#recom mansk x human reader

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Mansk cheesy pickup lines

For @nin3kyuu ❤️❤️ love you moot! Enjoy him XD

Can you touch my hand? I want to tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel.

I’ve lost my teddy bear! Can I sleep with you instead?

Hey, baby. Want a raisin? Sorry, none left. Perhaps a date then?

My doctor told me I’m missing vitamin U. Can you help me?

Go on; feel my jacket. It’s made of boyfriend material.

OK, I’m here. What do you want for your next wish?

Remember me? Oh, that’s right, I’ve met you only in my dreams.

Do you like pancakes? Well how about IHOP on that ass.

Are you a campfire? Cause you’re hot and I want s’more.

If you were a triangle you’d be an acute one

Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be Pretty Cute.

I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.

You know what you would look really beautiful in? My arms

I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love.’ Would you care to have a conversation with me about it sometime?

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@tarrynightss

@villiansimpqueen

@milknhonies

@buzzing-honeybee

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

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Not sure if you do the recoms but if you do can you do a short story with the recoms being softies for thier medic reader?

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Ahhh just imagine that Y/N would walk into the room where the whole recoms team meets. You would walk in with a gentle smile. Humming your favorite song. This would automatically get the attention of the recoms.

Their tails would start wagging sideways in excitement. Of course, they would try to hide how excited they were with your presence. I think Zdog and Lopez wouldn't mind coming up to you and showing you how excited they are by your presence.

It was quaricth's turn to be attended to by you. You would notice how his little ears would flop back as you were checking his vitals. And his pupils would dilate, and he would become more anxious."Everything okay?" you would ask. As you watch as his gaze doesn't leave you. "No…just… Did I tell you how pretty you look today?" quaritch would speak, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. "Y-yes…" you speak, blushing.

After tending to them all, you used to spend time with them. Lyle would sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Moving you more on his body, so he could stroke your hair. Leaning in from time to time so he could smell your scent.

This behavior was not only when you were alone with them, but they had begun to make it public. At mealtimes, they would insist that you sit with them. Saving your space, sometimes even your food.

If you met one of them in the corridors of the base, they would smile at you and as you passed them. Their tail would tap you on the back, in a playful way. Or when General Ardmore was talking to you, discussing the new protocol.

You would feel a hand on your upper back. Mask would caress his hand on your back, leaving some massages. You look up, meeting Mask's gaze. He would give you a smile and look forward again. You move closer to him. You felt protected by his side, and that was a good thing. Because General Ardmore was somewhat intimidating.

The other doctors would see this behavior as strange. It was well known that the recoms were not very friendly with the team of doctors and scientists. But only with you, they would turn from lions to adorable kittens around you.

They would literally ask you to be the only person to attend to them. Becoming playful around you, smiling out loud. This would leave the other doctors with their mouths agape, as they stood still in a corner somewhere. If any of them tried to say anything, they knew it would go badly.

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Hello everyone! Figured I should make one of these since I plan to flood this place with all of my nonsense! Will update is I write more! So please feel free to ask me if you have any requests for x reader! I'll also right any pairings you like, except Quaritch, he belongs to reader >:)))

🔄 - ongoing

✅ - completed

🔞 - adult only content - mostly pertaining to smut - MINORS DON'T YOU DARE

🌸 - family friendly, hand holding, fluff, romance no smut, platonic etc.

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Else please leave a comment on the relevant fic you specifically want to be pinged for :)

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MILES QUARITCH.｡.:*☆

🔄🔞 The Lie of Providence - Recom/Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Sully! Female! Na'vi Reader

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✅🌸Resplendent- Neteyam Sully x Female! Metkayina! Na'vi Reader

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Hey! Can I request Recom lyle wainfleet x shy!reader pls? I love you!! <3

I didn’t think I would be doing requests since I’m pretty busy with school and my small business but this was adorable and I couldn’t resist so thank you anon! I really feel like Lyle would be be pretty chill around a shy person but I also feel like the more he gets to know them he would be into teasing them a bit more. I hope you enjoy! ( ^-^)/💕

Lyle Wainfleet X Shy! Human Reader

* You were hoping to get the chance to work on Pandora as a scientist but when you found out what your job entailed you got really nervous. Your main job would be to oversee the recombinant team and make sure their mission went smoothly. This involved a lot of one on one interaction with a bunch of marines... Yeah. You were *so* nervous you might have lost sleep over it. You had very limited experience with soldiers and you knew that they were often rough around the edges to say the least.

* You were determined to make the best of the situation, even if you had a million what-ifs running through your head. Your first day on the job was waking up the recoms. For safety purposes, you could only wake two at a time so if anything malfunctioned or they had issues you could correct the problem before risking any of the other bodies. Round one was Mansk and Lyle who both woke up a little confused but were pretty easily managed.

* You introduced yourself quietly and found making eye contact was harder than you imagined so you focus on your clipboard.

* "I am y/n, I am part of the science crew that you'll be working with. My job is to make sure your bodies are functioning as they should and treating any injuries you may face." You glance up at the two marines and realized just how big they were. You were already kind of short but hanging around with giants really sent it home.

* Mansk nodded his head and started his reflex testing with one of your colleagues. Lyle however sat down on the nearest surface and stared at his huge hands. He looks over at you with big eyes and a twinge of worry in his voice. "Doc, what... Why? What happened?" His confusion actually calmed you down a bit and made him seem less intimidating.

* "I know this is umm what's the word... Jolting?" You fumble for words as Lyle peeps up. "Freaky is more like it." You were a bit hesitant to keep talking so you gripped your board tighter and cleared your throat. You made yourself look into his eyes and tried your best to be comforting.

* "I suppose that's a way of phrasing it too. Um... How much of your last life do you remember?" You realized quickly that was a personal question and followed it with a rushed, " Don't feel like you have to tell me any details, but sometimes it takes a little while for memories to come back after first waking up." Lyle looks at you and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, looking mildly stressed out.

* You don't know what made you do it but you offered your hand out for him to take. He pauses for a minute but places his hand in your small one. At first, he brushes his fingertips against your palm and when you didn't pull back he slowly put his whole hand in yours. His yellow eyes are watching you and suddenly you feel a bit silly.

* It was like your mouth stopped functioning properly and you try to choke out a sentence to make the silence less intense. "Umm, just so you know I'm here for you." It sounded sappier out loud than you thought it would and mentally cringed a bit. Lyle didn't say anything but squeezed your hand and gave you a nod. He seemed to be at a loss for words too.

* "I have a copy of all your previous video logs leading up to the... um... you know" You motion your other hand awkwardly in the air, not wanting to mention his death so soon after waking him up. "So if you want to see any of them or access your personal belongings they're in my office. You're welcome to visit anytime... As I said, I'm here for you." You flash a small smile in hopes of cheering him up a bit. It seems to work because he takes a deep breath and removes his hand slowly.

* "So what now Doc?" Your face got hotter as he leaned forward into your personal space. You stumbled over your response a bit, "I'm not really a doctor, I just do um sciencey stuff. As for what you're going to do next. You'll be working with Marq over there and he'll lead you through some exercises to see how well your body is doing. And hopefully, after that, you'll be able to get some food and rest." You trail off a bit at the end of your sentence but add some more soft words.

* "The first day is the hardest, so just take it easy tonight okay?" You move backward and you feel your heart race a bit as Lyle continues to stare at you even after you've broken eye contact with him. When he stands up you move out of his way quickly and do your best not to trip over your feet. When he reaches Marq he looks back at you and you give an encouraging thumbs up.

* Lyle does what he's told for the rest of the day and relaxes as much as he can in his new freakishly large body. His mind keeps running back to you and your quiet words. Being a marine he's pretty used to being barked orders and following them with no questions. He was terrified when he woke up but the longer he was awake his memories trickled back in. He didn't realize how much he needed someone to be soft with him at that moment but was ever grateful you took the time to comfort him when many others would have ignored him.

* At lights out he can't sleep and starts wandering the halls, going back to the science lab he met you in earlier. You were probably asleep but Lyle was hoping that you were there and he could spend some more time with you. He trails along slowly and gets lost in his thoughts when he almost runs face-first into a doorway.

* He felt a sharp tug on his pant leg and stopped suddenly, turning his head around to see what had touched him. It was y/n from earlier. She was dressed in casual clothes and carrying a mug of what smelled like hot chocolate. She had a worried look on her face and she suddenly let go of his pants as if he was on fire.

* "I um, you... You uh were going to hit your head" She points to the doorway about a foot away from his face. It was his turn to feel silly this time. "Well it's good you caught me when you did then. I didn't even see it, my mind was elsewhere you know?" He felt like smacking his face with his hand in embarrassment but held back.

* Y/n shifted her feet a little and glanced at the floor. "Couldn't sleep?" The words were so quiet he almost didn't catch them. He couldn't think of anything to say other than "Pretty much. You said you had some of my stuff?" She glanced up and nodded and then motioned with her hand to follow her. "Yeah I do, let's go to my office."

* Lyle walked slowly behind her in hopes that he could spend more time with her. The base was a big place and he still managed to feel claustrophobic. When you were with him it didn't feel so bad. You might not have much to say to him outside of work-related stuff but Lyle was happy with any conversation because it meant he didn't have to be alone in his thoughts.

* When you got to your office door you fumbled with your keys and dropped them. Before you could lean down Lyle had his hand on your shoulder and stooped down to pick them up for you. Your face felt hot again and he made your heart rate pick up. His big hands were slow and gentle as he placed your keys back in your hand. "I didn't want you to spill your drink. Here." You take the keys and hold them firmly this time to not let them slip through your hands. You unlock the door and walk in, making sure to remind Lyle of the height of the doorway.

* "Just watch your head okay, I don't want you to hurt yourself. The new height is going to take some getting used to." Lyle was grateful for the reminder and ducked his head carefully. He watched as you hurried around your desk and set your drink down. "So I didn't personally collect your things, if something is missing please let me know and I'll do my best to find it for you. The cleaners were under strict orders not to throw anything out."

* You placed a box on your desk and waved Lyle closer. He took a peak inside and looked over what belongings he had left behind. A couple of magazines (thankfully nothing dirty he thought as he snuck another glance at y/n). There were some clothes, his dog tags, a jar of protein powder, and his wallet. Nothing of particular importance to him now that he was in a new body. He picked up the small leather wallet and opened it to see his driver's license. His hand started to tremble and he felt his anxiety spike again.

* He was never going to be human again. He was never going to drive his car, wear his clothes, or do anything "normal" ever again. His mission was the only thing that mattered now and his breathing hitched. Y/n could only watch as Lyle's face distorted into a panicky expression.

* You weren't one to normally touch people you didn't know very well but you wanted to do something to comfort him. So you walked to his side and put your hand on his lower back and reached up with your other one to grab the wallet out of his hand. You seemed to have startled him from his trance and his arm jerked away from you involuntarily. You step back and start apologizing profusely.

* "I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" Lyle brings his hand back and grabs your hand gently. "No, you're fine... I just... Thank you for pulling me out of my thoughts again. It's just-" You grasp his hand back and interrupt him for a change. "Just going to take some getting used to. You don't have to explain yourself but I do want you to know that we have a trauma counselor available. I think it would be a good resource for you and maybe some of the others." You pause and when he doesn't reject the idea you continue quietly. " I just know that when things happen that way, it can be nice to talk to someone about it."

* You remove your other hand from his back and put it over his blue one, sandwiching him between your tiny palms. "I want you to know... I am also here. I know I keep saying it but it's just... I guess." You shake your head frustrated and unable to find the right way to word your intentions.

* Lyle throws his wallet back in the box and kneels down in front of you, his hand still entrapped in yours. He looked like he wanted to say something but he let out a rough sigh. He was also trying to figure out how to word his intentions. You fidgeted a little with his hand and he heard your breathing hitch a bit. He worried for a minute that he was holding you too tight but quickly realized it was your sudden proximity that had you nervous. Lyle backed up, but you kept ahold of his hand which he took as a sign that you didn't want him to leave.

