you were gone"

y/n " well I'm still here and I'm shock to see you all as navi"

Mansk " why are you dress as one of them where is you human body, are you with them"

y/n " that all can be talked later I have come here for ...spider"

spider " mom" you ran passed the recoms and went towards your son soon hugging him.

y/n " my boy I was worried I tracked you here after hearing you were taken .... I'm so sorry"

spider " it okay mom"

quaritch " wait this kid yours and not Jake kid"

y/n " no he my kid I had him sixteen years ago"

mansk " wow that long ago"

quaritch " who the father"

y/n " it your son miles I found I was pregnant after the war, I and my son here had become navi and spent all our lives here"

lyle " wow"

quaritch " so you are my junior"

spider " maybe what is it to you"

y/n " easy"

quaritch " wow he is your son definitely"

y/n " yeah"

Brown " if we knew you were pregnant we wouldn't have ...."

y/n " there no time to talk about that now it in the past, and right now after everything the rda has done before I rather just take care of my son and see he okay"

spider " mom is everyone okay"

y/n " yes but they had to leave we will join them soon my boy" spider had nodded his head, you soon sat down on the grass with him checking his injuries.

Prager " I check over him he good"

y/n " thanks but it good to make sure he okay clearly the navi way"

prayer " may I watch to learn"

y/n " sure" you had checked spider and he was good which made you happy.

spider " what next mom the rda will be after us now they already destroyed some of the forest"

y/n " well we leave from here join up with the rest of the family, and everyone else ... but what of all of you" you soon looked at your lovers as they looked at you.

z dog " huh"

y/n " well you come with us and learn the ways of navi or stay puppets to the rda and, have your fill of pointless revenge"

quaritch " you are right so we are coming with you and my son"

spider " ......"

y/n " we can make that happened spider will you help me"

spider " yes mom" spider gave a glare towards them as he received his bow and arrows.

lyle " hey kids where are you going"

spider " fishing I will be back that rda food will not be good for us all"

quaritch " we should send someone after him he ..."

y/n " he will be okay and he needs his space right now it been, a very long and hard day"

quairtch " okay we understand hey maybe now we get to the live, the life we all dreamed of with some changes"

y/n " yes that will be good"

[7s3ven]

Get your Christmas requests in early :). Once my exams finish, I'll try and do as many Christmas specials as I can.

Send in your requests through my inbox, the more detail, the better! I can do any genre tbh.

Characters available...

- PJO: Luke Castellan (my bae, tumblr knows me as the luke fanfic writer 💀)

- COD: Simon Riley, John McTavish, John Price, Kyle Garrick (+ maybe König or Horangi if I’m up for it. I can do Poly! 141 too)

- HP: Slytherin boys (duh), Oliver Wood, Harry Potter

- AVATAR (blue aliens): Recom/human Miles Quaritch (can’t leave my bae out 😻), the other Recoms, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Aonung

[truetogaia]

Eventful awakening

Pairing: Recom!Z-dog x Recom!Reader ✩

WARNINGS: smut- fingering, dirty talk, strong words, reader in heat, Con noncon.

here it is, i wrote yet another oneshot in one sitting. This time its a smutshot dedicated to my wonderful girlfriend z-dawg.

Here is my navigation for further exploration ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

Reblogs and support greatly appreciated<3

Word count: about 2,400!

The buzzing of lights was constantly harassing your new ears, sharp light blinding your upgraded vision. You groaned, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the shooting pain residing in them. Waking up in a new, bigger and blue body sure wasn’t an easy task. You couldn’t even understand why they had resurrected you to begin with, you weren’t the greatest soldier that had ever served the RDA, you were a nurse. A nurse in the Colonels squad, but still, just a nurse. 

You sat at the front, in a very uncomfortably puny chair. It had been designed with the intention of serving the recombinants, but it was still way too small. On your left sat Lopez, very intrigued by his new, slightly bluer palette. He traced the pattern on his arm with his bigger thumb to distract himself from the General's boring introduction.

Zdinarsk had been placed on the chair to your right, restlessly fixing her posture, prying a new pack of chewing gum open. Your ears reacted to the sound of the wrapper being torn up, she noticed the exaggerated flick of your tail and the sudden movement of your ears. You tried playing it off, letting out a light cough to cover up your actions, but she had already caught on. She chuckled, a deep sound coming from the depths of her throat, and handed you a piece of gum. But she didn’t just give it to you, no, she gently brought the piece to your mouth, and as you opened it, slowly laid it against your tongue. Her face displayed a smirk, filled with delight as your lips closed around the gum. 

The general's cough made you break eye contact with your colleague, instead shifting your attention to Ardmores disappointed stare. You sat up straight, barely noticing the soft smile that was tugging on Z’s lips. 

The introduction went on for hours, and it felt as if it never stopped. Several of the RDA’s most acknowledged scientists explained basically the same thing in different formats over and over. You gnawed on your bottom lip, bored out of your mind. You noticed new things around you, the constant tapping of Ja’s boots, the popping of z-dogs gum, the continuous deep breaths of the Colonel. 

You also noticed another thing, something originating from yourself, a tingling sensation in your whole body, accompanied by a raging fever. The feeling had yet to seize even by the end of the lecture, a whopping 3 hours later. It was nibbling away at your sanity, and you knew exactly what it was. 

Being a military nurse, you always had a good grasp of all things relating to health. You had listened carefully when the scientists explained certain new illnesses and health phenomenons, not wanting to miss out on any important details, for the sake of the squads future. You finally concluded that you had hit the strange, animalistic phenomenon known as heat. Panic started to spread internally, a researcher had just gone on about the many consequences and repercussions and you knew you were absolutely screwed. When the meeting ended, you finally let out a frustrated sigh you had held during the entire thing.

When it was time for the assignment of dorms, the people who designed them realized that there were not enough dorms. There was one missing. Everyone else had already been given theirs, everyone except you. You could smell the fear exuding from those responsible. As if your day wasn’t already going to shit. 

It was then decided that, until they could finish your dorm, you were going to have to spend a few nights in one of your comrades' dorms. Now, don’t get them wrong, the other recoms liked you, adored you even, but they were very private people. Privacy and space was very dear to them, and you completely understood that as they were all quiet when the assignors asked for someone to have you share with. 

The room was completely silent for a minute or two, nobody spoke a word. 

“I can take her.” Someone suddenly said, you turned around, ears perking up as you saw Z-dog. You smiled at her kind gesture, not expecting the slight smirk that was placed on her face. It made your stomach tingle, oh no. 

“Perfect!” One of the humans exclaimed. No matter how large the knot in your stomach grew or how raw  the biting anxiety felt, it was greatly overshadowed by the intensifying lust, blurring your vision with a romanticizing filter. 

You figured the majority of your colleagues had taken notice of your difficult situation based on the flustered look on their faces, along with the rising tents in their cargos and the longing stares on your body. You grabbed your new tail, hugging it against yourself to create a sense of security.

As the other recoms retreated to their abodes, Z-dog remained. She was waiting for you to walk with her. Your legs almost buckled and gave way as you took the few steps in her direction, she noticed and placed a gentle, but firm, hand on your arm, presumably trying to steady you. But she didn't notice the yearning in your eyes, or the goosebumps that were slowly but surely settling on your skin at the contact. 

The walk to her dorm was tense, you didn’t dare speak a word to her, afraid it would come out as a whine or even worse. It was already very late, the clock in the hallway showing 11 pm. Expecting an early morning, you figured it was better to get some sleep immediately when arriving at the dorm.

It turned out to be a less successful plan, when you opened the door, you were met with a wardrobe, a bathroom, some comfortable furniture, and a single bed. One bed. You realized the danger all too late, you couldn’t back down now, you couldn’t ask any of the other recoms to share a room with either since the outcome would probably still be the same anyway. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Z-dog’s voice surprised you, breaking you free from your thoughts. 

You laughed nervously, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Oh yeah of course, it's nothing, I just feel a bit hot, it's hot isn't it??” That was stupid, stupid stupid stupid. If she hadn’t suspected your heat before, she was definitely suspecting it now. 

/The head of the scientific field was standing in front of your squad, nervously describing the meaning of heat and how to deal with it. A rule was quickly established to prevent any dangerous risks and outcomes, if a colleague was in heat, you were obliged to help them, though in a very professional way. It was to never be spoken about again./

Z-dog brushed it off, not thinking much more of it and walking to the bathroom to clean herself up. You, however, were struggling. The heat was only increasing in ferocity, you were almost drunk on lust, but your determination was stronger. 

The real challenge came when it was time to go to bed, you had laid down first after Z-dog had left the room to collect a glass of water. The tingle between your thighs was intensifying with vigor, you let out pained whines when your thighs accidentally rubbed against each other, creating the friction you were oh so desperate for. 

The door opened and Z appeared in the doorframe, holding the mug in her hand. At least she hadn’t heard the soft noises you had produced, a positive result of the soundproof doors. You turned to your side, facing the gray, concrete wall. The covers rustled as the other woman got comfortable beneath the covers, a soft groan escaping her lips when she stretched. Your body reacted to the sound, making your heat throb. You tried your best to ignore it, managing to withhold it long enough for the sound of Z-dogs deep breaths to fill the room.

A few hours went by, the sensation between your legs was unbearable now. You couldn’t suppress it anymore, figuring that maybe you could sneak a finger or two and not wake up the figure sleeping soundly behind you in the progress. To be honest, a part of you, buried deep in the core of your animalistic dna, wanted her to wake up, to take care of your throbbing center and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. 

You cried out as two of your digits made contact with your slick, you were taken aback at the amount of wetness. It was more than you had probably ever produced in your human life. You rubbed your thumb against your clit, moaning softly at the feeling.

Completely lost in your own pleasure, you had failed to notice the movement behind you until you felt two warm, big hands slide around your waist. You flinched, letting out yet another moan at the unexpected contact.

“Oh.. I see whats wrong now.” Z-dogs voice was coarse and raspy from waking up so suddenly. “Do you need some help sweet thing?” She purred.

You nodded hastily, your sense clouded by desire for the woman pressing against your back. She moved one hand slowly down your abdomen, teasing you by tugging at the hem of your shorts. You whined, quickly scurrying out of the obstacle. You felt her soft hands sneak further down, making contact with your arousal coated folds. The moan that escaped your mouth when her thumb rubbed over your clit was so loud you were afraid every single person on the base had heard it. Z-dog laughed behind you, a low, scratchy sound that made your core clench around nothing.

“Are you really that desperate? Oh you poor thing,” she soothed, fondling your cunt, ravaging your clit with the pad of her thumb, “so needy hm? It’s okay darling, I'm here.” You cried out at that, unconsciously moving your ass to press against her crotch. 

