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whxre-bxby · 9 months

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Hi! I love your writing.

I can't get an idea/senario out of my head so if you have the time, could you please do a poly recom squad x recom reader where reader gets kidnapped by Jake and the metkayina clan as retaliation for the recoms kidnapping tuk, lo'ak and tsireya. Then they refuse to let reader go even after they got their kids back because jake want to know how they're alive and he kinda hurts/scares/threatens reader and then the recom squad come to rescue her. And when they're on base again they won't stop worrying about her and maybe some smut?

(Thank you for this idea! It had people waiting for this to release)

"Vengeance Turns To Desire"

Recoms (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Lopez/Prager/Ja)x Recom Y/N

A/N: sorry for always eliminating our lady recoms. This is by far the longest fanfic I have ever written and I lost my mind while writing countless times. Eat it up.

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Summary: Jake captures Y/N, inflicting pain on her to get answers. But the recoms refuse to leave her there so they go and rescue Y/N. Once back in safety, emotions and feelings spiral out of control.

WARNINGS: smut, ANGST, violence, blood, injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort, penetration, double-penetration, unprotected sex, voyeurism, smut with multiple people at once, blowjobs,

Word Count: 14,771 (50 pages, holy shit I know)

In the military, everything is ordered and organised. There is a structure in the daily tasks of an individual. A plan. And things are meant to go according to plan.

Today, things did not go according to plan. Everything is utter chaos.

I’m Y/N. A recom soldier, with the sole life purpose of successfully completing my assigned mission along with the rest of my squad. That mission is to hunt down and kill Jake Sully, a man who once lived among us and who, a few years back, decided to switch sides. Now, Jake is a Na’vi in an Avatar body and no longer a human.

We marines aren’t human anymore either. Our old bodies died and we are artificially made Avatars who have been given the deceased soldier’s memories. It’s why we exist.

Since we are the RDA’s front-line combat team, we were sent out into the world. To explore Pandora as fake natives and find Sully. Our mission status was progressing and reached a peak when we stumbled upon what we assumed were Jake’s kids in the forest. Unfortunately for us, we didn’t manage to keep them hostage for long. He and his partner attacked us, taking back their kids except for the human boy. The Colonel found him injured and on the ground. But he was alive, so the mission was called off for the day. At least we were able to bring back some source of information, even if not every soldier who left the RDA base returned home…

Time went by fast when one’s life is on the line. Things also got more challenging when we realised that our enemy left the shared biome we were in. So we had to continue our search and use other tactics to get information out of others. The recom team was running out of time, so violence became a favoured option. Morals were already long forgotten. It seemed as though it was either our life or theirs.

We found Sully and his family near the coastlines of Pandora, cowering away in a clan of a different kind. The Na’vi that lived here were different.

Jake introduced the RDA to the ocean Na’vi, which added them to the blacklist the RDA ran. He didn’t seem to know that he endangered all of them too.

Very soon, our mission had no structure. We were acting on instincts and instincts alone because often, we couldn’t assume what was awaiting us. Pandora often fired many cruel surprises our way.

In the end, one thing led to another and we were on a ship, fighting off the savage natives that had found us. Quaritch had three more kids that most likely belonged to Sully or at least someone close to him, handcuffed to a rail on deck. He seemed to like the hostage trick, probably hoping Sully would give up his life for theirs.

That’s what is happening right now. I’m standing on deck, along with the Colonel, Lyle, Prager, Z-Dog, Mansk, Lopez and Ja. We are all that’s left of the Deja Blu team.

I’m holding an assault rifle in my hands, keeping my eyes trained on the approaching Na’vi in the distance. No matter how unsure I feel about all of this, I have to stay composed and focused. I faintly hear the Colonel talking to Jake through the earpiece one of the kids had. He seems to be trying to lure him out on his own in exchange for the kids. Everything is finally seeming to go well. Jake is coming to us alone and for once, we are in control of the situation. Or at least that’s what we think. There’s a deadly silence on board the SeaDragon for a while. One which is abruptly ended when a Tulkun comes crashing out from the surface of the ocean, landing on the ship. The sudden action stuns everyone and causes all the Na’vi in the distance to take the opportunity of our vulnerability and attack.

My heart is pounding in my chest when I fall to the ground and see the huge whale struggle on board. My instincts scream at me to attack it, so I do. Swiftly sitting up, I raise my arms and aim them at the gigantic creature. Without a second of hesitation, my fingers hold down the trigger and I’m firing at it, soon realising its skin is unpenetrable with bullets. That doesn’t stop me from trying to find a weak spot though. Chaos breaks out as I start hearing shouts and screams around me. The rest of the team is on the other side of the Tulkun, separating me from them.

A sudden surge of panic flows through my body and my heartbeat picks up, but I continue to do what they are. Attacking the hostile animal.

But that doesn’t last very long. Its tail fin lifts into the air as it tries to move and slams down next to me, making me roll to the side to dodge it. I see it lift from the corner of my eye again before it collides with the deck once more, this time breaking the ground beneath me. In moments, I’m on my feet, trying to move away from the broken-off part of the ship but before I can even comprehend what happened, I’m thrown off board and into the water. The whale’s strong fin swung against my middle, effortlessly knocking me off my feet and causing me to be submerged in water.

My weapon swung in a different direction and I can’t see it anymore. But that isn’t my main concern at the moment. I’m running out of air and my lungs are aching, forcing me to swim up to the surface to breathe. I feel weighed down and still in shock from what just happened, but I manage.

My head breaks through the surface of the water and I gasp for air. A small sense of relief manages to prevent my heart from pounding through my skin and out of my chest. I swim in one spot for mere moments, thinking about how to get back on the ship. But in that same moment, I watch that option die out when something sharp closes around my calf and pulls me down into the ocean again. I can see how I’m being distanced from the surface and the light. A look of horror paints my face and helplessness makes me feel like I’m already drowning when I turn around to see a water Na’vi on some sea creature, pulling me after them. The animal whose head looks similar to that of a crocodile has its mouth clamped down around my leg. A small trail of blood, oozing from my injury with the speed that it’s swimming through the water. The Na’vi occasionally turns around and soon, I realise I’m surrounded by them. But they don’t let me go. The animal keeps its teeth sunk deep into the flesh of my calf. My vision starts to blur and grow darker because I’m running out of air again. But looking up, I realise how far away from the surface I am. I wouldn’t even be able to swim that in time. So naturally, everything starts to fade and I lose consciousness, assuming this is my death.

Day One:

My ears are ringing and I hear faint, muffled voices as my eyes start to open. Finally, I’m met with light once again. My lungs are calmly inhaling and exhaling unlike before and I feel myself sitting on the ground. A ground which seems very unfamiliar to me.

In front of me, I watch as my awakening seems to stir restlessness and start a commotion. The figures which I now realise are Na’vi have all stood up and backed away from me.

I groan in pain, pushing my back off the wall behind me. My hands want to come up and palm my forehead to ease me back into reality but they can’t. My movement has been restricted while I was out and only now can I feel the tight rope binding my wrists together.

The voices are talking in a language I don’t understand. Must be Na’vi. My legs are outstretched before me and my eyes stop when I properly see my wound. It’s big. The bite marks are visible and my blood has stained my skin and soaked the unusually woven floor beneath me.

Another figure walks in but my mind is too hazy after everything that has happened to properly pay attention to my surroundings. Tiredly, I let my head fall back against the woven wall, trying to focus on my breathing instead of the pain in my right leg.

“See that Quaritch? That’s right. I got one of y’er soldiers.” I hear someone say in English. My weak body responds and my ears twitch forwards. I open my eyes, looking through the small strands of hair shielding my face to see… Jake Sully.

Suddenly, my body seems to properly jolt awake and my heartbeat picks up again, pumping adrenaline through my veins. Sully had captured me.

I stare up at him in shock, finally having the strength to look around and take in my surroundings. His stare is hard and he seems to show me no mercy.

I also notice he’s holding what looks like a camera in his hand and he’s pointing it at me.

The Na’vi around me have stepped out of the camera’s frame while I was coming to my senses and now I can recognise his partner. I think her name is Neytiri. A harsh glare covers her expression.

“You know what I want.” Jake snarls, pressing the radio call button he has around his neck. He seems to be talking to Quaritch through the earpiece.

“Give me my goddamn kids otherwise I’ll kill ‘er.” Sully says and I can hear the desperation in his voice. The threat is loud and clear.

I watch helplessly as he draws a knife from the holster around his torso and walks right up to me. Instinctively, I want to move away and I struggle against the ropes. My leg moves and I whine out in pain, clenching my teeth together to stay silent. It is best to stay silent in hostage situations.

Jake crouches down next to me and points the camera at my trembling leg.

“See? I ain’t joking.” he adds, gripping my ankle and lifting my leg. I gasp, sinking my own teeth into my bottom lip. Unfortunately, that doesn’t prevent the pained whimper from leaving my mouth. I don’t want them to know I was in pain. I don’t want to seem weak.

He looks at me, taking note of my reaction before almost carelessly dropping my leg. I throw my head back and clench my eyes closed. My lips are pressed together, muffling my cry.

Jake points the video camera at my face and I glance into the lens before looking away in shame. His hand comes up and he grips my jaw, tilting my head to the side to show a wound I had on my neck before doing the same on the other side. Quaritch must have said something that made Jake smirk.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?” Sully adds, digging his fingers against my jaw and forcing me to look up at him.

“I want all three of ‘em back by the end of today.” Jake snarls, roughly pushing my head away and letting go of me.

I smirk. Even with all the pain and horror, I manage to be myself.

Jake notices and continues to point the lens at me.

“Damn, all three?” I ask, before nodding with a grin. I didn’t expect them to get away with our previous three hostages.

Jake glares daggers at me. “Yeah, all three.” he snarls. “And I’m gettin’ ‘em all back too.”

“That’s three lives vs. one. You kidding?” I ask, before coughing lightly. “Don’t do it.” My eyes meet the camera lens again. I was talking to Quaritch, or whoever was watching.

I hear Jake growl before he adjusts his grip on his knife and presses it against my neck. It makes me shut up but I can’t loosen my facial muscles to stop my grin. The blade is pressing into my skin uncomfortably but not harshly enough to slice through my skin.

Jake is staring into my eyes and I can tell he’s in deep thought. Nevertheless, he looks enraged. His ears are flattened all the way back and he bares his fangs when he speaks.

“She’s gonna die here, Quaritch. I’ll make sure to make it last as long as possible.” Jake hisses, keeping the knife firmly pressed against the side of my throat. His ears twitch forwards when he hears Quaritch respond.

His eyes are focused on mine but he’s listening to what the Colonel is saying on the other line. Jake presses his lips together in a frown, harshly glaring at me one last time before nodding and pulling his hand away.

I exhale deeply in relief. A breath I didn’t know I was holding. Blood lightly trickles down my neck. Jake must have broken through a layer of skin with his blade. The cut burns but it is bearable.

Jake gets up from the ground, peering down at me before shutting off the video camera and turning away.

“I want ‘em back by tonight. And if anythin’s happened to ‘em-” Jake pauses, wiping his hand over his face in stress. “I won’t hesitate to kill her.”

Once again, he firmly nods before motioning something to Neytiri. She walks up to him and they both leave after she turns and looks at me once more. Disgust and hatred were emitted through her look. It’s very clear that I am not wanted here.

As they leave, I overhear them exchange a few words in Na’vi.

“Should we get her ready for the exchange?” Neytiri asks. Jake looks at her with a pause before answering.

“No.” he mumbles, and his answer surprises her. “We can use her against them.”

His partner looks at him with wide eyes and he shrugs. “She won’t leave here alive.”

His last sentence sounds like an order. One I cannot understand.

My sense of time is gone. I don’t know whether it’s still the same day or whether I had been out for multiple days. But it doesn’t seem to matter because I know no one will tell me anyway. What is confusing me is how the Colonel and my team managed to escape that hellish chaos alive and with the kids. But I have the rest of the day to think about that now.

After a few hours, I notice it’s dark outside. There are two armed Na’vi outside the odd-looking hut I’m in, but nothing is happening. I haven’t seen Jake since the interaction we had earlier. But I felt like I was waiting for him to come and get me. From what I understood from the talk he had with Quaritch, Jake wanted to trade me against his kids. An offer which still seems stupid to me.

We had already lost half our squad and Quaritch never seemed too moved by their death. So why would my life matter to him? I’m one person. An Avatar they can grow again if they deem it necessary. They have three hostages. Kids with information about everything we need to know. I think it’s clear that I’m not going back. But despite that, I stayed awake in hopes of Jake returning to bring me back to them. I want to go back. I don’t feel ready to die here. Not when we have so much to still see on this planet. Even though Pandora is our enemy, I’m amazed by the beauty of nature every time we go out. The power the forests hold.

Day Two:

Sunlight shines through my eyelids, making it impossible for me to continue sleeping. Wait- I slept through the night. The night that I was meant to return home if the deal worked.

My body jolts awake in panic and the sudden movements pain my leg, making me tense up and freeze. I look around me to find a once again empty room. Shit. I promised myself last night I wouldn’t sleep until I return to the RDA.

Hours went by and I was still left alone in the tent-like hut. Usually, when hearing waves softly crash and distant noises of animals and people, one would find the atmosphere quite relaxing. But the silence was almost eery to me. I was left alone with my thoughts and it made me sick. My body was sore from not being able to move and my calf muscle was throbbing with pain. The wound I had gotten was left untreated and I was being neglected. Not that I expected to be taken care of. I didn’t. But actually experiencing this is different to imagining how it would be.

My thoughts wandered. Jake wasn’t back. Perhaps the trade hadn’t worked. Maybe the RDA refused to give up the kids. If that were true, it doesn’t surprise me. That’s probably why I’m still here. Quaritch must have chosen to keep them hostage over saving me. I felt miserable and abandoned but if I were in his place, I would have left me too.

Perhaps the recoms took one look at my leg and decided I was basically already dead. A wounded soldier is useless in times of war. Why bother to help me?

Day Three:

I barely slept. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t rest. My entire body ached from not moving. My shoulders were becoming agonisingly sore from my hands being tied behind my back and my leg had finally stopped bleeding but it was swollen. The bite marks were deep and my blood looked infected.

A Na’vi came into my room. She was from the water clan but I didn’t mind because I saw she was holding water and food. The girl looked young too and somehow oddly familiar. As if I’ve seen her before.

Of course, she wasn’t alone. A large Na’vi followed her, holding a spear. His face and chest had tribal tattoos and he stood by the doorway, watching over the girl. Most likely her father.

More people walked in and I spotted Jake between them. He walked up to me and was hesitantly followed by a few kids.

His eyes scanned me over before he nodded at the girl next to me. She put the small basket down and gave me water while Jake discussed something with the man watching over the girl.

I gulped down everything in the bottle. Finally, my throat wasn’t as dry as before.

“Recognise them?” Jake asked me, motioning to the children. The girl next to me stepped to the side and kept a ‘safe’ distance.

I look at the kids one by one. I knew two of them were his because their skin was a darker blue than the rest. But in the end, he could have many kids we don’t know about. But yes, they do look familiar. Then again, I’m really not in the right state of mind right now to be thinking about things like that.

I stay silent and return my gaze to Jake.

He smirks. “These are the kids you took.”

My eyes widen a little more and I instantly start to examine them again. He got them back?

“They’re home and safe from you monsters.”

My ears flatten back at his remark. He wasn’t wrong but I didn’t like hearing it.

“What’s your name?” he asks, but I stay silent. He doesn’t need to know that.

Jake scoffs at my reaction before kneeling down next to me and pulling my dog tag out from beneath my torn tank top.

I watch him read my name before he diverts his eyes to look at me again.

“I tricked your friends, Y/N.” Jake snarled at me malevolently. “I got what I wanted and I have you.”

My heart sinks as I hear this information.

“If they’re still alive, I can tell you right now, they’re sure as hell not coming to get you.”

I felt sick to my stomach. The feeling of helplessness when your world starts to suddenly completely fall apart makes me feel like I’m drowning. It really was all over now. I’m going to live as long as they feel like it. But this is where I will stay.

The girl reappears next to me, holding fruit in her hands. She’s peeled it and is seeming to offer it to me but Jake doesn’t let her.

“No food for her.” he tells the girl and it makes her stop her movements and retreat her hands.

Jake glances at me one last time before turning to the other man.

“We need to keep her weak.”

The man nods and soon, they’re all leaving me with an empty stomach again.

Day Four:

My head is throbbing in pain. My vision is blurry and my body is numb. This is a different kind of torture that I am now realising I won’t last much longer in.

I have started passing out every few hours from dehydration and lack of sleep. Hearing the water beneath the woven floor had me envisioning I was drowning in the ocean again. Hallucinations were not uncommon either.

The guards at the entrance to the hut have turned around multiple times when I would gasp and scream. I once thought I was drowning and the other time I saw the recoms walk in and I genuinely thought it was all over. But they weren’t real. They faded away in seconds and I was alone again.

Later that day, Jake came back along with the man he was talking to before. Neytiri and another woman from the water clan entered as well.

My eyes widened when I saw an Avatar in human clothing walk in behind Jake. I thought it could be a recom but when I looked at his face, I realised I didn’t recognise him.

About an hour earlier I had heard a helicopter outside but I wasn’t sure whether I had imagined it. Apparently not. The Avatar looked like he was from the science department. He had tech equipment with him and started setting it down on the ground.

They were talking between each other for a while and I stopped paying attention. My mind was too hazy from the pain to listen.

But I came back to my senses a little more when Jake came up to me and started his questioning. He had the video camera with him again. Perhaps he wanted to show Quaritch my suffering.

“How are you alive again?”

“Did the RDA make you?”

“Why are you after my family?”

The questions overwhelmed me. I don’t know why he thought it was a good idea to interrogate me when I’m in such a bad state. But I couldn’t focus properly.

That bothered Jake, so he used force like he knew we would too. I answered only when I really couldn’t bare the pain he was inflicting on me.

In the end, I told them our mission and why we were alive. It’s not top-secret information anyway, it was pretty obvious really. We are out for blood because he betrayed us in our past lives. What does Jake not understand about that?

The session ended with tears staining my face and blood running out of my nose. My calf resumed its bleeding after Jake had purposefully irritated the deep wound to get answers out of me. The clan leader, his wife, and Neytiri didn’t look comfortable during the torture, but they showed me no mercy. I didn’t expect them to.

It’s only natural for them to hate me for what I am and for what I was.

Day Five:

I don’t feel alive anymore. I had been given more water but my body was weak. Nothing feels real to me and I’m surprised I’m still hanging on. I don’t have much to live for, how come I’m still here?

But I realise something is off today. The village isn’t calm. There’s a loud commotion outside. Big splashes of water and occasional shouting. It keeps me awake.