* "Can I stay with you? I really don't want to go back to the dorms right now. You... You make me feel safe y/n and right now everything is just... Fuck." He brings his other hand up and covers his face in shame. He was so forward and sounded so much needier than he wanted to. She probably thought he was pathetic or clingy or weird or all of the above. He held his breath and waited for you to tell him to get lost. Instead, when that never came he glanced at your face.

* You looked about as anxious as he did at that moment which gave him some relief. You were undeniably happy that Lyle had come to see you again. Granted the circumstances weren't great but you were glad he was here. You couldn't get him out of your head either and you felt the incredible urge to hide your face with your hands, which at the moment were tied up with his.

* So instead you quietly mumbled, "I don't think you'd fit in my bed." Lyle let out a small laugh and covered his mouth with his hand. "I wasn't asking to sleep with you, but it's nice to know that's an option even if your bed wouldn't hold me." You pulled your bottom hand away from his and covered as much of your face as you could with your fingers. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Lyle couldn't help but smile at how embarrassed you looked with your hand covering your pretty face.

* "Don't hide beautiful, I'm just teasing." He pulls your hand back and gives you a small kiss on your knuckles before laughing at your expression. Lyle had a feeling that as long as he had you, things would be just fine.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐃𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀɴꜱᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ-ᴛᴀʀᴋᴀᴛᴀɴ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: illegal experimentation, cloning, blood, flesh, romantic relationships, fluff, PDA, talk about insecurities, comfort.

A/N: I thought Mansk would be a good match for this reader, he doesn't seem judgmental, he seems chill af. Would this be considered a black cat and golden retriever relationship?

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You were an experiment created by the RDA is Bridgehead. You had been created from flesh and blood from a scientist who volunteered into this creation. They had got some kind of sample from an illegal market on earth, from a creature known as a Tarkatan. They were from a different planet, further away from Pandora. You basically grew from an artificial womb, for many years, it wasn't an easy task when creating something like you. Then finally after twenty years you were 'born' an adult.

Not only that, but besides 'looking' humans, you had other features that weren't so human. Yours eyes looked demonic, not only that, but you had no lips, instead you had rows of fangs. Your appearance was unsettling to everyone around you, so you began to wear a mask to hide your horrifying teeth and at least seem more friendly, but that didn't work either. You'd show violent and aggressive behavior towards others. You didn't mean to show that sort of behavior, you were like a child learning new emotions and always thought of your behavior as you being friendly.

No matter how hard you tried not to be aggressive or violence, it would happen by accident, they didn't seem to trust you either, everyone assumed you just pure evil and were just waiting to kill them all. At first you hated being an outcast, but now you didn't care, if that's how you would be looked at then so be it. Is not like people liked you anyway, so why bother trying to make friends or impress people.

You had gone under some kind of training, specifically for you, you didn't do any military programs, instead you were taught taught martials arts and wielded two sai blades, you had grown to love the idea of stabbing things, whether it was a dummy, you just loved stabbing. Also biting, you had bit an opponent that was helping with your training, and you had bit them on the shoulder out of frustration. The taste of their blood made you go feral and wanting for more, it was an accident, but you were glad it happened, or else you would've never figured out your love for blood.

It had been a year since you were 'born' and you were ready to be put out in the field, you could go alone and be okay, but the RDA did not want to risk losing you, so they put you on a up coming team by the project known as 'Project Phoenix'. Which was basically reincarnating dead soldiers and placing their soul in a new body, they only bought back a small portion of the team instead of all the dead soldiers. It would cost an arm and a leg for sure.

Day by day a member would wake up, you were introduced to them, and they had been told that you were there first member, you thought that you'd be the leader due to being alive first, but no, they already had someone in charge, someone they called Quaritch, it sucked, you wanted lead, you were capable of doing so, but no. You were basically their mascot or a pet to them, it was stupid. He came up with the group name which sounded like a dad joke.

The whole team head been awake by now, you along with everyone were in a small meeting. Instead of paying attention to Quaritch stupid dad joke about being blue and shit. You looked around the blue cats that surrounded your small frame. You payed closed attention to them, you wanted to know what their weaknesses were and how you could use them to your advantage. You thought about causing some fear in chaos to the member just for your own entertainment and to also show them that you could kill them in there sleep if they tried to mess with you.

That was when you met Mansk, while all the members seemed to avoid you, he had the decency to be nice to you. He didn't wear any shades the first time you saw him, but now he did, they looked good on him. Though, you thought that he had really pretty eyes and wish to have a look at them forever. As the time passed, you were no longer alone like you used to be, instead Mansk would keep you company, it was odd hanging out with someone since most of the time you were alone, well not anymore.

You'd be spotted with Mansk, everyone just assumed that you were getting along since you were in the same team, but for the past couple days you and him had got closer by the hour. He didn't seem scared of you like others, instead he showed interest in you. It made you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach, you never would of thought you'd begin to grow feelings for someone, specially since he'd be considered your first love. It made you happy, seen that you were accepted by someone.

After a couple months of getting to know each other, you and Mansk had officially became a couple. Since you knew nothing about romance or relationship's Mansk had to be the one to tell you how that stuff worked. You were loving this new found relationship with Mansk, you were overly affectionate with the man, why wouldn't you? He had been nice and sweet to you since you when you met. You had basically fallen in love with him from the start.

He didn't seem to mind PDA since you'd show him all the affection you could. What made you sad was that you couldn't kiss him. Sometimes you wished that you had a pair of lips so that you can kiss him on the cheek. Since you couldn't, Mansk would be the one doing the kissing, he'd kiss your forehead, cheek, hand, and also your fangs. It made you get all giggly when he did. Specially since he'd kiss the part where your lips would be on. The 'kissing' you'd do is basically lick his cheek, he didn't seem to mind since you literally had no lips.

Others of the team began to take notice of yours and Mansks relationship, at first they thought it was just two colleges getting along, but the more they noticed how you and Masnk spend a lot of time together, they got the memo that you and him were a thing. The group couldn't comprehend how that relationship worked, you were basically two different species, not only that but you? You could basically eat Mansk alive if you wanted to. They didn't seem to really care, they were just shocked that you and Mansk were a couple. Miles did not care, as long as your relationship didn't intervene with the mission.

That day there was no mission, so you were hanging out with Mansks in his room, just laying on his bed in silence. You were cuddled up against Mansk, you had your arms wrapped around his torso while he had one arm around your waist. You both were enjoying the silence, until you spoke. "Mansky?" you called to him, he hummed at you as a form of response. You got of from your side and climbing over his waist, straddling him. Mansk placed his hands on your thighs, he also didn't wear his glasses around you, and you didn't wear your mask around him.

"I've been meaning to ask.." you said a bit shyly. Mansk looked into your eyes. "What of babe?" he said sweetly, causing you to melt a bit by the pet name. "Do you find me pretty?" you asked nervously. He gave you a look of confusion, then gave your thighs a squeeze of comfort. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" he asked, now worried. You sigh and ran your long talon like nails on the material of his shirt. "Donno, I kind off.. I just.." you couldn't find the proper words to put it. "I don't normally care on how I look like, but, I've heard others say that.. your with me out of pity" you admitted.

Now Mansk understood. "Oh babe, I think your the most beautiful being I've ever met, I don't care on what you are and how you look like." He said, bringing his hand up to your chin and lifted it so that you could look at him. You had a sad look on your eyes. "Really?" you asked, feeling butterflies in your stomach beginning to flutter around. "Yes babe! Don't listen to what those idiots say, I know we're still getting to know one another but I'm already falling in love with you." He admitted, this confession made you basically jumped onto him and hugged him tightly around his neck. "Mansky! I love you too!!" you squealed and gave him a kiss (lick) on this cheek. Mansk just chuckled by your reaction and hugged you back.

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[wheneclipsefalls]

Little Gift- Introduction

Pairing: Soft Dark Neteyam x Human Fem Reader

Beautiful Neteyam pic by @cinetrix2

Sumarry: The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants.

Warnings: dark, dubcon/noncon, suggestive, kidnapping, aged up Neteyam, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, humiliation, dark Neteyam, swearing, power imbalance, etc. (not exhaustive) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I had this idea in the middle of the night two days ago. This will be the introduction of the mini series. It is dark content so read at your own risk.

tiyawn: love

mawey: be calm

oeyӓ: my (possessive)

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The rope is coarse against your wrist and ankles, tied tight enough to leave squirming out of the question. However, it's the thick fabric gag that has you grinding your teeth together in discomfort. They leave you no opportunity to ask questions. No way to understand your fate before it unfolds. 

Colonel Quaritch had been even more cold and distant as you were prepared for the mysterious treck. You had been in the middle of packing your stuff, preparing to return home with the rest of the RDA when you had been dragged away and dressed against your will. 

Now kneeling here in the middle of Pandora’s forest wearing little more than sparkly scraps, you have never felt more exposed. The intricately beaded top does little to nothing to cover your hardening nipples and it’s easy to catch some of the Colonel’s brats sneaking a glance occasionally. 

“Colonel,” Lyle calls to your left. “For a final touch.” He holds a large pink ribbon in one hand, eyes snapping over to your small form with a smirk. 

“Be quick.” Quaritch grumbles but he doesn’t hide the amusement painted across his face. 

You attempt to scoot away when Lyle approaches you but he wrangles you back into place one handed. Another recom keeps you still with hands on your shoulders and before you know it Lyle is using the ribbon to tie a big bow directly over your breasts.

You muster every hateful thought into your heated glare, not that it does much to kill his mood. 

It’s obvious that you are the one left out of the joke everyone seems to revel in. Several times you wonder if all of this is some sick prank. Dressing you up only to drag you into the middle of the woods and leave you for dead. Perhaps even kill you themselves. 

However, thirty minutes of kneeling in the mud with a small army on high alert around you proves plans to be otherwise. There is something ominous about that pink bow tied around you, something even more suspicious about the traditional Na’vi clothing that has somehow been made to fit you perfectly. 

“That bastard sure likes to take his sweet time.” Mansk huffs. 

“What more did you expect from one of Sully’s filthy half breeds?” Quaritch sneers, readjusting the heavy artillery into his shoulder. 

“Makes a lot of demands too. Swear if we didn’t need these resources-” Lyle starts but is cut off.

“And yet we do. So shut your trap and pay attention.” The Colonel snips at him. It’s almost comical to see how fast Lyle straightens and goes back to scanning the terrain for movement. 

Always the Colonel’s bitch. 

You wish this ridiculous gag wouldn’t stop you from finally speaking your opinion freely. If you are about to meet your demise, the least they could let you do is get some long awaited satisfaction. 

Tension bleeds into the atmosphere. The former marines snap to attention and guns are locked into place, the formation fanning them out to combat any potential threats. 

It takes several dreadful seconds for you to see them but finally a pair of golden eyes just barely shines through the thick forest. They are in the trees, crouched to the ground, in bushes, some even swooping overhead on banshees. 

You marvel at their ability to hide in the nooks and crannies of the forest. However, even now you recognize that they are choosing to be seen. They have decided to make their presence known. 

Your heart thunders.

Tied and kneeling between the two juxtaposing crowds feels like being offered up as a human sacrifice. 

Do the Na’vi believe in live sacrifice?

Perhaps they too put up dead to their deity as a sign of loyalty. 

And you are pampered and primed for the taking. 

“Signed, sealed and delivered as promised.” The Colonel grunts, boot clad toe nudging your vulnerable form. 

Dread slinks through your veins.

What have you done to deserve this?