“I'm sorry sweetheart, I don’t have one of those.” Sighing, she rubbed you faster, “Might have to get one though.” She breathed. You felt a series of sloppy kisses against your neck, trailing from your shoulder to your jaw. She sucked and kissed over the bruises, marking you. 

Your moans were high pitched, Z loved that you produced these sounds for her, and that she was the only one who got to hear them.

“Please, I..” You breathed out, sentence interrupted by a rough flick to your clit, followed by the massaging of one of your breasts. 

“What is it baby? Come on, use your words.” You almost came at that, her voice only fueling your craving.

“I want your fingers, plea-” another interruption, “please Z…” Z-dog couldn’t stop herself, she instantly pushed two digits inside of your hole, suppressing a moan of her own when she felt the way you squeezed around her fingers. 

“Jesus darling, you’ve got me in a chokehold.” You subconsciously started rolling your hips against her hand, begging for her to add another, and she did. The feeling of three big, rough fingers stretching your pussy out only made your sounds increase in volume. Z’s hand moved to your throat, choking you slightly to stop you.

“Fuck, baby I know it feels good, but you don't want any of the men barging in and stealing this moment, hm?” She questioned, while increasing the speed of her digits, pounding them into your needy core. You shook your head, she continued her assault on your neck whilst using her thumb to rub circles on your sensitive clit and her other hand to knead your breast. “Shit, you sound delicious,” she growled into your ear, “might just have to eat you up next time.” 

She was continuously hitting your sweet spot with each thrust of her fingers, you felt a familiar knot starting to form in your abdomen, she could feel your cunt clenching around her, “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” You nodded hastily, eyes rolled back into your head, mouth slightly agape, drool running from the corner of it. 

The knot in your stomach finally snapped with a final thrust of her digits, coating them with your slick arousal. She hummed, continuing to pump her soft fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm. When you were done, she brought her fingers to her mouth. You heard the pop of her lips as she licked your arousal clean off, a satisfied noise following the action. 

Your eyelids were heavy, threatening to close any second. You felt the warm touch of a cloth rub against the inside of your thighs, going up over your messy cunt, cleaning up the mess you made. Kisses were placed on your collarbones and shoulders, accompanied by gentle praises and compliments.

“You were such a good girl.”, “I'm so proud of you baby.”, “wow, what a mess you made, hm pretty girl?” 

You quickly fell into a deep sleep, the feeling of a body pressing up against your back, hands wrapped securely around your waist. You unknowingly purred, not catching the chuckle coming from behind you. 

The next morning, you woke up extra early. You felt all too tired, abnormally exhausted. As you made your way to the meeting room, you received glances from random passersbys, why were they staring at you like that? You shrugged it off, continuing your strut down the narrow hallway. 

When you arrived, your colleagues shared knowing glances between each other. Z sat in one of the chairs, looking mighty satisfied. You cringed a bit, vaguely remembering last night's events. However, the only chair available was the one right next to Z-dog. You hesitantly made your way to the seat, carefully sitting down, feeling the intense gazes of everyone in the room. 

“So.. Y/N, I know the doors are supposed to be soundproof but.. maybe next time, make sure the door is completely closed too.” Lyle said. You felt your face heat up at the laughter that erupted from the squad. You looked over to Z, seeing that she was completely calm. 

You felt her lean over to you, face getting ten times redder when she whispered, “Make sure to take good care of me when it's my turn, nurse."

[xandy-toady]

Zdinarsk x Afab!Reader || Relationship + NSFW HCs

I love her sm, would let her eat me out deadass bHAHEHSBSHUS

Happy Valentine’s babes!! A gift from me to you, a treat!! 💞

Warnings ; Strap on, oral, daddy kink, exhibition kink, fingering, lmk if I missed anything that should be here!!

MAJORITY NSFW THEMED MINORS DNI

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>Ever the flirt, she makes it her mission to get you flustered or smiling once every day

>Just saying a sweet I love you out of no where which always catches you off guard—it’s so fucking sweet when she just suddenly blurts an “I love you y’know” :((

>Staring lovingly just knowing you can feel her watching

>A hand grabbing your ass, some blatantly dirty comments in front of others—

>Whispering how she wants to bend you over right here on the table with everyone’s watching, hand creeping up your thigh

>Yeah she fingered you under the table, thank god for the mess that was the Recoms and their never ending noise making

>You’d be caught if it weren’t for the ruckus around, your own twitching movements unnoticed the smell however not so much, blue heads eyeing around every so often unsure of where the smell was coming from exactly, Zdinarsk was bold but they never assumed you to be the type to do shit like this—

>Had you bent over the table as soon as everyone had left, mouth sloppily eating you out

>Genuinely was such good head, both of you a bit more excited then usual at the rush, Zdinarsk was basically drunk on you at this point, slurping and loudly moaning loudly to let you know you taste so fucking good to her

>Just straight up porn echoed in the recom dining room—

>She finds lots of her own pleasure in you

>ANYWHO

>Zdinarsk KNOWS what’s she’s doing—

>Though she isn’t just the flirty, horny lesbian girlfriend!

>She’s constantly bringing things, usually a pretty flower she knows is safe from having to look up what flowers you could or couldn’t touch, yes she went to your fellow “science pukes” to ask, no she will never admit she asked for a little help Your colleagues told you abt it, lowkey cried it was v sweet that she put in that effort just so she could bring back safe flowers for you :((

>Definitely is one to love when you run to greet her, genuinely jump on her

>She loves seeing you so happy to see her :((

>Quaritch always nudging her when he spots you in knowing, scoffing a bit in amusement at how his colleagues ears perked in knowing that was a signal from him

>Always catches you too, will effectively spin the two of you around together :((

>Some of her favourite time spent with you is when you’re in her bed, tucked away in her arms as you sleep.

>She enjoys your company, even when you’re not awake she loves it!

>Fondly stroking your head, purrs increasingly in volume and her tails swaying calmly and happily

>SLOW BLINKS AT YOU JEHDUDHS Just like cats, Na’vi subconsciously will blink slowly at something they love, and Zdinarsk is just jdjdhdisnd :(((

>Its the best, even when she says something so vile and dirty to you, you know she doesn’t mean the cruel words spilling from her mouth it at the way her eyes blink so slow

>Riding her strap and you can’t help but lean in for a quick kiss, returning your own small ‘Love you too!’

>Its such a sweet moment

>Though through the simple kiss, it spurred her on quickly turning into her fucking up into you when she decided your pace wasn’t good enough

>Fingers circling your sore pulsing clit making your head go back to blank, previous thoughts of softness replaced with only her and her touch, Zdinarsk’s name on repeat

>Sitting up a bit seeing you starting to become more limp, leaning on her forearms all to mock your desperate moans up close, laughing almost evilly under her breath when all you can do is sob out for her and claw at her

>Lowkey call her daddy in bed and see what happens

>Because when you joked around and called her daddy one time, a new kink was unlocked, she learned she loves being called Daddy

>She dragged you away after a minute of staring with blown pupils, because holy shit she needed you right now

>She ruined you that night

>Made you beg for daddy’s touch, she got very into it for hours, you genuinely had to stop her before you were only in pain—you usually only sprinkle daddy in sometimes when you’re in the mood for being 100% her little slut

>God she fucking loves waking up to nail marks across her body—

>The painful sting when she glides her hand over a particularly deeper scratch you had made, smirking wide

>She had got up for the washroom, and now she found herself admiring the small trails you left behind on her

>Coming back to you fast asleep, bruised and lips swollen from the night she spent essentially devouring you

>Now that she was more awake, she could actually take you in

>Sitting by your sleeping form and taking every bit of the peace in, thinking on and on about how she just wants you to be safe and to always feel loved, thinking about how badly she loves you and what’s in store for the future—

>Actually like?? Talks to you while you’re asleep too lmao?? You’ve woken up a few times to listen in on her troubles

>She’s not the best w saying what’s bothering her, as most of the soldiers are, but you know she’ll always tell you when you’re asleep, it’s nice to still somewhat be there for her, even while asleep, knowing it helps her out is all you need (You do bring up certain things of course when you wake up those odd few times and are concerned)

>Zdinarsk rolling up to the gym in a sports bra and her usual pants, absolutely showing of the marks you gave her, which ends in Lopez finding you to ask how your evening with your giant GF was you punched him for that one, meanwhile your heavily tattooed friend just cackled at you >:(

>She just loves the stares, like yeah you better fucking look? Just showing off

>Especially when she swings around after hitting the gym, approaching you basically half nude while other scientists stared and gawked at her

>Lyle hyping her up when he sees her, makes a big scene commenting on how she definitely got busy last night, asks for details like an intrusive weasel LMFAO—

>When you walk by her when she’s sitting, it’s more often then not that she pulls you into her lap

>Gently guiding you to rest on her legs

>Her hands always at your waist too, she’s obsessed whether you have curves or not, it’s just the perfect place for her hands to go on you!

>Thumbs rubbing your sides soothingly 😭

>She wears her strap in public so much idc idc

>Zdog needs to make sure she’s prepared of course! prepared for whenever she needs you bent over for her—

>Doing gun training and it’s cut short by her demanding you put the assault rifle you held down, to bend over all pretty over the gun table

>Or when she saw the opportunity to fuck you on Lyle’s bed, Lyle was livid but also really turned on at the fact two people w pussies had been kissing and fucking on his bed, idc he’s a bit of a perv sometimes we love him for it though ✋

>Often makes you ride her strap

>Something about seeing you on top of her makes her eyes roll right back ✋

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>KEKEKEKEJEBDJ HOPE YOU ENJOYED, HAPPY VALENTINES TO EVERYONE EXCEPT THE CISHETS KEKEKRKKJK REQUESTS OPEN!!

[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.

[quaritchsbunny]

Z-Dog/Zdinarsk as a Yandere (hc styled fic)

Wc: 4.9k (watch this flop because it’s so obnoxiously long idk why it just grew itself into a full blown pic)

Warning/Tags: yandere behavior, slightly toxic behavior, obsessive behavior, f!reader x zdog, medic! Reader, recom!reader, mature language, a bit graphic description of an injury including blood and flesh degredation, a bit of forced touch, i have no idea how actual injuries work please just go along for the purpose of fiction, zdog kinda being an asshole but she’s just been through it, unhealthy obsession, zdog is just in denial for half the fic, biting, enemies (kinda) to lovers?

A/N: My second fic ever and first time writing for a female character ahhh! I really don’t like the way I wrote this one but what can I say I really tried my best, I hope this is to your liking anon! Welcome to any comments and requests!

Extremity Scale : 3.5/5

Type of Yandere:  Obsessive, Worshipping (unknowingly), manipulative, slightly sadistic

- Zdinarsk is what others would call a heartless beauty

- Although masculine with her striking mohawk and exhibits of tattoos that spread like blooms throughout her newly blue body, the soldier had been endlessly pursued by RDA officials, scientists, comrades, male and female alike despite her cold attitude

- And one by one without a clench of her jaw on the monotonously sweet bubblegum she always seemed to be chewing, she had laughed callously before turning them away, mind focused solely on her occupation as a recom soldier

- On the battlefield, she was ruthless.