A little while later, a few Na’vi come into my tent but they pay me no attention. Usually, the people are wary of me but to these two, I don’t even exist. They seem to be in a hurry as they gather a few of their belongings. I watch them roll up mats and grab a few things before jogging back outside. Were they going somewhere?

This continued for what felt like a few hours until I noticed the noise slowly start to die down. The noises of animals gathering at the shore were heard. After a while, there was no noise anymore. I was left in complete silence.

Hours went by and there was just… nothing.

I thought that perhaps I was hallucinating about being alone. Or maybe I was dead and this is what I get after life. Neverending, loud silence.

I feel disconnected from the world. Like I can’t keep up because I don’t know what is happening. I can’t move and I feel so utterly helpless it breaks me. I feel disconnected from life.

I start grieving for myself. Remembering the gift of freedom I had before. Before I was restricted of almost all my movement.

I’m able to see the sun slowly set outside. My cramped-up body is slowly losing its power as the daylight outside dims. Everything hurts. My mouth is dry, my leg is putting me in agony and my breathing becomes heavy. As if there were a weight on my chest. My neck hurts from not being able to rest, my back hurts from not being able to stretch or readjust its posture and I can’t feel my tail. It’s all too much and my vision starts to black out once more. My completely numb body falls to the side and I lose consciousness.

The village has been abandoned by the clan. And they have left you alone with it. All huts are empty and there is no movement except for the small waves washing up on the coast.

To them, you were not worthy of life. You knew that but having to bare their treatment was worse.

Why they left, you do not know. But you’re too weak to worry about it. Your body is trying its best to keep you alive for as long as possible, but it is not doing well. You have not been nourishing it as well as you usually do and the sudden change has weakened your immune system. Your mentality and emotional strength are equally at a low because abandonment is not easy to deal with. There seems to be nothing keeping you in this world any longer. Quite frankly, you’re not sure whether those who you wish to see once more are even still breathing. Sully mentioned they had been tricked and could be dead. Perhaps you should join them, to escape this dreadful reality you’re stuck in.

What you do not know, is that the clan and the Sully’s fled for a reason. This whole time they had been documenting your suffering and sending it to the RDA, in hopes of being able to form some type of peace treaty. But seeing your treatment had the surviving recoms feeling furious.

The ambush Jake had set up on them to get the kids back had been seriously dangerous. Zdinarsk took a bad hit and in the end, the squad had to leave her lifeless body behind, as they had done with the others.

Everyone else survived.

When the recoms lost you on deck, many thought you were dead. It pained them because, to them, you were the brightest of them all. You of course never knew this, but you managed to keep the team’s spirit uplifted at all times. As humans, they had always had a special connection with you. A few new soldiers joined the recoms but the soldiers that were alive now you knew for a longer time. The Colonel included. You’re their youngest team member and they have always been protective of you. To the recoms, they wouldn’t be a team without you. You had brought them together. In the beginning, you were all strangers. You only knew Lyle from boot camp. And gradually, you unintentionally helped bring everyone closer. It was who you were and they admired you for it.

Seeing that you were alive gave them a huge relief but when they realised what hands you had landed in, it horrified them.

Quaritch was ready to fully arm his team and walk out to find you the second his interaction with Sully ended.

Ardmore prevented that from happening and Quaritch knew he had to listen to her. Instead, they prepared for the handover. Secretly of course, because the General would not agree to trade 3 hostages with valuable information against one wounded soldier.

They saw you in trouble so instantly, their mission objective changed. Screw Sully, he can wait. They had to get you back.

The full five days were spent planning what to do because the recoms panicked when they realised they weren’t getting you back from Jake. He had set up a trap for them which they fell into, due to their tunnel vision for you.

Now, they didn’t have a plan but they have vengeance, rage and fury. Enough of it to pump adrenaline through their bodies and make them dare to walk all the way to find you.

I didn’t plan on waking up again but hey, that’s not something I can control right? My eyes squint in irritation as my pupils are strained, trying to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Light? It was meant to be dark. The sun had just set.

Confusion once again revives my body and I properly look around. My weak body lays on its side but my head manages to lift up. Why the hell is it so goddamn bright when the sky outside is dark?

A strong smell fills my nostrils, making me scrunch up my sensitive nose.

Smoke.

I’m inhaling smoke. One breath after the other it starts to cloud the hut I’m in, but I can’t move. My ears twitch and I hear something cracking to my left. Like wood breaking and falling. My eyes turn to look where the noise came from and I see the hole that has formed in the wall of the woven tent I’m in. It’s growing bigger and the floor is slowly breaking away. Outlining it are small flames, keeping the dry fabric ignited.

Fire.

The village is burning. And I’m in it. Why and how it’s burning I don’t know but the smoke is clouding my vision and filling my lungs, making me think this has to be my end. In complete defeat, I drop my head again, hoping to evade the polluting grey cloud but it doesn’t help. The need to cough clogs my throat but I’m too weak to inhale a big enough breath to be able to cough. So I just resume my position, waiting for everything to end.

You don’t move. You can’t. You’re wrists are still tied behind your back and your leg is still injured. There is no escape for you. You’re just hoping the smoke will finish you off before the flames reach you.

Outside your hut, loud shouts of orders are to be heard. But your ears do not pick up on them.

The fire has been set purposefully out of spite for what had been done to you. But the ones responsible for it, do not know you are still there. Once things started burning, orders were given to search the huts for anything and anyone. Best case scenario: you.

The smoke had knocked you out again because you weren’t receiving enough air. Time is running out fast.

Hut after hut, the recombinants find nothing, quickly running to the next one before the fire reaches it. The one you are in is on the far end of the village, so as not to inconvenience the previous inhabitants. You were a threat and they didn’t want you in the centre of it all. After all, you might bring them bad luck.

Everyone was busy, desperately hoping to find you but also dreading to find you in flames and blood.

Just before your roof was going to collapse on you, one soldier was fortunate enough to run past your hut and glance inside.

Lopez’s bare feet skidded over the woven fabric that the village was built with. It was dry and able to burn fast, so they all had to hurry.

He’s running from house to house, looking inside only to find abandoned objects and some furniture. His hope is slowly dying out as he starts to reach the edge of the coastal village. Lopez’s heart is beating fast and he feels dread weigh down his heart. What if they are too late? He should have paid attention to where you were on the ship. Not let you out of his sight. Then this would have never happened.

He’s starting to panic again, just like when he saw you crying on the screen.

Finally, he reached your hut. It looked just like any other hut and when he glanced inside all he saw was smoke. It was close to collapsing in on itself and Lopez was about to go and run to the next one when he saw a faint figure on the ground. It made him stop dead in his tracks and a soft breeze managed to clear the smoke from his view for a few seconds.

There you were.

Lying motionless on the ground.

His heart sank and everything seemed to stop for a few seconds before he was brought back to reality by the flames nearing you and the cracking of the roof above you. Without spending another second thinking, Lopez hurled his body forward, running straight up to you. He held his breath, examining you with wide eyes while his hands moved you around to see if you were alive. You gave him no reaction. He was ready to scoop you up but he quickly realised you were tied to a post which was attached to the burning wall.

Such cruel handling to such a beautiful soul, he thought.

He was quick to try and rip the rope but it wasn’t working. Lopez cursed himself for losing his dagger.

Luckily, Lyle, who was also searching houses, saw Lopez run into the smoke. He hasn’t seen him come out. It meant that either he had to go help his fellow soldier in case something had happened or perhaps, Lopez had found something.

Lyle reached the entrance of the hut, seeing nothing but a hunched-over figure. Recognising it as Lopez, he quickly entered and equally held his breath in the smoke. Both their ears were pinned back in tension and once Lyle saw you on the ground, he fell to his knees in an attempt to help you. He saw Lopez fighting the coarse rope and swiftly reached for his dagger, slicing through it to finally free you. No words were spoken, they knew what to do.

Without hesitation, Lopez quickly slid an arm behind your back and one under the legs, lifting you into the air as he got up. Lyle quickly lead the way, flinching when he saw the roof start to break. Both men are desperate to help you out of here so they run, with you in Lopez’s arms. Finally exiting the hut, they can breathe again but they don’t stop. Just as they start to return, the entire hut collapses in on itself. They found you just in time.

All other soldiers have been ordered to get off the burning ground and back onto the sand. They were gathered on the beach and the Colonel was looking for Lopez and Lyle. A soldier called out that he spotted them and the whole team turned to see them running with a body in one’s hands.

Immediately, all senses and attention were spiked. Was it you?

Lyle called out that they had you and a few soldiers dropped their things to go and help them where as the Colonel stayed put. The news overwhelmed him with the long-needed feeling of relief and he just stared at them, watching his highly trained marines carefully transport you to them. But there was one problem. You weren’t awake…

My head buzzed in pain from a mild headache I was getting while resting. But suddenly, as my senses return to me, everything feels different. I’m blinded by a bright white light as I once again, open my eyes. Am I dead?

I squint and the white light is above me. Yep, I’m dead. Heaven or hell, who cares. I’m not where I was and that’s all that really matters to me right now.

Ready to close my eyes again, my other senses heightened. With my vision gone, I can focus on my hearing and smell. I smell disinfectant and hear a constant beeping which is probably what is giving me my headache. It’s coming from behind me and I open my eyes, wanting to hit whatever it was.

Suddenly, the light is no longer blinding me and I recognise what looks to be a heart monitor.

A gasp is emitted on my right and I flinch, looking at the figure with half-lidded and tired eyes.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” The voice shouts in excitement. I recognise Prager and my eyes start to tear up.

I still had no idea what was happening but I was so happy to not be alone anymore.

Prager is barely sitting on his chair now that he seems to have placed next to my bed. He’s too happy for that. Next to him, Mansk is slowly lifting his head from his palm. The sudden commotion must have woken him up.

He looks at Prager who is holding my hand and when he notices I’m awake, his eyes widen in surprise. It starts to load into Mansk’s head that I’m alive and he sits up, leaning over me.

I’m very overwhelmed with everything around me.

“You��re dead too?” I mumble, suddenly coughing a little. A smoky aftertaste is left lingering on my tongue.

Prager tilts his head in confusion.

“Y/N, you’re alive.” he says, smiling again.

I shake my head. “No-” I say, pointing to me. “I’m dead.”

Prager chuckles at your existential confusion. He’s too overjoyed that your back he gets up and runs to the door.

“Colonel, Y/N’s awake!” he shouts through the hallway, standing in the frame of the door.

Mansk scoots closer, seeming to be in disbelief that I’m alive. He’s examining me, making sure I’m okay while now also comfortingly holding my hand.

(click here to see a picture I drew of this scene)

Only now do I realise where I am. I’m laying in a hospital bed in what looks like it could be the RDA’s medical centre. The recoms have their own hospital because the bodies are different.

There is in fact a heart monitor next to me and I have cannula tubes inserted into my lower arm and hand which are connected to an IV drip bag. It’s clear and filled with a saline solution. Probably best to cure my dehydration. I can feel a bandage around my calf. Finally, the wound must have been taken care of.

“How are you feeling?” Mansk asks. His ears are perked forward, giving me all his attention.

I slowly tilt my head back to face him.

“Like shit.” I mutter, raising my hand impaled by small, clear tubes and my bandaged leg to emphasize my point. He drops his head and smiles.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” he replies. But his smile is comforting. He seems to know that I must be doing better if I can curse and joke around.

Prager steps back into the room, allowing the Colonel to come in. Quaritch was out of breath when he walked in, his eyes never leaving me. He came to a stop in front of my bed. Behind him, the rest of the remaining team came in. Lyle, Lopez, and Ja stood behind their superior and their wide eyes watched our interaction.

“Y/N…” Quaritch breathes out as I look up to meet his gaze. He seemed relieved but his eyes showed me he was tormented with guilt.

“I’m so sorry.”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why was he sorry?

“Sorry? Why?”

Quaritch looks disappointed in himself, and his eyes flicker down and away from mine to stare at the pale covers of the bed.

“I should have been watching out for you. It’s my fault.”

My ears droop at the news. Sure, he was our Colonel and was in charge of us all, but it’s not his fault.

“Don’t say that.” I reply, not wanting him to feel let down by himself. “It’s not true.”

Your words are spoken softly as if you are trying to comfort him. He notices your tone, once again being reminded why you’re so special to him and the team. Helping others even at your worst. A great quality which will never cease to amaze him.

“We thought we lost you.” His saddened eyes meet mine again.

I smile, appreciating him showing me his caring side. Something Quaritch never did.

“Don’t get me emotional here, Colonel.” I chuckle before abruptly coughing again. “I don’t have enough water in my body to cry.”

A grin forms on my lips and my joking attitude makes him lightly chuckle. The others smile.

They spend the next few hours with you, talking to you about things and letting you get everything off your chest. You told them what happened from the very beginning to the very end. It made them furious but at least you were safe now. While listening, Quaritch had his ears pinned back and was gritting his teeth. Mansk couldn’t keep his leg still and was tensely cracking his knuckles and pressing his fingers into fists. Everyone was on edge when you described what Jake had done to you. They wanted to go and end him even more now but no one would risk the same thing happening again.

For the next few days, you were getting their full-time princess treatment. Obviously, they still had to work. This wasn’t some perfect fantasy where they would spend all their time with you and watch movies. It didn’t work that way. The RDA had to keep running and they were needed. But you were not forgotten.

They would each stop by every day, taking turns to make sure you were alright. While you still felt very weak, your body started healing and your strength was slowly returning. It was a miracle. One you would have never imagined could happen. Not after you thought you were going to die multiple times. Not even after you were ready to face death the last time. This job, or this life, was not for the weak.

Soon enough, I was slowly returning to my normal self. The doctors let me go after a week but I was still not allowed to participate in extremely physical activities like working out. Typical things for Marines. I just hope that I won’t forget how to do things once I’m really back.

One might think that moving around the facility during the day was the toughest part for me. Well, that’s not true. It was a struggle but what I was really battling with were the nights. Whenever I close my eyes, my mind starts remembering and picturing everything that has happened to me over the past few days. Sleeping in the hospital was dreadful. I think that’s why they let me out early. So that I could properly rest again.

With half of the original recom team gone, the dorms which we slept in were reduced in size. We were transferred to a shared room for the seven of us. The Colonel included. His private room was going to be used for something else. There would have been lots of complaining from his side if it weren’t for my sleep paranoia. I was going to share a room with them from now on and it relieved me. It meant that I wouldn’t have to sit through the night alone anymore and stare into the dark. I could perhaps even sleep peacefully.

The days went by quickly for me because I wasn’t assigned any tasks. I feel like I’m just wasting my time but Quaritch tells me it’s a part of the healing process.

The lights were shut off again and the room went dark. Normally, my heart would start racing but I could hear the soft breathing of Lyle behind me and Mansk on my left. We had our own beds, but even they were pretty close together. The Colonel slept across the room from me.

Surprisingly, I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly. Sleeping in one room with 6 fully grown marine men on your side is a pretty comforting thought for me. I knew them well and trusted each of them.

But once asleep, it didn’t take long for the traumatising memories to return. I dreamt that I was tied down again, stuck in the hut full of smoke. I could remember the exact pain in every area of my body and the aftertaste of the smoke in my lungs. But this time, nobody was there to get me out. The fire neared me rapidly and soon, the flames engulfed me. Out of fear, I woke up.

Quickly, I sat up from my previous laying position, breathing heavily as if I had been running. A sweat droplet ran down my forehead while my wide eyes saw that I wasn’t back there, but still safe in our room.

I heard a bed creak next to me and turned around, flinching away when I saw a figure sitting on the bed.

“Y/N, it’s okay. It’s me.” I hear Lyle say. My eyes close and I let out a relieved sigh.

“Sorry for waking you.” I whisper, flattening my ears back.

“Don’t be, I wanna help.” He softly replies, walking to the edge of my bed. I look up at him and even in the dark, I can see his smile. Our new eyes really were something.

“Scoot over.” he whispers, gently taking hold of my blanket and lifting a corner. We knew each other well enough to know our boundaries. This was completely fine.

“The bed’s small. You won’t sleep well.” I warn him, still listening to what he said.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” he mumbles, slowly getting under the covers with me. “Just want you to feel better.”

I smile at him, before laying my head back against the pillow. “Thanks.”

Lyle loosely drapes his arm around my waist, pulling himself closer to me so that he won’t fall off the edge of the mattress. His hand feels the bare skin of my hip and he stops. His eyebrows furrow and he lets me go, using the same hand to lift the blanket.

“What are you even wearin’?” he asks. I groan against the pillow. I had sleep shorts and a comfortable sleep top on. It looked like a sports bra but it was actually cozy.

“It’s warm. And this is comfortable.” I mumble, not bothering to open my eyes.

“It’s cold.” Lyle corrects me, placing his arm back over me and pressing himself against my back. “But you’re warm.”

“Hot.” I smirk, nudging his foot with mine before closing my eyes again. He chuckles lightly and we go silent in an attempt to sleep again.

Unfortunately, that attempt turns out to be miserable because Lyle won’t stop moving around. His body twitches and he keeps readjusting his position.

Then the inevitable happens. I feel something semi-hard against my ass. With the dirty mind Lyle taught me to have, my eyes shoot open and I hold my breath for a second. To see if it really is what I think it is, I push back against it.

Lyle sharply inhales a breath and I huff out a sigh.

“You’re kidding.” I whisper to him unimpressed, turning my head to look at him from the corner of my eye.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” he stutters, withdrawing his arm from me again.

“This is your help? Getting all worked up?” I ask with a chuckle and the intention to make fun of him so that he would joke back. It surprised me that he was getting hard around me. I never knew he thought of me in that way.

He doesn’t respond so I fully turn around to face him. Lyle's ears are flattened back and he looks not just embarrassed but regretful and ashamed.

“Lyle, I’m joking.” I say, noticing his expression.

“I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.” he whispers to me. Lyle glances to his bed and I notice that he’s thinking about getting up.

“Don’t you dare. I was comfortable.” I whisper-shout at him. He turns his head back to me, watching my moves to understand my reaction.

I turn around and lay back down, in an attempt to show him I wasn’t weirded out. The situation has my heart beating faster in my chest. Probably in excitement. I don’t think my steps through. All I know is that I felt comfortable and safe with him and I wanted to return to the position we were just in.

I lay still but my eyes are open and I wait for him to lay down again. Luckily, Lyle gives in and lowers himself back down. His chest presses up against my back once more and he keeps his arm on his side. He seems unsure whether to put it back so I gently reach behind me and pull it over my waist again, hugging his forearm against my chest.

Within seconds, I feel his tense body melt against me and I’m comfortable again. He hums behind my head and I close my eyes.