The Na’vi that steps out into the open is one that you can recognize instantly. Even a human of low status among the RDA knows what Jake Sully’s eldest son, and now Omatikaya Olo’eyktan, looks like. His face has become a focused target that the RDA have been working to exterminate for months. Now, it feels all for naught as they have been brought to their knees and forced to leave Pandora with little resources. The same reason you prepare yourself to say goodbye to this mysterious planet for good.

However, that was the idea before you were prepared like a trussed up main course for the taking. 

You struggle fruitlessly in the binds once more and Neteyam’s eyes center on you. Peering up at him hurts your neck as you are once again reminded of how tall and muscular the Na’vi are. His shoulders give the illusion of spanning out even further with the traditional feathered mantle he wears. 

His head slants to the side before he is prowling closer. You attempt to jerk away from his large hand coming to your face but that only ends in you falling back on your rear. His lips turn down as he inspects your tied wrists. There is nothing you can do as he holds both of them easily with one hand. 

“I was told she would not be harmed.” He speaks lowly, voice thick with a Na’vi accent. 

“She put up quite a fight. Even getting her to hold still during the shot was a pain in the ass.” Quaritch replies.

You remember all too well the fear that had overcome you when they brought out that long needle. The developed serum was a success naturally but it still racks your anxiety higher to fully breathe Pandoran air without your mask. Even more so, you feel strangely more exposed in front of this Na’vi legend without the glass to separate you from him. 

“I don’t appreciate excuses.” His golden eyes flicker towards your face and a small smile appears. “But I am pleased to see it fits.” Long fingers trace the lines of your necklace top before toying with the ends of the pink boy. 

You stiffen beneath his touch, eyeing the sheathed dagger across his chest. 

Do sacrificial ceremonies require specific clothing? 

Maybe dressing a sacrifice up in pretty ornaments and clothing proves to their deity its value. 

Either way, you hope it’s fast. The Na’vi are trained killers, but at least they should know how to end a life swiftly. 

“I would be pleased to see the resources you promised.” The Colonel bites back.

Neteyam sighs and purses her lips as if the small army around them is simply an annoyance instead of a threat. 

“Trades are not historically present between the Omatikaya and your people. I am not opposed to taking instead. Remember that.” 

You can hear the shifting guns behind you. The Colonel’s anger boils through the air and you are surprised to find no smart response coming from him. Neteyam leisurely tugs the ends of the bow, perfecting its shape and you are mortified to feel your nipples tighten beneath them. He nods his head and a few armed Na’vi step forward and hesitantly hand over a few tubes of minerals.

You recognize it as unobtanium, most likely the small amount left to mine from the last Home Tree. Your eyes widen. All of that for you? 

It wouldn’t be enough to make the RDA’s trip a success but it would surely cut down the financial loss significantly. But why give it over? Just to kill you? Had their deity sent out a bounty on your head and if so, what had you done to piss Her off so immensely?

“As promised.” Neteyam rises back to full height, hands settling on his hips. “I trust you understand what is to come to those who do not honor this agreement.” 

“Consider her a…peace offering. A special gift from the RDA.” You can hear the smirk in Quaritch’s tone, even the chuckle that Loyd fights to hold back. Your teeth dig into the fabric gag, praying more than ever that now would be the one time you would be able to rip him a new one. 

Your own special gift before you leave this life. 

“I tire of your presence, demon.” 

Quaritch scoffs but you can already hear the shuffling of retreating boots as they slowly but surely exit the scene. The only home you have ever known and now it is nothing more than a memory. You’re left to the demise of the Na’vi like a shiny object to be collected. 

And with the way Neteyam smiles and studies your form intently, you can’t have found a better analogy. Kneeling once more, large hands cup your cheeks, fingers encasing the whole side of your head. 

“Oeyӓ tiyawn, you are shaking.” He tuts, features softening at breakneck speed. Eyebrows furrowing, you watch closely as he carefully parts the hair from your face. “So nice to meet you, properly that is.” He chuckles, as if telling a joke only he knows the context to. 

Unease tightens your muscles and you’re sure that if your heart rate picks up anymore the organ will simply give out before they even have a chance to kill you. 

He sends a look to the side and instantly the rest of the Na’vi party retreat back into the forest. Your forehead creases. What is a sacrifice without an audience? 

Unless. 

Neteyam’s fingers comb through your hair.

Unless the Olo’eyktan has decided to have his fun with you before you are offered up. 

Tears spill from your eyes and you can’t stop yourself from trying to beg through the gag.

“Oh tiyawn,” His thumbs wipe away your tears. “You do not need to cry anymore. Not now that you are mine.” 

A hiccup catches in your throat, wide eyes looking up at him. 

“My sweet pet.” He husks, lips curved into a prideful smile. 

Your heart drops to your stomach.

Pet. 

How does he even know what that word means? The Na’vi do not keep pets. Perhaps he misspoke. 

But when one large hand circles around the back of your neck and you remember one thing: this man was raised by both Na’vi and Sky People. 

Frantically shaking your head in protest you try to get out words that will convince him to release you. It’s a strained effort with the cloth gag and his giant hand grasping your neck. 

“Mawey, little gift, before you hurt yourself.” He lingers over the cloth gag and for a moment you have hope that he will remove it, instead Neteyam gives you a sympathetic smile. “My poor tiyawn, I would love to remove it but I think we will need to go over some ground rules first. I’ll need you to listen without distraction for that part.” 

Your thoughts tangle into a million knots as vast ideas of what these rules may entail generate frantically. 

It would be easier to believe that a Na’vi has no purpose for a Sky Person as a pet but it’s impossible to miss the lust swimming in his golden orbs. Nor the wandering hands that now come to squeeze your plush hips. 

“You’re even more breathtaking up close.” He grins. When had he seen you from a distance? “Especially in proper clothing.” 

You can barely see through the cloud of tears over your eyes so you miss when Neteyam unsheathes his knife. That is, until you feel the cold material against your ankles. Terror grips your heart but to your surprise the Olo’eyktan cuts the rope around your feet. 

Foolishly you take advantage of this slight freedom only to be snatched around the waist and pulled onto his lap. Neteyam chuckles as if your escape attempt is the cutest thing he has ever seen. Your hips ache slightly at the stretch it takes to straddle one of his muscular thighs. 

“Misbehaving already, hm?” He raises a hairless eyebrow at you, one hand slink down to settle over your rear. Luckily he seems more amused than angry. After all, you have to admit that there was no real chance of you outrunning him in the first place. And now that those muscular arms are locked around you, there is no hope of beating his strength. 

Humiliation runs deep when you feel the first trickle of arousal stain your tiny loincloth. Neteyam’s thigh flexes and your pussy greedily takes the friction as an invitation. His nostrils flare, no doubt taking in your changing scent. 

He doesn’t further your embarrassment, however. At least not yet. 

“My father told me about these.” He muses, fingers playing with the bow once more. “It’s said to represent gifts. I always thought they were silly but now…” Heat runs straight to your core when his thumb dances over one escaped nipple. “I quite like the look of it on you, little gift.” 

A whimper escapes your lips without permission, snagging his attention. 

“Needy little pet, aren’t you?” A dark laugh rumbles his chest as his thumb casually slips underneath to bow to torment one nipple. “Do not worry, oeyӓ tiyawn. I’ll have you seeing stars before the night is through.” 

Everything in your mind says no but Neteyam’s skin is warm and his hands are skilled as one teases your nipples while the other explores your backside. Your body preens into the touch, desperate for some semblance of comfort to hold onto. And in the dangerous atmosphere of Pandoran nights, your instincts tell you that this man is what separates you from death. 

However, you are still held as prey under his gaze. 

“But first I think it is time to get you home.” He leans forwards until your noses are touching. 

“You will be more comfortable in my bed, pet.” 

And so it begins! As always, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts! <3

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[sunandsstars]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Recombinants x Medic!Reader

Summary: An unlikely group of people find a home in their cute little human doctor.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of wounds/death/hurting animals

Word count: 1.6k

“Ouch!”

“Sorry! I did tell you it would burn” ___ swiped the alcohol wipe across Lopez’s blue arm, cleaning the deep wound from dirt and bacteria. She grabbed a needle and thread out of the medkit on the floor and carefully stitched him up.

“Don’t be a pussy Lp” Brown stuck his tongue out, tail flicking every which way, hitting Mansk behind him who swatted at the appendage and rolled his eyes, not that anyone could see them under the shades.

“Hey! This is a crazy ass gash on my arm! Let me cry dickface” Lopez stuck up the middle finger of the hand that wasn’t getting treated and ___ slapped it, instructing him not to get into petty fights until after she’s done.

“Will you lot stop pulling each others cocks for one minute?” their colonel strolled into the med bay with Wainfleet right behind him, both ducking under the small doorway to get into the room. “How’s it looking doc?”

“He’ll be ok, it shouldn’t get infected if treated correctly, just make sure to change the bandages every once in a while” ___ finished the last of the stitches she sewed, putting away her equipment. Being a doctor on Pandora had its pros, her income was higher than any other job on Earth, she got to be the first of the human race to live on another planet, she also got to have free roam of Bridgehead since she was highly ranked which was cool.

The cons however, were that she had to be apart of Project Phoenix. Assisting the recombinant squad, ‘deja blu’ was not what she signed up for and at first she was very reluctant, until she actually spent time with them. They were sweet and gentle with her, knowing that she was physically much weaker than them, they took care of her and also each other. Somewhat, they were a family.

Also the soldiers were fucking hot.

“Good. Lopez that was some stupid shit you pulled back there. Could’ve gotten us killed” Quaritch’s heavy steps stomped over to the two and flicked the mans pointed ear, Lopez winced and ___ huffed a laugh.

“Sorry colonel, just got too excited”

“If you want to be excited again, you have the opportunity to get out once you’re done here” General Ardmore made herself known, glaring at every person in the room “I need you on the front lines, take on those big ass animals that are blocking our train lines, they haven’t moved for days so we’re gonna amp up the pressure”

Some of the squad quietly sighed, they just came back from a mission, one that almost got them eaten by a giant black cat, not to mention one of them is injured enough as is.

“General, Lopez here needs to rest, he’s hurt enough as is” ___ intervened, holding the man’s massive hand and squeezing it in reassurance, she knew by the way his ears pointed down that he didn’t want to go out so soon, especially after almost getting his arm hacked off. Ardmore only directed her glare to the woman, making her freeze and look down.

She was one intimidating lady.

“General, we’ll be out there as soon as my guys are rested, it shouldn’t take long” Quaritch piped up, not wanting their doctor to face the older ladies rath of judgement.

Ardmore nodded sharply and sighed heavily, not liking the delay but this wasn’t her team to command… well it was…but Quaritch was a man that she didn’t want to get on the bad side of. Recom or human. She briskly turned and marched out but not before giving them three days rest to recover and gather supplies. She’d just have to send some Bulldogs instead.

Lopez sighed and squeezed ___’s hand in thanks for sticking up for him, he released it and stood up from his chair, Brown coming over and clapping him on the back “you guys wanna go to the rec room? Ja and Zhang are waiting for us”, many agreed and followed suit, Wainfleet and Quaritch sticking behind for ___.

The doctor packed her equipment away and took off her lab coat off, nodding to the two as they filed out. “So.. what exactly happened out there?” she usually was on these missions with them, but she had to tend to some paperwork with the bio scientists.

“We ran into one of those.. what are they called, thanators? Nasty fuckers” Wainfleet strolled up next to her, tail flicking and sending her hair up a little, he grinned and messed with her more, using his tail to flick more of her neatly kept hair.

___ turned and slapped his leg, smoothing her hair down and jogged a little further to get away from him. “Yeah, they’re not very nice. You must’ve been in their hunting zone - stop that!” she grinned as Lyle followed her around “just because I have hair and you don’t!”

Quaritch snorted “docs got a point corporal, but that burn runs deeper than Lp’s kitty scratches, how you gonna take that?” he was a few ways back from them, ears pointed up and grin on his face at their silliness. He could hear more of his team in one of the rooms further up laughing and chatting, Prager had a secret lover? Now that is something he’d need to find out.