- Shots were fired without a second thought once she held her aim, and whether it was a gun, arrow, knife, or chain in her hands, her cold amber eyes didnt allow for a second of compassion before she made her kill.

- Zdog wasn’t afraid of pain, her many colored bold tattoos on various parts of her body displayed hours of needles that had penetrated her with ink, yet she adorned them like it was a part of her.

- It was all these qualities that made her a worthy comrade to officials and authorities like Quaritch and her trust recom team, valuing her professionalism, tolerance and bravery.

- Her cool exterior seemed to be impossible to break, it seemed to be part of her personality, even her closest comrades in the squad never saw her portray any emotion other than callous joy at the aspect of conquest or the neutrality she seemed to carry with her everywhere.

- Because she never saw a need to feel anything other than that, what was the point? Any other emotion wasn’t going to pay her, being soft or sympathetic like the RDA did for her cruelty when it was directed towards the natives. And damn a soul who bothered to try to entertain her romantically, that shit didn’t touch her heart or her body in the slightest, she stowed away the young part of herself that dreamed of connection with a person that can understand her and instead suited herself to a form in which she didn’t care for the affection of others.

- It was nothing more than a waste of time to her, Zdog had considered emotions to be consuming and useless, and when she wasnt out scouting with the recoms in the thickets of pandora, her little free time was easily passed in the thick leather sketchbook, her fingers thoughtlessly skimming over the thick sheets, nails digging in the cursed piece of charcoal (it was the closest thing to a pencil, the sick RDA officials only had office pens as an alternative) as thick lines formed into her next tattoo design

- As such, the only emotion Zdog really felt except for callousness and the joy of victory was minor annoyance.

- Annoyance towards anything that wasn’t needed, such as the resourceless parts of pandora, the tears of mourning that came with death, the lack of efficiency from any comrade, such things only wasted time and got in the way of the ultimate goal

- Which was why she particularly despised you.

- You were a recom too, but not a soldier

- You were a healer, just as you had been as a human, you had died healing the RDA soldiers that were wounded in the war between the navi and RDA

- And for whatever reason, the RDA had insisted on adding you onto the short list of people to recombinant for a new blue team on their return to Pandora, arguing that your healing skills were essential to survival

- Why did the scientists waste their time and resources putting you into a recombinant body, and then waste the fuel putting you in a cyro and shipping you all the way to pandora?

- Why were healers a thing anyways? Zdog’s scars always healed on their own, fuck the bandage or the cream. The only way to truly heal, as learned from multiple experiences Z-dog had, was to expose the damn bleeding scar to the air and let it bleed until it learned to close its own weeping mouth. The body has to heal eventually, it's why so many organs exist just to keep bood pumping.

- So the first time Zdog had unfortunately stumbled across a carnivorous plants in the thickets of the annoyingly damp forests of pandora, skillfully targeting her right bicep as it sank its teeth into the beloved inked arm of the unsuspecting soldier that was leaning across a tree, it was to both her and your misfortune that the colonel had sent her straight to you with commands of healing and treatment.

It was the first time you have received a patient since your arrival to the new RDA base, and your eyes widened when the outraged female was thrown into the ward, her upper right arm’s flesh seemingly curving inwards like the chunk of flesh was deflated from the bite.

“Colonel, I’m fine, a couple painkillers and it’ll be good as new” she barked, fangs bared as she tried to keep in her tears of both anger and physical pain, tearing through her like wildfire.

Colonel Quaritch only threw you a look of firm command as he commanded “do whatever you gotta do to get her arm good, and take your time, she’s not coming to missions for two weeks”, the colonel turned on his combat boots, leaving you alone with the hysterical soldier

Zdog whirled angrily, shocked and disoriented as she had never been off duty for that long. Reaching for the Colonel to come back before her head reeled from the fresh shots of pain up her raised arm, her blood dripping onto the bare silver floors of the ward.

You acted on instinct upon seeing the spurts of blood, rapidly bunching up gauze as you pressed into the wound, sitting her down on the bed.

Zdog hissed angrily, her body thrashing as her arm shook due to the huge amounts of loss of blood as she cussed incoherently, channeling her anger in attempt to stop you from wasting her time

“It’s people like you that make injuries worse, you don’t need to interfere, the body heals naturally, that’s the whole purpose for recombination, not that you would know, fucker who took on blue to do absolutely nothing”

“You’re right” you say calmly “the body heals naturally, just like how it was also that carnivorous plants nature to sink its teeth into your bare arm”

The glowering female soldier says nothing as she glares back, watching you as you unwrap the towers of gauze upon her wound.

You ignore her profanity and swiftly inspect the wound after pressurizing the opening to avoid amputation, the ink from her spilling out and blending with the dark blood as it swirled on her indigo skin.

Zdog cursed her heart as it beat rapidly, trying to look anywhere other than your knowing eyes that meticulously scanned her marks of injury, reassuring that her sweat and rapid shaking was from the physical shock and not the way your lips pursed together in expertise as you reached to grab disinfectant

Without warning, you poured the disinfectant on her wound after retracting as much blood as possible, the burn of the alcohol hurting almost more than the damn plant’s bite as it spilled into the marks, cleansing the indents from the vicious carnivorous plant

However the sear the disinfectant brought was a tickle compared to the rapid fire spreading amongst her heart, pumping blood rapidly at your firm touch on her arm and the whiff of sweet cherry she caught as your head whipped to place the disinfectant back on it’s shelf and disappeared behind a cabinet, digging through creams and bandages

Zdog had told herself it was only a natural reflex, her body trying to react to to pain as it sped it’s organs up, swallowing thickly as the your sweet scent left her surrounding, leaning forward from her resting position on the bed to catch it again

“What a medic, abandoning your patient like that”  Zdog scuffs, the popping of her bubblegum breaking the silence in the room

“Please lay back Miss Zdinarsk, rapid movement will cause more blood loss” you reply as you approach her again, her eyes immediately mellowing when your sweet scent invades her again

“No one calls me that anymore” she breathes out, biting back her huffs of pain as you press the q-tip of healing cream into the cleaned wound, circles rubbing along the raw flesh. “Z-dog, or Z works”

You nod, leaning back as you rest the q-tip on the silver tray as you reach for a bandage. “Well Z, luckily there's no signs of infection, I suggest regular icing to increase blood flow to the area and less intense use of that arm” you lay an ice bag by her non injured arm.

“For how long, this is the arm i shoot with, i’ve actually got shit to do”

“Depends on the speed of your muscle recovery, for humans though, it would be at least 3 weeks before you can do lifts with that arm again without permanent tissue damage” Your fingers worked nimbly, wrapping the bandage around her toned arm

Her relaxed form suddenly seemed riled up again as the words came out of your mouth, frown etching its way on her face as she growled. “I’ll be fucking damned”

“And because the bite had drawn your blood out of that part of your flesh, your tattoo ink had also leaked out with it, so that might be distorted, if not gone” the bandage was pressed with care before wrapped with another layer of gauze.

The cold buzz of the AC in the ward almost did nothing to combat the way her face heat up as your palm pressed the bandage in place with medical tape, before she remembered the proper emotion she was supposed to be feeling, rage, not whatever appreciation she was developing towards a person that only made her future work inconvenient by dramatifying the injury

“Listen Z, I’m only here to help, I know this is a frustrating situation, but the only thing you can do is to rest, and if there’s anything i can do to help in your recovery, please tell me” you say, your recited script towards angry patients such as her prepared as she kicks herself off the bed, stalking towards your form as you explain softly.

“Listen up miss nurse, I didn’t need this. I’ll be going out to the mission and I’ll be doing whatever I like with this arm that you only damaged more with your shit medical proceudure.” She growls angrily, the blood loss from the injury and your scent making her head spin with confusion. 

Why did she have the urge to pull you into her, to feel your sweet scent closer, what is this strange undertone to her anger?

You say nothing as her non-injured arm slams her first into the wall behind you, her bubblegum scent ghosting over you as she towered, tail swishing excitedly as her tone said exactly the opposite things

“I didn’t ask for this, the recombinant bodies heal faster and I don’t need your false pity, and maybe you’d know if you actually did anything other than sit in your pretty little ward, so i’m gonna fucking show you now”

What she did next shocked you, it hadn’t processed in your brain that her single hand had somehow made it to pin both of your arms above her and you were only able to see the flash of her mohawk as a warm spotch bubblegum was spat out. And before you even had time to squirm in response, you felt fangs sinking into your blue neck much similar to the way the carnivorous plant had done to her arm, but with surprising tenderness

Zdog had no idea what she was doing, no. She did. She was doing this to teach you a lesson, to demonstrate how the recombinant bodies worked as you clearly had no idea. She wasn’t doing this because of how much she indulged in the fluttering in her heart and stomach when she tasted the softness of your skin, the addictive feeling of your flesh on her tongue.

No blood was drawn, her saliva connecting her to the bright mark as she pulled away, still glaring at you as she inhaled sweet cherry rapidly, savoring the sweet taste of your flesh and laughing against your collarbone as she heard your cry. Damned the way her body relaxed like a cat as she retreated.

“And you’ll be paying for that tattoo that i lost” she said matter-of-factly, boots sliding across the floor as she slammed the door to the ward, leaving you dazed, confused, and the mark on your neck burning as her brown queue swished out of sight, the ice bag chunks rattling like her heart on the way out.

You couldn’t deny that you had enjoyed your little scuffle with her, you couldn’t help it, feeling the magnetic attraction the soldier exuded from her built form and confidence. And even if deep down you knew it was wrong, you’d be stupid to report it to anyone in the RDA, the recom team was basically the backbone of all the physical operations holding the establishment up, they wouldn’t hear a recombination nurse out if it meant the best to them

Zdog returned to her quarters, jaw empty of the bright pink bubblegum that frequented her mouth as she rolled her tongue around her teeth, trying to memorize the way your flesh felt around them.

In her mind, gnawed a voice, telling her to apologize to you, to see you again, to thank you

Her head reeled with swirling new emotions that she swore were useless as she layed on her bed pried open her sketchbook, trying to sketch an image of you, memorizing every feature before she realized her dominant arm was in too much pain.

She huffed frustratedly, before throwing her head back to her pillow, and icing her arm

Whenever she had been injured before, her comrades had laughed at her weakness, taking it as a chance to demote her position or belittle her for feeling pain, along with the fact that she had been a female, it had caused her to be pushed around.

