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pragerswoman · 11 months ago

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Hi! Love your work

Could you do something smutty with Ja x reader x brown (and maybe x Lopez?😏)

Like them sneaking around wanting to keep their relationship a secret, but also not being able to keep their hands from each other?

Secret love

Pairing: y/n X brown x Lopez and ja

Warnings: smut, MDNI, NSFW

A/n: hope you enjoy 😄

Y/n stretched languidly, the late afternoon sun painting a warm glow across the worn wooden floorboards of their quaint apartment. The gentle hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of the city outside were the only sounds that pierced the silence, a stark contrast to the sound of the morning's training session. The smell of sweat and the faint tang of antiseptic from the gym still clung to her skin, a testament to the intensity of her workout. Her muscles ached in a way that was both comforting and invigorating, a reminder of the physical exertion that had pushed them to their limits.

Ja, Brown, and Lopez had been inseparable that day, their laughter echoing through the gym as they sparred and pushed each other to new heights. The trio had a palpable chemistry, their movements a dance of power and precision that captivated any onlooker. They were a formidable force, each bringing their unique style to the training sessions that left the other gym-goers in awe. Y/n felt a thrill every time she stepped into the ring with them, their hearts beating in time with the thud of fists and the slap of skin.

After the final round, as the shadows grew longer and the air cooled, the four of them stumbled out of the gym, the echoes of their laughter fading into the street. They walked in a comfortable silence, their bodies weary but their spirits high. Y/n glanced at their watch, a flicker of excitement playing across her features. They had a plan, a secret that only they knew. As they approached the apartment complex, Y/n discreetly unlocked the door to her room, the others following closely behind.

The room was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the outside world didn't matter. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft light across the rumpled bed, and the faint scent of lavender filled the space. The door clicked shut behind them, and Y/n turned to face her secret partners in passion, a knowing smile playing on their lips. They had all been waiting for this moment, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

Y/n's heart raced as she led Ja, Brown, and Lopez into the room, the anticipation of what was about to happen a heady cocktail in their veins. They had been dancing around this moment for weeks, the desire between them growing with every shared glance and secret touch. Now, with the door closed and the world outside forgotten, it was finally time to indulge in the passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

Ja was the first to move, his strong arms wrapping around Y/n's waist as he pulled her into a fiery kiss. Brown and Lopez watched for a moment, their eyes dark with hunger, before they too closed the distance, their hands exploring and claiming the flesh that had been denied them for so long. Clothes were peeled away, revealing the sculpted muscles and scars earned from countless battles. Each touch was a declaration of lust and love, a silent promise of the pleasure that was to come.

The bed groaned under their combined weight as they tumbled onto it, a tangle of limbs and passion. Y/n moaned into the pillow, the feeling of being surrounded by her lovers overwhelming in the best way possible. Brown's soft kisses trailed down her spine as Lopez's nimble fingers traced the contours of her body, setting every nerve alight. The room was a blur of sensation, each caress and whispered word sending shivers down their spine. Y/n had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire.

Ja's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of Y/n's neck, eliciting a gasp that was swallowed by another deep kiss. The warmth of their bodies melded together, creating a symphony of skin on skin, of breaths mingling and heartbeats syncing. Hands roamed, exploring the peaks and valleys of their forms, as tongues danced and tasted the salt of sweat. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled their actions.

Brown's calloused hands slid over Y/n's firm ass, gripping tightly as he positioned himself, the tip of his erection teasing at the entrance to her body. Y/n's legs parted instinctively, welcoming the invasion, craving the feeling of fullness that only Brown could provide. With one powerful thrust, Brown filled y/n completely, the sound of their union echoing in the quiet room. Y/n's body arched off the bed, a keening cry escaping her lips as pleasure shot through them like a bolt of lightning.