But now I can’t stop thinking about what could happen. I know Lyle still has his problem but he’s stuck here with me and can’t really sort it out. In a way, I feel bad for him. But only then do I realise, that his presence had me feeling warmer and more jumpy than usual.

His heavy, strong body was pressed right up against mine. There was no way he didn’t feel how warm I’m getting. Questions seem to slowly answer themselves when Lyle shifts again.

His arm tightens around my waist and he gently pulls my hips up against his. I don’t move, letting him set the pose. He holds me tightly against him now and my ass is pressed against his now hard erection.

I don’t know what to do but I’m no longer thinking about my actions. I just do them. My head turns to the side again to look at him. I hear him smirk and then suddenly, Lyle presses his face against the side of my neck, nuzzling his nose into my skin. This is new. All of this. Lyle and I have never been this physical.

“Lyle?” I ask, not sure what I’m asking or what I expect to hear as a response.

“I thought I lost you, Buttercup.” he mumbles against my skin. His other arm pushes through underneath me and he’s wrapped both his arms around me now.

I gasp when I feel his warm lips against my skin. Lyle starts pressing gentle kisses on my neck before he licks a small stripe and then catches the skin between his teeth.

“Missed you so much,” he whispers, moving up so that he’s now hovering over me. He kisses my cheek and I look up at him with doe eyes. He’s being so affectionate it’s making me melt. The light speckles on our skin illuminate our bodies and I see mine in the reflection of his eyes. We stare at each other for a few long seconds before he starts to slowly lean down. His eyes flicker between mine and my lips and I let it happen. There was nothing wrong with this and no reason to stop. I missed him too.

Our lips meet and Lyle immediately starts to passionately kiss me. I sigh at the pleasant feeling, lifting my hand to caress the back of his head. Tracing my hand over his skin, I stop at his shoulders and feel the muscles flexing while he’s holding himself up. Lyle’s physique always looked good to me. Having his weight on me felt even better.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.” he whisper after we pull away. He’s watching me, waiting for my reaction. I slowly nod and almost instantly, the gap between our lips is closed again. But this time, the kiss is more heated and Lyle seems more desperate.

My mind is hazy from my lack of sleep and sudden affection. My eyes flutter closed with every kiss and touch he gives me that time seems to speed by. Something I hate because I wish I could prolong this moment with Lyle.

His hands are caressing my chest and he glances at me for permission while letting his fingertips linger on the fabric of my top. This time I nod eagerly and Lyle listens, gently pulling the top over my head. He groans, letting his eyes scan me before quickly moving on to my shorts. I lift my hips and it encourages him to slip them down my legs, leaving me bare before him.

“You’ve always been so pretty.” he praised me, whispering the words into my ear. “Thought I’d never be able to tell you.”

“Stop, you’re making me feel special.” I grin, helping him pull his shirt off.

Lyle chuckles softly. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispers his promises into my ear.

I smile, embracing him as he lowers himself back down. Suddenly, it seems like we’d both been touch starved and we couldn’t let each other go. I don’t know whether this is love or lust. Somewhere in between but we have a deep connection that’s igniting my skin with warmth.

Lyle stripped himself as well and he’s kissing down my chest. Our bodies are hidden under the blanket in case anyone turns the light on. But we were quiet enough not to wake others.

I open my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him against me. I feel his aching hard cock press up against my bare pussy which was throbbing and becoming wet. Lyle’s body shudders in anticipation at the close touch and he can’t help but slowly grind himself against my folds. I bite my lip, exhaling shakily which his ears pick up on.

“Please-” I whisper, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“You don’t need to beg, baby. Anythin’ for you.” he softly replies, gently nibbling my ear before adjusting his hips to mine.

I feel the tip of his dick press against my entrance, carefully applying pressure to not overwhelm me all at once.

I nod up at him, and his lips part in admiration when he sees my lust-filled and half-lidded eyes staring up at him.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He whispers to me, knowing I’m still not up to my full health. I hum in response, feeling too blown away to form words already.

Lyle starts to gently roll his hips forward, thereby pushing himself into you. His mouth slowly drops open in pleasure, relishing in the way you’re squeezing him. The intrusion would normally make you tense up but you trust Lyle so much, you don’t stop him. Knowing he would never do anything to hurt you, you lay back and focus on relaxing yourself for him. Finally feeling so safe and good was such a contrast to how you felt a week ago. You needed this just as much as he did.

He blamed himself for what happened just like everyone else did. Now, he wanted to apologise and make up for it. Because he missed your presence so incredibly much before, he couldn’t get enough of it now.

Lyle finally bottomed out and he dropped his head against your shoulder in pleasure. Never had he felt this close to you, but he loved it. Even with all his built-up lust, his main priority is you.

“You doin’ okay?” he asks, and suddenly Lyle already seems out of breath.

“Yeah, m’ fine.” I say and reassuringly tap his shoulder.

He gives me a small nod. Taking one of my hands Lyle carefully interwines our fingers and then presses our connected hands against the pillow next to my head. I sigh as he gently pulls out, pushing back in as carefully as he did the first time. He does this until he feels that I have relaxed more. Once Lyle starts to slowly pick up the pace, the movement inside me is feeling pleasurable. I start breathing heavily. Listening to Lyle’s uneven breathing and watching his lustful expression is really turning me on, making my pussy almost flutter around him.

I gasp when his tip hits a particularly good spot inside me. It makes me instinctively clench my legs around him and roll my hips upwards.

“That good?” Lyle teases with a grin, noticing my body’s response.

“Shit- Lyle…” I sigh, clenching my fingers down against his hand and raising my free hand to hold on to the pillow. I needed to dig my fingers into something.

Lyle seemed to not like that I wasn’t touching him and he thrust into me sharply, making my body jolt upwards. I look at him with wide eyes before resting my free hand on his shoulders. The pleasure is building up inside me, making me curl my toes and dig my nails into his back.

Lyle growls with a grin, continuing what he’s doing. He drops his head in the crook of my neck, starting to suck and gently bite down on my skin. Probably wanting to leave hickeys. I’m not going to stop him.

He didn’t speed up but he angled his hips in a way that sent shivers down my spine and made me arch my back off the bed.

“Lyle-” I whisper “I’m close.” My breathing is heavy and my words are barely heard but he catches them in time.

“You doin’ so well f’ere me, baby. So fuckin’ good.” he groans, resuming to nibble on my neck and collarbone.

My mouth drops open in bliss and I’m gasping and whimpering beneath Lyle.

He dips his head down once more with a smug smile, kissing me to keep us both quiet as our orgasms approach. It’s the best way to shut me up.

His thrusts deepen and I feel his abdomen nudge my clit every time he bottoms out. It’s enough to send me over the edge. My mouth hangs open again but Lyle continues to kiss me, muffling my silent moan. Not once do his movements falter. He rides out my orgasm until my legs stop clamping down around him.

“Where do you want it?” he asks between heavy breaths, looking at me with desperate eyes because he can’t hold it back.

“In me.” I whisper, pressing the side of my face against his. I hear him let out a muffled moan, pressing his lips together to not be too loud.

I missed him and everything normal so much, I needed this feeling of closeness. I was about to die a few days back so I really didn’t mind.

I gather my breath and Lyle speeds up his thrusts to push himself over the edge. To help him, I open my legs wider to give him better access. The next thrust makes him growl in pleasure and within seconds, his body spasms. Lyle bites down onto my shoulder, holding me down with both his arms and placing his body weight on me while he rams himself as deep inside my pussy as possible and shoots his cum inside me. He holds me down, not letting me move until he’s done.

Once he’s emptied his balls inside me, his grip on me loosens and we lock eyes once more.

Slowly, I lift my hand and cup his cheek. The small act of affection makes him smile softly and he presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. I smile up at him, unable to contain my happiness. I really liked him and I was happy this happened between us.

Lyle grinned down at me, seeming to read my thoughts. I pulled him in for a quick peck on the lips and then he slowly lifted himself up, pulling out. His hands traced my body as he prepared to lay back down next to me.

“So pretty. You’re mine baby.” he says, leaning down about to rest next to me once more before his movements stop.

“Don’t know about that, Corporal.” Said a voice from behind us. It spoke louder than we did and I immediately recognised it to be the Colonel. Quaritch was awake and had probably heard everything.

I gasp and Lyle freezes, staring at me for a second before sighing. He would have been surprised if you both wouldn’t have woken anyone up.

Quaritch walks up to my bed, glancing at Lyle before once again fixating his gaze on me. My hands are gripping onto the edge of the blanket, holding it above my chest. The Colonel is my superior and my face flushes in embarrassment in response to being caught doing that.

“Didn’t know you’d be this temptin’ sweet’eart.” He grinned, flashing his fangs. Quaritch was a bold man not afraid of judgement.

“I’m sorry sir, I-”

“Almost irresistible.” he mutters under his breath, making me stop mid-sentence.

Lyle is next to me, silently watching the situation unfold. He knows the Colonel well and is aware that he isn’t just having you to himself tonight.

Quaritch once again glances at Lyle and his gaze is more of a warning sign now. Lyle takes the hint, reaching for his sweatpants before moving off the bed. He looks down at me in a way to make sure I’m doing okay. I was surprised by the Colonel’s forwardness but Lyle was making sure I’m not uncomfortable. I know that if he would feel like I’m in danger, he would do absolutely everything in his power to protect me from that.

But it was Quaritch in the room with us. Definitely no stranger. I trusted Quaritch as well, I just had to be more respectful and presentable around him because he was a high-ranking officer.

“I was ready to kill Jake the second I’d see him.” Quaritch says, continuing to peer down at me. “Rip ‘im open and burn his body.”

If this is how Quaritch dirty talks then someone help me.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you, darlin’. I can promise you that with my life.”

His words are deep and while processing them, he steps closer. Quaritch sits down on the bed so that we are at eye level.

“I want ‘te make it up to you.” he says, gazing deeply into my eyes.

I watch him and his words send a shiver down my spine. Quaritch is very much attractive but he is also so much more intimidating than Lyle. I feel nervous being so exposed around him but something about the way he is so gentle with me and the soft look on his face makes me want this to happen.

“You trust me?” Quaritch asks. He looks so genuine and so real. As if he’d left the Colonel sleeping and what I’m seeing in front of me is just him as Miles.

“Yes.” I whisper, giving him a light nod. A small smile spreads across his lips. His large hand reaches up to my face and he twirls a small strand of hair that came loose around his fingers before gently tucking it behind my ear. I can’t tear my wide eyes from his. The amazement and surprise that this is happening is still astounding me.

“I won’t let you down.” he softly says, moving closer to me. “Never again.”

With that, he firmly presses his lips against mine, pulling my face to his.

I accept, letting my body relax against his.

Quaritch’s hands are on me, pulling me closer to him and within a matter of seconds, he’s hooked his palms under my thighs and has managed to tug me onto his lap. He was wearing nothing but his pants and I enjoyed the warm skin-to-skin contact our chests have.

The Colonel must have been watching or listening to Lyle and me because I felt his fully erect dick under me. It made me lose my mind. My fucking Colonel, the person I always look up to seems to have it bad for me.

His fingers dig into my hips and he presses me down against him, pulling away from the kiss and growling. I gasp, letting my eyes flutter closed while he grabs my queue, tugging my head back to expose my neck. His lips attach themselves to my neck as a small distraction while his other hand reaches between us and pushes down his pants.

He’s sucking and nibbling the skin of my neck, making me arch myself into him at the pleasant feeling. I’m not surprised that the Colonel is so skilled. A man of that age has a lot of experience. I just never thought I would be on the receiving end of it.

He pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh, far enough to free his aching cock from the restraints of the fabric. Once again, he forces my hips closer against his, pressing my already wet pussy against the sheath of his length. It’s warm and at this point, my core is too. Our bodies radiate heat while our senses are flooded with desire and lust.

His eyes seem to have turned a shade darker. Miles looks animalistic. His gaze is predatory, showing me his hunger and thirst for more. It doesn’t scare me though. He’s deeply buried in the moment but it’s still him who I trust.

His needs seem to be screaming at him and without further ado, both his hands latch themselves to my sides, lifting me up a little. I’m supporting myself by standing on my knees but it seems like Quaritch still wants full control, despite our position.

I feel his tip against my entrance. But this time mine and Lyle’s cum is slowly dripping out and onto him, covering his throbbing erection.

When I look up at him, Miles is grinning. There’s something so dirty about all of this but it’s just exciting me more. My thoughts are interrupted when Quaritch stops holding me up, guiding me down him until I’m fully seated on his lap again with him buried deep inside my pussy.

“F-fuck…” he curses, hissing the words through his teeth. “I knew you’d feel amazing.”

His whisper makes me shudder in anticipation. At this point, I didn’t even want this for my own pleasure. It felt great, but pleasing the Colonel was better.

He started to rock my hips against him, before eventually lifting and sinking my hips up and down him. Watching his expression relax and tense up in pleasure and listening to his grunts and pants was all I really wanted.

Perhaps I had missed him so much too, that I just wanted to please him and feel him close to me.

His pace grew harder. Even though Quaritch cares about me just as much as Lyle does, he isn’t as gentle. Only now do I realise how thankful I am that Lyle went slow with me. I would be in pain if he wouldn’t have been as careful.

“Miles-” I gasp in shock when I feel what I think is another orgasm approaching. This hasn’t happened before. I thought I wouldn’t be able to cum so quickly after an orgasm but it seems that Quaritch really can work magic.

“Come on baby, don’t hold back on me.” he grunts, enthusiastically bucking his hips up to meet mine. I hold on to his shoulders for balance, needing something to ground me through my bliss. It was slowly becoming too much.

Suddenly, his hand reaches between us and starts rubbing circles around my clit, occasionally pressing down on it and applying the right amount of pressure. I whimper, closing my eyes while my hips stutter in their place.

“It’s okay, I got you.” he whispers, pressing the side of his face against my neck while he continues to spear me down onto him. The light suddenly turns on, lighting up the entire room but we’re both too absent-minded at the moment to care.

Within seconds, I’m cumming around him. My pussy clenches in a way that makes Miles hiss and my knees go weak, no longer supporting my trembling legs, He curses before thrusting me down him as far as possible and spilling himself into me. His arm is snaked around my waist supportively, holding me to him as our orgasms rip through our bodies.

“There you go.” he coos into my ear, slowly stilling my hips and just holding me while both of us pant for air.

I cover my eyes, squinting from the sudden illumination coming from the lamp.

“Sorry.” I hear Lyle chuckle and I open my eyes to look at him. “Wanted to see your face.”

I just nod weakly, resting my head on Quaritch’s shoulder. I inhale his strong, musky scent and it comforts me, seeming to make all my worries go away. His arms were still cradling me and I could have fallen asleep like this. But it seems that others could not.

“How you doin’, sweetheart?” Miles asks, carefully letting me go and pulling away so that he could look at me again. My eyes are half-lidded again but not from lust, from sleepiness.

“Tired.” I mumble, dropping my head flimsily.

“Can you go again?”

His words make my mind halt for a few seconds. I look up at him in confusion. Again?

He reads my expression before nodding his head, motioning to something behind me. I slowly turn around and with the light on, I see Mansk and Lopez are awake. Ja and Prager are awake too, but Mansk and Lopez are closer to us. They’re looking at me the way Quaritch looked at me when I was still with Lyle.

Lopez is standing and Mansk has moved off his bed. Quaritch caresses my waist before gently moving me off of him. I stare at him with wide eyes and he smiles.

“You’ll be okay. I know you can take it.” he says, slowly getting up. Quaritch does know me well enough to know my limits. Not sexual limits, just physical limits, especially in the gym. But it seems as though that has some similarity to this.

Suddenly, another bed is pushed together against mine by Lopez. Mansk is now standing next to me with his eyes on me.

“Hey princess,” he smirks and I swallow nervously. His smile widens and he looks up at Lopez before pulling his own tank top over his head.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Lopez coos, settling down on the now double bed.

“We’re gonna take real good care of you.” Mansk adds, sitting next to me. His arms tangle around me and he nuzzles his nose against my cheek, inhaling deeply.

“Ya smell so good.” he purrs and I just weakly lean against him.

Mansk and Lopez are both entranced by your scent. It’s sweet and lures them to you. But they can smell Lyle and Quaritch on you. Naturally, their instincts tell them to get rid of that smell and replace it with their own.

All the recoms are even more protective of you now than ever before. Not only because of what happened to you previously but also because you are the only female in the group now. You’re all that they really have now and can protect.

“I’m goin’ first.” Mansk tells Lopez who clearly has an issue with that.

“No fuckin’ way, I’m not waitin’ anymore. Been awake since the beginning, I can’t just fuckin’ watch again.” Lopez protests, making my ears perk up.

He’s been awake since the beginning? Maybe Lyle and I really need to learn to be more stealthy. Or not, this isn’t such a bad outcome either.

Lopez lays down, reaching for me and pulling me on top of him. I don’t bother to resist. Why would I?

Mansk doesn’t let Lopez take me away that quickly and within seconds, he’s behind me.

I’m on all fours, watching them and hoping they don’t start tugging me back and forth.

Behind my back, Mansk and Lopez exchange looks and scan the position we’re all currently in. Lopez grins up at him before directing his attention back to me.

“Hey, mami.” he smirks, running his thumb over my lips. I stare down at him and my partly fucked out expression has him grinning.

“We’re gonna try something, yeah?” he asks, and I just stare at him with confusion. I’m not even embarrassed about being bare in front of them all, so I can’t protest, I just listen and go with whatever they say.

“Give ‘er a safeword.” Mansk says behind me. His large hands are gently skimming the curves of my hips and ass before one wraps around my tail, moving it up to fully expose me to him.

“Say ‘red’ when you’re at your limit, okay baby?” Lopez explains, watching me with a devilish grin as I nod.

“Okay.” I whisper and he nods up at Mansk. Whatever they are planning, I assume it won’t be easy for me to take so I try to distract myself. Perfect, right in front of me. I examine Lopez’s tattooed chest of his toned body laying beneath me. I raise a hand and start gently outlining the inked words under his skin.

Lopez and Mansk are shuffling beneath and behind me. My distraction causes me to not notice them remove their pants. Lopez however feels the small touch and smiles up at me.

“You’re so cute, mami.” He whispers, making me lock eyes with him again. “Promise to make you feel good.”

I nod and he looks behind me again. They’re moving my hips and legs to try to position me correctly while I once again stare at Lopez’s tattoos.

There’s a pressure being applied against my core again, but now it feels normal to me I don’t even turn around to see what exactly they are doing.

Lopez’s hand comes up and gently wraps around my throat, holding me in place. I lean into his touch, letting myself be fully at their mercy.

Suddenly, I feel what I think is one of them push themselves inside me. I gasp, eyes shooting wide when I feel the burning stretch of my walls adjusting. My breath seems to get caught in my throat.