But you? No “get over it”s or belittling laughs, just words of genuine advice as your fingers pressed gently into her wound, smoothing over the years of mistreatment she had received, and whether it was rehearsed from years of expertise as a medic or genuine care, your sweet cherry scent made it all too confusing to distinct.

Now all that filled her head is the sound of your sweet voice as it reassured her and your form in the white medic robes that softly pressed against her cargo vest.

Reminiscing, she lifted the ice bag, tracing the bandage where your delicate fingers had graced upon her arm, and a smile made its way upon her face unknowingly.

A brilliant excuse to see you again creeped its way into her mind as she ripped off the bandage, admiring the way you had folded it intricately as she held it to her chest, her heart beating rapidly.

I need to see her again, I need to, and I will no matter what.

Deep down she knew it was not needed, but two weeks off with an injured arm called for routines out of the ordinary.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just do something useless for once, the anger would be just as time consuming as the weird feeling of attachment she felt near you.

She slept disturbingly well that night, the cloth held close to her chest as she dreamed of tied hair, marked necks, and sweet cherries.

Despite not having duty, the responsible soldier still awoke early to send off the colonel and the rest of the team, still holding back her complaints when the colonel shook her head, telling her she wouldn’t be any good with her shooting arm injured before he assigned her to stay at the base.

As soon as the recom helicopter lifted off into to pandora sky, she skipped excitedly to the mess hall, where breakfast was being served, cherry red gum popping in her mouth as she scanned the room for a particular blue medic

Her heart seems to sink stupidly when not a single other blue form was seen in the room, her jaw tightening around the cherry gum as the flavor seemed to taunt her

That’s right, this is what you deserve for being such a impulsive asshole, indulging yourself in emotions that waste more of your time, and wasting even more energy walking around to find her

You see the agile female’s tail swishing curiously from miles away, you approach her, squinting when you realize she doesn’t have her bandage from yesterday

Zdog’s jaw immediately falls slack when she smells it, her heart racing, reciting your name, as it sends her stepping back towards the source, almost knocking into your form.

“Back so soon?” You tilt your head towards her bare arm, scar breathing without the bandage

“Looking for you nurse, just needed another bandage, you didn’t anchor it enough and it fell off when I was sending the squad off earlier” Zdog says fluently, rehearsed words from her practiced scenarios ready for whatever response you have

You only raise your eyebrows, chuckling as you led her back to the ward. Not that you were really a faster walker by any chance, the soldier made a strong effort to take smaller strolls to admire your beautiful form from the back, the sweet swirls of tenderness and affection filling her as her heart pounded louder and louder as you sat her down to bandage her, almost 10 times as intense as the way it had felt yesterday

Correct to Zdog’s assumption, the scar had indeed healed a lot faster than you had expected, though her arm was still sore and healing, the wounds had closed up a lot faster than expected

You raise your eyebrows when you see that her scar has healed fast, leaning back as your eyes scan over it

She gulps almost nervously, voice coarse and low as she mumbles “what’re you lookin at, nurse, get on with it”

“Maybe you were right, recombinant bodies really do heal much faster, i doubt you really even need the bandage” you say hesitantly, as if questioning your own healing abilities

Zdog’s eyes widen as she reaches out for you, fingers around your arm as she tries to sound as threatening as possible, but her words coming out as pleas instead ``Nope. You’re a medic aren’t you? So do your job and bandage me, or else I can get you fired and on your way back to earth” she had plotted this with so much meticulous thought just to feel your fingers on her arm again! It surely can’t go to waste, she was gonna go out and find another carnivorous plant if she had to

You smile softly, chuckling and the sound goes straight through Zdog’s ears into her heart. 

What is this fluttering feeling? Why won’t it stop?

“Where’s this compliancy coming from, you barely let me do anything yesterday, Ms. I have shit to do with this arm” you sit down and twist the cap off the healing cream, grabbing another q tip

Zdog rolls her eyes naturally, although she cant help but open it faster when she feels the rub of the soothing cream on her arm, amber eyes trained on your experienced movements

“If I really wanted to get back, maybe I should heal in the right way so I can do shit faster” she muses, fingers tempted to run themselves down your delicate queue and spine that was exposed to her as you leaned to heal her

You blink, sighing as you reach for the gauze “I think you were right though, maybe these procedures are only damaging it more, maybe it needs to just breathe. Are you sure you need the bandage?”

Zdog nods rapidly, her bold neck tattoos becoming a blur of black and blue as she spits out, trying to keep up her shell up and ignore whatever was swirling in her heart an brain “What do you think? Does that arm look anywhere near healed to you? Do you want me to walk around unbandaged and get a worse injury?”

It wouldn’t hurt to just indulge in the useless things a little bit, processes that only really waste time if it’s with you. It wouldn’t hurt to just have it on if it meant your fingers would grace my arm everyday

“Plus, I’m sure the only reason the lil nasty’s recovered this fast is because of your speed and expertise in treating it yesterday, don’t question your skill” The sentence hopped out of Zdog’s mouth almost unknowingly, and she almost wanted to bash her head against the wall. What did she say that for? You didn’t need reassurance, reassurance was for people who didn’t know anything, people who needed others to walk them along

Before her thoughts become more self deprecating, your laugh echoes through the ward, the cold silver and white walls suddenly becoming welcoming as you shake your head, anchoring the gauze in palace on your arms

“Flattering, but I really mean it when I say I think you may have been right about recombinant bodies healing faster” you lift your neck, bearing the mark that was violently purple yesterday, faded to a shade of lavender with the fang indents like marks of violet.

Zdog swallows, feeling both guilty and in a weird way, proud when she sees the mark.

“Yeah about that, that’s my bad, I was pissed and out of my mind because I’ve never been told to stay off duty yesterday, being out all day in that damp jungle heated my blood, and I may have been tryna prove a point about recombinants but that was completely fucked up and unnecessary”

she looks down at her lap, 9 feet body suddenly feeling like she was a young human girl in the marines again, disappointing her sergeant for not being as strong and capable as they expected

You set down the gauze gently and lean down to peer at her, her downcasted gaze unable to see the slight blush on your face “I’m not gonna say it’s okay to bite a medic that was trying to treat you, but you’re lucky it was me, I didn’t mind it that much, and it really did prove a point that recombinant bodies heal faster”

Zdog nods quickly, happy as she detected no anger in your voice. “Never trying that again for sure though”

“The world’s medical field is in danger if that's what you act like to everyone who tries to treat you” you chortle

For the rest of the day, Z-Dog spent time helping you maintain the ward as an extended apology to her behavior yesterday as she continued to indulge in the honey like emotion that came with being near you

- Through the next week, the ward seems to grow warmer and more homey every time Z-Dog visits (though by the first four days, her arm was completely fine, she found excuses) unknowingly, Z-Dog began to sink in the feeling of the previously useless emotions, letting it consume her until she was wasted in love

- Without knowing it, morning visits for rebandaging had turned into long conversations where Z-Dog healed more than the injury of her arm, but burns and bruises of her childhood and life as a female soldier that was constantly undermined, you saw that her hard exterior seemed to be a essential part of her that she needed for protection

- And to be honest, Z-Dog didn’t think really about what she said to you or how she said it, words just flew out of her mouth as the soft feeling of trust and affection drifted over her, your understanding gaze and comforting words binding you together like a web

- The bonding had quickly grown into something wordlessly essential and romantic, things Z-Dog always used to qualify as a waste, but now just like her cold exterior, the soft moments where your hands interlaced as she talked to you about her past seemed just as natural.

- She was almost always in contact with you, physically, whether it was the ways her eyes followed your every move or the way her hand was always by your hip, shoulder, head, it became a constant

- She followed you everywhere in the guise of protection in return for you healing her and never let her eyes off you

- And even when you were busy or actually did have other RDA matters, they seem to come cancelled last minute on short notice (because even the officials knew not to mess with a injured recom soldier that was defending the organization), and you couldn’t just leave Z-Dog alone, her words always seemed to have a way of wrapping themselves against you

- “You’re gonna leave your injured patient waiting alone like that when she’s in pain needing medical attention? Wow, I thought you cared about me” 

- “You still owe me for the tattoo, yknow, so it might be less financially burdening in the future if you treat me well right now”

- There were many late nights where Z-Dog had opted to stay in your quarters instead of hers, arguing that she slept better and healed faster, her sketchbook filling up with doodles and intricate charcoal lines with details of you. Her beloved muse.

- Back in her own quarters, folded along her sketches of you were her past bandages, as well as hairbands she stole from you, keeping everything that you had touched or interacted with like a piece of magical artifact organized like a shrine upon her nightstand as she put them under her pillow, sleeping well to the thought of you.

- Two weeks had passed by and her arm was as good as new, as the two of you only grew closer and closer,  the romantic attraction was undeniable, your blue tails tangled together as her arms sneak around your waist while you you documented her healing progress at the ward

- Until one morning the cool, brazen female soldier was gone, leaving you alone and confused in your empty bed before you realized that her duty had begun again. The past weeks had been nothing but a vacation and relaxation for her, and now that she is back on duty you could certainly expect to never speak to her again. It was all probably just a sort of short term association with her

- The day passed in a sort of a weird haze for you, strolling around the base without the sight of your certain badass soldier you were infatuated with

The night after her first day on duty, rapid knocks sound at your ward door as you’re working overtime, trying to distract yourself from your attachment with Zdog. Distraught and confused, you rush out of your seat in your white robes as you open it and see the female soldier, bright as ever

“Oh? Come to visit after ditching me this morning?” You say, a bit salty as you step back, suddenly noticing a bandage on her upper arm again

Z-Dog only looks at you, pupils filled with affection and joy as she laughs “Actually, I need help with my arm again”

You blink back an eye roll, used to the intentional injuries she sometimes did to recieve more medical attention from you as you wordlessly sit her down on the bed like many nights before where you guys had laughed, cried, kissed, and loved as your nimble fingers unwrap her bandage.

The white gauze falls away and under the soft glow of your examination table light and your eyes are busy scanning for cuts, violet reds or blood, or dark bruises that you almost miss it at first

Black, bold, yet slick and elegant letters curve around her blue skin, replacing the faded and distorted tattoo that had once been there, thick and bold as the ink is fresh, you can almost still see the puncture of the needles that she so willingly sat through and for hours before she had rushed up to your door, the shock in your eyes blurs your vision until you focus in and make out the letters of your name, with a tiny, clumsy heart identical that you had doodled on her sketchbook nights ago next to it

“Z- what is this” You breath in awe

“Well, you were the person that helped my arm heal the fastest, and parts of my heart as well, so why not dedicate the new area of skin to you instead of redoing a boring old tattoo” She chuckles matter of factly, pulling you into her lap as you continue staring at in awe

“Oh Zdinarsk” You gasp, tears blurring your vision as you look at the huge bold letters

“You never paid me back for the one I lost though, so how about a deal” She looks up at you playfully, true unfiltered joy in her once callous eyes

“Be my girl? My personal nurse, hm?” She asks cooly, thumbs smoothing over your ears as if her own heart wasnt pounding through the heavy cargo vest she wore for duty

And when you nod happily as she pulls you into a kiss of many to come, she realizes in the moment that yes, love wasn’t entirely necessary, and neither was her tattoo, or opening up to you, or the feelings that overtook her when she held you to herself proudly the next day as she introduced you to the squad, arm still firm around your waist as if to mark you for herself

None of it was necessary, and yes, maybe she was wasting her time, her love, her emotions. But even love was nothing more than a waste of her time, she would gladly waste it all on you, over and over again.