Lopez, not to be outdone, straddled Y/n's chest, his hard length brushing against the soft mounds of her tits. Y/n's eyes locked onto Lopez's, the intensity of her gaze a silent command. Lopez took the hint, guiding himself into Y/n's eager mouth, the salty taste of his arousal a heady cocktail on her tongue. The rhythm grew faster, each thrust from Brown matching the suckling pull of Y/n's mouth on Lopez, creating a crescendo of sensation that had their heads spinning.

Ja watched the erotic display with a fiery intensity, his own need growing with every gasp and moan that filled the room. He slid down the bed, his hands gliding over Y/n's stomach, teasing their way to the juncture of her thighs. With a deft touch, he found Y/n's clit, already swollen and begging for attention. As they began to rub, Y/n's hips bucked, a muffled cry vibrating against Lopez's shaft. The pressure grew, a tight coil of desire deep within them, threatening to unravel at any moment.

With a low growl, Ja positioned himself behind Y/n, his own need demanding to be sated. He lubricated his cock with the slickness of Y/n's desire before pressing against the tight ring of muscle that guarded her ass. Y/n's eyes widened in anticipation, the thrill of the forbidden act sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. With one hand braced on Brown's hip, she pushed back, impaling herself on Ja's thick length. The initial burn of penetration gave way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to bear.

Y/n's body tensed, her muscles tightening around both men as they felt the beginnings of an orgasm that threatened to shatter them into a million pieces. Lopez, watching the erotic tableau unfold beneath him, could feel his own climax approaching, their hips moving in time with the others.

The air was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the guttural groans of pleasure, and the wet noises of bodies joined in an intimate dance of desire. Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as they felt the coil of pleasure tighten, her entire being focused on the point where Brown and Ja entered her. They could feel the heat building, a pressure that grew more intense with every heartbeat.

Brown's strokes grew deeper, the friction against her g-spot driving Y/n wild. Lopez's hips moved in time with the rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Y/n's mouth in a steady, punishing rhythm. Y/n's moans grew louder, vibrating around Lopez, sending him spiraling closer to the brink. Suddenly, it was too much, the dam burst, and Y/n's body spasmed around both men as she reached their peak, her orgasm tearing through them like a tempest.

Her cries of pleasure were muffled by Lopez's length, but the shudders that rocked her body and the way her muscles clamped down around Brown's cock told the whole story. Brown groaned, his own release following close behind, filling Y/n completely as she collapsed against the mattress. Lopez pulled out, his seed spilling over Y/n's chin and chest as he too succumbed to the waves of ecstasy.

For a moment, the room was silent except for their ragged breathing. They lay all there, entwined and spent, the afterglow of their passion warming their skin. It was a secret they had all agreed to keep, a sacred bond that no one outside these four walls would ever know about. The thought of it being shared with others was unbearable, a violation of the trust they had built over months of training, sweat, and shared dreams.

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7s3ven · 11 months ago

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UNDER THE MASK pt 1 - collecting samples. recoms (avatar)

IN WHICH… the marine recoms find out the scientist they’ve been teasing for about a month now has more to offer than they thought.

Notes: scientist! recom! reader, a little suggestive, indecent jokes from the recoms (just a bunch of flirtatious, inappropriate jokes from the recoms tbh)

( includes fike, mansk, quaritch, brown, and lyle )

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You didn’t asked to be revived in the form of a Na’vi body. You thought the RDA was only taking a precaution when they asked you to consent to the program. You didn’t expect to actually wake up after your death in an entirely new body.

You were one of the only scientists brought back from the dead; there were seven of you in total. The rest were military soldiers.

You didn’t remember much about your old life. Though, it wasn’t really yours to begin with. You just had the memories of a woman.

Your sole purpose on Pandora remained largely the same after your revival. You continued to dedicate your life to science and medicine as the faint memories of your old life swirled around in your mind.

You were the first recombinant to be brought back. The RDA thought it was best to revive the scientists before the soldiers. They were right. You were much calmer than they expected, fascinated by your new blue skin and swishing tail. A year later, the soldiers were revived.