“Nnhgh-” I whine, clamping my teeth tightly shut and squeezing my eyes closed.

“Fuckk,” Mansk breathily exhales, steadying himself against my ass.

Lopez’s ears are strained back, his fangs are bared and his eyebrows furrowed in bliss. The realisation hits me. Both of them are inside me at the same time.

“Shit- you’re so tight baby.” he groans, placing his free hand on my waist and squeezing my flesh. Mansk is holding my lower hip and tail.

I’m struggling to breathe. My arms spread wider to the sides to support me in case they start moving. I ball my fingers into fists around the bedsheets, trying to deal with the pain.

“Give ‘er a minute.” I hear Quaritch tell them. He must be watching my expression. I see Lopez nod and I assume Mansk does the same. They weren’t planning on moving without your permission anyway.

My head drops and I calm my breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply. It burned, causing tears to prick in the corners of my eyes. Mansk is gently rubbing soothing circles onto my belly while being hunched over me.

After a few minutes of that and Lopez whispering soft praises and compliments to me, the stretch is gone.

“It’s- better now.” I say with a small sob which I quickly swallow down so that it goes unheard. They trust my judgement, exchanging looks before my hips are nudged forward and they pull out, leaving just a little of their dicks inside.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, steadying myself on the mattress above Lopez once again before they thrust back in, in synch.

They share their rhythm, making sure to go slower to not overwhelm me. But I’m already overwhelmed. My core is throbbing from overstimulation and my eyes are tearing up.

But their touches are gentle. Their hands do not fail to pleasingly caress my body while they thrust into me. My hair is moved to the side to reveal the side of my neck that hasn’t been marked by either Lyle or Quaritch. Lopez presses his tongue against my pulse point before gently sucking his own hickeys into my skin.

Mansk groans behind me, letting his head fall back. I feel so stuffed, I know that if I even manage to have another orgasm, it will come quickly because they are reaching spots I never knew I had.

“Fuck, princess you feel so good.” Mansk praises me. “Doin’ so well.”

I whimper in response, feeling glad I can please them at least. This is turning into one big love-making session. I missed everyone so much and seems they did too, we just can’t get enough of each other.

“Shit- ‘m not gonna last-” Lopez growls. It must feel tighter than usual for them.

My body is being nudged forwards with every thrust.

“Come on, mami. Cum for us.” Lopez encourages me.

“I- I can’t,” I whine, feeling a tear spill from my eyes. Lopez wipes it away, holding my cheek to support my lolling head.

“You can do it, one more.” he whispers breathlessly into my ear. Under me, he starts to roll his hips so that they grind against my clit with every thrust. I whimper, instinctively pushing back against them which makes Mansk growl.

Their thrusts are more sloppy and desperate, signalling they must be close. Lopez doesn’t stop his rhythm and soon I’m on the edge of my third orgasm.

“I’m gonna-” I gasp “I’m gonna cum-”

“Fuckin’ right, let go, mami.” he grunts.

My moans spur them on and in seconds my entire body is shaking once more. The way my walls hug them makes it almost impossible for Mansk and Lopez to move and their both goners too.

“Grippin’ me so well, baby.” Mansk hisses, digging his fingers into my hips.

I’m seeing stars and my vision blacks out as I feel both men shoot their thick ropes of cum deep inside me, once again filling me up.

At this point, I’m panting again and my arms give out. I slowly go limp against Lopez, laying on top of him. Behind me, Mansk pulls out to ease me from the overstimulation. Lopez then follows and I’m wondering whether I’ve lost the senses in my legs. They won’t stop trembling.

“Holy shit.” Lopez mumbles, patting my back while my non-functioning body is close to either falling asleep or passing out again.

“That deserves a fuckin’ reward.” Lyle says, sitting on his bed.

“I’ll give ‘er a reward.” Ja says. His voice comes from somewhere behind me. My tail stops swaying as I replay the words in my head. I lift myself up a little and look at Lopez, then at Quaritch.

“You said one more.” I whine in protest to Lopez who looks at me apologetically. He himself then looks at Quaritch, seeming unsure whether I can actually manage another round.

Quaritch doesn’t say or do anything, leaving it up to me to decide.

“Only if you want to, Y/N.” Prager says, coming around to the head of the bed while Lopez slowly lifts me off of him. He looks at Ja who nods in agreement.

“I feel like such a slut.” I say, cupping my face in embarrassment and shame. I have never had intercourse with this many people right after the other.

“Don’t. You’re perfect.” Prager says, lowering himself onto the bed in front of me.

“Unless you’re into that. Then do.” Lopez jokes, biting his tongue and playfully slapping my thigh before getting up.

Mansk smirks and Ja chuckles.

“Can you go one last time?” Prager asks. He was such a sweet person. Even before, he would always check up on me, for example when it seemed like I was struggling in training.

I wanted to please him and Ja too.

I nod slowly, wiping a previously shed tear from my face. “Yeah. Just- please be gentle.” I ask him and Ja. Both men nod and Ja grins, taking his position behind me.

“Sure thing, baby.” Prager smiles. My head is spinning a little but I manage to hear them push down their pants. To my surprise, Prager stays in front of me.

I look up at him and he gently parts my lips with his thumb. Oh. Sure. Hopefully, I won’t choke and die.

“Watch the fangs.” I softly say, my voice a little raspy from the moaning. Prager nods, tracing one of my fangs with his finger before tilting my chin upwards to him. Ja is already covering himself in all the mixed cum from before, lubricating his member for easier access. It’s not really necessary because I’m stretched out for today but I’m letting him do whatever.

I open my mouth for Prager and let him just use my head and hold my jaw open. I’m barely strong enough to continue standing on all fours. Luckily, Ja tucks his arm under my waist to hold me up while the other presses down against the bed. His hips roll forwards and with a loud squelching sound, he pushes in.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. What’d they do to ya?” Ja huffs out a light laugh, watching the cum flow out as he replaces the empty space inside me with his dick.

“A better job than whatever you’re doin’.” Quaritch fires back. Prager chuckles, knowing he’s referring to the way Ja was covering himself in slick just moments before. Ja huffs in annoyance before returning his attention to me. His thrusts are a little harder again and I want to say something but my mouth is filled with Prager’s dick. He’s gripping a handful of hair around my queue to lift my mouth off his dick and push me back on it. I fight back any need to choke or cough and relax my body as much as possible, letting them use me any way they wanted. Perhaps, things went by quickly because my mind is so hazed and I’m so fucked out.

Just to add the cherry on top, I hollow my cheeks around Prager’s member, creating a suction that has his hips stuttering. To give something to Ja, I arch my back against him, spreading my legs open a little more to help him out. Both of them are grunting while my moans and whimpers are muffled. I can feel the cum dripping down my inner thighs. It spreads onto Ja’s every time he bottoms out and lets his skin slap against mine.

I’m surprised with how I’m managing things and I plan on just having them finish but then Ja starts to rub his fingers between my dripping folds. He moves them with the same rhythm he’s thrusting into me with and my eyes go wide. I flinch away from his touch because the oversensitivity is completely making me tremble again.

“We promise, this is the last one baby. Just one more time.” Ja whispers, speeding up his own pistoning hips.

I close my teary eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose to stay composed.

“Just for us-” he grunts. I’m not sure whether he expects me to nod or give him a thumbs up, but quite frankly, I am incapable of doing either at the moment. I just take it, knowing this is the last round.

He continues his rapid thrusts. Ja would have never thought he would see you like this. Everyone is on the same page about that. You all knew each other well but no one saw this coming. It just happened in the heat of the moment. That doesn’t mean, many haven’t fantasised about being with you before though. They definitely have.

Prager bites down on his lip to muffle his moan while I swirl my tongue along the base of his dick.

“Shit-” he whines, dropping his head back in bliss. His body tenses and he thrusts his hips forward into my mouth as far as possible before spilling his load down my throat.

Behind me, Ja slapped my ass which made me jolt forward and swallow down more of Prager’s length. I suckled on his dick while he came, making sure to ‘milk’ him dry, which made him shudder. Prager’s moan helped send me over the edge and I couldn’t believe I was cumming again.

Ja pulled me closer to him by the base of my tail, forcing himself as deep into my pussy as he can go before he himself finally experiences his orgasm.

The squelching and slapping sounds finally died down as they gathered their breath. Prager pulled out, holding my cheek in his palm to let me breathe properly too. Ja mimics his movements, removing himself from inside me. Both men gather themselves and return to their senses while I just collapse onto the bed, falling sideways against the mattress.

“Ah, shit. There she goes.” Lyle chuckles, but he quickly stands up to come to my aid.

I groan in a low voice, feeling how all my limbs go weak.

“How ‘bout one more round?” Lyle asks, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I look up at him in disbelief. “You’re fucking kidding.” I warn, knowing I cannot even move right now.

He chuckles again. “I’m only messin’ with ya.”

“Not funny. I think I need to go back to the hospital.” I grumble, curling my legs against my chest and rolling over to my side.

“You did so well, darlin’. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” Quaritch adds, standing next to Lyle and peering down at my weak self.

Mansk had gone to wet a warm cloth and he’s back now, carefully parting my legs to clean up the mess that was made. I let him roll me on my back to clean my thighs too. He smiles at me before passing the cloth to Ja who needs it too.

Lyle reaches for my clothes and with the help of Lopez, they put them back on me.

“Thank you.” I mumble while leaning against Lyle.

“Geez, no need to thank for this. What you did is something worth thankin’ for.” he grins, sitting me up slowly.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Quaritch says, bending over to pick me up. He holds me bridal style against his chest and I just hand there. My eyes are closing, so I don’t pay attention to where he is carrying but I remember my bed being on the other side of the room.

The other recoms stare as the Colonel carries you to his bed.

“That’s where she’s sleeping?” Ja asks.

“Yeah. Problem?” Quaritch responds, lightly snapping again.

“Not if it’s only tonight.”

Quaritch frowns at Ja before answering. “We’ll switch every night.”

No one complained about that rule. Everyone was tired and so we went to bed. I was already fast asleep when Quaritch lay down with me, resting me on his chest to ensure I wouldn’t wake up with another nightmare. The lights went off but I knew nothing bad could happen to me. Not with them.

(Writing this used up all my mental energy, I need a nap rn. Let me know if you liked it! If you spot any spelling mistakes, feel free to point them out and I will correct them)

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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..so this is like actually nasty. ur welcome whores ;P

mansk and ja + heat pollen ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

• it had been out on a mission, exploring the depths of the pandoran forest; initially it was a full-capacity task, but quaritch had since split you up into groups

• him, and a couple others, and you, ja and mansk to survey the borders on the west for any signs of na'vi interference.

• quaritch had entrusted that you three would be a solid group, but you most certainly had a reputation at headquarters for being a rambunctious group; although pretty quiet and reserved yourself, being a mere biological scientist, here to explore the vast plantlife, mansk and ja were full jock marines.

• stomping and clomping through the forest, virtually no interest in what surrounded them. you'd made sure to at least try and avoid stepping on any growing plants, but both of your colleagues took no issue with hacking away at stray vines, and batting past hanging leaves.

• and that's how you got into this mess. roughly bent over into the lush green earth below you; comms turned off due to the sheer graphic noises of struggle, raw fucking and being double-teamed by two of the biggest marines in the recom group.

• in ja's enthusiasm to reach the lookout tower first, he'd not even realised that he crushed the lightly yellowed, luminescent flower in the dense grass below him. the pollen soon escaped in short puffs, filling the air around you

• you and mansk had been not too far behind him, and soon enough all the three of you could think about was breeding. them filling you up deep, and full; thick gushes of creamy seed overfilling your pussy. all as your fertile cunt milked them dry

• that's you ended up being brutally, primally fucked by both of the soldiers; your face was smushed down into the grass, eyes clamped shut but fangs bared and the most lewd, graphic whines and moans erupting from your throat

• mansk had since forced the full-length of his thick, veiny blue cock deep inside your pussy; the way you clenched and dripped had him groaning out into the open air, with ja's lusty sounds not far behind

• he'd decided to lift your face from the ground, giving you a few moments of reprieve before filling your mouth with his throbbing length. ja's cock was certainly longer than mansk's, and in spite of your efforts to take him fully, you couldn't stop your hard gags and moans around him, drool leaking out as you slurped on his pulsating hardness.

• mansk had only been spurred on by such erotic noises, and began to rut hard and fast into your squelching opening; he stretched you out more than ja, but not by much. both of them were so tall, and so big, the only real difference from ja was mansk's bulbous, mushroomed cock-tip that seemingly couldn't miss your g-spot even if it tried.

• mansk's groans were becoming increasingly guttural as his hips pumped deep thrusts into you; soon timing themselves up with ja's bucks into your warm, wet mouth. your eyes were doing their best to stay open in spite of the rough, feral onslaught of ja's weighty cock resting on your tongue, but it was virtually impossible

• ja began to go hilt-deep, taking both hands and cupping your smaller head so as to gain a deeper angle; your gags had become a primal, lewd sort of noise--the mix of saliva and ja's precum dribbled out of your mouth onto the grass below you in long, milky strings as you lost yourself in the eroticised delirium.

• mansk could only watch as his colleague took you for all your worth; likewise how much you seemed to enjoy being taken so roughly. he knew you especially liked when ja'd bottom-out, because he could feel the tell-tale clench of your slickened, throbbing pussy constrict around his fatter cock--

• "..fuckin' enjoyin' this, aren't you?..j-ja-unngh-she takes me so good..fffuck-unnnhgh-and those dirty fuckin' noises..you like slobberin' on ja's cock, babygirl?..fuckin nasty.." he'd grit out, in between some especially curt, rough thrusts to your aching pussy

• and with his pulsing cock inside your warm mouth, ja'd soon become too aroused to even speak. after some especially graphic slurs and groans, he'd take himself out of your mouth; wrapping a hand around his now sticky length, he'd give you a few seconds of breath as he watched your expression.

• you'd given up trying to maintain any sense of self-respect or composure long ago, but only now could ja really take in the emotionality of it all--your loud, wanton squeals from mansk's rhythmic pumping into your hot cunt; your spitty, slobbery mouth hanging agape from ja's rough use; your face reddened in both pollen-stained lust and overexertion - it looked hot, and it made him want to spill his sticky, warm seed all over your face as you whined in pleasure.

• "..hah, fuck..you take it nasty, all fuckin' sloppy and wet..fuckin' gross sweetie..goddamn lucky she's got such gentlemen to indulge her fantasies--isn't that right mansk?" ja'd almost sneer out, as he lay some weighty cock-slaps to your fucked-out face

• his cock, so heavy with his creamy seed only made the sound all the more lewd; some wet 'pap pap pap's almost ricocheted off your flushed cheeks, reaching mansk's needy ears. ja'd only continue at the graphic sound, cupping his tightened sack between his fingers as he alternated between weighty slaps and smearing his pulsing balls all over your wet lips and warm tongue

• mansk could only groan in response, now too entranced with the way your cunt stretched and clenched around his girthy dick; he could feel the ropes of milky cum about to spurt from his cockhead, his thrusts staggering and legs quaking

• "...g-god...f-fffuck she's gonna take it ja..s-she's g'na-ungh--hunhgg--aagh..ffuck take it..f-fuck, fuck..agh..fuckin' christ.." was all he could muster as he unloaded heavy reams of his warm, fertile semen into your throbbing pussy

• your eyes were closed from the sheer pleasure of his movements, feeling the slaps and spanks of ja's wet cock across your face as you let them use you for all you had; that was until you opened your eyes--looking up, still being roughly plowed by the sheer girth of mansk's cock, you took in ja's expression

• he seemed a little..uneasy. his hand had since stalled in its movements, eyes widened in a lewd-glazed shock, ears flicked up; it was only after hearing the tell-tale drawl of your boss, paired with the wry laughs and scoffs in amused surprise from his colleague that it clicked

• "..well, well, well..look what we have here..should'a known you'd get distracted boys..but sweetheart..*tssk*..i expect better from you."--in spite of his stern tone, quaritch sported a dark smirk as he made his way over. slinging his gun around his back, he took no time in turning off his comm, batting mansk's now exhausted form to the side as he unsheathed his long, thick length out from his cargo pants

• "..you're a good girl, pretty..what'cha doin' with these nasty boys, huh?..tryn'a teach you about sex, is that right?..should be more careful darlin', silly boys like these'll stain you up..you're too pretty to go to waste, sweetheart"

• he'd tut out playfully, as in spite of the shame you felt at being caught out, your pollen-infused state only expressed more need in the form of some desperate gyrates into quaritch's cock..after he let out another wry chuckle at your movements, something told you this would be a long day.

fwooh! hot<3

#well fuCK me this got nasty #i want quaritch to patronise me 🥺#hope u liked lovelies :):):))#cuethediscoandthedrinks #mansk smut #mansk x reader #private mansk #colonel quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch x afab reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #na'vi smut #avatar smut #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader

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backmuscles21 · 2 months

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In The Open

Recoms x Reader

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

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

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

Then the door opened and some other recoms walked in.

“Dude what the hell,” Lopez said.

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

“Hell yeah,” Lyle chuckled.

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

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

You nodded.

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

“Words buttercup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Listen to direct orders?”

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

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

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

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

“Because we fucked her last night.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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truetogaia · 1 year

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What is each recom’s favourite ✨position✨?

Featuring: Quaritch, Z dog, Mansk ♡, Lyle, Ja,

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warning: NSFW, mature and explicit themes, literally sex positions

Notes: Well i’ll be damned, recom fans are always so smutty LMAO, love u guys tho!! I didn’t include all characters bc I really can’t find the names to them all RAHHHH, I thought about adding Walker too but… she's kinda scary looking and i’ve only seen her in one scene </3

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QUARITCH:

This old soul loves the more traditional positions where he has the opportunity to go rough if he wants to. His favorite position is doggy style, when he can grip at the plush of your hips and ass as much and as hard as he pleases. He loves the fact that he can regulate the speed and strength of his thrusts, cock getting even harder (if thats even possible) at the sight of your fucked out face pressing further into the matress with each merciless, rough snap of his hips against yours. But, when he feels more affectionate and wants to make love to you instead of fuck you senseless, he prefers positions like missionary or “G-whiz” (GOD I HATE THESE NAMES). They allow him to see your face in all its glory as he pounds his length into your tightness, this way, he can also plant kisses along your collarbones and neck <3

MANSK:

I feel like Mansk is a very sensual and gentle guy. He seems rough on the exterior but really he’s just a BIG CUDDLY CATBOY (he most definitely is not, he is quite literally a marine killing machine but my delusions are stronger). In this context I think it’d make his favorite position the “Face off”, he likes being close to his partner/mate and loves being able to see their pretty face contorted in pleasure. It boosts his ego immensely knowing he’s the cause for the erotic, fucked out expression adorning your beautiful features. Bro also loves the idea of being in control of your orgasm and movements, but not in a super dominant way, he loves you so much and wants to give you all the pleasure he possibly can. (Extra points if you manage to reach behind his head and massage his braid hihi)

JA/Alexander:

Mmm bro Ja is so yummy JEEZ. I haven’t seen very much of him AT ALL in the movies, but the few scenes where he's in the background have me HOOKED. His favorite position is probably some more freaky shit like reverse cowgirl or fucking you dumb against a wall. He is obsessed with your ass, always gripping it like a madman, especially during his rut. Loooooves hearing your soft mewls and moans as he literally obliterates your cunt with his massive cock HA, i love him.