[raving-raven-writing]

Recom Headcanons

So, some of this is from my mind, but some of these headcanons I'm sure are based off others' headcanons I've seen. Also, some of these headcanons may actually be written in terms of some of my fics that I have written for Avatar. Particularly if you have read my story Lost and Found or any of my Recom Smut series. @hellpmeimobsessed You asked me to tag you, so here you go! Warning: Some of these headcanons may contain mention of past abuse/past child abuse/past sexual abuse, and may also contain content in terms of what the character enjoys in the bedroom Brown: -Was SAed when he was younger -Loves karaoke, even though he might be a bit tone deaf -Enjoys cuddling naked with his partner -Did modelling for a brief period of time before he decided to join the marines Fike: -....I got nothing for him, sorry. No hate to him, just don't have any at the moment.

Ja: -Was raised by his grandparents -Seeing the EMTs work on his grandma sparked his interest in wanting to become a medic -A sensitive soul, rather quiet and reserved -Enjoys movies, most genres except for horror; is a bit of a baby when it comes to the scary movies -Has minimal sexual experience compared to some of the others; but has always wanted to titty f**k his partner -Him, Prager, and Lopez are close

Lopez: -Is a masochist and will openly admit to it -Comes from a large family, a middle child of five. Very close with all of them. -Has problems with authority figures, always having to hold his tongue so he doesn't get himself into trouble -Very protective to those he loves or is loyal to -A rather horny drunk...this may or may not be how he and Ja got it on Mansk: -Has a light sensitivity, hence the sunglasses all the time. But also uses the sunglasses as a layer of protection of being perceived by others -Sits somewhere on the autism spectrum but was never diagnosed, comes across as just being "socially awkward" -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Was sexually abused by his uncle as a child well up until his late teen years -Definitely a mama's boy - The younger of two kids. Has an older sister named Nora -Turned to cooking as a way to cope with his trauma--found he had a gift for it and just kept at it. But also enjoys making others feel good by being able to give them a good meal

Prager: -Is a pothead -Grew up with alcoholic/drug addict parents, but was eventually fostered by an old teacher who took him under their wing -Likes most types of card games and board games -Stress cleans -Enjoys rollerblading and skateboarding -Easy going/go with the flow type of person--both in day to day things and in bed Quaritch: -Grew up on a farm -Raised by an abusive/alcoholic father and a mother that fell ill when he was in his teens -The oldest of three children---lost connection with his siblings when he left to join the military -His relationship with Paz started as her simply flirting with him based on a dare, but eventually turned into a fling as Miles was impressed by her boldness -Smokes when stressed but turns to alcohol as a bad coping mechanism if given the opportunity -Enjoys camping and hiking and being able to be out in nature so he can reflect upon life and to be able to get more in touch with his emotions -Likes to take charge in bed, but Paz is able to persuade him into being a sub in some situations Wainfleet -Has a bit of a crush on the Colonel. He thinks it isn't obvious, but some of the others see it -Is a switch in the bedroom. But prefers to be the sub when he is with his girlfriend, Mina. -Makes jokes constantly despite the fact that he struggles with his mental health--saw being the funny man as a way to make others like him -A middle child of three; has an older brother who is also in the military, but joined the Army branch, and a younger sister, who died when he was about thirteen -Grew up on a farm, although not many people know this -Grew up being rather sensitive and a "cry baby" as his brother dubbed him. Was a big mama's boy and her death damn near broke him -Smokes when stressed

Walker: -Likes to scrapbook in her spare time -Her and Z-Dog have flings with one another, but neither of them would label themselves as an "item" -Likes to sit down with a good book on a stormy day and curl up by the fire with some comforting snacks Warren: -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Has a crush on Mansk (initially unrequited?) -Is gay, but no one knows this (at first) -Is very much a wallflower, people forget he is there sometimes -In sexual relations, is very straightforward and a take charge type of guy--but makes sure that he is never rough with his partner

Z-Dog: -Grew up in a house full of men. Her mother left when she was young, so she just had her dad and her three brothers -Was very much a tomboy before realizing that she liked girls more then she liked men -Her father was a mechanic so she knows her way around a car -Enjoys physical sports like boxing and kickboxing -Chews gum as a way to manage her anxiety as well as to curb any emotional eating Zhang: -Is one of the three "strong and silent types" (with Warren and Mansk being the other two) -Rarely smiles -Enjoys shibari (Japanese rope bondage) and 69ing -Looks mean since he has a "resting bitch face" but can be quite gentle and doting with his partner -Joined the marines as a way to rebel against his parents since they wanted him to become a doctor or lawyer or engineer.

That's all I got for now. Might eventually develop some headcanons for Fike and might add on to what I have here. Hope you enjoyed reading!

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[part 1] shameless recoms Z-Dog and Walker x AFAB reader smut

NSFW (minors dni)

here's part 2 (i'll also link it at the end)

I was already insane over Z-Dog, now get ready for wave two of that ft. Walker, and I'm starting off with a bang. I feel like I have been pushed beyond the true point of no return, so I'm gonna drag everyone down with me.

Friend said there is no heterosexual energy around these women and I totally agree

I tried my best to keep it gender-neutral despite reader being portrayed as AFAB, and my friend said the neutrality is pretty good, so I hope that this works for others, too.

tags: AFAB reader, gender-neutral, threesome, fingerfucking, fingersucking, nipple play, daddy kink, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, degradation (they call you a slut) Word count: 2393

(you just can't look at them then tell me they're not into women; unless you give me proof they aren't, keep arguing with the wall)

You were lying in bed, reading info logs on your data pad, when you heard the door hiss open. You swiftly turned your head towards it, then your shoulders dropped and you sighed in relief when you saw that it was just Z and Walker, your roommates. Judging by their glistening, blue skin, they'd just come back from the showers.

The two went to throw their dirty clothes in the laundry chute. "We didn't hear you leave the shower room," Z said casually, one brow slightly raised as she looked at you.

"Uh, yeah… I kinda just slipped out of there," you said, watching as they walked over to your bunk. Z loudly plopped herself down on your legs and Walker sat quietly on the edge of the bed next to you. "I was dead tired from all that recom body training," you added.

You noticed Z glancing at Walker's direction. You could only assume that Walker had looked back with the same knowing look on her face because Z's lips clicked into a grin.

Z then shifted her gaze onto you as she ghosted her long, slender, blue fingers up your leg, a playful smirk on her thin lips. "Too tired to have some fun, (Y/N)?"

Oh, no, you thought. The way she emphasised the word 'fun' sent your nerves thrumming with excitement and anticipation. Without thinking, you pressed your thighs together. You were late to realise what you'd done. Z was already revelling in the reaction she'd caused, staring back at you with hubris all over her face.

"C'mon, guys," you tried to reason, tone sheepish as Z changed to a firm hand slowly caressing your leg. You swallowed nervously. "It's really late, and training starts ea—"

Walker put a hand on your cheek and pushed your face towards her, her touch soft yet assertive. "Turning us down? You never did that before," she teased, a more subtle smirk on her lips. "Daddy misses having lots of fun with you, sugar~"

Z got on her hands and knees and stalked her way up to your face. She pressed her weight down half your body, draped her arm over your stomach, held your waist firmly, and whispered in your ear, "I know you want it, too, doll~"

She wedged her knee right up your crotch and your breath hitched reflexively. Heat instantly crawled up your face, but before you could do or say anything else, Walker grabbed your data pad and put it up on the top bunk, never once breaking eye contact with you. Her eyes pierced you with a ravenous hunger burning behind her glowing irises. Then she got closer to you and lightly kissed your jaw, dragging her tongue on your skin for a brief moment. A chill ran up your spine.

Z sensed it, and she wasted no time to start riling you up, too. You felt her press her tongue against your neck. She licked down to the base of it, leaving wet kisses and playful bites all over you. Meanwhile, the hand on your waist had snuck up under your tank top to rest on the bare small of your back, and Z pulled you closer to her. You felt her warm thigh against your mound.

You couldn't help keep a tiny moan from slipping out of you, and Walker was quick to take advantage of your agape lips, pushing her tongue in between them as she kissed you while her hands slowly roamed over whatever part of you that she could reach. Her touch left your skin tingling, as if tiny lightning bolts were shooting out of her fingertips.

Succumbing to your own carnal desire, you licked Walker's tongue as you kissed her back, pulling her in by the neck with your left hand. At the same time, you placed your other hand firmly on Z's chest, then you felt her grab it. She licked your fingers, the hollow of your palm, then started trailing kisses up your arm. When she reached your jaw, you broke away from Walker, and Z pulled you in for a searing kiss of her own.

"Told you they'd be down for it," Walker smirked, chuckling. Then she lowered herself down on your neck. It stung when she sank her canines into the crook, but it excited you just as much. You felt your clothed sex throb excitedly, and your thighs tightened around the knee that was still pressed up against you. 

Walker began to pull your tank top off you, and because you had already prepped to go to sleep, you had nothing else underneath it. Z pulled away to let Walker finish stripping you of your top, only to pounce back with a tugging bite on your lower lip. You licked her lips and closed the distance between the two of you once more.

You moaned into Z's mouth as you felt Walker doing away with your chest, fondling, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting wherever she pleased. She did all that while her other hand caressed your thigh. Then she dragged her hot tongue further down your stomach, leaving light kisses on the way and down your exposed v-line. She pulled on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, but only to expose your mound, licking and kissing it briefly before continuing down to your thighs. Z moved her own knee out of the way as Walker knelt between your legs. She kept kissing you all over.

Meanwhile, Z had been playing with you the entire time. She was more intense and rougher than Walker normally was—their duality worked perfectly to drive you insane every time. Z tugged lightly on your queue braid while she kissed you senseless. It felt weirdly pleasurable. As you two alternated between sloppy kissing and tongue rolling, Z's hand roamed all over your top half, then eventually settled to squeezing and playing with your tits. You were grabbing and fondling hers, too, from under her tank top.

Then, finally, Walker pulled your shorts and underwear down completely. Z immediately cupped your hot, wet pussy, pulling away just in time to let you gasp and moan out loud. You didn't mean to, but Z loved hearing it, anyway. She slid her fingers up between your folds, collecting that slick fluid on her fingertips, then brought those fingers up to her mouth. Watching her do it made you feel weak—the good kind, of course.