You were expecting to remain uninteresting to them. After all, they never paid you much attention when you were human. But you had Grace to blame for that. She always swiftly hid you when Colonel Miles Quaritch and his team walked by, knowing the Marines had a taste for women who looked and acted like you.

Unfortunately, as one of the only females in the operation, the soldiers noticed you a lot more. Ja and Prager only sent you lazy smiles as you passed, fully intent on letting you do your thing, but five other military recoms were a nuisance to your daily life.

The annoying military Recombinants—Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Fike, and Brown—were a rough bunch, the kind of men who thrived in the presence of violence. You were the complete opposite of them, preferring the quiet lab and rarely ever talking back. The difference between you and them couldn’t have been more obvious, and boy, did they love to remind you.

You were no stranger to wandering glances. You noticed them back when you were human. Yet, you still felt uncomfortable when the Marine recoms stared at you.

Every time you passed by their little group, they turned silently, their gazes watching your every move. Today was no different from that. You clutched the data pad in your left hand as you strolled through the base, on your way to the science lab once again. You noticed the dreaded group almost immediately; they were laughing pretty loud after all.

They were all leaning against the wall, exchanging teasing remarks. Mansk was the first to spot you. He whispered to his teammates and the mood suddenly shifted. Your ears pinned against your head in annoyance as you passed them, feeling their eyes burning into you.

They said nothing for the first second before Lyle opened his mouth. “Hey, Doc!” He loudly called out. You paused, glancing over your shoulder. You knew if you ignored them, they’d just follow you and you’d get no work done. “Looking good in that body. How about you come check on me later? I might need a… personal examination.” You didn’t have to look to know he had a snarky grin on his lips.

Quaritch deeply chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Not necessarily good ones, though. “Careful, Wainfleet. She might take you up on that offer if she didn’t have her hands full.” His eyes roamed your body, not even trying to hide it. You felt your face heat up.

Your tail swished from side to side in frustration, which only encouraged them. You began walking again, merely rolling your eyes at the remarks. However, Mansk didn’t let you go so easily.

“Don’t be coy, Doc. You’re practically part of the team now. Why don’t you join us for some drinks?” He pushed himself off the wall and stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“You’ve got us all wondering what you’re hiding under that lab coat.” Brown chimed in with a smirk. You lightly huffed, casually stepping around Mansk.

You wouldn’t usually reply to their biting comments but you were on your last nerve today. “I’m here to do a job.” You said, “And so are you. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you stopped annoying me.”

You tried to walk off but a firm tug held you back from important work. “Feisty today, aren’t we?” It was Quaritch. You pulled your arm back, lips curving into an unimpressed frown.

“I am not here for your blatant entertainment, Colonel. I’m here to get my research done.”

Despite your sharp tone, Fike still muttered something to Mansk that had them both snickering. You clenched your jaw.

Quaritch’s grin widened at your words. “You definitely find a way to keep things interesting, Doc. If you ever need a break from all that chatter in your brain, we’ll be happy to relieve some stress.” His voice dipped into a suggestive tone, and you knew what he was implying.

You took a deep breath, barely holding onto the last of your calmness. “I have work to do, Colonel.” You briskly walked away, the sound of your boots growing fainter as you shoved past the laboratory doors.

You sat at your desk for a minute, calming yourself from the annoyance bubbling up. No matter how hard you tried to stay focused on this godforsaken planet, the weight of the soldiers’ gazes and their various taunts still drew a reaction.

You knew you’d be seeing them much sooner than you liked. You were due to collect some samples and you needed someone to keep guard. Though, the RDA gave you five idiots to keep watch instead.

An hour after your run-in with the particular group of soldiers, you were forced to see them again. You trudged through the base, trying to delay the process. You saw them waiting outside, tapping their boots against the floor impatiently. They were expecting to see another scientist, a less amusing one, but when you swung the door open, they grinned.