“Well for one, sleep with both eyes open and a nightlight, for two-” The soldier grabbed ___ by the waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder, slapping her ass and barging into the recom’s rec room shouting “this little lady has been bullying me about my hair! We needa teach her a lesson”

Zdinarsk sharply turned at the loud noise and saw the predicament the two were in, ___ was dangling with her face barely reaching Lyle’s lower back, her tiny fists hitting the muscle as she shouted for mercy. The soldier hollered “what hair?!” and the rest followed with shouts of their own, oh the agony.

Wainfleet pointed his middle finger at every single one of them, including Quaritch behind him who was chuckling loudly. He placed the human in his arms onto one of the couches and forced her onto her back, easily pinning her with just one hand. His yellow eyes met hers and she instantly tensed up “no! NO! Lyle please don’t!” the man only grinned devilishly and raised his other hand slowly “Lyle I promise I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes anything! I’ll bake you those brownies you like!” Man did he love those brownies.

“Hmm, what do you think people?” Lyle glanced at everyone in the room to see their opinions.

Zhang twisted around and raised his brows “I dunno corp, she disrespected you and your lack of hair, she deserved what’s coming to her”

“Zhang!”

“Yea give it to her!” Fike pumped a fist into the air and Mansk nodded cooly.

“The people have spoken darlin’ you could still make me those sweets anyway” ___ screeched as the solder brought the hand down and tickled at her skin, going across the stomach, under the pits, under her chin. Her greatest weakness is that she’s ticklish, ever since they found that out she’s been exploited to the harsh fingers of the recombinants.

The doctor had tears going out of her eyes as she laughed at the feeling “I-I’m sorry! ahaha! I did- I didn’t mean to!” she felt Wainfleet slow down to a stop, nodding and patting her head as she breathed heavily. A flicker appeared in his eyes and she instantly put her hands up, knowing he would probably do it again.

Prager strolled by and rugby tackled Lyle to the floor, taking him down and wrestling him. All ___ could see from her position was tails swinging and legs flailing, she breathed heavily and sat up, carefully avoiding the almost ten foot men.

She strolled over to Quaritch who engaged himself in a game of cards with Ja, Zdinarsk and Fike. She examined the A4 cards he held then the ones on the table and plucked one from his fingers, placing it down. “Fuck” Zdinarsk swore, cursing whatever god was out there for this treachery, she was losing. Z-Dog never loses. “You know, I thought I liked you sweetness” ___ just stuck her tongue out in retaliation. Fike urged the doctor to help him out too, only to get a card thrown at him by Zdinarsk.

“How are you doing Lopez?” ___ strolled over to the man who was watching T.V with Zhang and Brown, he grabbed the little lady and perched her onto his lap.

“Good mami. It’s gonna take more than a fat cat to tear me down”

“Oorah!”

___ glanced over the man’s shoulder at Wainfleet who agreed and flexed his muscles, marines will be marines, she laughed.

“Don’t act like you weren’t crying earlier because of the pain” Brown chimed in, eyes glancing at the two next to him, he reached a hand over to rest it on ___’s calf, rubbing circles on it.

“I didn’t cry”

“Yes you did, whining like Prager when he got dumped by his secret lover”

‘Prager had a secret lover?’ ___ wondered. Tea is brewing, she had a feeling it was gonna be good.

“I’ll stick my tail in your ass if you don’t shut your fucking mouth”

“I’m counting on it”

“Cut it out!”

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[whxre-bxby]

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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[tarrynightss]

Avatar masterlist

Hate sex with Jake X Smut

If daddy could see you now (Miles Quaritch) X Smut

Lovers death (Miles Quaritch) part 1 X & 2 X

Phone sex w/ Quaritch and Lyle X Smut

The forgotten sister (Tsu’tey) X

Kíyame, yawne… (Tsu’tey) X

A glimpse of us (Jake Sully) X

Quaritch forming tsaheylu with his partner X

Tonowari praising you X Smut

Giving Tsu’tey a lapdance X Smut

Mansk + wearing his clothes X Smut

Jealous Mansk X Smut

Sub!Mansk & dom!reader X Smut

How jealous are they and how do they show it? (Avatar men) X

How they are during your pregnancy + how they are with the baby (Avatar man) X

Poly Jake & Neytiri headcanons sfw & nsfw X Smut

Human Quaritch sfw & nsfw headcanons X Smut

Kinky things with the Recoms X Smut

What they’d get you for Valentine’s Day (Avatar men + Ronal & Neytiri) X

Avatar men being icks X

#masterlist #avatar #atwow #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #atwow fanfiction #atwow x reader

[ikranwings]

What is your favorite ship out of the entire Avatar franchise?

I don’t really ship the characters XD i just like to read peoples content and see art from the fandom. I like to watch our community grow. And I like being a HORNEY bitch over the recoms and tsutey.

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[adoreeenina]

I wanna be yours - Ch. 5

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very”

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you to teach me Na’vi”

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

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

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

——

“Sevin”

“Seven”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sevin” Lyle says perfectly, making you smile.

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

“What does that mean?” Lyle question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Touch

Na'vi!Quaritch x Human!Fem!Reader

(Short Drabble!)

Warnings: NSFW, fingering (fem receiving), Voyeurism, hold the moan, public sex, Miles being a smug bastard. This wasn't proofread or edited.

Colonel Quaritch has never been described as a soft and understanding man. This statement was also applicable to the 9ft tall Na'vi reincarnation, who had set his sights on you some time ago.

X x X x X x X x X

Getting used to his quirks and isms took time, and often, you felt as though he didn't quite understand himself either. Both of you were often left guessing.

But not today.

Quaritch was sitting back at a projection table, yellow eyes boredly skimming over a display of terrain while the rest of the Recom team prattled off about rotations and reconnaissance. He was not listening to them, though. Instead, his pointed ears twitched with every breath you gave from his lap.

He liked to humiliate you.

You couldn't tell if it got him off or if he just did it to watch you go red. Being only half his size, you couldn't do much about it. When he forced you to perch in his lap, you had argued and squirmed until his arm wrapped around your body and his large hand sunk under the table and into your slacks.

All your sense left you as those huge blue fingers played and stroked over your covered crease. With your back to his chest, you swore you could hear the soft rattle of a purr escape him. That asshole.

It didn't take much to make you blush, but him fondling you during a meeting had you fighting to keep composure. He knew it, too. Putting an elbow on the table, Miles leaned into his hand, giving the impression he would rather be anywhere else. In truth, he did. He wanted his private quarters with you bouncing on his cock. But work was work, and he could settle on tormenting you.

Your legs open wide under the table as he draws his hand up, then pushes into your underwear. He could hardly fit, and you could feel the strain of the fabric trying to accommodate his pressence. Swallowing noisily, you buck to meet his fingers as they drag down your damp folds. Miles hid a smirk into the heel of his palm. He loved knowing he got you worked up.

There was a prod at your opening, his middle finger seeking entry. You clear your throat, widen your legs for him, and close your eyes as you feel the thick digit slip inside your little hole. Miles eagerly pushed knuckle deep, the tip of his finger bottoming out, making you clench around him and clear your throat again.

A few of the Recoms glance at you, and while your face was bright red, you smile.

"Sorry, tickle in my throat."

Miles chuckled, and the lingering stare from Wainfleet made you certain he knew. Maybe they all did. Supposedly, they all had impeccable hearing and sense of smell. You try to not worry about it, and focus on the massive finger that prodded and pushed inside your cunt.

The sensation was incredible, he reached places in you no human finger - or cock, for that matter - ever could. With a buck of your hips, you attempt to fuck yourself against him. Miles shifted under you, and you realized now you could feel the growing hardness between his legs.

Spurred by your canting, the Colonel began pumping his digit in and out of you, starting off slow. The drag of him against you made your body warm, and your stomach tighten. It was getting difficult to keep focused, especially when his heel pushed against your clit. You were rising fast, and the way your cunt bore down around his finger let Miles know how close you were.

Each pull and press of the Na'vi's thick finger made you quiver, his pad bumping your cervix and causing you to lurch in his lap. You knew the Recoms were pretending not to notice, and the fact they knew at all had you flustered. But that was his plan all along.

Sighing slowly, your small hand squeezes around the forearm stretched down your body as you begin to rock yourself steadily into him. If you had been paying attention, you'd have noticed Mansk and Wainfleet's ears twitching and perking at the subtle sound of your cunt slicking. Miles rumbled in his chest, satisfied that you were coming undone in his lap.

When the pressure became too much and the heat coiled up your vertebrae so suddenly, you saw stars. With every ounce of self-respect left within you, your hands clap over your mouth. The orgasm was strong, body shaking. You shudder and roll your hips as your cunt bears down around his finger. It grips at him in desperate, fluttering motions, as pleasure rattles through your core.

Miles smirks again, pumping the digit a couple more times for good measure before slowly pulling it out and wiping off on your panties. He gives your thigh a 'good job' pat before you fumble to fix your clothes. You could feel the smug aura wafting from him, and grit your teeth.

Revenge was a bitch, and you were certain you'd make him pay.

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our shallow graves — 02

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fwb outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; reference to (made up) past; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; switching povs; weapons; reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 5.1k words

: luvv writing from a chara’s pov n not just the reader’s <33; my bff wanted a love triangle but noo there would never be, i swear; replaying lady gaga and thenbhd as i write this; i hope u guys would luv this!!

↦ hydra - recom machine gun (not the door gun in the samsons); y70 - bullpup rifle/skel bullpup

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camaraderie with the colonel seemed to deteriorate overnight. your only saving grace is that it seemed like no one understands why his slight recognition for your talents evaporated quickly, the team having been reduced to shooting you with concerned glances whenever quaritch continues to ice you out.

you wanted to believe that it didn’t bother you much, but the taste of failure sits heavy on the tip of your tongue. quaritch is your superior, someone you were willing to interact with at an arm’s length, but now, even that seems impossible. 

“give him time,” walker says as you two enter the gun range, modified with an open ceiling to allow your na’vi bodies to breathe without the need for the respirator. “he’s probably still pissed because recon was delayed but c’mon now, we need extra time to take on the hellhole pandora’s about to be.”

you hum, your mind far away, as you begin to line up in one of the shooting stalls. you feel bare without your hydra but walker insisted on practicing with the Y70. 

“for good time’s sake!” she said, laughing when you rolled your eyes at her, calling her out on the fact that she only preferred the rifle because it was what she was exceptional at. 

your tail swishes behind you slowly before stilling, suspended in the air – a perfect imitation of your focus. you purge your mind of all thoughts, steadying your breath as you gaze at the moving targets. thrill runs down your spine at the first fire, the bullet going through the head of the target in a clean, single shot right at its temple. it is almost too natural how you were able to fire off the other bullets, muscle memory kicking in as your years of experience rush back to you, engulfing you with a single focus.

clean shot upon clean shot; head, heart, lungs – every vital organ and artery that you were aiming at were hit. it is like nothing existed in that moment, not your new life or your repeating nightmares of your death or even quaritch. it is just you and that rifle, against the world.

it was the first real taste of freedom you ever had from the moment you woke up in pandora, fifteen years after the war. 

walker stalks towards you with a grin, her rifle slung on her shoulder, looking smug as she shows you her perfect tally. you grin at her, feeling your tail finally untense, swishing around in languid satisfaction. 

“look at you with the perfect shots,” she says, dramatically whistling as though she wasn’t a better marksman than you are. 

“i have a good teacher,” you reply, winking at her. she chuckles, shaking her head, and you wish she had her braids down just so you can see them bump against each other. 