"Tongue out, doll."

You instantly obeyed, wantonly looking up at Z as she placed her fingers—wet with her saliva and your slick—on your broadened tongue. You licked, sucked, and nibbled lightly on her digits. 

"Yeah, just like that," she smirked, "Keep being good for us and maybe we'll give you something to suck on other than just fingers."

Your mind went immediately to something specific. Something long, girthy, and hidden in the drawers by the head of your bunk. You spiralled at your wild imagination, panting shamelessly on Z's fingers.

Your breathing became more laboured as you felt Walker getting closer and closer to your sex. She kissed around it, teasing you. Running out of patience, you bucked your hips upward at the air and mewled stubbornly.

"And to think you were turning us down earlier," Z snickered. She took her fingers out your mouth and slowly moved them down your stomach, her touch as light as a feather, yet as hot as burning coal.

You were helpless and at their absolute mercy—just as you always were. You tried your best to muffle your moans with the back of your hand, which was quickly replaced by Z with her fingers again. Oh, she just loved putting anything in your mouth. You shamelessly sucked on her long, slender digits as you felt both women inching closer to your sex. But Z stopped with her fingers on your mound, Walker on the crevice between your thigh and pussy.

You squirmed and whimpered. The two chuckled evilly.

Z pulled her fingers out your mouth and pushed away the stray hair that clung to your face. "You want us, doll?"

"Fuck, yes, I want you."

Walker blew subtly on your pussy. "Beg for it."

You groaned. Why the hell were they stalling like they didn't want this just as bad? Still, you had nothing against them. You were putty in their hands.

"Please, please make a mess of me."

Walker and Z looked at each other smugly. Good enough, they agreed.

Z pushed her fingers back into your mouth, letting you suck them more fervently than before at the same time as she finally touched your clit and Walker kissed your lower lips. The former rubbed your sensitive nub of nerves, and the latter licked your folds in circles. You twitched and grinded your hips, moaning and panting loudly with Z's fingers still on your tongue.

"Just like old times," Z snickered. She drummed her fingers on your clit. "Such a fucking slut~"

"Our slut," Walker added before hungrily lapping up your wet cunt, slurping and sucking loudly. "Moan for us, sugar~"

Oh, you wanted to hate their scheming, conspiring, horny asses so badly. They knew you all had training tomorrow. But they just couldn't wait for an off-day, could they.

Yet you moaned anyway, letting go of whatever modesty you still had left clinging onto you. The thought that someone might hear you outside your door had been long buried by your desire for both women. Your hips pushed themselves up against Walker's face, and she grabbed your ass, striking one cheek with her palm as she ate you out like a starving beast. Z was busy playing with your hard, perked nipples, flicking her tongue over one and pinching the other with her fingers. She chuckled as she did so, aware of how close to bursting that ball of heat in your crotch was. 

But then Walker pulled away, leaving only a broadened tongue pressed against your throbbing pussy. You felt her hot breath on your folds as she chuckled. How fucking evil. But you didn't have the time or coherence to curse her. Desperate for release, you grinded your pussy against her tongue.

Z pulled away from your chest, too. She sat back up and watched you. It turned her on to watch how your expressions twisted with frustration and ecstasy, how erratic your hips moved as you chased your orgasm in futility.

She laughed mockingly. "Oh, Walker, now that's just mean."

"It's more fun this way, and you know it," Walker answered as she moved further away from your crotch and sat up.

You whimpered at her absence, then at her grabbing and squeezing your ass cheeks. She teased, "You wanna cum, sugar?"

You looked her in the eyes and nodded eagerly. "Yes, please…"

Walker slapped your ass. It stung bad, but you wanted her to do it again. "Surely, you can do better than that," she said sternly.

Z clamped her hand down on your throat and licked your cheek. "If you want it that bad," she whispered, biting your ear, "You gotta use your words, baby~" 

You looked back into Z's eyes. Her gaze alone made you shiver. "Do anything you want to me," you quivered, "Just let me cum, please, daddy~"

The grips on your throat and ass tightened in sync. "Again."

"Absolutely anything—please, daddy~"

Z pulled you up in the blink of an eye, locking your lips in an intense yet chaste kiss before she settled to sit behind you. She had your arms tangled up behind your back, which kept you in place. Meanwhile, Walker stalked over and pushed your thighs as far apart as possible. She pushed two fingers into your slick, dripping hole—an erotic squelch resounded as she did—and Z flicked and rubbed your clit. They both started at a fast pace, motivated by the wanton sounds that came from your mouth.

You were seeing stars within seconds. Your vision went hazy as euphoria came in waves. You threw your head back on Z's shoulder, staring open-mouthed at the top bunk's underside, tongue lolling as you moaned and called them their favourite nickname. Your almost-instantaneous orgasm rocked your entire body; you were twitching violently between the two women.

But that only motivated them to keep up the merciless pace. Even as your walls convulsed around her fingers, Walker kept drilling into your pussy. Then Z's fingers drifted down towards your entrance, and she joined in on Walker's fun at an alternating pace. God, the noises you made from both sets of lips were absolutely gonna land you an HR summon in the morning.

Walker then leaned forward and licked your lips. You caught her tongue and started sucking on it, locking eyes with her as you did.

"That's it~ Be a good little ragdoll bitch for your daddies tonight," Z rasped as she nibbled on your ear. "I promise you'll still be walking tomorrow."

"Hah," Walker smirked, kissing the corner of your lips, "Just barely."

You grinded your hips faster as the two kept fucking you, each with two fingers up your hole. You cummed a second time, your whole body tensing and twitching between them. Z bit down on your neck, while Walker kissed you hungrily. You rolled your tongue over hers as you moaned into her mouth.

It took minutes for your body to finally relax, and only then did they pull their fingers out of you. They took their sweet time licking your juices off their fingers. You tried to gather your wits about you as they did. Panting, you slumped back against Z as you felt her unlock your arms from behind you. They felt sore, given that Z was really holding you back so tightly. With your eyes closed, you tilted your head towards Z, and she leaned down to kiss you, hands slowly roaming your body.

You felt Walker leave the bed, heard her footsteps headed towards the drawers. No need to look to know which one she'd opened. "Hey, Z-Dog, you wanna use one, too?" she asked.

When Z pulled away, you turned to lazily kissing her neck. "'Course I do," she smirked, "Dibs on the ribbed one."

"Fine," Walker dragged jokingly as she kicked the drawer shut. The metal clanged like a bell at a boxing match.

The next round was just about to begin.

part 2

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Will you share any snippets of Spider and Cupcake modern au?

Sure! This is from one of Cabins many endings. Enjoy 💞

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Miles was hanging upside down on the living room couch, watching t.v glazed eyed, bored out of his mind with nothing to do. It was Saturday and yet Kiri and Lo’ak couldn’t come over. They were basically on house arrest, forced to do nothing but study for finals through the weekend. And so he was alone. Despite nearly constantly being by himself, Miles still wasn’t used to it. More accurately he hated it, his monotonous days only brightened by the hope that his friends would show up to keep him company.

He stared down the t.v, not a thought in his head, not even absorbing the show or movie or whatever it was that he had thrown on in a bid for entertainment. And then the front door crashed open, startling him so badly he tumbled off the couch, hitting his head on the floor. “M.J!” the familiar voice of his Auntie Z called.

“In here,” he called back as he righted himself, while rubbing at the tender spot on the top of his noggin.

“Come outside,” Z yelled, not bothering to make her way to him, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” Curiosity pecked, Miles did as he was told, meeting his aunt in the driveway. “I figured you must be getting really lonely, couped up in this house twenty four seven,” she said as he approached, “so I decided to get you a friend.” With that Z opened the door to the back of her car, to a fluffy border collie that immediately leapt out, daintily taking a seat in front of him. Miles sucked in a breath, astonished. His aunt had gotten him a dog.

“This is Cupcake,” Z said, while Miles tentatively held out his hand for the dog to sniff. She took in his scent then sat back on her haunches. “She’s a service dog, trained by my wife.”

Miles reached out both his hands to cup the dog's face, ruffling her fur, “you're so pretty,” he said to Cupcake in a hush, squatting to be at eye level with her. In response she licked his face, making him laugh. “Yes, you're so good. What a good girl.”

Z smiled seeing the immediate bond between the boy and his dog. “She’s smart too,” Z said, “Cupcake learned faster than any other dog my wife has ever trained.”

“Trained to what?” Miles understood that Cupcake was supposed to be a service dog but he had no idea what that entailed.

“Come here,” Z waved him over to her side, Cupcake dutifully trailing after him. “Stand here,” Z positioned him with a wide circle of space, “now say her name and ask her to watch your six.”

“Cupcake,” her ears perked up at his call, head cocking slightly, “watch my six.” His dog instantly came to him, defensively wrapping her body around the right side of his legs, facing away from him to watch his back. Miles gasped not only because it was cool to see a dog so well trained, but because it instantly brought him a relief he hadn’t even realized he’d needed, feeling safe from any unseen lurking eyes.

“Good,” Z said, “now try asking her for a hug.”

Miles was unsure about this command but still did as his aunt asked, “Cupcake, hug.” She stopped watching his back, turning to face him. Cupcake waited a split second for their eyes to meet, then gently jumped into his arms, her front paws resting on his chest. The act brought Miles more comfort then he could have predicted. He wrapped his arms around her, petting her sides. “Good girl Cupcake.”

Z gave him a soft smile. “Come on. Help me unload all of her stuff from the car, then we can go out back and I’ll teach you all of her commands.”

Miles nodded. Cupcake was never far from his side, as he brought in her food, toys, bowls and bed. Long after Z had left him, Miles was still in awe of Cupcake, even as she slept, curled up by his side on the couch as he stroked her fur. The stress of the upcoming trail and endless loneliness until then seemed a little easier now with his dog by his side.

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Plot Idea for Avatar and Avatar:The Way Of Water:

***Warning: brief mention of rape***

Role Reversal. What if Spider’s mom, Paz Socorro, was the Colonel on Hell’s Gate and not Quaritch? She was able to rise in ranks on Earth by being ruthless and cunning and that made her perfect for the job on Pandora. She instilled fear from everyone, including Selfridge. She also has a way of getting what she wants. She was able to convince Jake into spying for her, but the events stayed the same and Jake fought for the Na’vi. Paz died and was able to come back as a Recom to finish the job.

Quaritch, however, was a marine on Hell’s Gate. He was a Pilot in one of the units that helped the scientists. He still has a harsh exterior, but not as bad as Paz’s or his original counterpart. Paz tries to seduce him while on Hell’s Gate, but he keeps on rejecting her. It got to the point that she took extreme measures and ended up pregnant with his son. She uses their son as leverage to get him to fight in the battle against Jake and the Na’vi. He ends up dying due to him and his team switching sides in the end. He returns as a Recom, as well. But this time he goes against Paz and helps Jake so he could be closer to his son.