“Let’s get this over and done with.” You muttered, pushing past them.

You hated Pandora but you could never hate the beauty of it. Sometimes you wished you had been born Na’vi so you could appreciate everything the dangerous world had to offer.

The jungle was alive with sounds and the chittering of animals as you moved carefully through the vegetation, ducking occasionally to avoid a tree branch. You stopped every five minutes to take a sample, labelling it and storing it away before continuing on your way.

You knew you weren’t alone, you had five military recoms trailing after you, and that made everything less beautiful. Their forms moved heavily through the foliage, not really caring where they stepped. The group was meant to keep you safe but they only felt like a distraction.

You were observing a particularly interesting plant before you heard the rather obnoxious voice of the Colonel. “What’s the matter, Doc? We got you all hot and bothered?”

Your ears flicked at the unnecessary remark. “Only doing my job, Colonel.” You muttered, careful not to show any emotion Quaritch would use against you.

“That all you’re doing?” Lyle piped up, the grin evident in his voice. “You should be focusing on something else. Like us.”

Oh, how you wished to throw a rock at him or shove a handful of dirt into his mouth.

You heard Mansk snicker as you straightened up, walking further into the forest without another world. You had no intent of taking part in their banter.

“Don’t be so cold, Doc.” Fike called after you as they followed close behind. “We’re just tryna keep you company, can’t have you lonely out here.”

You wished you were alone. Perhaps you should have specifically requested for Z-dog and Walker to accompany you instead.

You slowed down and that was enough for Quaritch to take long strides to stand behind you. His tall frame casted a shadow over you as he fell into unified steps. “Loosen up, Doc. This’d be a lot more fun if you did.” Again, he didn’t try to hide the way his gaze flickered to your chest. He was never subtle in the slightest.

Your grip tightened on your tool kit as your tail flicked him. “For the last time, I’m here to collect data.” You coolly said, “That’s all.”

Quaritch chuckled, “Can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re the only interesting thing out here.”

“Yeah.” Brown, who wasn’t too far behind, voiced. “Watching you work is a nice change from the military crap.” You would have preferred if they were actually doing their jobs instead of focusing on you.

You ignored them to the best of your ability but it was difficult with the group almost circling around you, their remarks growing bolder by the second.

You were scanning a tree when Lyle broke your trance of concentration. He leaned in, "You know, if you ever need a different kind of data… We’re more than happy to volunteer."

You quickly recoiled, a little disgusted at his words. Quaritch placed a hand on your lower back before you could step away. “Easy, Doc.” He uttered, “Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall.”

You held back a scoff. “Can you all just stop?” You said, the frustration seeping into your voice. “I’m trying to collect data here, and you’re all acting like animals.”

They clearly enjoyed your reaction. Mansk steeped forward, “You don’t like our attention, baby?”

You almost succumbed to the urge of throwing a pair of scissors in his face. “I’m collecting samples. If you have nothing scientific to say then leave me alone.”

Quaritch raised his hands in mock surrender yet the smug smirk on his face never faltered. “Alright, we’ll back off.” You doubted that.

The uneasy feeling of their eyes never truly disappeared. You could hear their muffled laughter and murmured comments following you, a reminder that you still weren’t alone.

Barely an hour had passed before the sky darkened. You didn’t think much of it before the first raindrop hit your nose. You tilted your head up, eyes scanning the sky. It only took a second for a heavy downpour to drench you. The droplets of water crashed against the ground with such intensity that it made it hard to see, and it almost hurt.

“Shit.” Quaritch muttered over the booming thunder. “Everyone, under the trees!”

Mansk, the closest recom to you, grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you under the nearby tree. The canopy offered some form of shelter but still not a lot. It did little to keep you dry.

Your clothes were already soaked, specifically your thin shirt. It uncomfortably clung to your skin. Your straight hair was curling in the humidity, sticking to your face.