LYLE:

(I don't really see the appeal LMAO but that's just bc he's bald and I love men with long long hair) ANYWAY, be prepared for a week without the ability to walk properly. I’d say his favorite is the (WTF) pinball machine (I CAN’T WITH THESE NAMES.) He likes being able to pull you closer to him and gets so turned on by the way you grip at the sheets like a maniac with each frenzical thrust of his cock.

It’s so obvious that her fav position is cowgirl LMAO. She’s canonically a strap user in my mind so she loves seeing you ride her. My girl loves being able to run her eyes over every inch of your exposed body, literally imprinting the image into her head. She isn’t one to enjoy doing all the work, she’d rather sit back and watch you bounce and try your hardest to take her enormous strap. (Also loves keeping eye contact, she relishes in the way you squirm and blush)

HOPE THIS MADE YOU SOMEWHAT SATISFIED I LOVED YOUR REQUEST!! KISSES!!

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xandy-toady · 1 year

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Mansk x Genderneutral!Reader || Scenting kink + Possesive NSFW HCS

Personal hc that his sense of smell is MUCH better then even the normal Na’vi, so I’m swinging off of that plus some extra things, Mansk is territorial over you idc idc

Pretty short but idk, let me know your thoughts!!

Warning ; Lots of scent talk, marking, cum play, displays of possessiveness, v obsessed, jealousy, in general it’s just him loving your different scents with his heightened smell

NSFW MINORS DNI

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>Ever since coming within the vicinity of you, your scent had him hooked.

>Genuinely was addicted day one

>He always found you off smell alone. And he still does, likes how he feels like a predator with his prey

>He’s had a few intense moments where he almost fucked you in a hallway when he smelt pure arousal and sweat coming from you after emerging from your office, face flushed

>Once you and Mansk did get together, his addiction to the intoxicating smell doubled

>Always pulling you close, taking your entire being in as he takes a deep breath, mind fogging as your scent washes over him in waves.

>Feeling how your skin would start to heat up under him from his touch

>Hating when you take showers, he likes your natural scent, never hesitating to breath you in no matter how gross you complain you are

>He does NOT care that it’s a bit nasty

>Even after going to the gym with him, he will still pin you to the change room bench, head buried in the crook of your neck, leaving an array of marks on you while grinding desperately—

>Large, rough calloused hands digging into your flesh, making sure to sink his teeth into your neck, nose pressed firmly to you

>You can feel him growing hard, grinding his dick against you like a bitch in heat

>You swear you hear him whimpering every so often as he manhandles and keeps you pinned under him, cock rutting into you desperately, and to think it was just from his scent kink

>Mansk actually loves your after workout smell the most out of all of your different scents that roll off of you, it’s the most intense and you heavily smell of pure you

>Hating how you reek of Lyle after you had helped him with something

>It always makes his ears swivel downwards, visibly tensing up in smelling his mates scent mixed with another males

>Not something he particularly enjoys, it wakes everything in him not pin you to the floor and lay claim, almost like a predator with its prey

>A little bit territorial over what’s his 👀

>Silently staring at you unamused every time, grabbing you to drag you to somewhere with even the slightest bit of privacy

>Unable to stop the low, angry growl that escapes him at how Lyle’s scent clung to you

-He couldn’t have this, now could he?

>It was so sudden to you, but found yourself curious as he brought you elsewhere to privacy

>Bringing you to your knees to suck him off, then fucking you all so he can smear his cum on you, in you, pressing your bodies close ensuring you smelt like him him him.

>When you ask what that was about, he just shrugs and looks away shyly

>Doesn’t want to admit that he could smell Lyle on you, no way was he admitting he was jealous in any way lmfao

>Loves seeing others’ noses crinkle when you walk in, an intense waft of sex and Mansk after one of your longer nights trailing behind as you walk past the recom unit

>Lyle making a comment on how you smell like a cum dumpster earning a swift punch lmfao

>Hope you enjoyed! Requests are OPEN!

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mschimdt · 10 months

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Truth or dare

quaritch x recom reader

summary: you were put into the recom team as a therapist and a medic, you were also a marine, you get invited to play a game of truth or dare randomly with the rest of the recoms, not thinking anything of it and not knowing where it was gonna lead you

warnings: teasing, knife play, rough quaritch, sub reader, punishments, dares, embarassment, just pure filth so beware minors ❗️NOT PROOF READ❗️

LOTS AND LOTS OF TYPOS THAT IM TOO LAZY TO FIX

note: this is super shitty and rushed because my accounts dead and the story doesnt make sense

you were recently added to the recom team in an avatar body, you were their therapist and medic, but you also joined wars because you used to be a marine.

you heard ur name being called over the loud speakers, it was ardmors calling you somewhere, probably another therapy session for one of the recoms because theyre losing their sanity, the only one that seemed somewhat stable was quaritch

infact it was a therapy lesson, you expected it to be lyle or mansk because they were the most unstable ones out of the group and they came to your office randomly to talk about things that are bothering them , you made your way to your office, opening the door expecting lyle or mansk, but to your surprise, it was quaritch?

hes never been in your office once, you stood still for a few seconds after opening the door, you came back to your senses and closed the door, the rusty hinges making a squeaking sound

"hey" you said, pulling your chair to sit down, you open the book where you put upcoming sessions, and infact quaritch was there, how didnt you notice before?

"okay so, tell me whats been bothering you" you say, in a stable tone

"nothin's botherin me i was forced to come here" he says, leaning lightly on the chair, arms crossed against his chest and his legs open

"theres no way nothings been bothering you, you just came back from that war with sully and you experienced some things.." you say

eventually after convincing him, he eventually spilled the things that were bothering him, you also got to know more about him during that session, ylu and quaritch were already friends, not quite but you waved to eachother and greeted eachother

you also played gamenighgs together every thursday, so you could say you were friends. but you got to know him more today

after that jaw dropping session, you went to your room, changed and sat in bed, it was thursday, aka gamenight day

after a long nap, you got up getting dressed in shorts, keeping your shirt on, not that it mattered what you wore becausr everyone would just meet up in whatever they eere wearing head to the mess hall, you were a few minutes late

you walked through the halls, opening your tab to check if you had any messages from anyone

you reached the mess hall, they were already playing something, seated on the floor with a bottle in the middle, the moment you saw the bottle you hesitated going back because you knew its either a kissing game or some dirty ass game of truth or dare, most likely lyles idea

you made up your mind, continuing your walk to the empty area in the messhall, "hey, move a bit? i wanna join" you say, they stared up at you

they moved and you sat across from lyle, you noticed quaritch was sitting on a table on the other side of the mess hall, across from ja, looked like they were playing poker. the bottle spun, you noticed Z-dog barsly had any clothes on and lyle had shoes taped to his head, mansk wasnt wearing a shitt which was very unusual and prager and the rest had red handprints on their faces

"soooo what we playing?" you say "truth or dare, whos gonma spin it?" lyle answers

z dog grabs the bottle and spins it, it landed on prager and mansk, prager asked and mansk answered

"truth or dare masnkkk" he said, in a high pitched voice to mock mansk "truth, gotta save myself from whatever demonic shit you were planning"

prager asked his question, it was a really dumb one

you spun the bottle this time, it landed on you and lyle, lyle asked and you answered

"truth or dare Y/N" "dare" you said, awaiting the most likely humiliating dare you were gonna get

"sit next to quaritch n touch him somewhere your not supposed to, if u dont do it youve gotta pay up, 50 dollars!"

"ugh fuck you lyle! i wont be pahing 50 dollars to youe broke ass" you put your hand on the floor, pusshing yourself upwards to stand up, yoy stared in quaritchs direction

you walked over to the table where he was sitting with ja, both focused on the game they were playing, you sat nect to quaritch, way too close for your liking, your thighs were just a few inches away from touching

you leaned your hand on the table leaning your head on it

you noticed your friends staring at you with wide smiles on their faces looking like theyre about to burst out laughing

you position your other hand to sit against quaritchs thigh

you lift your hand, setting it on quaritchs thigh

quaritch turmed around to face you, he didnt even notice you sit nect to him because of how focusrd he was and he went back to playing the game, you got uo and left heading back to your friends

you played for almost 15 minutes after that, alot of humiliating dares coming through

finally, everyone left, the only people left were you, lyle, quaritch, ja, and z dog in the room, you stopped plahing truth or dare because you were only 3 players

you said bye, and started walking the way to your room, you jeard footsteps behind yoy as you approached the door, and then you felt a harsh tug at your hair, you felt yourself being pushed back against a tall broad figure

"what do ya' think ya' were doin huh?"

he said, you recognised quaritchs voice "sorry sir..? i dont quite get what you mean" you said, inoccently asif what you did never happened

"i heard you n the others playing a game of truth n dare huh? you know?" he said, letting go of your hair inorder for you to face him

"o-oh that? it was just a silly dare, i promise it wont happen again sir" you said staring at the ground, you should have just payed those 50 dollars

"theres no it wont happen again now kid, unlock your door ive seen the way you look at me" he was correct, you have stared at him a few times admiring him but it was never something serious ,right?

while you were unlocking the door, quaritch said something "ya know that therapy session we had? none of those things were botherin me as much as ya were, knowing that we couldnt have eachother because of this syupid mission, hell its the entire purpose of our life now! we were revived to fight"

you didnt reply, opening your door and lettinf quaritch in, not expecting what he was going to do

as soon as you locked the door, you felt yourself being lifted up only to be harshly throws across your bed, quaritch grabbing you by your hair again, lifting you up and laying your lower half across his lap

"ya may not like this but ion reslly give a shit"

before you could even respond, your shorts were pulled down and, a hard smack was delivered to your ass

you let out a whimper, not expecting him to full on smack your ass??

"thas what you get for listening to those bastards you filthy little slut huh?"

"yes.." you say

"yes what?" he says before delivering another harsh smack on your ass

"yes.. s-sir..?"

"good girl" he says, pulling you up by ypur shoulders, laying you down on the bed gently, which surprised you because ylu thought he was gonna throw you again

you didnt notice him pull out a knofe from his pocket, in an instant, his pocket knife was on your neck, leaving little cuts

you couldnt do anything, your hands were restrained above your head

you could also see quaritch clearly getting hard by the obvious bludge in his pants, it looked like he was enjoying the torture he was putting you through

he pressed his knife ahainst your soft flesh again going a bit deeper, you hiss and you try to get away from his grip only to find his hand meeting your face at what looked like the speed of light, leaving a red mark on your face

"stay silent, or else there wont be a reward" there was a reward? you didnt expect there to be a reward especially by how cruel colonel is

after a few more cuts across your entire body, he stopped setting his knife on your nightstand

"i think ya did well enough" he says

the heat in between your legs burning, spilling with your slick, you were only wearing panties, still in your tshirt

he pressed his hand against your clothed cunt, your panties basically dripping wet at this point

"looks like ya enjoyed it?" you nod

he fingered your clothed cunt, emitting a few moans from you, not silencing you this time

"p-please" you say, you were fed up with his teasing, it was too much

"please what? whatcha want me to do" he says, with a shit eating grin on his face, a grin you wouldnt see even if he killed sully

"please.. touch me?" you say unsure of what you want him to do you just wanted to feel your orgasm

"where" he says, and youve had enough, you grab your panties yo pull them down, tired of his teasing 'for fucks sake' you mumble

"eager i see? here let me-" he says, the moment your panties where on the floor, he grabbed both your thighs splitting them apart

bringing his fingers toward your cunt, circiling the sensetive bud, which was enough to rip a few moans from you

he unexpectedly slipped both of his fingers inside of you at once, making you let out the loudest moan yet, he continues circiling your clit while thrusting both his fingers inside of you

"i-im. g-gonna-" then it stopped, he pulled his fingers out of you "not yet sweetheart, only place youll be cumming is on my cock" he says i. a deep raspy voice

you were flipped onto your stomache ass in the air, you heard metal clinking which you could guess was quaritchs belt coming undone

and soon enough, you felt his cock brush up against your ass, he grabbed it by his hand leading it down to your slick folds, moving it up and down "mmh"

his tip pressed up against your enterance, slowly pushing his length inside of you, you were in a navi body but he was still too big

half his lemgth was pushrd inside of you, stretching your "virgin" walls wider than theyre even been stretched

you werent a virgin in the past, its just that youve never done something like this in this body

quaritch looked down, his braid falling onto his chest, his eyes widened an idea popping in his head

"ya wanna do that thing? the navi thing?" you nodded, too cockdrunk already to even respond, let alone think straight

you frlt your braid being pulled, pink tendrils looking for something to lash onto

you felt the nerves tpuch against something right before you felt a rush of adrenaline in your body, your vision turning white, feeling everything quaritch was feeling

you let out a soft whimper "move" you said, eager for release

he startrd moving softly, each time he bottomed out he touched your cervix, shooting a rush of pleasure accross your body eachtime he touched it, it felt even better because you could feel everything he was feeling

soon enough, he was rutting into you like there was no tommorow, groans emitting from his throat while soft whimpers and moans came out of your mouth

"im gonna cu-" "go ahea-d" a slight crack in his voice, you camr your orgasm shooting across your body, you sae stars for a few seconds, quaritch helping you ride out your high

you felt a warm and sticky substance shoot into your cunt, quaritch loosing rythm of his thrusts, he thrusted into you a few more times, before finally bottoming out

sweat trickling across his and your body, the tsaheylu camr undone, a few seconds after that, quaritch pulled out of you, a thick rope of cunt connecting his cock to your cunt

you collapsed onto your bed, too cockdrunk to process things, by the time quaritch cleaned you up, you were already fast asleep, only to soon be joined by quaritch cuddling eachother to sleep, he never seemed like a cuddly type of guy but i guess i was wrong

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roses-for-readers · 10 months

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Silent Treatment ~ Mansk x Selective Mute Sully Reader

Silent Treatment Masterlist Masterlist

Warning: Kidnapping (obviously), Lyle being a little weird, violence, forced babysitting (you'll find out)

Synopsis: After being captured with Spider, you tag along with the Recombinant squad.

The only reason that I got caught was because I refused to leave Spider behind. He was too young to be taken from us so I immediately jumped down after him as the rest of my family escaped without us. I heard my mother call out for me, but she was held back by my father so she wouldn't get caught as well. I silently thanked Eywa that the rest of my family was safe as the soldiers started dragging the two of us along.

At the moment, me and Spider were being held in a plain room. There was only a table with a chair to decorate the room. Spider was sitting underneath the table, which lead me to stand between the door and him. It felt like an hour before someone finally came to the room.

Once the door opened, I saw the monster that my parents had called Quaritch. I glared at him, letting out a raspy hiss as he walked into the room. The demon merely smirked at me, turning his attention towards Spider. He tried getting down near the table to try and talk to my adoptive brother. Immediately, I lashed out at the man, trying to protect Spider in anyway I could.

Quaritch's hand grabbed my throat as soon as I touched him the first time. He easily lifted me up, shoving me against the wall. He laughed darkly at the look of pain that crossed my face. Speaking with false concern, the demon looked into my eyes, "What's the matter? Not as strong as you thought, huh? Come on, speak up when I talk to you little girl."

Spider rushed to get out from under the table. When he got over to us, he grabbed at Quaritch's arm trying to pull him off me. "She doesn't talk. Let go of her. She didn't do anything!"

As soon as the statement left Spider's lips, Quaritch scoffed but let go of me, dropping me to the ground. I took some deep breaths while rubbing my neck in pain. Spider grabbed my arm, looking concerned from the interaction that he just witnessed.

The demon looked down at us, taking notice of everything that he could. A few moments went by before he smiled towards us. He crouched down to be on the same level as us. Taking a moment to look at both of us, he finally spoke, "I have an offer for the both of you. I know that neither of you would ever betray Jake Sully. I'm not going to ask you to. But I think that the both of you will want to be with me and my team as we continue our work. You don't want to stay here with the scientists alone. Who knows what they would do." He stopped talking for a moment to turn towards me. A dark look spread across his face as he continued, "Especially to you sweetheart. You might not be able to talk, but they will find a use for you. And I don't think that you want that. Offers on the table, but if I walk out the door, the deal's off."

I looked at Spider once the demon was done talking. He seemed conflicted at what was just offered to us. I knew that Quaritch was right. I didn't want to know what the sky people would do to Spider, let alone what might happen to me. I didn't know what half of the machines they had could do, and I didn't want to find out. I gently grabbed Spider's arm to get his attention. Once he looked at me, I gave a small nod of my head.

Spider looked at Quaritch again before he gave a defeated sigh. He stared at the ground as he let out a mumbled, "Alright. We'll go with you and your team. But don't hurt her like that again. You got it?"

The demon chuckled at the request given to him, but nodded nonetheless. He stood up before motioning for us to do the same. The moment that we were off the ground, Quaritch started to walk out of the door. I softly pushed Spider to follow, keeping a hold of him at all times. We were lead through a series of halls before he finally lead us to a set of double doors.

He pushed the doors open, gesturing for us to enter the room first. When we walked through the door, I noticed that most everyone from the earlier fight were standing around different parts of the room. They all turned to look at us before setting their attention to their leader.

Speaking loud enough for all his soldiers to hear, Quaritch started to explain, "I'm sure you all remember our guests from earlier. We decided to drop by to let you all know that they will be joining us for the foreseeable future. Make sure they feel welcomed to the group. Especially be nice to the little girl. She can't seem to be able to say anything. The poor thing."

A few of the men chuckled at their leaders statement, lightly hitting at each other as the began whispering. I saw one of the women roll her eyes at the antics of her fellow soldiers. The bald man came towards me, looking me over as he tried to speak with fake sympathy. "Aw. Did you never get the chance to learn to talk? That's so sad, but at least you still have your looks."

I gave the man a death glare, though he just laughed. My tail flicked in annoyance as I began to say, "Salew slu sno muntxa!"

A confused look crossed his when I spoke to him. The skxawng's face didn't change as he looked to Quaritch as he asked, "Did she have a stroke or something? What the hell was that?"