“and you are welcome.” walker places a hand on her chest before bowing theatrically, making you erupt in hearty giggles. 

comfortable silence settles as you two walk back to your quarters, ears flicking at each sound that rumbles from the belly of the compound. 

the sensitivity of your heightened senses brings you back to the night the colonel caught you sneaking out of mansk’s room, pure anger shimmering within his beautiful golden eyes and poison coating his hissed-out words. you do not know what set him off – you do not want to believe that it simply had been because you and mansk fooled around, not when quaritch has done worse.

(in your brief encounter with the human colonel quaritch, you have seen them together only once. the babe was swaddled in thick blankets, leaving only tufts of sandy hair visible to curious eyes. 

you tried not to linger when you saw how the colonel walked around with the child in his arms, cradled gently, carefully, his usually-stern face melting into something kind. into something human.

the harbinger of destruction. a father.

you couldn’t wrap your head around the man. not even as you watched in silence, obscured from his line of sight, as he nuzzled his nose on the boy’s forehead, breathing him in.

pandora’s real first human, a boy blessed by eywa, and there he was, held in the hands of the man who would threaten her balance.)

“maria,” you call, slowing down your steps and turning to look at your friend.

walker hums, tilting her head to meet your gaze. “what’s up?”

“do you, uh, know what happened to the kid?” you didn’t need to specify who it is that you meant. 

she stops walking, her brows furrowing in hesitant confusion. you lick your lips, wondering if you might’ve overstepped, after all, walker may be your friend, but her loyalties will always be with the colonel. even back in hell’s gate, she always separated her friendship with you from her duty – it felt like she constantly lived two different lives. 

“it’s just that i can unwind with you,” she used to say, huffing when the clips she used to pin her bun got lost within the gelled strands of her hair. you would pull her to your bed, chuckling quietly, before taking over, gentle hands familiar with her hair like it was yours that you were grooming. 

“why do you ask?” walker responds, twisting so she can fully face you.

you shrug. “i don’t know,” you say, a half-truth. “the memories are coming back to me slowly and one of them is him.”

walker remains quiet, studying you with pursed lips and narrowed eyes, before a sigh creeps out of her lips. you feel your heart lighten up, your body uncoiling from the tension, and you shoot her a small smile, grateful for her trust. 

“i dunno, to be honest,” she says as you two begin walking again, your steps this time are more languid. you two don’t entertain the gawking humans who scurry out of the way as you and walker make your way back to your rooms, busy murmuring to each other.

“they probably sent him back to somewhere in terra where relatives could take care o’him.”

you grunt, nodding, choosing not to prod any more. 

just before the two of you can part ways to enter your respective rooms, lopez comes running down the hallway, hollering your names.

“les’ go! colonel’s back from the meeting, and word is that we get our mission today!”

“thank fuck for that!” walker whoops. she meets your eyes. “rico, come on!”

you try to ignore the sudden swoop of paranoia that settles in your stomach, choosing instead to follow as walker and lopez run to meet with the others. you had hoped that you would’ve been able to fix whatever it was that happened between you and the colonel before the mission, but it seems like you don’t have that privilege anymore.

it seems like with quaritch, you don’t get mercy. 

-------

just like what lopez said, the colonel returned with orders from the brass that you all would be sent out soon – the omatikaya stronghold changed upon the return of the humans, and now you are all tasked to draw jake sully out. you are all given a week to prepare for pandora’s beasts – you are aware that they meant the na’vi more than the actual animals roaming the lush jungle.

recon was cancelled, the new schedule no longer permitted such opportunity; the general had, instead, ordered your squad to move in and navigate the hard way. you tried not to shrink at the withering look that quaritch shot you as he mentioned that. mansk shifted close, as though to show that he stood with you even against the colonel’s seething glare, but it seemed like it was the wrong thing to do as quaritch only seemed to grow angrier. 

you tried your best not to react, but your tail dropped, coiling around your thigh in the face of the colonel’s disapproval. you are too ashamed to look at the others, not wanting to see their own disappointment or even their pity so you kept your eyes on quaritch, using his authority to hide from the attention that your squad was giving you.

the meeting reaches its end, the colonel ordering wainfleet and zdinarsik to take over. mansk hovers, falling into step with you as you both move to leave the room together when the colonel’s voice stops you.

“rico, you stay. mansk, y’r dismissed.”

mansk shoots you a quick glance before nodding at the colonel and leaving with the rest. wainfleet had taken the lead as they all marched out with zdinarsik covering their back, the taller recom nodding at you upon meeting your gaze before closing the door behind her.

there is silence in the war room as you stand still, waiting for quaritch to make the first move. you rack your mind for another fuck up that he can berate you with, but nothing comes up, leaving you grasping at nothing but the bubbling anxiousness gnawing at you. 

“i suggested to general ardmore that we bench you, rico.” he raises his hand at your visceral reaction – your jaw falling open as you flinch, protests about to slip from your lips, as a now-aborted step almost draws you close to him. “listen to me first, corporal.”

you blink at the realization that his voice doesn’t denote any malice, the rich baritone is painfully neutral, and you think, then, how hearing his indifference just stings a whole lot more. 

you remain silent, watching with bated breath as quaritch pulls a chair out and motions for you to sit down. your legs feel like lead as you fall into it with no grace, your body going taut with tension when the colonel takes the one just in front of you. 

the space between the two of you is decent – it is the normal distance – but you can’t help but feel the warmth emitting from his bigger figure, almost like your body is singing for him. you try to breathe through your mouth, afraid that you will get a whiff of his scent, reducing you into a puddle of uncertainty and need. 

you blink your glassy eyes up at him, trying to focus, to listen, but it is like all those times that quaritch pushed you away had made you hypersensitive about him. he is all you can focus on; past the need to prove to him of your worth, he is all that fills you up. the way he smells, the way his eyes study you, the way his voice rips through the static – you want all of it. 

heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.

fuck. 

“you doin’ ok there?” the colonel asks, his indifference melting as worry bleeds into his tone. 

“i, uhm,” you begin, your voice faltering. you try to reel in your mind, grinding your teeth to snap you from your trance. 

“yeah.” you clear your throat, breathing in shakily. “i mean, yes sir.”

quaritch grunts, his eyes still pinned on you. “this is exactly why i wanted to leave you behind.”

that brings you out of the haze, your attention snapping back into a singularity. “permission to ask why, sir?”

quaritch sighs. “the science pukes mentioned how y’r still lagging behind. kid, i’m gonna be honest with you – i can’t afford a weak link.”

his words feel like knives carving into you. you’ve always thrived in your capabilities – you wouldn’t have gone far if you weren’t good, if not one of the best, and yet, in his eyes, your single fumble has cost so much. 

“pandora is gonna eat you up and spit you out – well, it already did, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. and yet, general ardmore still insisted that we take you.” 

you watch as the colonel leans over, eating up the miniscule distance between yourselves to peer at you. “tell me, rico. just why are you so important to her?”

you wish you have the answer; you wish you have anything to give to him, to make sense of your own purpose, but nothing comes up. it is like you’re constantly floating around, untethered, and yet severely burdened at the same time. they tell you how the general favours you, and yet she has yet to tell you that herself, leaving you alone in navigating your position amongst the other recoms. 

the loneliness doesn’t stop eating at you.

“colonel, i really don’t know,” you finally utter, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground. 

quaritch clicks his tongue. “no, there’s gotta be somethin’ i’m missin’. i read your files, you know that?” he grins meanly when your eyes snapped back to him. “oh yeah, i did. and imagine my goddamn disappointment when it showed me nothin’ noteworthy.”

he stands up, his voice gaining strength, and you realize that you can now see his fury in its entirety.

“yeah, you’ve got a way with flying, but that skill’s practically useless unless we can get our own banshees. and even then, they ain’t machines – your skill’s obsolete. y’ve got a way with guns, sure, but so do the rest of my squad; it ain’t just lyle who’s got a great shot, after all. and yeah y’r hand-to-hand combat is good, but it ain’t the best.”

you feel tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as quaritch continues his admonishment. you feel like everything that you are is suspended in the air, carelessly peeled off and overturned until you are nothing but your skin and bones.

“y’know what i saw?” the colonel asks in a barely-contained snarl. 

you do not reply, but it doesn’t matter to him anyway. 

“i saw how y’r just a goddamn nobody because if you were any better, i would’ve taken you in before. so tell me rico, just what the hell are you doin’ here?”

you do not know what urged you to do it, but next thing you know you are standing mere inches before the colonel, breaching his personal space to poke at his chest. “i don’t need to prove myself to you,” you hiss. 

(it was a lie. after all, it was all you wanted to do. for him to acknowledge you. for him to – what do the na’vis call it? – see you.)

quaritch scoffs, pausing, before he lunges forward to grip your jaw, forcing your head to tilt up and making you look at him. you feel your breath leave your lungs, the blood rushing to your ears and deafening you. anything else seemed to stop, leaving you alone with your petering rage as you gaze up at him.

his breath tickles your lips and you gasp, soundless, feeling the desire exploding in your chest. you do not know what it is that he originally wanted to do because in the next heartbeat, just a slight stutter, all you feel is his lips meeting yours. 

quaritch devours your hiccuped squeak, his searing lips moving against your own, pulling out more of the little desperate sounds from your throat only for them to be swallowed hungrily by him. the kiss is hot, messy, but you can’t help but be obsessed with it.

his scent fills you up, settling deep in your chest and making you throb with want. you grip his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to touch more of him. but at the feeling of your hands, quaritch rips his lips from yours and scurries to back away from you.

you stand there, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, feeling your lips tingle from his kiss. you watch as his face crumples at the realization of what he’s done before it reverts back into faux stoicism, as though he isn’t affected by the kiss. as though he doesn’t feel the same burning desire that engulfed you whole.

“colonel-”

“no fraternizing with a squad member,” quaritch utters before he lifts his hand up to rub at his lips with the back of his palm.

“oh, so now we’re following the golden rule?” you mutter, the words bubbling out before you can stop them. 

you know that you crossed a line at the mention of what he’s done with socorro but you are too filled with a blazing storm of conflicting feelings, rendering you uninhibited as they clash in your chest and drain you of all your energy. you feel yourself shake at the intensity of your emotions – of your yearning – but the colonel continues to stand far away. far from your grasp.  

he’s made his decision. 

“get going, corporal. y’r dismissed.”

you run out of the room, not caring of the way the tears slip from the corners of your eyes to drench your cheeks, and pretending that you cannot smell the faint scent of the colonel sticking to you.

pretending that you do not feel something in you break. 

-------

looking for mansk was the easy part. not using him to drown out the weight of your conflicting feelings, that was the hard part. 

mansk has taken you in his arms, cradling you close as you wept on the crook of his neck. he was silent, like he already knew what it is that aches you, and you wonder how could he. you barely knew why you feel betrayal sit in the pit of your stomach; why you feel so drawn to quaritch – attuned to the sound of his voice and the staccato of his footsteps.

why do you ache for his touch?

if it is heat, if it is all biology, mansk does a good enough job in extinguishing the flames of painful need curling within your blood. and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking out bigger and rougher hands and a gruffer voice, the southern accent looping around the vowels, making your stomach clench with desire.

quaritch is all that you’ve ever wanted ever since he first called your name, unknown familiarity sinking in your chest like a rock chucked to the ocean – the paradox is a metaphor of your feelings. funny, isn’t it?

“i don’t understand,” you murmur, sniffling as you pull your head from mansk’s shoulder. you wipe at your eyes, groaning at the futility of it when fresh tears fall and drench your cheeks anyway. 

mansk remains silent, his hands have fallen from your back to grasp at your wrists, the warmth from his palms not doing anything to soothe your nerves.

“it’s like he needed that little blip in my performance to finally rationalize the hate he feels for me, and then it just didn’t stop,” you continue, breathing in shakily. “and i wish i could just ignore him but, fuck, i can’t.”

you shake yourself from mansk’s touch, standing up from his bed to pace around his room. the pads of your feet are quiet on the metal floors and you ignore the shot of coolness that comes with every step. your braids, chopped just below your jaw, frame your face with stray strands sticking on your damp cheeks despite your frantic moving. 