Lyle shook his head like a wet dog, his braid sending water flying everywhere. You covered your face to block the droplets. “This rain is something else.” He said, “Never seen such a heavy downpour.”

Mansk was the first to check up on you since the rain. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Doc, you look a little… soaked.” His eyes lingered on your drenched form while you glared at him.

You tugged at your shirt, a fruitless attempt to keep it from sticking to your skin. The fabric was nearly transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Mansk’s words had brought you the undivided attention of his teammates.

“This weather is really doing a number on you, Doc.” Quaritch drawled as he leaned against the thick tree trunk.

“It’s only rain, Colonel.” Your response came out sharper than you intended it to. But you knew even if you screamed at him, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of hard not to look.” He chuckled.

Fike, who was standing on your left, smirked as you tried to wring out your shirt. “That’s one way to distract us. Keep it up and we might forget why we’re out here.”

Lyle was the next to comment. “Loving the view, Doc.”

You shot Lyle a look before forming your arms over your chest. “Let’s just focus on staying dry.” You grumbled.

“Don’t worry, Doc. We’re just appreciating the scenery, right boys?” Quarditch’s gaze shamelessly traced every curve that was now exposed by your wet clothes.

You opened your mouth to snap back but the words never rolled off your tongue. Quarditch had reached out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. His warm touch lingered for longer than necessary before pulling away.

You impatiently waited for the rain to stop but as the long minutes dragged by, you lost hope. It had been half an hour of a continuous downpour and you were still soaked, forced to shiver as you paced back and forth.

Quaritch and his team had settled at the base of the tree, sitting in a circle and trading jokes. They seemed unconcerned about the delay while you were basically gnawing at your fingertips.

Your tail flicked back and forth as you paced, flicking droplets of water with every step and narrowly avoiding whacking Mansk. The longer you waited, the less time you had to gather data. You were already on a tight schedule.

Quaritch noticed your unease and he parted his lips to speak up. “What’s wrong, Doc? Can’t stay still for two seconds?” He teased. You glowered at him.

“I don’t have time for this, Colonel. I have limited time and this damn rain is wasting it.”

“Relax, sweetheart. You’ll get your samples eventually.” Lyle butted in. You gritted your teeth, the tip of your tail swaying in annoyance.

“That isn’t good enough.” You seethed.

“Pacing isn’t gonna make it any better.” Fike called out.

Quaritch looked up at you, sending you his signature smirk. You despised what he was going to say next. “I’m sure we can find a way to occupy you, Doc. Just to pass the time.” There was nothing innocent about his words.

“I don’t have time for distractions, Colonel.” Every time you tried to push him and his team away, they tried to reel you back in.

Quaritch was clearly amused by you. You turned to watch the rain again, your patience wearing thin.

You waited for another ten minutes. You tried to sit still for as long as you could before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck it.” You cussed, grabbing your tool kit. The recoms watched as you stepped out from under the tree without a word, letting the hard rain hit you again.

“Hey, where you going, Doc?” Lyle exclaimed, though his tone sounded more amused than concerned as the soldiers watched you.

You didn’t reply as you stalked forward, determined to collect as much data as you could, even if it meant catching a cold later.

“Guess she’s serious about that data,” Mansk commented with a chuckle.

The recoms watched as you disappeared into the jungle. None of them stopped your stubborn pursuit as you marched through the rain despite the miserable conditions.

“Do you think maybe she’s just crazy?” Fike voiced.

It took you twenty minutes to trudge back to the group. You were drenched and shivering and overall not in very good condition. But at least the last sample rested safely in your kit.

Your shirt was completely see-through by this point. It offered you no protection against the frigid rain. You maintained some of your calm composure despite the chills racking your body.

The soldiers were still lounging under the tree, only raising their heads when they heard the sound of a twig snapping. They all stared at you in amusement as you finally reached them.

Quaritch immediately locked eyes with you. “Look who’s back. You look like you’ve been through hell, Doc.” His eyes scanned the small tears in your shirt.