It is Paz who kidnaps Spider and tries to force him to give up information on Jake. How will things change?

Grace Augustine lives in this fic.

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Home (Zdinarsk x Recom Single Mom Reader) - Part 3

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The next morning you woke up feeling heavy. Your body ached and your mind wasn't much better. You rolled over and checked the time. Five minutes until your alarm. Damn. You spent that time running over yesterday's events in your mind. It was absolutely unfathomable that you'd taken oaths to protect and heal and now you were roped into kidnapping children. Your eyes closed and you let out a deep sigh.

When your alarm went off, you tried to turn it off quickly but you were too late. Little cries started coming from your son's crib so you rolled out of bed to get to him. You swept him up into your arms, pulling him to your warmth. He cried and as you tried to shush him, you started to cry with him. You fell to your knees and rocked with him in your arms, completely lost.

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You had put it off for as long as you could and had managed to keep yourself locked away for a few days. You were just unable to fight the need to venture out for food since you didn't keep much in your room, just a small stash of snacks. You poked your head inside the chow hall and sighed in relief when you didn't see any of the recoms. You were waiting in line when you felt a presence at your back. You turned and saw Ja and hovering behind him, Zdinarsk. She wouldn't look at you and her jaw muscles were tensed. He patted you on the back.

"Haven't seen ya for a bit! I know the mission was.. a lot. Feels like you're avoiding us."

He laughed awkwardly, but saw the narrowed disgust in your eyes and the way you looked from him and focused on the woman standing at his back.

"Oh. I see. Well, have a good day, Doc."

He spun to walk away and she paused for a minute before turning to follow him. A hollowness swelled in her chest, an ache unlike she'd ever felt.

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You were working quietly in your office. The human medical workers had tested the recoms after they'd come back. You'd given a vague excuse involving your son as to why you couldn't and thankfully they'd been attended to quickly. You groaned as you put down the last paper. All fine. All in perfect health.

Your door opened and you jumped to your feet as General Ardmore pushed open your door. She looked.. significantly less than pleased.

"What's this I hear about you not doing health checks on the recoms?"

"General, I-"

"No. You were brought back explicitly to do just that. To take care of the health of recoms and any potential Avatars. So, you better have a damn good reason for not going to take care of them."

You pinched your lips shut, knowing whatever you had to say wouldn't meet her expectations. She nodded.

"As I thought. You're walking on thin ice. Get back to work and don't let me catch you shirking your duties again."

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She scheduled a wellness check for the very next day. You got the alert on your tablet and sighed. You packed your work bag up, slinging it over your shoulder and carried your son on your hip. When you got to the bay, they were already lined up and waiting for you.

You heard a grumbled, "Why does she have to do another check? We just had one yesterday," followed by a distinct feminine voice telling them to hush.

You sat your son on the floor and he started to crawl around. You kept an eye on him as you went to check on each of the remaining recoms. They complied with minimal complaints and allowed you to confirm what the other medical team already had. Perfect health.

You were in the middle of packing up your bag and turned around to look for your son when Zdinarsk walked up to you with him in her arms. He was babbling away at her and she was having a full conversation with him. She nodded seriously as he waved his hands around and smiled at him. Her face fell slightly when her eyes landed on yours and she bounced him on her hip.

Your chest tightened painfully and you rubbed a hand over your sternum. She noted the movement and, fighting tears, asked, "Can we talk? Just for a minute. I won't take up too much of your time."

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She carried him all the way back to your office and you sat down beside her on the couch right inside. Being in your room felt too intimate, so you met in the middle. She was quiet. Your son had bonded to her in such a short time and you were excited for him to have new people that weren't so scared of him, but those hands had also held another child captive. He rested against her chest and you held a hand out, breaking the silence with your words.

"Let me see your arm."

She held him with one arm as he cuddled against her and held up her injured arm. You unwrapped it and saw that it was healing well. You reapplied ointment and rewrapped her bandage. You leaned back against the couch and leaned against her shoulder. She was surprised at the small touch and placed her hand between your legs, palm up. You hesitated a moment before placing your hand in hers. She laced your fingers together and a peace formed between you. It was fragile, but it was there.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Her chest heaved with the weight of the words coming out. "I just want you to know that I'm not like, some evil monster out to hurt kids. I'd really rather not, actually. But I'm also a soldier and I signed up for this. So I have to follow the mission and the orders that come with it."

You pondered her words before turning to her, jaw clenched tight.

"What's the value of being a soldier if all you're doing is causing harm? Just because you're following the rules doesn't make it right."

She looked startled by your words and you sighed, leaning your head over on her shoulder, leaving her alone to her thoughts.

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@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @ikranwings @sweetirilly

[truetogaia]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write nsfw Zdinarsk x fem! reader. Gosh she is so stunning and she makes me feral. Maybe she would be jealous or something like that. Everything will be fine. Your writing is amazing, i hope you have a wonderful day

the quality is ASS I know but HER ARMS HER TATTOOS IDGAF THAT NEYTIRI CLAPPED HER SHES STILL MY NO.1 MAMI

pairing: Z dog x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+

notes: Z brain rot is so intense. Hope you like it!! Combined two requests here, so you can either think of the reader as a smaller recom or as a human! <3

warnings: thigh riding, strong language, explicit and mature themes, use of babygirl bc im FERAL, size kink lol, degradation.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you mindlessly bounced on your mate’s big, muscular thighs. She had her larger hands placed on your waist, aiding you in your movements. Your breath hitched as she chuckled and held you down on her leg. The sudden pressure made stars appear in front of your eyes, clouding your vision further. 

“Damn, babygirl, were you so desperate? Is that why you started coming onto Walker, hm?” She teased, fingers rubbing the plush of your gyrating hips softly. You buried your face into the crook of her neck, her scent driving you further into your frenzy. 

You moved your hips faster, circling them around, over every crevice and curve of her thigh muscles. “Just wanted to tick me off? Wanted it this badly?” she cooed, towering over your smaller figure. You nodded shyly, hiding your face in her chest. 

“Oh don’t shy away now, you asked for this in the way you were strutting around Walker in those tight shorts. Thought I didn’t notice, did you?” You whined, rutting your hips against her. “Pathetic, really." She spat, “You could have just asked, baby. You know I would’ve helped you in a heartbeat.” Her massive hands wandered up your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of your hot skin, finally coming up to gently cup and fondle with your swollen breasts. A subtle smirk adorned your partner's face at the noises emitting from your shaking form. The moan that escaped you was vulgar, lewd, and you could tell it only boosted Z’s maxed out ego further.

“Yeah, that's right, baby. Keep grinding on my thigh, use it for all its worth.” Her thigh was big beneath you, making you spread your aching legs even more to even reach around it. Your naked cunt dragged up and down the muscles of her leg, swollen, puffy clit rubbing so deliciously against her.

Your mouth fell ajar as you reached your peak, coming undone as her hands continued to explore your form. “That’s my good girl.” She cooed, pushing some loose strands behind your ear and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Still trembling and panting from your intense orgasm, Z wrapped her long arms around you, pulling you to rest flush against her chest. You felt her digits draw patterns on your back as you closed your eyes, relishing in the tender moment.

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[prager-lover]

Recom Prager x F!Recom!Reader

I got so damn bored also this is my first time writing for a Recom, i've been obsessed with them since I saw the second movie. Feel free to send me hc or fic ideas for the recoms cuz I love them so much.

When you cant find the fanfics you want, write em yourself

Content overview: Swearing, reader is straight/bisexual(says they like men, doesnt specify if they are straight or bi), cringe fluff, Prager being dumb (i love him), Prager being a little nerd that can't talk to women, awful writing get over it this is self indulgent

Word count? Dont know. A lot. Ignore how bad my writing is

Pandora, twenty years later.

Being woken up in this new big blue body kind of threw you for a loop. Years ago, we were fighting these giants and now you were them. What the fuck. The first face you saw was Lopez and Christ Almighty he was the wrong person to see. All up in your face, the blue Latino was yelling, probably running off an adrenaline high.

"AYE COÑO WAKE UP"

Prompting you to shove him away and jump off the gurney, backing into a corner. Other large blue bodies closed in on you, yelling to calm down. You took the time to realize they were Marines. Your friends. You calmed down when one of the Na'vi that looked alot like your old friend Ja started talking. He started explaining that you guys were recoms, you'd died and now you're back.

Well Shit.

Y/N's Pov

It's been a few months since I woke up as a Recom. Thankfully, everyone seems to have adjusted. Lyle is still an idiot, flirting with every breathing thing at Hellsgate (Im pretty sure hes even tried making passes at the Colonel). Being in this new body is actually pretty cool once you get used to it. The stripes and shit look awesome. Besides, the improved strength is nothing to sneeze at. When we're not out trying to find Sully, I spend almost every free minute in the gym, or at least outside trying to do something active, any chance to be around my friends. I'm glad Ja is here, back when we were humans, he was my damn rock. Always there with a joke and a smile, it's nice to be so comfortable with someone, considering theres only a few of us recoms. Everyone else on base is either a scientist trying to probe me, or some puny human that jumps a mile high when I go in a room. Tiresome.

There is a new guy though, Prager. He was in the room when I woke up, wide eyed and ready to hold me back if it was needed. Not so good for first impressions. Ja gave us a formal introduction afterwards. Apparently him, Brown, and Ja were pretty good friends. His facial features did look kind of familiar, I probably saw him around base a few times. I can't lie, he was kind of striking. In a weird way. He looked so tired all the time. We got to talking, and eventually became friends as well. He was reallyyy into working out. It was kind of obvious, Jesus his muscles were big. Kind of muscles that you just wanna smack. It started with us running into each other at the gym, polite "Heys" and "How're you?" but after a while we started working out together. He'd spot me on the bench, making it kind of hard to concentrate when he's standing right on top of me. Almost dropped the weight a few times. We'd hang out together for a little bit, going outside on the basketball courts and watch animals flying around, and sometimes when it would be near eclipse, we'd stay and watch. We'd both be hungry, and sometimes he'd forget a snack so I'd bring extra protein bars I snuck from the mess hall. Sometimes when he'd turn away I'd look at him. He was pretty, especially in this lighting. Very soft and relaxed, unlike when we were on missions. When it was just us, no Ja or Lopez coming around the corner to tackle him, he'd let his face fall or just close his eyes. Call me delusional, but I swear he did the same to me. I'd turn my head around and catch him quickly turning, light purple blush spreading across his cheeks. Cute.

3rd person Pov

"Hey, Y/n, wait up!"