"It the native language of the Na'vi people. Figured you would at least know that Lyle." I looked to see that the man who spoke was the man who had been in charge of the 'machine gun' as dad had called it. He seemed disinterested in the whole ordeal that was going on.

'Lyle' had scoffed as he turned to face the man. "Alright, if you're so smart, what did she say? Since you know so much about the Navi." The man simply shrugged his shoulders.

Quaritch looked over at me before saying, "Thought you couldn't talk. Or was that just for convenience?"

Spider was quick to step in as the demon glared at me. "I said she didn't talk, not that she couldn't. (Y/n) is selectively mute. She only talks if she wants to."

The bald one scoffed from the answer that came from Spider. He crossed his arms while puffing his chest out slightly as he spoke again, "Alright then kid, what was it she choose to say that was so important?"

I had a small smirk on my face as Spider began to explain, "The rough translation of that phrase is 'Go become self mated'."

Everyone was quiet until the woman from earlier started to laugh with the biggest grin on her face. She pointed towards Lyle as she exclaimed, "She told you to go fuck yourself! You just got told off by someone who doesn't talk!"

After she had said that, practically everyone in the room started to laugh along with her. Even the Colonel chuckled along, amused slightly at the realization of my words. Me and Spider joined in with the commotion, though I had placed my hand over my mouth to contain some of the noise. I took some deep breaths to regain my composure when Quaritch raised his hand to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, enough of that. It has been decided that we will be heading out in the morning. Get some food if you need it, and get to the meeting point on time. If you are not there and ready on the dot, you will be left here to-do whatever tasks the General has planned. Zdinarsk, Mansk, Lyle; stay back so we can talk. Everyone else is dismissed."

People started to leave the room soon after Quaritch's speech ended. The only people that remained were the ones he had called for specifically. The woman and the machine gunner walked over so they could hear whatever their CO had to say. The woman gave me a smile when she got closer, clearly still amused from the conversation that happened a few minutes ago. I look over to the other man, giving him a once over before meeting his eyes. When our eyes met, he gave a small nod towards me before turning his attention back to Quaritch.

Quaritch turned his attention to his soldiers as he began to talk. "Each of you know how important it is for us to succeed with this mission. So you all are going to be helping me keep an eye on our little guests here. I got a mask that you will be using Spider. And I have something very special for you, (Y/n)." Before I could truly process his words, a metal collar was placed on my neck with a sharp click. I clawed at it trying to get it off. Though I only seemed to be digging it deeper into my skin. The Colonel chuckled as he watched me struggle. "Struggling will make it worse. That there is something that will help us keep you in line. You try to go too far, your new necklace will send a couple hundred volts of electricity through your whole body."

I glared at the man, still pulling against it slightly. Slowly, he pulled out a little gadget from one of his pockets. He held it up for me to get a look at it. After he was sure that I had at least glanced at it, the Colonel held it out for the quiet man to take. He looked surprised at his commanding officer, but took the device from him with no complaints.

As he looked over the device, the Colonel began talking again, mostly to the man. "Mansk, you'll be in charge of our little Na'vi friend here. You'll need to set up a code for that device. It can be used to remove the collar if it ever needed. Such as a situation where our little friend has a little 'accident' and gets seriously hurt. If that happens, you remove it so we can use any information it picks up from her wearing it." He turned towards me with a sick grin as continued talking, "And don't think about trying to guess the code either. If you put in the wrong code, enough electricity will be running through your body to make you wish you were dead. Clear?"

I continue to glare at him, but I nod nonetheless. Spider places a hand on my arm, a concerned look etched into his features. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I softly pat him three times; a way that I would tell my family I was alright if something had happened. He didn't look entirely convinced, but he calmed down a little.

The woman moved to stand in front of us, holding her hand out. She smirked when I met her gaze. "Name's Zdinarsk but I go my Z-Dog." I reach out, giving a small handshake. She continues to smile when she speaks again, "You did a good job putting Lyle in his place. You even got Mansk to laugh a little."

Lyle looked over at Mansk when Z-Dog finished her statement. He glared at his fellow soldier. "Asshole."

"You deserved it." Me and Z-Dog laughed at his unbothered tone. We had received Lyle's glare, though he looked like a toddler who just thrown a tantrum. I covered my mouth again as I made that realization, trying to contain my smile.

Before it could continue, Quaritch scoffed, "That's enough. All of you, get some rest. I want to see you all bright and early tomorrow. Mansk, you take your new friend to your bunk. Might as well get comfy with each other. Not going to be spending much time apart."

I glared at him as he motioned for Spider to follow him. Though I was hesitant, I let Spider leave with him. I had saw the way Quaritch had looked at him when we were captured. Though he seems indifferent, Quaritch has a soft spot for his 'would be' son. Spider was one of the few, if not only, things the Colonel had to be reminded of his humanity.

I was broken out of my thoughts when Lyle stepped in front of me, his smirk from earlier back. He reached out to touch a strand of my hair as he started asking more questions. "So, why don't you talk? Did something happen or can you just not comprehend how to properly speak?"

I slapped his hand away as I hissed at him. He laughed at the reaction he got out of me. Lyle tried to do it again, but Z-Dog pushed him back slightly before he could. "Come on Lyle. That's enough. Stop pissing her off before we let her maul you."

Putting his hands up, Lyle backs away slightly though he doesn't leave just yet. He decides to keep asking questions, though this time they are somewhat normal. "How old are you anyway? Can you even understand what any of us are saying right now?"

I roll my eyes at the second question he asked. If I didn't understand them, how would I have known how to react to them all earlier. Deciding to at least prove him a little wrong with his assumption, I muster up the courage to give a small but firm answer. "I'm 20 years old."

He grins wider at the soft sound of my voice. "Alright, that's enough questions. Leave the girl alone." Masnk had stepped between the two of us, apparently tired of the whole ordeal. He turned towards me with a somewhat soft expression on his face. Looking down at me, he spoke again, "Come on. Let's get going."

I give a small wave to Z-Dog before following Mansk through the corridors to wherever he was going. Not much was said between the two of us, but it's not like I would really have all that much to say. I never had a problem talking, it just seemed like not many people seemed to care to listen when I was younger. So I mostly remained quiet as I was growing up. My parents and siblings always gave me there full attention when I did decide to speak, but not many in the clan seemed to care the same as they did. My grandmother used to tell me that Eywa had given me this gift for a reason and I should be proud of it. Once she had told me that my words would one day help guide the People to a better future. Though I was skeptical of some of my grandmother's wor, it was not my place to question Eywa's will.

Before I knew it, Mansk had stopped to open a door. He held it open as he gestured for me to enter. I slowly entered into what appeared to be his room. It was very clean, the only thing out of place was a shirt that was laying the bottom bed of his bunk. I walked over to a shelf that he had right beside his desk. Looking over all the books he had, I slowly ran my fingers along the spines of each of them.

"So, um, (Y/n)." When he said my name, I turned back to look at him. He seemed nervous about being in the same space with me alone. His eyes began roaming around the room as he started to ramble. "Yeah, so I know it's small but it should work. I normally take the bottom bunk so you can have the top one if you want. Since we leave in the morning, if you need to there's a shower over in that room. You can clean up if you want to. I know it's been a long day."

I stare over at the door he had pointed out. I debated with myself on if I should clean, ultimately deciding to just get some rest. I walk over to the beds. As I place my hands on the edge, he calls out to try and stop me. I push myself up onto the top, settling down to sit with my legs crossed. I peer down at him to see his wide eyed gaze looking up at me. Tilting my head to the side, I give him a confused stare back.

He let's out a small sigh as he mumbled, "That's one way to get up I guess." Moving over to another door, I leaned down to rest on my stomach to get a better look in it. It appeared to be full of his uniforms from where I was sitting. I was proven correct when he pulled out a pair of pants. Mansk turned back towards me to see me still looking at him. His face started to become a soft purple as he looked away in embarrassment. Going over to the bed, he grabbed the shirt to start heading towards the door. As he opened it, he stopped before he went through it completely.

He looked back towards me, seeming to be in debate with himself. I gave him a confused look as he sighed and came back towards me. Lifting his shirt up to me, Mansk refuse to meet my gaze. "You might want to... cover up a little. We normally keep our barracks colder than what you're probably used to. You can borrow this for now."

My eyes widen in surprise at his kind behavior. I gently take the shirt from his hands to bring it closer to my body. I rub my fingers again the fabric, surprised by how soft it feels. Focusing my attention back to Mansk, I give him a soft smile. "Thank you."

"Yeah, um... yeah," Mansk turned around again, still refusing to meet my gaze after giving me the shirt. He walked back over to the door again . He spoke in a soft voice, but I was still able to hear him. "I'm going to take a shower real quick. Just stay in here please."

Once he had closed the door, I laid on my side looking at his shirt. I was debating on if I should wear it or not. I made up my mind when I shivered slightly as the air came down from the ceiling. Sitting up slightly, I pulled the shirt over my head. Pulling it down so it would bunch, I was engulfed in his scent. It mostly smelled of sweat and some kind of water. Probably from what he used to clean himself. His shirt was big enough on me that it went down to my upper thigh.

I laid back down resting my head on the pillow. I could hear the water running in the other room. Huffing softly, I turned to face the wall as I tried to get some sleep. I closed my eyes while trying to even out my breathing. Though, it seemed pointless because I could only think about my family. I didn't know where they were or if they were even safe right now. I tried to hold in my cries, but a few tears managed to slip past.

I laid there crying quietly when I heard the door open again. Even though I wasn't face Mansk, I wiped my face so the tears weren't there anymore. Letting out a sigh that was shakier than I liked, I heard Mansk lay down underneath me. The room was so quiet, I had assumed that he had fallen asleep already.

Just as I was about to try and fall asleep again, his voice broke the silence, "Are you alright? I know it's been a long day for you and your family."

At first, I almost pretended that I didn't hear him. Act like I was asleep and that he didn't know. But deep down, I felt touched by his concern even though I was thrown into his care. Taking a deep breath, I could only give a soft, "I wanna go home."

I heard him sigh from the bottom bunk. I curled into a ball, closing my eyes again to try and fall asleep. Before I was able to drift off to sleep, I heard Mansk say, "It'll be okay (Y/n). Just try not to think about it too hard." I smiled a little at his words. Who knows, maybe he has a bit of a point.

~Thinking of making this a series. Thoughts? Anyways, feel free to request if you want anything specific. Will write ALMOST anything.

#recombinant mansk #recom mansk #recom mansk x reader #mansk x reader #avatar oneshot #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch #avatar james cameron #recom squad

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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𝑀𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓀 + 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈

Mansk x fem!reader, SMUT, some breeding kink/scenting oop Just a quick little drabble since my brain is fried

Mansk is not exactly a big fan of order or silly things like cleaning up, resulting in him littering both your quarters and his with his clothing. Whenever he bunks with you, you are left with at least one shirt, two pairs of shorts and one pair of ripped boxers (don’t ask him how it happened).

When he left you alone in his room to get some food from the canteen you rolled around his bed, quickly becoming tangled in the clothes he had left behind on it. It gave you an idea, and you smirked to yourself as you quickly gathered a shirt, one of his army jackets, and finally; his spare black sunglasses.

Mansk returned to the room with two paper bags in his hands, not even noticing at first what sight awaited him. You stood still as a mouse as you waited for him to spot you, your boyfriend freezing when he did. You looked ridiculous; his baggy shirt engulfing your body, his jacket hanging limply off of your shoulders and a shit-eating smirk peaking out from below his sunglasses. You had started laughing as soon as he had laid eyes on you, but he did not give more than a chuckle.

He had a whole different interpretation of how you looked. Your lovely thighs peeking out under his shirt, the way his jacket dwarfed you, the matching sunglasses. Oh yeah, this was working for him.

You could barely blink before he was on you, hands pushing his shirt up to squeeze at your ass. He could not keep his hands off of you, and quickly had you pinned under him on the bed. Mansk wished he could take a picture but was too impatient to take a break and do so, instead groaning into your ear to do this more often.

He made you keep his shirt and jacket on as he fucked into you from behind till your eyes rolled back. He couldn’t get enough of the sight, making you scream out that you were his and sniffing the crook of your neck. You smelled even more like him now, making him groan low in his throat. In truth he had purposely been messier than usual with his clothes, having noticed how you curled up against them when he wasn’t there. You stunk of him, his squad mates told him, and that filled him more pride and confidence than anything else. Na’vi smelling sure was different than a human’s.

Even after he came, Mansk kept going, making you turn around and bounce on his cock. He made you hold his shirt up with your teeth so he could watch your tits bounce as he thrusted his thick cock up into you. Why had he been so desperate to scent you anyway? The answer suddenly became very clear to him as he felt his own release slipping out of your tight cunt and run past his cock.

His hand held onto the back of your neck as he leaned in and groaned lowly. “Pretty girl, smell so good.”

You noticed how he sniffed you again, his pace picking up as something about it spurred him on. “Gonna breed you.”

#mansk #smut #atwow #mansk x reader #avatar mansk #recom mansk #recoms #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow x reader #na'vi x reader #na’vi smut

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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Hate-Fucking with Mansk

THANK YOU FOR 1K Followers you guys deserve the world!

Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N

I will be making one with Lyle thanks to the great plot idea from @onlyreadz

Masterlist

Summary: Mansk has been attracted to you since you were human. As a newly recruited recombinant, he was ready to focus on the mission but your presence distracts him. A hatred for you builds up in him along with frustration and one evening, it all comes out and he can't help himself but deal with you.

WARNINGS: SMUT, man-handling, degrading, mean Mansk, filthy language, violence, fighting, angst, non-con (a little), hurt/comfort,

Side rant: this shit took me ages, enjoy (made with love)

Word Count: 9760

Today was the day the recombinant plan was being put into action. This was a major breakthrough for the RDA and their best hope of finding Jake Sully.

Since the recom’s had the memories of soldiers and were now much bigger than humans, they needed to be woken up in groups so that the medical staff could tend to them all. All of them were therefore woken separately to ensure everyone's safety and prevent chaos.

Mansk was in the first group along with Lopez, Warren, and Walker. Everything went well there and once they had been medically checked they were allowed to leave and dress themselves in their uniforms.

They were told to wait in the cafeteria until everyone was awake. Mansk had a hard time adapting to his new body but he kept it to himself. His friend managed to distract him from it too.

The second group was slightly more chaotic. But what did they expect when they had Lyle and Miles in the same room? Quaritch apparently delivered a solid punch to Lyle’s face which was well deserved because that is not the first thing one wants to wake up to. Especially not after one’s memories have the Na’vi categorised under the clear enemy. Nothing huge happened and soon they joined the others in the cafeteria.

The group you were in was the last group but you were woken at the same time as the second one, just in a different room.

Let’s just say that chaos was very much present there too. You woke up along with Ja, Prager, and Brown and Ja did the same thing Lyle did to Brown. Brown was known for being fast to act on his instincts so Ja wasn’t just punched, he was put in a chokehold.

While this whole commotion was happening your eyes were opening and the noise startled you, making you sit up. There was a human next to you trying to keep you laying down but it didn’t really work. You scanned the room, watching 2 Na’vi males roll around on the floor while a third tried pulling them apart and obviously, you freaked out. Before they knew you were awake you screamed, jumping off the side of the bed. The fighting stopped for a second as they looked at you. Prager hurried over to you, trying to calm you down and introduce himself but you weren’t having it.

The pause in the fight was used to Brown’s advantage as he pulled Ja to his feet and they slammed up against a screen attached to the ceiling. It broke off, swinging to you and the edge of it hit your jaw.

Prager stepped closer than you wanted and the heart-beat detecting monitor next to you was launched at him. Prager ducked the heavy equipment and it flew right past Brown’s head who had let go of Ja in shock. Ja had rolled him over now, yelling at his previous friend while Prager was shouting at you to stop damaging the equipment.

He called your name which confused you and soon you remembered that you were supposed to wake up like this.

Y/N’s POV:

“Oh fuck- Prager I’m sorry.” I said, clasping my face in my hands and gathering myself.

He tried comforting me while pulling Ja off of Brown and eventually, everyone had calmed down.

The medics tried patching up my bruised jaw and bleeding nose but it hurt more so I left to get dressed. We were given new uniforms and then given permission to leave and meet the others.

When we arrived, Quaritch was already giving everyone a pep-talk. Ja flung the door open stepping inside. Brown put his hand on his shoulder in an apologetic manner for the punches but Ja pushed his hand away, still mad.

The room went silent as we walked in. Brown followed Ja inside and both of them had bruises and small cuts. I walked in after Brown, holding a bloody tissue to my nose and Prager was behind me to watch out for us.

No one else was injured. Just Lyle had suffered a punch. Fike apparently too. Seeing us all walk in was like watching soldiers return from war and Quaritch sighed. Maybe this team would kill itself before he could order us to step outside.

Lyle broke the silence by laughing, getting up and examining Brown before laughing more. I wasn’t in the mood for his jokes so I sat down next on the bench, ears tipped back. I noticed through the tattoos and some facial features that I was sitting next to Z-Dog who was already grinning at me. I scoffed at her amused reaction and she pressed me against her before biting her lip.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked, making me show her my bleeding nose while she and Walker suppressed laughter.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” I say, shrugging it off. It was embarrassing.

“Lyle got punched by the Colonel.” she whispered and I looked at her wide-eyed before wheezing.

“No way.” I say, looking at Lyle who had now sat down too. She nodded and I gave in.

“Brown had Ja face-down on the ground.” I whisper back, smiling. “And I thought Prager was going to kill me.”

She held a fist in front of her mouth as we both grinned. “They threw a TV at me.” I add to her amusement and she laughs.

“Assholes.” I whisper jokingly. Everyone settles down and Quaritch begins explaining our mission.

Third Person POV:

Your group walked into the room and everyone had examined you all, noting the injuries and the tension. Mansk recognised his former colleagues, smiling to himself when he saw how they messed each other up. Then his eyes moved on to you and his smile was swiped clean off.

He stared and his heart stopped beating for a moment. Of course, Mansk remembered you. You were his main and secret problem as a human. He didn’t know you had signed up for the Phoenix project.

His eyes stayed fixated on you as you sat down and he scanned all your features. As you talked to Z-Dog, Lopez nudged him in the side with a chuckle.

“Not even a minute in and you’re back on ‘er.” he whispered and Mansk’s eyes shot to him while he flattened his ears back.

“Shut up.” Mansk shrugged him off, looking down at his feet. Lopez knew that he used to like you before.

Mansk had a thing for you when you were humans but he never told you and you never knew. He didn’t plan on telling you now either. The plan was to do what he did before: suppress his feelings and ignore you as best he could. He wasn’t able to ignore you before but now this was going to be a new version of Mansk. A better one, he told himself. This time, he would avoid you.