It surely felt like you had. You were glad the soldiers weren’t there to witness you tripping.

“Shut your trap.” You sneered, dropping the sampling kit before sitting down and slumping against the tree. “I fucking fell down a hill and into a river. Hit a few trees too. Hurt like a bitch.” They had never heard such strong language from you but then again, they didn’t know you had the willpower to walk through the heavy rain.

Lyle whistled lowly, “Damn, Doc, you’re practically giving us a free show over here.”

You didn’t reply. Your ears were pinned back against your head in annoyance as you watched the rain. “Let’s just get out of here.” You grumbled, going to collect your supplies before Quarditch grasped your arm.

“No can do, Doc. The rain ain’t letting up and we can barely see a meter in front of us. We’ll get lost or some of us might fall down a hill. Again.” He grinned, showing off his fangs as he searched your face for a reaction.

“We can’t stay out here for the night.” You fired back. “We’ll get eaten alive.”

“Nah. This area is relatively safe. Good thing we didn’t go too deep into the forest.” Quaritch’s tail lightly flicked, showing he was in no hurry to get back to the base.

You tilted your head back, almost hissing in frustration. You didn’t want to be stuck out in the forest with these military imbeciles. You didn't want to admit it, but Quaritch had a point; you could barely see the next tree over.

Agonising hours dragged by as the rain poured down. The soldiers aimed to entertain themselves, sometimes throwing a few teasing remarks your way. You merely rolled your eyes at their jeers.

"Alright, Lyle, time to pull out the tent. Looks like we're stuck here for the night." You heard Quaritch mutter. To your surprise, you watch as Lyle pulls a tent from his bag. You let the soldiers set it up, knowing you wouldn't be of much help anyway.

"Ladies first, Doc." Quaritch grinned, stepping aside for you to enter. Your tail flicked him in annoyance as you brushed past him. The interior of the tent was large, tall enough to fit your avatar bodies, but it was still a tight squeeze. Your Na'vi body was well-built, your arms toned from the harsh terrain, but the soldiers were almost huge. They were tall with large muscles, taking up almost all the space.

Military gear and supplies were strewn all over the floor of the tent, making it impossible to walk without stepping on something. The heavy droplets of rainwater hammered down onto the tent's fabric, creating a sort of ambience.

Your shirt, which had taken most of the rain, clung to your skin uncomfortably. The cold was beginning to seep through, making it hard to focus. You shifted around, lightly groaning.

With a sigh of exasperation, you had reached a breaking point. You lifted your wet shirt over your head, peeling the thin fabric off. You weren't particularly concerned with how the soldiers' eyes flickered to stare at your bra. You were just glad that awful shirt was off.

As you began to wring the water out of the shirt, Quaritch spoke up. He let out a low whistle before speaking. "Didn't expect this kind of show, Doc." Oh, how insufferable he was.

The tent felt even smaller now with how their gazes lingered on you. You settled into a dry corner of the tent, wrapped in a towel. Your eyes were drooping before Lyle made a biting remark. You quickly grabbed your shirt, throwing it at him. It hit Lyle in the face with a loud slap.

The soldier yelped in surprise and stumbled back. "Watch it!" he exclaimed. His teammates burst into laughter, their amusement evident.

"That's one way to shut him up," Quaritch said through a small laugh.

You eventually dosed off, exhausted and sick of the icy cold. The soldiers stayed awake, their guns at the ready. They lowly murmured amongst themselves, continuing their playful banter.

Lyle nudged Quaritch, a grin spreading across his face. "Look at that, Colonel. The Doc's out like a light." Your tail was lazily draped over your body as you curled up into a ball to retain warmth.

Mansk leaned in, lowering his voice. He didn't want to accidentally wake you and end up being slapped in the face with a shirt like Lyle. "You think she'll be annoyed if we keep making these jokes?"

"Nah, she's out cold." Fike softly chuckled under his breath.