Y/n turned around, smiling when she saw Prager jogging towards her, green headband ties swaying behind him.

"Damn girly, what happened to waiting for eachother?" He said, feigning hurt while slightly out of breath.

"Sorry man, maybe you're just too slow. Pick up the pace." She joked, lightly punching his bicep, being met with pure muscle. God Damn. He wont admit it, but that touch sent butterflies right to his stomach. He'd been harbouring this crush on Y/n for months now, and everyday it seemed like it went deeper. Ja would groan loudly when Prager brought up y/n for what seemed the thousandth time that day.

"Just stop being a pussy and ask. her. OUT." He'd say, enunciating the last 3 words with smacks on Prager's head.

"I know but what if she says no, I'd rather get trampled by a direhorse." He lamented, throwing himself onto a bunk like a melodramatic Disney princess. Ja just decides to give up.

Y/n and Prager started their typical workout routine, stretching, muscle building, then cardio if they could bear to look at a treadmill or bike. They didnt talk much during their workouts, mostly shared smiles or raised eyebrows. It was late now, the workout was probably 3, 3.5 hours. Too long. They left the facility, heading out to the basketball courts to cool down.

Y/n's Pov

Fuck. Too long. Way too fuckin long for a workout. I should be used to it at this point, i'm a damn marine but it was too much weight for too many reps. I think Prager feels the same way. Everything feels too light in my hands, the dumb bells ghost weight still pulling my arms down. One upside, Prager still somehow looked good. I'm not sure how its possible but the man just looks handsome without trying. Pisses me off to a point, he probably doesnt realize how good he looks to me right now. Asshole.

We stopped in our tracks and flopped to the ground.

"Fuck almighty." He groans out, sprawled out on the concrete, tail flicking lazily next to him.

"Yeah, you're telling me." I say, sitting down next to him. "It's gonna be a pain in the ass to get up tomorrow."

We sit in silence for a while, just soaking in the fresh and cool air. Thats the beauty of Pandora, all this beautiful scenery, nature preserved and fresh air not polluted by billions of people over-populating the planet. Sometimes I don't like what we're doing here. General Ardmore, all the other humans. We're going to fuck up this planet, just like we did our original one. Prager must have noticed my shift in mood, my tail flicking around, agitated. He sat up on his elbows looking at me.

"You alright there?" He asked, big ol eyes looking up at me. I was knocked out of my trance.

"Yeah i'm good, just thinkin'."

He was about to reply when a loud laugh erupted from the side. There was Lyle, hands on his knees while Z-dog was wiping tears from her eyes. Of course. Those guys were inseparable. And insufferable. Lyle would always be giggling about some stupid shit. I love that bald bastard but when you're trying to unwind it can get on your nerves. Prager and I shared a look. Yeah, he knew. We both started laughing, somehow our two voices still overpowered by Lyle's hacking guffaw across the courtyard. We watched them walk off, Z-dog clapping his back.

"Do you think they have something going on?" Prager asks me. I was taken aback. He said it so nonchalantly, but I never would have thought he was one for gossip.

I chuckled as I answered. " I really doubt it, I think Z-dog's gay. Never seen a girl that looks like that without an ounce of fruit in her. Never knew you were a gossip queen Prag, didn't know you had it in you." I raised my eyebrow suspiciously at him. He threw his head back laughing softly, his Adam's apple withing perfect striking distance. Why did I think about that. We were quiet for a few seconds. when suddenly;

"Are you gay?" He was looking at me again. The question was so quiet I thought I misheard him for a second. Again, taken aback.

"Uh, no. No, I like guys."

He let out a breath of relief. "Oh thank god."

What the fuck. I started laughing. Loud, violent laughs as he quickly gets from his comfortable position, obviously panicking from what he just said.

"Wait wait wait no I- no no I didn't mean it- well I didn't mean it like that no no you got it all wrong." He was shaking his hands at me, cheeks blushing a deep purple. I was rolling on the fucking ground. my sides hurt from how hard I was laughing. I tried gaining composure, but his stupid handsome face was looking at me with a panicked face and I came undone again.

"did-didn't know you didn't agree with-" I hiccupped. "-that sort of lifestyle Prag." I was still giggling when he got louder.

"Wait wait NO I didn't mean it like- like that no no it's- no I have gay friends and stuff-" Again I lost it. His ears were pinned back against his skull, tail swishing adamantly behind him, pupils big.

"No no no no no no no I just meant it like I like you so I hoped you didn't like girls cuz that would suck cuz I like you and I don't want you to not like me..." He covered his face with his hands, mumbling after that sentence. What he said, I don't know but I think it was along the same lines. All that was replaying in my mind was " I like you"

Prager liked me? ME? I turn so I'm Infront of him, he's still babbling on and on, incoherent.

"Prager.."

"I'm sorry I don't know why I asked that-"

"Prager."

"I know I know I'm sorry I can just go I'm sorry I don't know I just got nervous I'm sorry."

Fucking Christ he was cute. I grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands away from his still blushing face.

"PRAGER."

He looks up to me so mopey, poor kitty cat with his ears drooping. I couldn't stop myself. I kissed his nose. That shut him up.

"Prager, I like you too."

He's looking at me with his mouth half open. Idiot. His hand reached for mine, holding me tightly.

"You do?" He sounded so small and helpless, like a kitten.

"Yes, you fucking dipshit" I said with a toothy grin.

His shoulders slumped over and he leaned into me, crushing me in a hug.

"Thank god oh my god you had no idea how long I've wanted to hear that thank GOD-"

I kissed his nose again. I'm finding this to be a very effective way of shutting him up.

"Maybe ask me out now instead of rambling."

He grinned at me. We left the courts a few minutes later, I reached to hold his hand and he took mine gladly. He dropped me off at my room.

"Night y/n, see you tomorrow." He beamed down at me, his ears perked up and tail moving quickly.

"Goodnight hotshot."

Prager scampered off. He felt like singing but he knew no one around would appreciate it, so he settled with whistling. The man wanted to fucking skip. It was obvious to Ja, who was playing cards with Brown and Lopez when Prager came in, that something good had happened.

"Prager? You alright man?" they all turned to look at him, his usually tired looking eyes bright and wide open.

"This guy on meth or something?" Lopez muttered.

"No no nothing like that I'm just a happy camper fellas."

Ja figured it out.

"No..."

"ohhh yes."

"NO."

"YES."

"YOU ASKED HER OUT?"

"FUCK YEAH."

Loud noises, Brown whooping and Lopez hitting Prager's back filled the room. Ja tousled up Prager's hair, laughing at his scaredy-cat friend's (Long overdue) courage. They made him stay up and tell them all the details.

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Is this my best work? probably not. But I am both sleep deprived and Prager content deprived so let me live my life. I'm living for the recoms right now. tell me what y'all think bye have a nice day

[imeanwhynotbruv]

The ties that bind us chapter 3

More Recoms and Norm this chapter!

(Realised I had comments restricted to users only so that little mishap has been fixed 😅❤️🔵)

The tag for this fic: the ties that bind us

[raving-raven-writing]

Spider Sees Ghosts AU

So, this idea has been in my drafts for a while, and it wasn't until @lovermyme mentioned the lack of this AU that I went back into and started writing some of it. I honestly had such a difficult time writing some of this because for some of it Spider is a young child and I don't write from the POV of children often. Anyhow, this AU, Spider starts to see spirits from a young age. It isn't until after Paz dies when he is about four that he starts telling people about being able to see these spirits, but not many people believe him. He is cast out as that weird kid by peers. But eventually, those around him start to believe him when he tells them things about them, their family, their history---things that he shouldn't know. This work will be a multi chapter, and it will connect to another story idea I got in mind that is focused on the backstories of the Recoms. Anyway, here are a couple of snippets I got. Enjoy.

MJ clutched the stuffed monkey to his chest, silent as he examined the apartment. Johnny did his best to give the boy a smile, although it was sad to see how quiet and withdrawn the boy had gotten ever since Paz had died. “Well, you make yourself comfy, okay MJ. I got a pullout bed on the sofa, so you can sleep there tonight.” He placed the boy’s backpack down next to the sofa and headed into the kitchen.     “Have you eaten dinner yet?” MJ shook his head, the stuffed monkey still clutched tightly in his grip. “Okay, well, is there something particular you wanted to eat?” Most kids would jump at the chance to ask for    or something else that was overtly “appropriate” dinner food. But MJ just shrugged. “Whatever you got is fine.” ________________________________________________________ “Who’s that you’re drawing?”  “A lady.” “Does the lady have a name?” MJ paused what he was drawing and glanced off to a spot to his right, just in front of the coffee table he sat at. After a moment, he resumed his coloring. “Her name is Henrietta.” Johnny froze, his heart jumping up into his throat. That was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. The only person he’d ever known with the name Henrietta was his grandma, and she had passed many years ago, when he was about fifteen. He glanced over in the direction of where MJ had been looking a moment before and then lowered himself onto the floor next to the boy. He peeked down at the drawing, noting that MJ had drawn other people, ones he didn’t recognize. But, even with it being a drawing by six year old, he could clearly see the features of the woman he'd drawn and it matched to what his grandma looked like. The square framed glasses, with the beaded chain she hung them on. Her ever present floral sweater that she wore no matter the weather, her hair up in a bun--elderly women often envied how much hair his grandmother had had at her age. “How old is Henrietta, MJ?” MJ glanced again over to the right of the coffee table before he looked back down at his drawing. In black crayon, he wrote R.I.P. over top of the picture of Henrietta. “She’s been gone a long time.” _______________________________________________________

“...Can you tell me a story?” He seemed hesitant in asking the question, as though he was expecting to be rejected. He owned a good amount of books, although there were only two or three books he’d kept from his childhood. One of them being a gift that his grandmother had given him when he was about four. She had read it numerous times to him, and he never got tired of the story or the illustrations. He showed the book to MJ. “Where the Wild Things Are. This one okay?”, MJ nodded and Ja took a seat next to the boy, got comfortable, and opened up the book. Before he could start reading though, quietly the kid thanked him and leaned into Johnny’s side so that he could see the pictures better. Johnny was pleased to see that his narrating skills drew a small smile from the boy and after finishing reading the book, he was surprised of the feeling he had in his chest. One of pure contentment. He glanced down at the cover. “You know, when I was a kid, this was-” “Your favorite,” MJ said, cutting him off. “Uh, yeah…how did you guess?” MJ had moved to rest his head back on the pillow, the blankets now pulled up around his chin. “She stayed to make sure you are okay…” he muttered sleepily. With eyes half open, clouded with sleep, he glanced up at Johnny. “Are you okay, uncle Ja?” He tucked the boy's stuffed monkey in with him as he fought to breath past the sudden lump in his throat. He cleared his throat, determined not to cry. "Yeah, I'm okay, kid."