“he’s there and he’s nowhere at the same time, devin. like, i try my best to avoid him but he’s always a consistent presence in my life. it doesn’t fucking matter if he’s ignoring me, not when he’s always in the same room, within the same space.” your voice raises, scratching your throat as anger and hurt bubble up, ever-so expanding until you are grasping at the remnants of your rationality. 

“and i want him. i feel like dying when i’m not with him and he-” you pause, a choked sob getting punched out from your lungs. mansk startles, clambering from his bed to hover by your side, not really closing in but standing just near enough that you can see the downturn of his ears, his worry etched on his face. 

“he doesn’t feel the same way, dev.” 

you crumble, feeling lightheaded from the explosion of anguish burning at your seams, and mansk finally embraces you. 

the first kiss was hesitant, chapped lips meeting bruised ones, and he doesn’t move until you are pawing at his shirt and tugging him close. mansk falls into his role easily, nipping your bottom lip as a distraction which you take eagerly.

quaritch’s snarl from many nights ago creep into your mind, his southern accent tearing through the sudden buzz of mansk’s touch, taunting you – “you reek.” 

you think just how upsetting it is to feel your desire expand into fanned flames at the memory of quaritch. at the memory of his anger – the only thing of him that he’s given to you freely. 

mansk rips his lips from yours, panting, his eyes dilated with desire. “rico, y’smell so good.”

your shirt is torn from your body, your cargos thrown over broad shoulders – not broad enough, not tall enough, not angry enough. 

you try to forget, to stop thinking, as mansk fucks you; thin fingers sliding along your slit and sinking into your heat, curling to prepare you for his length. not even the way three of his fingers overwhelm you with the feeling of being stuffed can silence the thoughts – ‘not thick enough, not long enough, not rough enough’ – and you bury your face on his pillow, trying to smother the tears. 

the slide of his cock should’ve rendered your mind into white static, but it seems like your veins are thrumming with a visceral need, one that you know only quaritch can quell. 

“choke me,” you mumble, blinking wetly up at mansk, your chest heaving at the muted desire filling you up. 

“what?” mansk asks, breathless, his body shaking from the crashing heat. 

“choke me,” you repeat, this time clearer. 

mansk hesitates, his wide eyes growing bigger, his scent curling into something darker. the wrap of his hand around your throat is sure, gentle despite your plea, before he squeezes. the pressure grounds you, feeding into your desperation. into your delusions. 

(you think of quaritch. it seems like you never stop thinking about him. 

he will take you the same way lava takes everything – devouring beyond flesh, nipping right into the core until all it leaves is the flames of a thousand suns. his desires will crush you, filling up the spaces between your blood vessels and your synapses with nothing but him. 

and you will love it. you will let yourself be scorched because ever since you have met him, all you knew was fire and how they lick up into your chest, swallowing your heart, almost like they are branding his name directly in you. 

like you have belonged to him even before.)

mansk wipes you with a towel, murmuring soft apologies when your body jolts in oversensitivity at the rough drag of the cloth. he passes you his shirt and then pulls you underneath the sheets, tucking you in for the night. 

“thank you,” you say, weakly smiling at him.

mansk returns the smile, brushing your braids away from your face. “just like old times.”

your eyebrows furrow, confusion triumphing over exhaustion. “old times?”

“yeah,” he grunts, falling beside you. “you’ve always liked the colonel and granted we didn’t fuck then, but you always vented to me so, y’know?”

mansk’s words wash over you like a crashing tide, pulling you from the shore and submerging you into the depths of the unknown. you grasp at your memories, flitting from one to the other, trying to find pieces of your affection for the colonel only to fall short. surely, you would’ve remembered. surely, the feelings, with how intense they are, did not just go away; that you did not just lose a piece of yourself.

you think of the haunting, how the colonel and socorro appear in your memories in fragments, and feel a twinge in your heart. was it not indifference? that all this time when you remembered her, when you used her to learn more about quaritch, it was because you liked him too? 

were you always a fool like this? searching for bits of quaritch in the hands of another, trying to claim the stray parts like they could be yours to begin with. 

“rico?” mansk’s voice breaks through your reverie. 

“i… i don’t remember.”

he turns to you in surprise. “what do you mean you don’t remember?”

“just that,” you say, your voice faint. “i don’t- i can’t remember.”

-------

the moment miles saw his reflection – blue and distinctly not human – he knew there was little of himself left in the hellhole that pandora had become. autonomy and freedom no longer meant much, not when he’s become a weapon. 

he’s died once, they said. had he still been the commanding officer in the compound, he’d have the shrink do drills at the stupidity of pointing out his untimely and obvious demise. 

no fucking shit he died. miles would’ve remembered turning into a goddamn na’vi if he didn’t. 

but, at the end of the day, his anger didn’t matter. like a freak show, he’s back – not really as the same man, but similar enough that the old colonel’s ghost thrums with hymns of vengeance, carrying over to miles’ own person. because miles may not remember his death, but he remembers jake sully’s betrayal.

the boy had chosen his people and miles had chosen his, it is that simple. 

the mission was straight-forward, but miles isn’t deluded enough to assume that it would be just as easy. he’s failed once already, after all. perhaps being a na’vi could switch the tides; perhaps being one wouldn’t matter – whatever it may be, miles is ready to carry the burden of killing jake sully.

with a single focus, miles lets the unfamiliarity of his new body roll off his skin like dew before forcing himself to learn and to adapt. painstakingly, he even tried to salvage the pieces of augustine’s research, hoping to find any scraps of information regarding the na’vi in her ramblings, but the compound has scrubbed themselves off the traitor’s books. don’t mind the fact that augustine’s the best goddamn na’vi expert, apparently, they rather bitch around under the pretence of unnecessary patriotism, instead of taking advantage of her research. 

when he asked who he should talk to regarding their physio, he was told that augustine was replaced by cooper. unsurprisingly, cooper was unable to fill in the shoes that augustine left, but miles preferred him anyway. the man has lesser empathy, lesser curiosity about the wonders of pandora. 

‘that’s good,” miles thought upon meeting cooper. ‘checkups will be clinical. none of that bitchin’ about morals.’

which was why it should’ve been easy transitioning into his recombinant body. it should’ve been.

then, you came along.

sweet, little, pretty thing that you are. you don’t even know what you do to him, walking around looking like you’re pulled straight  from miles’ spank bank material. you look darling with your short braids, pulled back with little clips like those that he remembers walker using, as your smooth voice ripples against the heavy tension building in miles’ chest.

there’s always this sweet scent that follows you, and it reminds miles of something that he couldn’t really pin down. it’s faint, teasing his senses with the little bursts until he began to be addicted to it. to be addicted to you.

he had been content with only getting a whiff from every time the two of you crossed paths, your chin ducking down in respect, saluting so beautifully that it had miles pretending that he didn’t have the itch to pat your head in approval. 

(you looked like the type to adore praises; the type to want to hear how you’re being such a good girl. all for him.)

he didn’t want to pursue more, remembering what happened when he last made that mistake, but it just felt so impossible to dismiss his interest in you as something that is only fleeting; something that is only physical, bound by the biological nature of his new body. 

maybe if he just pushed back harder against the general, then maybe he could be rid of you. maybe there would be nothing thrumming underneath his skin – he refuses to call it desire, afraid that by doing so, he would chain himself to the ache that he feels – and maybe you would no longer be his growing problem.

then: a spike in the air churned the insides of miles’ head, bolting his legs onto the floor. there was a sort of static, a rumbling charge that pierced past metal walls and choked miles into madness. 

he didn’t even realize what it was until he picked up the sound of your voice, pleasure curling against your words as you cried out a name. miles felt lightheaded, warmth crept up from his fingertips to the base of his neck.

(a shackle, one that spelt out your name. 

again, do you know what you do to him? what you reduce him to?)

the scent of your euphoria sent him into a feverish state, molten lava replacing blood as he burned. his breaths came out in ragged rasps, and miles gulped down the air as though he could taste you from it. as though that would’ve been enough.

miles knew what danger looked like, he knew what it smelt like, but he never expected that it would take your shape, testing him past his capabilities. so he lied, spitting in anger and lashing out as he held your hand, ignoring the way his skin tingled when it met yours, and he watched as your eyes glimmered with hurt.

fine. that’s fine. miles repeated this mantra until he clambered into his room, almost tripping over his boots, and made his way to his bed. 

there was a heavy pressure in miles’ ears as he tore off his belt, his teeth snapped together as he pulled his length out and fucked into his fist, breathing into the other one to chase the fading scent that you left. 

he lost himself in his thoughts, imagining that it had been him who reduced you into a moaning mess. that it had been him who you came to for your heat; that it had been him who made you cry, your whimpers slipping past shut doors until everyone could hear your sweet cries.

miles has always been possessive, he doesn’t need the soul drive to know that.

his orgasm ripped through him in muted pleasure, not enough to stoke the heat rumbling deep in his belly.

“fuck!” he growled, frustration bubbling up into his mouth as he screwed his eyes shut, trying to forget the way you look; the way you walk, the way you shoot your hydra or the way you maneuver a bird as though you and the machine are one. 

but it was futile. he’s ruined. 

you’ve ruined him.

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tagging (pls lmk if you wanna be added or removed!) - @hinataashoyos @babyduk213 @ilovebluedilfss

#suns.f #miles quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch #atwow quaritch #quaritch avatar #avatar the way of water #suns

[sunandsstars]

So far what has been your fave Avatar fics?👀

this is a VERY late reply and i apologise but i needed to gather myself for a bit 💀 these are some of my faves

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Ma Miles - Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader by @mechformers

All the stars - Sully fam x Sully!Reader by @bartxnhood

Loyalty - Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader by @vinciwolf

My chrysanthemum - Jake sully x Reader by @mystar-girl57

Flaws N All - human/avatar Jake x reader by @persefolli

Pearl - Ao’nung x Sully!Reader by @neteyamslovrr

Kxani - Tsu’tey x avatar!reader by @neteyamslovrr

I see you - Jake sully x metkayina!reader by @heirtothekingdom

Pearl - neteyam x metkayina!reader by @eclipseatsea

my dear mates - Jake x Neytiri x Tsu’tey x reader by @ronwestbreeze

To you, worlds away - Jake sully x avatar!reader by @ronwestbreeze

Mawey, ma tiyawn- Jake x Na’vi!reader by @thewayofhim

kisses on my scars - ao’nung x metkayina!reader by @peachyst4r

Late night feels - recom!mansk x recom!reader by @whxre-bxby

This is what you came for - Recoms x Recom!reader by @whxre-bxby

I want to see mama too - Tsu’tey x Na’vi!reader by @avatarbyamara

Tsu’tey courting a female metkayina reader - Tsu’tey x metkayina!reader by @avatarbyamara

Anything from @tojigasm

I will soften every edge, hold the world to its best - Jake sully x Daughter!Na’vi!Reader by @neteyamsilly

Anything from @whereireid

colonels orders! - human!Miles x human!Lyle x human!reader by @youlikefanficdontyousquidward

Don’t be shy, sit - Tonowari x reader by @sunsents

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I also love anything that’s the text AUs, like the twitter stuff. They’re so funny to read

#masterlist 🖊️ #links #my fave fics! #love you all

[whxre-bxby]

"Special Appointment"

recom Mansk x human f. reader

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Summary: You're in charge of the physical and mental health of the recom team. Mansk has an appointment and he gets a massage. Little do you know, he has developed a crush on you which becomes fairly obvious during the appointment and there is a turn in events.

WARNING: SMUT, fluff, bad language, penetration, blowjob, fingering, breeding kink

Word Count: 5482

The RDA is a busy place to work in. On Earth, I had a lot to do already. On Pandora, my chores seemed to double. Luckily I’ve been slightly transferred from the research department to… whatever department this is. 