Mansk needed to set his priorities straight. He was on a mission here which involved some personal conflict for he knew Jake too and wanted revenge. He hated the Na’vi and was ready to give this mission his all. No distractions. That wouldn’t happen this time. He also hated that his attraction to you stayed even in your Avatar form.

Y/N’s POV:

We had landed on Pandora now.

The next day we were getting our gear ready for the mission and I was given a gun I’d never seen before. I wasn’t familiar with this type of weapon because this wasn’t the one we would ever use. They probably created new guns while we were gone. I held it, examining the firearm and trying to figure out how to load it and with what.

Everyone else was busy with their stuff, except for Mansk who was leaning against a table next to his finished and clean guns. I remembered him. I think we might have even been quite good friends. One of the things I remember about him was that he knew his weapons. He could definitely help me with mine.

I grab my stuff and walk over to him. He’s wearing his shades and only looks at me once I’m right next to him.

“Hey,” I smile. “Can you help me with this? I don’t know how to load it.” I say, laying out my weapon which seemed to have three parts. I expected this to be a good ice-breaker and from then on we could have a nice conversation and catch up on things. But no.

He just tilted his head to the side to look at my gun, then at me and then he looked away.

“You should know how.” he replied, his voice low and cold. Mansk then reached for his things and left, exiting the room without another word.

I stood there watching him leave, surprised by his answer. We used to always talk. What was that about?

Either way, I found his reaction unnecessary. We’re meant to help each other and he was being an asshole. Mansk better have a good explanation for that otherwise I’ll be pissed. Maybe something happened, so I’ll let it slide once.

Something similar happened that evening. We were once again in the cafeteria specifically made for the recombinants and I had just gotten my food.

Zdinarsk was the closest person in here to me so I was obviously going to sit with her. We had large tables for multiple people to sit on at once and I spotted her next to Lyle. As I’m walking to her I notice Mansk is opposite Lyle and the only space free is opposite Z-Dog which is next to him.

Maybe he will apologise now and tell me what got him in such a bad mood.

Without thinking much of it, I put my tray down on the table and Zdinarsk smiles at me before continuing to listen to the conversation between Lyle and Prager who was on the other side of Mansk.

I sit down and notice Mansk glance at me from the corner of my eye. He freezes, looking away and tightly clenches his fist around the knife he’s holding. I’m unwrapping my food and suddenly, he stands up in silence and swipes his tray from the table, leaving us all startled.

Mansk walked away and I felt him glare at me as he turned away and walked to another table.

Zdinarsk and I exchange glances.

“What’s up with him?” Lyle asks chuckling and taking a bite out of his bread. They watched him walk off and I huffed, wiping my hand over my face.

“No idea. He’s being a real dick.” I mumble, arranging the food on my plate.

“Really? He was just joking around with us a minute ago.” Zdinarsk said and I looked up at her. Maybe he wasn’t just in a bad mood. Perhaps my gut feeling was right. Mansk might really dislike me for whatever reason.

“I think he hates me.” I say, looking down and starting my meal.

“What you do?” she asks, her eyes flicking between Mansk and me. He’s sat at the table behind me, his back facing mine. Lyle and Prager are quietly listening. Lyle loved listening to all the drama and the news. It was his guilty pleasure. In a way, he was a gossip girl.

As humans, I could be ranting about my ex to Z-Dog and he would be standing with us, eating his protein bars and just listening with wide eyes.

“Nothing. Literally nothing.” I say and she stays silent in thought for a while before we all shrug it off and start talking about something else.

Today we had started the mission and we were sent out into the forest of Pandora. Roughly in the area, the last battle took place. It was all very familiar and even though there was beautiful scenery all around us, it haunted me. I died on these grounds a few years back…

We were walking in line, following Quaritch and Lyle who were leading the way.

“Alright team, we’re runnin’ out of time so we need to split up te’ cover more ground.” Quaritch said, turning around and resting one hand on his vest while the other held his gun. Lyle nodded, looking at us before Quaritch quickly counted down the line, pointing two of his fingers at his soldiers to divide us up into pairs. At least he wasn’t calling out our names, then it would feel like we’re back in school.

Mansk stood frozen as I watched Quaritch quickly point the two of us together. He looked around and everyone was already walking off in pairs while the Colonel turned around, leaving with Lyle.

Great…

I had my own mission for the next hour: to make this the worst most unpleasant hour Mansk has experienced. He was getting some payback for how he treated me before. I don’t let things like that just slide.

He was tense and his ears pinned back flat against his head as he huffed, looking at me. I gave him an innocent smile which I knew would piss him off. It did and he turned away, walking in the direction we were supposed to go in.

If he doesn’t start a fight I won’t bother him. But I’m sure he’ll have something to say before our time ends.

I followed him in silence, looking around and holding my weapon steady.

After about 15 minutes of hearing nothing but the sounds of the forest, the first comment came from him.

“Walk faster.” he said, not even bothering to turn around. I stop and my ears perk forwards as I process his words. Who does he think he is?

“I’m right behind you.” I snap back, rolling my eyes. “Dipshit.” I mumble.

His ears react to the insult and he turns around. “What?”

“Dipshit.” I repeat in a mocking way, making his brows furrow in irritation behind his stupid shades. I walk past him, refusing to waste another second of my time dealing with him.

“Quit it, you’ll ruin the mission.” he says, starting to walk behind me now with his ears strained again.

“Oh really?” I say, waving my arms. “How?”

I turn to face him and as I do I slightly stumble over a root in the path. Mansk raises an eyebrow at me.

“Actin’ like that.” he replies, motioning to my leg. Now my ears are flattened back and my tail flicks in annoyance as I glare at him.

“Like your behaviour is so much better. Take your stupid shades off and then we’ll see who’s talking.” I call out, turning around again and walking away.

That got under his skin. “Take it back.” he growls, following me again.

“Like, apologise? No way. If any one of us needs to apologise it’s you.” I sneer in response.

I hear him scoff in annoyance too. My attitude was frustrating him but I didn’t care because he was such a pain in my ass.

“Yeah? For what?” he asks, watching me walk in front of him.

“For being such an ass to me for no reason. The fuck did I do?” I ask, stopping and turning to face him. I really wanted to know.

He scowled at me before just ignoring what I said and walking further. I let out a frustrated groan.

“Fucking answer.” I call after him, fighting the urge to call him a ‘hormonal bitch’. Damn was he lucky I was restraining myself.

“Shut up and walk.” he mutters with an ice-cold tone.

“You’re being such a moron. We used to be friends.” I say, looking down while continuing to walk straight ahead. My body bumps into his and then I realise that he stopped in his tracks, facing me.

He was towering over me, a stern expression dressing his face.

“We weren’t friends. You were a pain in my ass. Always clueless. Never knowin’ what to do and never doin’ it right.” he snarled at me and his harsh words startled me, making me take a step back. I didn’t expect that.

“How you got chosen for this mission is a fuckin’ mystery te’ me, airhead.” He added, walking up on me and staring me down before walking off again.

I wanted to shout an insult back at him but deep down his words hurt me. I stood still for a few moments, repeating what he just said to me and it made my heart ache. My memories told me we used to be great friends. Why were his so different?

Mansk almost disappears behind the trees so I start walking again,re-adjusting some of the gear I had on. After about five minutes I catch up to him again but we walk in silence. When we turn a corner I notice Mansk stopped walking again.

“For fuck’s sake what is it now?” I complain, wanting to push past him until I hear a loud snort and huff. I freeze myself as Mansk and I slowly look up, meeting eyes with a huge animal.

I immediately recognise it. It’s an elephant-sized cow creature. The one that crushed Lyle. It’s almost roaring at us and Mansk stretches his arm out in front of me, pushing me back.

The purple feather-like parts on its head move around and I realise it is displaying a territorial warning. The one Jake, Grace and Norm dealt with in the forest. Grace taught me all about it.

Mansk curses under his breath before grabbing my vest and tugging me back.

“Run.” he shouts but I push him off of me.

He doesn’t understand and gets frustrated with me, wondering why I wasn’t going with him. I turn back to the creature and throw my gun down on the ground next to me. It wouldn’t help in any scenario here. Mansk didn’t know that and I heard bullets soar through the air. They pushed off of the animal's thick skin, not harming it. The action just made it angrier.

“Don’t you dare shoot at it.” I snarl at him while the animal backs up. “You’ll make it worse.”

He’s watching me with wide eyes, standing a few feet behind me.

“Put the gun down, Mansk!” I shout, watching as he hesitates. My attention returns to the animal and it has finished backing up now. I steady myself on the ground, placing one foot in front of the other and watching it. It takes off, running towards us at full speed and I take a step forward, snarling at it and baring my fangs.

Mansk’s heart drops in fear as it nears us.

It comes to a halt barely in front of me, quickly backing up and huffing. I watch it for a while, not moving from my position. It watches me, waiting for me to retreat but I don’t, so it turns and leaves. The tall grass rustles as the animal turns away and I straighten my posture, watching it until it’s fully gone.

I turn to look at Mansk who looks completely shocked. His expression makes me scoff.

“Clueless airhead, huh?” I say, giving him a shit-eating grin before picking up my gun and resuming our walk. “Look at you hiding behind me like a bitch.”

His perked ears tip back again as I resume the argument.

He watches me with wide eyes before quickly following. I knew he was confused but he wouldn’t ask so I might as well enlighten him with the things I do know.

“That was a Hammerhead Titanothere. They’re not usually aggressive. It was just a territorial warning display.” I say and I know very well he is listening.

“Shooting it is useless. They have bulletproof skin. You just need to stand your ground when it does that.” I continue to explain, not looking behind me.

Now I turn around, just to mock him. “You see, I’m not good at loading these stupid guns and yet my chances of survival here are still bigger than yours.” I smile at him and he shoots me a glare.

It amazed Mansk how well you handled that situation. Of course, he wouldn’t ever say that. But you had climbed a rank in his eyes. That didn’t change how much he despised you though. He despised your attitude even though it was his fault you were giving it to him. Mansk hated how easily you would get him distracted and how you never seemed to understand his grudge against you.

We returned to the meeting area and no one found anything. The mission was called off for the day and we returned to Bridgehead. I didn’t speak to Mansk on the way back at all. Why should I? He wasn’t just rude anymore he was unnecessarily mean to me.

Later that evening, I was back in the gym. The gym was its own separate building with very bright lights. Everyone had left because everyone gets up early. I couldn’t sleep though because I felt so frustrated and angered, I needed to let it out somewhere. The unlucky boxing bag was getting it all. I was able to properly let my emotions out because no one else was in here with me. The recom’s had their own gym because we needed bigger equipment. And everyone had gone to bed.

I wanted to scream my lungs out as I delivered punch after punch to the bag but I knew someone would hear me, thinking it was an emergency.

I continued beating the shit out of the boxing sack when I heard the main door click open. My arms reached for the bag to still it and I held onto it to stay on my feet while turning around to see who had entered the gym. I had hair sticking to my face and my chest was heaving while beads of sweat decorated my blue skin.

My eyes met the eyes of Mansk who was standing in front of the door with his hands in his joggers. My ears immediately pin back which secretly amuses him.

I watch him for a few seconds, wondering what he’s doing here but he doesn’t move or do anything. He isn’t even wearing his usual training clothes.

“The fuck you want?” I ask, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand which was in a boxing glove.

Mansk scoffed and looked at the ground for a second in thought before scanning the empty gym. He was wearing his damned shades again. They made him look meaner.

“Nothin’.” he said, facing forwards again. I didn’t like whatever he was up to. My eyes linger on him for a little while longer in an attempt to read his mind before I turn away, taking my gloves off.

“Done already?” he asked from somewhere behind me, walking closer. I roll my eyes and sigh, trying to pull myself together so that I won’t snap at him.

“I’ve been here for over 2 hours. Yes, I’m done.” I snarl, refusing to look at him.

“Don’t let me intimidate you.” he said with a breathy laugh and I knew he was smirking to himself right now. Mansk was surprisingly talkative with me. Definitely not in a pleasant way but he was a very distanced and quiet person in general. Maybe he just needed me to know how much he disliked me.

I scoff. “Yeah, right. Like you could ever.”

Mansk exhales a huff through his nose as tension builds in the air.

“Maybe if you weren’t so rude I could take you more seriously.” I say, throwing the gloves to the ground and heading to the showers.

“I’m rude?” he asks, now standing on the large rubber mat I was training on. It was a big square designed for boxing and sparring.

“Nooo.” I reply, sarcastically. Mansk hated sarcasm.

“Fuck- why do you have to be like this.” He mumbled, brushing his nose with his finger. I stop walking and turn around.

“What did you say?” I ask, awaiting an answer as I stand with my weight shifted on one leg and my arms crossed in front of my chest.

Mansk didn’t answer which made me huff in annoyance. Why did he even come here?

I walked over to him, getting back in the ring and leaning on the side ropes so I could look at him properly. His ears perked forwards, paying me attention while his eyes followed my movements.

“If you came here just to get on my nerves you can leave.” I say, not allowing myself to look away. My tail swished behind me, showing my pent-up frustration with him. His one did the same and his ears pinned back.

“Or you can tell me why the fuck you’re like this.” I add, giving him the options I can think of until another idea enters my mind.

“Or…” I say, not necessarily meaning this seriously. “ you can fight me.” I press my body further into the elastic railing fencing in the boxing ring while a mischievous grin paints my face. He was probably going to walk away.

Mansk seemed surprised by my words, not moving for almost a minute as he thought. I was about to turn away and walk to the showers again when I heard his voice.

“Fine.” Was all he said as he walked towards me. I backed up and he entered the ring with me.

“Don’t respond with just ‘fine’. I’m gracing you with the option to finally be close to me, so you can stop being an ass.” I joke, turning away from him and I hear him fucking growl.

I freeze, turning around to him again. He looks really pissed.

“Oh no, I’m so intimidated now.” I mock him, ridiculing his stern expression.

“Shut the fuck up.” he snarls, making my ears perk forward at his aggressive reaction.

I snort. “What do you want me to say? ‘Make me’?”

He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders back. “Sure.”

“In your dreams, jerk.” I snap at him, taking the opposite corner.

This was a great opportunity in my eyes. He agreed to it and I would finally be able to punch the shit out of him. ‘Legally’.

He was staring me down, waiting for any sudden movement I would make which would trigger him to pounce.

“You gonna count down?” he asks eagerly, fighting himself to stay still.

“When you grow a pair.” I spit my words and that’s all he can take.

Mansk lunges forwards, running to me with quick steps. I dodge his first punch by moving to the side and then grab his left arm, twisting it. He groans and then one of his hands is gripping my wrist. I let go of him and his now free hand wraps around the back of my neck. He swiftly turns me around so that I’m no longer facing him and within the next second, my knee is kicked in and I fall down a level. He holds me up by my neck while both my knees hit the ground but before he can think of what to do next, my legs lock around his ankles and I manage to trip him. He falls back while I turn and straddle him, trying to keep him held down.

“Asshole, you’re breaking all the rules.” I hiss at him, leaning down to his face to emphasize my words and he angrily pushes me off of him. I land on my back and when he’s about to jump on me I roll to the side.

“There’s no fuckin’ rules when I’m fightin’ a bitch.” Mansk gnarled, pushing his upper body off the floor and not taking his eyes off his prey. I sit back on my knees and as he attempts to tackle me down I deliver a punch to the side of his face which brings him out of balance.

“I’m sorry, which one of us was fucking-” I gasp for air “cowering behind the other in the forest today?” I say, recalling him standing behind me when we were almost attacked by the large animal.

He stays still for a few seconds, holding his jaw and breathing heavily. I didn’t manage to hit him properly because he slightly moved out of the way, meaning it couldn’t hurt too much. However, it was still a punch and it felt good.

He growled again, turning to me and as he lunged forward, his hand caught my ankle. Immediately he pulled me to him. My free leg kicked his shoulder back but his posture was stable and he pinned them to the ground. His hand then grasped my queue, forcing me to turn around while I leaned on my forearms, refusing to lay down flat on the ground. I was facing the ground while struggling to hold myself up. Mansk was towering above me, one hand still firmly holding my queue while the other pulled my left arm out from beneath me, pinning it down against the ground.

“You mean the one time you wore almost nothin’?” he snarled, moving up my body and pressing his knee down on my leg to eliminate the possibility of me getting up. I sensed sarcasm when he brought up the ‘one time’, which was rare for Mansk to use.

His words confused me and I stopped struggling for a second to think about them.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I say, clearly distressed and resuming my fight of attempting to push him off.

“Fuckin’ look at you. You wear nothin’ but this excuse of a bra and these tight shorts.” Mansk growled. Tight shorts? Someone’s been paying attention.

I did always wear the same type of clothes. Similar to Walker actually except that her pants were longer than mine. I didn’t think much of it because Na’vi wear loincloths and chest pieces that barely cover anything. So why should we?

Our bodies were different now, adapted to the climate of Pandora, not the air-conditioned base we stayed in. We were used to the warmth.

I push myself up and off the ground with my right arm.

“It’s weather appropriate.” I snap back, glancing over my shoulder as I pin my ears flat against my head.

Mansk tightens his grip on my queue, tugging me up before almost slamming me down into the ground so that I was now pressed flat against it.

“Well it’s not workplace appropriate.” he opposes, pushing his words through clenched teeth.

I whine in pain while Mansk lets go of my wrist, placing his hand down on my shoulder. He was leaning on his arms which ensured that I would stay on the ground.

“Oh I’m sorry does it bother you?” I murmur, trying to at least roll over.

“Fuckin’ right it does.” he says and his hand is digging into the skin of my shoulder. I whimper in pain, arching my back to try and have him loosen his grip but he doesn’t.

Luckily, my leg finds his tail, roughly slamming it down and trapping it between my foot and the ground.

Mansk hisses through his clenched jaw, the pain making him retreated his abusing hands. I push myself forwards, lifting the leg that caused him the pain and kicking him in the side so that he would not be restraining my right leg anymore. I succeed, finally free from his grip again.

“Why don’t you go and cry about it to Lyle.” I say, regaining my breath while resting on my hands and knees. Lyle was our team leader and often dealt with our complaints in the past.

He looks up at me and I can tell he is raging. I’ve never seen Mansk this worked up before. No one has.

His tail aggressively flicks behind him as he shakes his hand. “Lyle happens to like it.” he answers, spitting the words like venom. I raise an eyebrow in amusement.

His words surprise me and I grin. “Maybe I should go to his room then.” I say, not thinking much of it. In my mind, I thought insults would get Mansk angrier but somehow the last sentence I spoke did.

“...and tell him about what you’re do-”

I don’t get to finish my sentence because Mansk is back on me. I try to back up but he’s too fast. I’m leaning back on my forearms once again, facing him. My leg attempts to kick him in the face and push him away but he dodges it and it slides over his shoulder. His left hand tightens around my calf, holding it in place on his shoulder.

My eyes widen when I realise my mistake. I was stuck now.

He noticed my wide eyes and even through his anger, this little victory made him grin at me devilishly.

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he growled, flashing me his sharp fangs as his grin widened. I glared at him and then Mansk leaned further forward, making my leg bend rather uncomfortably. His free arms reached forward and he held down my other leg by digging his fingertips into the flesh of my thigh and holding it down.

I hiss through clenched teeth at the pain from his tight grip.

“Thought you were goin’ to put up a bigger fight than this.” he mocked me and I pushed the leg he was holding on his shoulder against him but to Mansk it just felt like a nudge.

“Shut up, I was working out for over 2 hours you dick-” I start complaining, not giving up my struggle. He hushes me, placing his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I freeze, staring at him wide-eyed. What the fuck was he doing?

“See? I like you better when you’re not runnin’ your mouth like-” he starts to say, thinking I calmed down. I didn’t need to hear the stupid things he had to say and without hesitation I bit into his hand, letting my fangs scrape his skin and causing a scratch.

Immediately his hand retreats and he holds it against his side, examining the scratch with perked ears. Then Mansk looks back at me and he’s angry again.

“Try that again and you’ll lose a finger.” I snarl and his ears tip back. Somehow, I loved our new ears. They made it so easy to read one another.

“You won, congratu-fucking-lations, let me go.”

“Nah, don’t think so.” he growled and that devilish smirk was back on his face. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

I snort. “Me? The reason I’m a bitch to you is because you decided to be an ass since day one. And that for no reason at all.”

“No reason?” he scoffs, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh to contain himself.

“Yeah. I didn’t do shit and you’re acting like such a moron that-”

“You fuckin’ distract me Y/N. Can’t do anythin’ when you’re around.” he snarls, making it sound like he’s spitting venom again. “I fuckin’ hate you, your big mouth and you’re poor excuse of fuckin’ clothes.”

My mouth drops open and I try to suppress laughter, but I won’t be able to hold it for long.

Mansk despised so many things about you but not necessarily you. He hated how attracted he was to you and he blamed you for it. For, in his eyes, showing off your body. He was angered by his internal battle of trying to understand why he even felt attracted to an Avatar of a Na’vi. Mansk resents that he can’t get you out of his head and that once he sees you he can’t take his eyes off you.

He was ready to fully devote himself to this mission and get it done once and for all but you are such a big distraction to him. You’re Mansk’s weakness and he used to swear to himself never to have one which makes his hatred for you worse.

I’m biting my lip and looking at Mansk whose chest is heaving. I can see how he’s restraining himself from probably killing me but right now it just seems funny to me.

“Goddamn, you could have bought me a drink first.” I laugh at him, releasing my lip which has my teeth marks imprinted in it.

Soldiers like Mansk amused me and almost seemed stupid to a certain extent. Such a big intimidating man in the military losing a battle to his feelings because he never shares anything with anyone and of course one day it’s all got to come out. And when it does, it’s nasty like this.

People like Quaritch would completely neglect mental health, focusing just on physical appearance and a strong survival mentality. Mansk was similar. The idea of talking to someone about his feelings made him think he was growing weak and that was the thing he dreaded the most.

“If you’re so desperate for me you could have told me and-”

Mansk can’t stand that. His right-hand releases my thigh and quickly wraps itself around my throat making me stop talking.

“You keep talkin’ like that and I won’t be able to hold back.” he warns me. I examine the veins bulging out on his forearm, pumping blood through his body. His neck was strained and I could see his artery. He was really tensed up.

“What makes you think I’d listen to you, jackass?” I snap back, refusing to let him intimidate me.

Mansk can’t help himself anymore. You’re right there, laying beneath him.

He leans down, holding my head in place as I watch in confusion. His lips crash down against mine and after I realise what’s happening, my body seems to respond to him and I kiss him back. It’s not a nice kiss in any way. It’s harsh and our teeth clash at one point. I push his chest away from me, breaking the heated kiss and gasp for air. He seemed even more restless now.

Maybe deep down I was attracted to this menace of a man.

“I’ll make ya listen.” he replies, once again flashing his fangs through a smug look.

“I’d rather die.” I say, pulling my left leg which he let go back to my body. As I retreated it from beneath him and to me, my calf caressed his groin and Mansk tensed up. It took me a while to figure out what just happened and an extra few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was hard to the point that his erection strained his pants.

My mouth drops open and I gulp before my gaze shoots up to him. He’s already looking at me and his ears have drooped but he didn’t let his harsh grip falter. This is definitely not what I expected.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I wheeze but he presses my throat tighter.

The pressure he’s causing makes me uncomfortable and I slap him across the face, almost making his shades fly. Shock engulfs him for a good few seconds and I’m crawling away.

I turn away from him, steadying myself on all fours as I prepare to stand but he’s quicker. In an instant, his hands are back on me and I’m unable to move forwards anymore. Mansk's palms close around my waist as he tugs me back to him.

My ass comes in contact with his lower abdomen as he pulls me towards him and I gasp when I feel him press against me.

“If you don’t move away in the next three seconds I will kill-”

Before I can finish my sentence a stinging slap is delivered to the spot under my ass and above my thigh.

I whimper, clenching my fists together.

“You’re gonna keep you’re dirty lil’ mouth closed and take what I give you. Understood?” he said and I heard him unbuckle his belt. My pupils blew wider as his strong musk flooded my senses.

“I’ll rip your tongue out you-”

Another slap which hurt more than the previous one made me shut up. I clenched my eyes closed, suddenly feeling weak. My body seemed to be responding to his presence against my will, making me almost surrender.

My arms and legs trembled and my tail was no longer hastily flicking around. It stilled and I pulled it under me and between my legs.

His palm was once again holding my queue, grasping it so tightly it made me feel lightheaded.

“Mansk, you asshole-” I murmur while one of my arms gives out beneath me. “You’re so dead.”

My threats fly by him, not bothering the soldier at all. His long-denied emotions have collapsed in on him and that internal war of frustration triggered his new primal senses to come to light. Mine were becoming visible too and it seemed that there was no way to stop this.

My eyes seem to be burdened by a blurriness until Mansk’s touch brings me out of my haze. His free hand is feeling along the waistline of my sports shorts and with a few harsh tugs, he pulls them down my waist and legs along with my panties. My tail is pulled out of the cloth and I bare my fangs, hissing at him as the gym air comes in contact with my refused heat.

Mansk groans, letting go of my queue and grabbing at the flesh of my hips and ass. I raise my tail, making it flick him in the face because I wasn’t giving up just yet. He growls, holding it down against me as he examines my heat-struck body.

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, exhaling shakily as he holds my thigh and makes me spread my legs wider.

He hated you without a doubt, but fuck you looked so good to him. Everything about your body made him harder and suddenly you seemed so inviting to him, he couldn’t resist.

My ears were pinned back as I was fighting my desire for him and I tried thinking of a way to fight him but my mind was blank at this point.

I felt him let go of my hip and his right hand was placed on my shoulder, holding me steady.

Without any warning whatsoever, Mansk brought his hand up to my shamefully dripping pussy, gliding two of his fingers between my folds. I whimper, hiding my face in my other shoulder while grimacing. I didn’t understand my body.

He rubbed me and naturally, my legs spread wider and my hips followed his movements.

Mansk wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. Your quarrelling feud was still very much ongoing, this was just an exceptional hiccup in the entire fight. One that couldn’t be prevented by either of you.

Suddenly, Mansk pushed both his fingers into me and I jolted forwards at the unexpected intrusion. He kept me still by pulling me back with the hand on my right shoulder and now he leaned over my bent body, starting to finger me. Neither of us were thinking anymore.

I whimpered, stretching my arms out in front of me so that I wouldn’t fall forwards. He wasn’t being gentle either. My body was rocking forwards every time his fingers bottomed out and his pace was rough.

I hiss, baring my fangs again when I start feeling a form of pleasure.

Mansk can’t resist you anymore. He has to take you whether you’re ready or not. If you continue to fight him, he’ll just be rougher.

He pressed himself against my bare skin again, before pulling back and lining himself up with my entrance. I couldn’t even follow what he was doing, my mind was so clouded with lust.

With one hard thrust, Mansk forced himself as deep into me as possible. I cried out in surprise and my body tensed at the foreign feeling.

He groans, finally feeling pleasure wash over him. The long-needed feeling of euphoria was at last flooding his own senses and he needed his release more than anything. My walls were hugging him tightly because my Avatar had never done this before but it made him almost speechless.

“You look like a bitch in heat.” he snarled and I tipped my ears back.

“You-”

He pulled back, drawing his rock-hard dick out before snapping his hips forward once again and starting to fuck me at a brutal pace, making me unable to answer.

I cried out again, not sure if it was in pain or pleasure this time. He wrapped my queue around his hand, making my head tilt back and my back arch against him.

Mansk was losing himself inside you and he bent over you, pressing his chest against your back to ease his longing to be close to you.

His arm was resting next to me as he held me in place, not letting his thrusts falter.

His skin was slapping against mine, no doubt leaving mine reddened and flushed. He dug his fingers into my shoulder to contain and ground himself in reality and I snarled at him, baring through the pain.

Something about the fact that you hated him but still let him do this really turned Mansk on. He wouldn’t be able to explain it but he definitely preferred this with you over soft sex. You didn’t deserve to be treated nicely, not when you dressed like that and talked to him in that way.

I wanted to throw an insult at him but I couldn’t talk and neither could he. Grunts and pants filled the room as we still fought each other in a way. I leaned away from him, making the angle more difficult and in return, he held me so tightly his fingernails were close to cutting my skin.

He would harshly tug me back and closer to him every time I somehow got loose until at one point, he leaned all his weight on me, no longer holding himself up with an arm. Both his arms wrapped around and beneath my body. One of them came up to my throat from between my arms while the other locked my body in place by tightly hugging my waist.

Mansk’s head was buried in the crook of my neck as his panting fanned against my cheek. His eyes were closed while I was a whimpering mess, occasionally biting back the pathetic noises to hiss or snarl at him which I knew pissed him off more. Every time I did, he would fuck into me from behind even more relentlessly than before.

I could tell he was close because his thrusts were no longer as sharp. He became more sloppy, mindlessly chasing his high as he pounded into my abused pussy.

Mansk groaned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed.

“Fuck- take it you dirty slut.” he growled.

The hand around my throat tightened, making sure to keep me in place as he thrust into me the last few times. His body tensed and he forced himself as deep into me as possible. Mansk’s teeth bit down on the skin of my left shoulder and his fangs slightly tore the skin while his body shook. I felt him release and shoot his hot cum deep inside me as he held me closer and tighter than ever before, to ensure he’d stuff me full with as much of his load as possible.

I moaned when I felt him fill me. It was something I had never felt before but fuck was it good.

After about a minute, his tight grip loosened and he let his arms fall to the side. I finally inhaled properly while he steadied his own heavy breathing.

Everything was so intense, neither of us could move for the next few minutes. He just stayed pressed on top of me, luckily supporting his weight this time while I let my head fall forwards.

Even though I didn’t cum I was tired. Too tired to push him off or even walk to the showers.

After a few minutes, Mansk had calmed down and slowly he lifted himself off of me. I felt him surprisingly gently pull out and I whimpered at the movement inside me. Everything felt bruised.

My arms were trembling beneath me and I let myself fall to the side, finally relaxing. However, the heat between my legs remained. Even after all that cruel handling, my body felt needy.

Mansk stayed kneeling behind me, looking down at me in pity. He felt a little guilty for what he had done.

“Y’ alright?” he asked, placing his hand on my thigh as I lay on my side. My relaxed ears flatten back and he notices it all.

“No, you moron.” I snap back at him. Isn’t it obvious that I’m not at my best?

And just like that, all guilt and pity left Mansk’s body. You were clearly well enough to continue bickering. He also noticed how your tail restlessly thudded against the ground. Your scent was still strong, maybe even stronger than before which reminded Mansk that you didn’t cum.

“Aw, you want more don’t you?” he teased me, rolling me over on my back and moving my hands away from my face. He saw how flushed I was and that answered his question.

“It wasn’t even good, loser.” I snarl, knowing it will get under his skin. But oddly it just made him chuckle.

“Who were you moanin’ for then?” he asked with a smug grin on his face. An idea popped into my head and now I grinned at him.

“Lyle could do it better.” I say and Mansk stills. I look at him trying to figure out whether he was thinking or whether he was genuinely hurt but that was difficult because he still had his damned shades on.

“Mansk-” I say but within an instant, he’s on top of me.

“I’ll make ya cum so hard you won’t be able to think about no one but me.” he hissed, and when I tried opening my mouth to respond he cut me off again and pressed our lips together.

I huffed in annoyance, refusing to kiss him to see how much angrier he can get.

Mansk wrapped his hand around my throat again, squeezing from the sides to cut off my air and blood flow for a few seconds. I gave in, kissing him back with as much lust and passion as I could.

Without breaking the make out, Mansk trailed his hand down my body and spread my legs apart. I didn’t fight it this time. It seemed like a challenge to him.

I lift my head and look between our bodies, my eyes going wide as I realise that Mansk is still hard. He pushes my head down by my neck, leaning over and sucking hickeys into the skin. I bite down on my lip, suppressing my noises which sound like muffled whimpers to him.

He would make sure that even doing that won’t keep you quiet when he’s inside you again.

Mansk pressed himself against my bare heat which was dripping with his cum. He ground his hips against me and I let my head drop back in pleasure and sighed.

I felt his lips form into a grin against the skin of my collarbone. I still had my bra on because he was in too much of a hurry to take it off before. Mansk was completely naked on the other hand.

His teeth tugged at the strap of my sports bra before he leaned back and pulled it over my head. Without hesitation, he leaned back down, roughly groping my breasts and leaving a dark hickey above one.

The grinding stopped when he pressed the tip of his leaking dick against my entrance again. Slowly he applied pressure, straightening himself and picking up my right leg to wrap it around his waist. I let him move me around because for whatever reason, I was convinced he wouldn’t make me cum. Not when I was already so sore.

“Where’d your feral side go?” he teased, smirking down at me. I dramatically exhale to show my irritation.

“I’m not fucking feral.” I hiss and he scoffs.

“We’ll see.”

“I’m sorry do you want me to punch you?” I ask, looking up at him.

“You won’t be able to in a sec.” he says and with that, he pushes himself back inside me. He enters me easier this time because we’re both coated in slick from the last round.

My pupils grow wider at the feeling and I strain my ears back, not wanting him to see the hint of pleasure I just felt.

Mansk still isn’t gentle because he has no reason to ‘make love’ to you. However, it’s not as brutal as before.

He starts to thrust into me more precisely this time and my body tenses when it starts feeling good. Fuck.

His tail found mine, making them wrap around each other while he focused on finding my weak spots. Mansk’s left hand held my thigh up on his waist as he pushed deeper each time until he started bottoming out on each thrust.

My breathing grows heavy and I feel a small pressure build in me but it’s enough for me to resist.

Mansk is eyeing me, watching my expressions and he notices how I’m fighting myself. He has a solution for that.

While thrusting into me again, he lets go of my thigh which stays on him and his thumb circles my clit.

I inhale sharply, pressing my lips together making him smirk. He slowly sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, letting his thumb brush over my clit every once in a while making me try to close my legs around him.

I throw my head back and clench my eyes closed, realising that I’ll lose this silly bet and that if he doesn’t stop I will cum.

Suddenly, he presses his thumb right against my clit and at the same time, his dick brushes up against my G-spot. He feels my walls clench around him briefly and I hiss, letting my mouth drop open.

“There you are.” he growled, meaning my ‘feral side’. It seems that Mansk liked the animalistic noises we emitted.

“Fuck-” I whimper, arching my back off the ground. He takes the hint, feeling a sense of pride in his chest as he continues doing exactly what he is. With each thrust, he applies a little more pressure on my clit and rubs under it and I’m gone. I’ll definitely lose.

My hands grip his shoulder, needing to clutch something for support. Deep inside I’m angry at him and at myself for letting this happen and for having it feel so good. So to put up my rebellious message, I dig my fingernails into his back, clawing at the skin in a desperate attempt to contain my pleasure.

Mansk growls, leaning forwards and once again resting his head in the crook of my neck. He licked over the area he bit into last time and then nibbled on the skin around it, tracing his fangs along it in a threatening manner.

Tears sting the corners of my eyes, slowly threatening to spill. Mansk looks up at me and grins at the sight.

“Such a needy little thing.” He coos and I know he’s making fun of me.

“You started it-” I sniffle and almost sob in pleasure. “...you idiot.” I can’t think of any good insults or comebacks.

I hiss when he bites down a little more than he should on my neck and I take it as a warning.

“C’mon, stop fightin’ it and cum f’ere me.” he mumbles, placing a kiss on my neck. He doesn’t stop his actions and I know it’ll all be over in a few seconds.

“No-” I whimper, and at this point, I’m begging myself not to come more than I’m telling him. I hate how good he’s making me feel. But it doesn’t matter because, with the next thrust, I’m seeing stars.

“Mansk-” I almost scream, clenching my legs around his waist and throwing my head back. My fingers are still, digging into his back one final time as my own body shakes and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He rides out my orgasm, extending it for as long as possible.

I’m mindlessly mumbling his name over and over again.

Finally, I come down and my body goes limp beneath him. My chest is heaving and when I look up at him, Mansk has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Instantly I frown which makes him chuckle.

“You still mad?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief.

“Until you grow the balls to apologise, yeah.” I reply, wiping my hand over my forehead. My language and attitude being present after all that amazes him.

He smiles with a sigh before speaking. “I’m sorry.” he says but I shake my head.

My hand lifts up to his face and I push his shades up onto his head so that I can see him properly. “I don’t think you mean it.”

He drops his head in defeat before facing me again. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot to you.” he says and I smile, satisfied.

“Are you into me?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. “Because if yes, than this is not the way you should approach things.” I laugh and he smiles to himself, feeling unsure.

“Yeah..” he mumbles, wondering whether he should apologise again. He wasn’t good at these conversations.

I sigh, knowing I’ll have to deal with this emotional wreck from now on. To ease his thoughts I pull him down by his dog tag and this time I initiate the kiss. Mansk melts into it, holding my cheek and when we pull away he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“You have to help me up, I don’t think I can make it to my room.” I say and he grins, nodding and getting up. Mansk gently pulls me to my feet and accompanies me in the shower. It was nice, finally seeing this side of him.

He let me touch him and purred when I washed his back of some dried blood.

Since everyone was asleep we managed to sneak into his room and we fell asleep together. Who knows how much longer we’ll be around to experience this.

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