I studied Na’vi species. Their body structure, muscles, skeletons, genes, and organs. The psychology too. Their language, culture and behaviour. 

Now, I no longer have the desk job which I am thankful for. I was moved and assigned to the newly created recombinant team, to give them regular checkups and make sure everything was okay. 

Part of my job now was to give them physiotherapy. Not all of them needed it but even the smallest complaints of pain or pressure could be a fault in the system so I needed to look at it. 

Today, I had Mansk assigned to me. It was a check-up with an included massage because he wasn’t sleeping well. 

I had gotten to know most of the recom’s pretty well. Mansk was one of them. We’ve had a few previous appointments and I enjoy talking with him. He’s the only person who asks me questions back when he comes in. I definitely don’t expect anyone to do that but it does often make my day. Of course, I don’t tell Mansk that because I want to keep things professional but I look forward to having him come in. I’ve also never massaged him before so let’s see how it goes.

Lyle came in for one yesterday. Not because he needed it, he’s in good condition. He insisted he needed a massage so I just let it happen and he fell asleep before we were even half done. 

Anyway, I knew what I was doing. This was my job, after all, so there was no need to be nervous. It’s all going to be okay, he’s just going to take his… shirt off. And I will not stare OR make it awkward because I’m a professional at what I do and I’m still trying to get a raise so I can’t have anything going wrong!

He’s meant to be here in a few minutes so I get the room ready by putting away anything that wasn’t needed for this appointment. Since I wasn’t working in a laboratory anymore, I didn’t have to wear the stupid coat or the gloves. My clothes were more comfortable and that was part of the reason I preferred this over my previous job. 

The big and heavy metal door beeps and the light above it flashes green instead of red. They automatically open and outside it is a colleague in a lab coat and half of what I’m assuming is Mansk. 

Yes, the doors were absolutely humungous for me but apparently still not big enough for the Na’vi body. The person holding the clipboard direct the soldiers here and they nodded before turning to leave. 

Mansk slowly leaned down, tilting his upper body slightly forward and stepping into the room. At least the ceiling was high enough. 

“Don’t hit your head.” I say, smiling and quickly arranging my desk. 

Mansk grins and breathily answers “Yeah.” before scanning the room. 

“Hi, welcome back.” I greet him and he smiles. 

“Hey.” he nods and I point to the large chair. 

“Take a seat there and I’ll be right with you.” I say, finishing what I was doing. 

Mansk listens, walking over to it and taking a seat while moving his tail out of the way. He always paid extra attention to it here because he didn’t want to knock anything over. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” I say, turning around with all the necessary clean tools. 

He nods again. I noticed he didn’t talk much, only when it was important. Yet he would still go out of his way to ask me things. 

“How are you feeling?” I ask, stopping on his side and placing a few things on the trolly next to the chair. 

“Alright.” he said, straightening his posture on the seat. “How are you?” he asks. 

I chuckle and a smile forces itself onto my face. 

“I’m alright too, thanks for asking.” I say and he smiles. “You know this check-up is about you, not about me, right?” 

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a slight smirk. “Yeah, I know.” He says and I see myself in the reflection of his shades. 

“Do you mind if we take those off?” I ask, motioning to his sunglasses. “You can put them on again when we’re done.” 

He looks away and nods, taking them off and holding on to them. I smile. 

“Thanks.” 

I start with the check-up by examining his reflexes. The good old snapping next to the ears to see if they react. Everything worked well. 

Next, I need to check the eyes. I reach for the torch and then gently place my hand on the left side of his face to guide him to look towards me. 

I notice how his eyes widen as he watches me intently but lets me do what I need to. 

I turn on the torch to its weakest level and shine it in his right eye. He squints a little and his pupil shrinks. The other eye does the same. It’s healthy. I keep his head there while I put the torch away and I feel how his eyes continue to linger on me. 

I face him again, noticing that they are slightly red in the corners. Probably from lack of sleep. His eyes keep flicking back and forth, probably looking at mine but I refuse to let myself get distracted. Not that I didn’t want to. If I could I would sit down in his lap and stare into his eyes all day but I don’t want to make him uncomfortable because that would clearly be crossing the line and I would probably get fired. 

I smile, gently tapping his cheek with my fingertip in praise that it’s all good and I step away. 

“What happened to your face?” Mansk suddenly asks me and I remember the small scratch I have. 

I grin at the memory. “Me and a friend were messing around with paperwork and she threw some of it at me. It’s just a papercut, no biggie.” 

“Important paperwork?” he asks, smiling and looking up at me. 

“Don’t tell your Colonel or the General.” I slyly say and he chuckles, dropping his head and shaking it. 

I then scan over his braid, picking it up and checking whether everything is in its place. I pull it over his shoulder to make sure that it's still flexible like it should be. A Na’vi virus side effect is a stiff cord which is extremely painful, so luckily he doesn’t have that. 

He watches how my hand glides over his braid and has to suppress a shiver which I don’t notice. 

I move it down his queue and pinch the end of it gently while making sure he isn’t showing any signs of discomfort. The braid was very sensitive and it had to be handled gently or else it could potentially cause some disruption in the body. 

He stayed still so I examined the small strands that moved as if they had a life of their own. I didn’t touch them, I just looked. As long as they move, everything is fine. 

“Good, everything looks fine.” I say and flash him a reassuring smile before taking all the tools back to the cupboard. 

“You said your back hurt, right?” I ask him, to make sure I didn’t get it wrong. 

“Yeah.” 

“Did something happen?”

“Nah, I just slept badly.” 

I nod, writing it down. “Okay, then please remove your shirt and you can lie down over there.” 

He nods and I turn away to give him a little privacy just to keep everything comfortable as I finish my notes. I get out the oil that helps with cramps and sore muscles from the cupboard next to me while I hear him shuffling around and laying down. 

I turn around and walk to him with the bottle of oil in my hand. Since the mattress for him to lay on is the height of his waist, that makes it as tall as me so I have steps to climb on. 

Mansk turns his head to the side and grins. “You have steps?”

“Yep. We don’t talk about it.” I say, quickly shutting him down. 

“It’s cute.” he mumbles and the words make my heart race but I’m so in the character of the version of Y/N that doesn’t give a shit, that I can respond quickly. 

“I feel like a Chihuahua.” I say, making him chuckle again. 

I climb up and kneel next to him. Mansk is resting his head on his arms again and his tail is swaying around. 

“You have to keep your tail down for the next 20 minutes.” I say and he lifts his head. 

“Still too?” Mansk asks, seeming a little worried about that. The tail was hard for them to control. 

“No, just try to keep it flat down if possible.” I laugh and he drops his head in defeat before nodding. I knew he struggled to get it under control too.

He managed though and I climbed on top of him, placing my legs on either side of his waist. 

His tail was beneath me so I refused to sit down. Mansk’s ears were flattened back, focusing on me instead of pointing forwards. 

“Just relax now.” I say with a smile and he answers with a soft “Mhm”. 

I flick open the bottle, pouring some oil on my palm before rubbing it between both my hands to warm it up. 

I then place my hands on his bare back and notice him flinch a little. Goosebumps rise on his skin making me smile but I say nothing. 

I start working on his back, feeling his tense muscles and focusing on loosening them. 

As the minutes go by, Mansk grows more relaxed and lets his shoulder slump. 

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Occasionally, he sighs and I smile because it makes me feel better about my work when I know that he isn’t uncomfortable or in pain. 

I start telling him about the crisis I had with paperwork this morning because I know Mansk prefers listening over talking and he also prefers listening over silence. 

So when I speak and rant, he listens and gives me his attention and it often helps me blow off some steam. Sometimes he adds things like nods or agreeing noises or even questions. 

“Why was the deadline at 2:00 in the morning?” he asks, it sounding like a mumble though because his head is between his arms. 

“Ask my bitch of a boss. Never giving us a normal time to do anything. That’s why your appointment is this late.” I complain and I feel him chuckle. 

I work my way up his back, not leaving out a single spot. Apparently, I found a good area because Mansk is now letting out a few groans and his ears have drooped to the side. 

The noises he is making hypnotise me and I can’t get enough of it. I’ve zoned out a few times already, daydreaming while massaging him. Mansk is now suppressing them and it makes me wonder whether I did something wrong or whether he felt a change in the atmosphere. 

I also noticed he was no longer as relaxed as before and I tried to redo what I had previously done to ease the tension but it didn’t work. 

That didn’t stop me from continuing though. We had a few minutes left and I was working on his shoulders right now. 

Suddenly, I felt something brush up against the back of my leg and turned to see that Mansk’s tail was no longer down on the mattress. 

I was about to say something about it when it suddenly caressed my hip and then seemed to try and wrap around my thigh. I froze for a split second, watching it move. 

Was he doing this on purpose or was his tail once again acting up against his will?

I tried ignoring it, speeding up the massage because we were almost done. Maybe Mansk fell asleep? 

Then, I felt his tail brush the inside of my thigh which was so close to my crotch and it made me jump. I suddenly grew extremely nervous and decided to stop. 

“Okay, you’re all done.” I say, being so thankful that I didn’t stutter and trip over my words. 

I climb off Mansk, putting the bottle of oil away and when I turn back to him, he hasn’t moved at all. 

“You can come down now.” I say, trying to encourage him to get up because his appointment is finished. Not that I had anyone after him, he was the last person.

He runs a hand over his face and suddenly he seems frustrated. 

“I uhm- I can’t… get up.” he says and his words confuse me. 

“Does it still hurt?” I ask and he shakes his head no but I’m already returning back to where I was before. 

“Is it the same spot as before?” I ask and Mansk shakes his head and starts to panic slightly but keeps his composure as I climb back on him, running my hands down his back.

I notice how tensed up he is but he doesn’t seem sore anymore. 

“I can prescribe you a cream to relieve muscle pain.” I say, looking over to my cabinet again. 

Little did I know, Mansk needed to be relieved in a different way and of something else. But he would never dare tell me. 

Mansk thought of you too highly. You were like an angel to him and he appreciated every second he got to spend with you. Yes, he had developed a crush but he was denying it even to himself. He didn’t want to ruin what you had. 

Even though his new body was difficult to deal with and he had to put up with it needing more attention, he wouldn’t ever touch himself to the thought of you or anything like that. In his head, you were too good for him. He knew that if he got up, you would visibly see what had formed in his pants and he would probably kill himself or lock himself away forever if you would see him as some creep. 

But all that holding back had the tension in him just build up and he was currently having a very hard time suppressing his feelings. 

I lift my left leg up, ready to climb off of him but suddenly his tail is around my thigh and it’s keeping me there. I don’t move, wondering whether it will let go but it stays still, just holding me there. 

“Mansk?” I ask and I notice his head is raised but he seems to be avoiding me. 

In the next second, the tail tugs me down and I land on Mansk. My weight is now fully seated on his lower back and- 

…the beginning of his tail is pressed up right against my clothed pussy. The contact makes my breath hitch and I watch the muscles on his back flex. He must feel it too. 

Then, his tail moves and I gasp. His ears shoot to where my noise came from and he is gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly his knuckles have turned white. 

The smell of you fills the air and Mansk is able to pick it up. It makes his pupils widen a little and he bares his fangs while fighting himself to not turn around and touch you. 

I start to imagine what could be going on and while I can’t see his expression nor pick up any scent, I can feel how the atmosphere completely changes. 

The shift leads me to a conclusion of why Mansk isn’t turning around and why he is so tense all of a sudden. But since I’m not sure, I don’t want to risk too much. 

However, I will act on it slightly because I can see that his body language confirms my hypothesis and I’m the expert in that after all. 

“Mansk.” I say, with my voice more confident now and no longer shaky. His ears twitch back before flattening out again. Yeah, he heard me. 

I lift myself up a little while his tail still holds on to me. 

“Turn around.” It almost sounds like an order and it seems to surprise him a little. This time he inhales a shaky breath. 

“But uh- I can’t I have-” 

“Do it now.” I add and I watch him swallow nervously before he complies. His tail becomes loose around my thigh and he slowly turns around, to lie on his back while I give him some space. 

His face is tainted with an embarrassed blush, his ears are once again strained back and he refuses to meet my eyes. He’s just staring down at himself and he looks almost ashamed and guilty. I follow his gaze, letting my eyes trace down his bare torso until I see his problem. And with that, my theory is indeed confirmed. 

Mansk had a boner and he was clearly embarrassed about it. 

I inhale sharply and my lips part. I don’t know what to say but seeing him worked up like this is really doing it for me. I just need to know whether he feels like this about me or whether his body is just messing with him again. 

I move back a little so that I’m not right above it. Mansk’s eyes flicker up while his cheeks continue to burn. 

“Is this for me?” I ask with a smirk. “Or is it your Avatar messing up?”

Finally, Mansk looks at me. He looks like a puppy that just did something bad and is in trouble. 

He’s been trying to come up with any plausible excuse to save himself from this situation but your words hinted at amusement and now he wasn’t sure whether he should lie to get out of this or see where it goes. 

I notice he is hesitant so I decide to give him a little push. I move up, now hovering over his torso and staring down at him. Mansk watches me with wide blown eyes and perked-forward ears. 

“Come on, you can tell me.” I smirk again, taking one hand and tracing it along his collarbone and down to his chest. He shivers beneath me and his expression is changing from being hypnotised to fighting himself. 

“If you don’t want to I will leave.” I say, wanting him to know he has the option to get out of this if I really have misinterpreted this whole situation. 

“No-” he breathes out and I watch how defeat floods him. He’s given up on holding back. 

“Y/N I love you.” he blurts out and his words take me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. I can see he’s still deeply blushing but he’s just staring at me like a lovestruck idiot at this point and I’m starting to love this. 

“Yeah?” I ask, raising an eyebrow while a grin forms on my face. 

“Yeah.” he almost whispers. His voice gave out for a split second and he sounds hoarse now. 

“How much?” I tease, letting my fingertips dance on his glistening skin. 

“So much.” 

I just watch him in amusement. Who knew a big man like him would be so whipped and desperate? 

“I need you so bad.” he adds and it almost sounds like a whine. Yep, he’s losing his barrier of being an emotionless and quiet soldier. 

I chuckle, wrapping my fingers around his dog tag and leaning down to him. 

“Magic word.” I say, thriving in the fact that I have so much control over him who is 3 times as big as me. 

“Please.” he whispers and I grin. I lean down, keeping our faces just mere millimetres apart and then Mansk leans his head up and connects our lips. 

I kiss him and rest my hands on his chest while his own start to wander my body. I let him touch my waist and face, but the rest will have to wait for later. 

His hand travels down my back and once it passes my hip I pull away and smack it lightly. Mansk retreats his hand and stares up at me. 

“Not yet.” I say and the words make him shiver again. 

I sit back on him and let my hands glide over his torso. 

Slowly I inch to the waistband on his pants and soon I am sitting on his upper thighs while his erection is straining his pants in front of me. 

Mansk leans on his forearms to watch me and I grin at him again. 

“Can I?” I ask, teasing his skin while dipping my fingertips beneath the fabric. He shakily sighs and nods his head. 

“Words, baby.”

“Yeah…” 

I slowly open and tug down his pants, thereby noticing he isn’t wearing a belt for once. I pull them down his thighs along with the underwear beneath and he sighs in slight relief when his erection is freed. 

This time I gulp, staring at the size of it. It’s so big it blows my mind. I might have to rethink my strategy here. 

Mansk notices and seems a little worried. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he tells me and it warms my heart but the longer I see him like this the more I need him inside me. 

“I want to.” I say, leaning forward and kissing him again. “You’re so beautiful.” 

His ears perk forward and I take note that he likes the praise. 

I then sit back again and wrap one hand around him. Mansk shudders and bites his lip and then I do the same with my other hand. 

I stroke him a few times to test the waters and it seems to be working because Mansk is falling apart. 

I smile to myself when I see how his mouth is hanging open a little and how his breathing gets heavier. He groans when I tighten my grip a little.

I lean down after collecting saliva on my tongue and lick over his tip. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and he tightly clutches his hands into fists again. I hear Mansk whimper and I continue to lick the tip of his cock, running my tongue along the slit where what I think is precum is forming. 

I lick a long stripe from the base to the top before I wrap my lips around his tip and suck on him. Mansk throws his head back and his body shakes. 

He’s been so desperate for your touch for so long and he refused to ever take care of himself or acknowledge it so now he’s so much more sensitive to you, he can’t help himself but already spill all over your hands. 

Mansk is cumming and I try to swallow everything I can but the white ropes of cum are spurting out on me and my hands, it’s a mess. 

He’s breathing heavily and I watch how his dick is throbbing in my hand. I myself and completely hypnotised by it and I wonder whether it’s going to go soft but it doesn’t. 

Mansk has his head tilted back while he steadies his breath before he looks back at me. 

“Can you do another round?” I ask, licking some cum off my hand and then licking my lips. The sight of that has Mansk feeling sure that he can do it. 

“Fuck yeah.” he breathily says and I grin. 

I sit back on my legs and pull my top over my head while he watches me with heart eyes. 

I throw it to the side and quickly, my bra joins it on the floor. Mansk is speechless, still unable to wrap his head around the fact that you are doing this here with him. 

My shorts and underwear are gone in the next second and Mansk sighs while letting his lust-drunk eyes rest on the newly exposed parts of your body. 

He sits up once I’m naked but he keeps his hands on the side, not sure whether he is allowed to touch me or whether I even want that. 

“You’re so cute.” I smile at him, sliding my hand over his head while one of my hands holds his cheek. 

His cheeks heat up even more and he can’t suppress the big smile that formed on his face. 

“Who’s making you blush this bad, huh?” I ask, in a teasing manner and he chuckles, dropping his head but doesn’t answer because we both know the answer. 

I lean forward and connect our lips once again. This time we are closer and I arch my bare chest into him. 

The make-out session is heavy and soon he builds up the confidence to touch me. It starts out small, with his fingertips lingering on my thigh. Then he holds my waist.

I grow impatient, wanting to feel more so I take his arm and wrap it all the way around me. Mansk presses me right against him, wanting to be as close to me as possible and he moves his kisses from my lips to my jaw before he starts to mark my neck in hickeys. I don’t even care if they will be visible, I need him more than anything right now. 

I run my hands along his shoulders, appreciating every part of his body that I can and then my fingertips reach his braid and I let my hand glide down it. Mansk sighs into the crook of my neck and I decide that I need to feel him now. 

I look down between us and grind myself down against him. He stops what he’s doing and relishes in the feeling before leaning back a little. 

I watch as his hand travels between our bodies and he rubs the inside of my thigh before gliding his finger over my pussy. I whine, forgetting how good it felt to be touched like that. Maybe I needed this just as much as he did. 

He was rubbing me and I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. 

Before long, he pushes his finger halfway into me and I tensed up. It was obviously much bigger than my fingers and already stretched my walls a little but I tried relaxing again. He carefully pulled it out and repeated this action, thrusting it in a little further each time. 

After a while, Mansk was fingering me knuckle-deep and then he added a second fingers and I held on tightly to his arm. 

“Fuck-” I whimper and he just leans down and presses his head against mine in a form of comfort. 

“You’re so pretty.” he whispers, making me blush. I hide my face by pressing it against his torso and he smiles. 

I finally start to relax and it feels good but just then Mansk pulls his fingers out of me. I watch as he puts them in his mouth and licks them clean and it makes my heart skip a beat. 

“God you taste amazing.” he groans, kissing my cheek before reaching for his dick which is almost pressing up against his stomach. 

I lift my waist up a little more and Mansk supports me by holding my hip. He lines himself up with me, pressing his tip against my entrance. 

“Go slow, please.” I say, a little worried about how it will feel. 

“Yes ma’am.” he smiles, pressing his forehead against mine and rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. 

Slowly I lower myself down and I feel the resistance. I adjust my position a little and push myself further down until finally, his tip pushes inside me. 

Mansk’s mouth drops open and he relishes in the feeling of how I’m hugging him. 

Even this would be fine with him. He just needs to make sure you feel good.

I clench my teeth together, stopping for a moment before letting myself sink down. The further inside me he goes the thicker he becomes and I’ve never felt anything like this before. 

Mansk isn’t pushing me down at all, he’s letting me go at my own pace. Meanwhile, his eyes are fluttering closed and he’s trying to gather all his self-control to not spill just from how tight you are around him now.

I don’t manage to bottom out but neither of us expected that. He hit my cervix with his tip and he was just a little over halfway inside me. 

I dig my nails into his skin, trying to fight back the discomfort and closing my eyes. Mansk notices and gets worried. 

“I’m sorry…” he softly says, guiltily looking at me to make sure I’m still okay. 

“Don’t be. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” I say and give him a smile before readjusting myself on him. 

“You feel so good.” he whimpers, cradling my body with one arm while holding himself up with the other. 

I smile, glad that I can please him. 

For the next two minutes, I just stay like that, needing to get used to him. 

After that, it doesn’t feel like such an intrusion and I nod. 

“It’s okay now.”I breathe out and his eyes shoot open and meet mine. He returns the nod and I slowly move up before letting myself sink down. 

I set a slow pace and know that I won’t manage to keep it for long. Luckily Mansk helps me out by guiding my movements. 

It starts feeling good and with time my legs turn to rubber and it’s Mansk who is moving me up and down his length. Both his hands are on my waist while mine rest on his shoulders and he’s effortlessly lifting me before pushing me down again. One would think that the person on top has control but that is definitely not the case. 

As soon as the first moan leaves my lips, it encourages Mansk to pick up the pace a little. 

His ears are once again strained back as he focuses on making us both feel good. 

My eyes are glossy because I’ve never felt so full in my life and he was managing to hit all the good spots inside me at once. 

“Mansk-” I moan, starting to feel hazy. “Don’t stop.” 

He hisses, your words making a volcano of butterflies erupt in his stomach. 

“Y/N- I can’t hold it much longer.” Mansk pants. 

“It’s okay, I’m almost there…” I reply, feeling the tension build up in my lower abdomen. His hand dives between our bodies again and suddenly his thumb is rubbing against my clit. 

I moan out his name again, letting my own head fall back while Mansk continues to fuck me down on him. 

I feel his dick twitch and his eyes close as he chases his high. It’s all too much for me and with the next thrust, he pushes me over the edge. 

My pussy clenches around him as if it weren’t already tight enough and it drives Mansk feral. He’s cumming right behind me, filling me up while I see stars. My body trembles while he presses us together again to keep us grounded in reality. 

I gasp for air, leaning against him for stability while his hot breath fans against my back. 

“Holy shit.” I whisper and he chuckles. I notice how his cum isn’t dripping out of me. That’s how tight it is for him. I feel a little sore now that the pleasure is gone but I remain close to him. 

We pull away a little and Mansk gazes into my eyes. He’s about to say something but I cut him off with a kiss. Of course, he doesn’t complain. 

When I pull back I smile, realising I’m in love with him too. He’s the best person I know here. Why not give it a shot?

“I think I love you too.” I whisper and my words make his eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting that either but it made him smile. 

“Let me take you out some time.”  he suggests and I giggle, looking down. 

“Sure.” I reply and Mansk pulls me into a hug. 

We clean ourselves up and he sets a day for the date. 

“See you tomorrow.” he says as he leaves. 

“Don’t be late!” I call after him with a grin. 

“I wouldn’t dare to. I’m meeting you.” he says, turning around with a grin. That was so cheesy it made me blush. Fuck.

This evening went much better than expected.

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