Brown glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "Think she's dreaming 'bout us?" He lightly snorted.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his gaze still focused on your still body. "Careful now. If Doc wakes up and hears you say that, she won't be so friendly."

Lyle quietly laughed, "Yeah, you don't wanna get hit in the face with that shirt, trust me."

The quiet atmosphere was interrupted by a shrill cry. It was unsettling, making the soldiers jump in surprise. The sound cut through the night enough to jolt you awake. You blinked dazedly, squinting in the dim light.

"What is that noise?" You groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. Your annoyance was apparent as you moved the tent flaps aside. You stumbled out, the rain hitting you like a sturdy wall. You shielded your face from the heavy downpour, your gaze searching through the storm. You found the culprit—a large bird the size of your long torso rummaging through the scattered gear you had dropped.

"Get out of here!" You yelled, throwing a rock at the strange creature. The bird squawked again before scrambling off, leaving your seething form in the rain.

You re-entered the tent in worse condition than before. The soldiers tried to suppress their amusement as you shook off the water.

Lyle didn't even try to hide his laughs. "You're back at square one, Doc. Might need to take your pants off this time." You ignored him, returning to your previous spot.

"We’ll have to put a bell on you so you don't end up in the rain," Quaritch added, only humiliating you more.

You slumped against the side of the tent, stuck between a state of sleep and awareness. You jumped again when the same screech erupted from outside, testing your patience.

You slowly pushed yourself up once more. The gazes of the soldiers burned into you, clearly amused. The bird had not learned its lesson from the first time, plucking up the courage to scour through your gear once more. You saw how its beady eyes glanced at you, glinting with mischief.

"I've had enough of you!" You exclaimed, "You keep interrupting my sleep! And get away from my stuff!" You launched yourself at the bird, tackling it. Its screams escalated in volume as you swatted at the animal. It tried to avoid your advances, darting and hissing at you.

The soldiers poked their heads out of the tent, wanting to watch the chaos unfold. "Never thought I'd see a scientist take on a wild animal."

"Yeah, get some, Doc!" Lyle shouted, "Beat that thing!"

Fike turned to Quaritch, lightly nudging him. "You think she'll give up any time soon?" He muttered.

The Colonel shook his head, huffing in amusement. "Not a chance."

The bird scampered off, and you turned around, drenched but victorious. You ignored the soldiers' encouraging shouts as they clapped you on the back. You were desperate for rest, even if it meant fighting an animal. Everything began to settle down again, finally, until that bird returned.

"Oh, that is it!" You screamed. Your rage boiled over. "I'm going to cook that thing!" Lyle quickly grasped your shoulder, holding you back.

"Hey, calm down, Doc!" He shouted.

"I've had enough of that bird! I'm hungry! I'm gonna cook it if it doesn't shut up!" You tried to wriggle out of Lyle's grip, ears pinned back in anger and fangs bared.

"Might wanna rethink that, Doc. We ain't in the middle of a kitchen." Quaritch spoke up.

Eventually, you calmed down. You reluctantly sat down beside Mansk in the circle, arms folded over your chest in frustration. "You look cold, angel," Mansk commented, earning a glare from you.

"No, I'm perfectly warm. I might be sweating a little." You sarcastically replied, mockingly fanning your face. Mansk handed you his jacket, but you hesitated before taking it. Slowly, you slipped it on, wrinkling up your nose at the smell of his strong cologne rubbing off on you.

As handy as ever, Lyle pulled out a portable battery heater after noticing your intense shivering. "Forgot I had this." He laughed while Fike and Brown rolled their eyes. The heater softly hummed, and you almost closed your eyes at the much-needed warmth.

The soldiers fell back into their usual conversation, keeping their voices low so as to not disturb you.

"You finally warming up, Doc?" Quaritch glanced at you with a small smile, though it was more of a smirk.

You silently lifted your hand, showing him the middle finger. He chuckled, not offended in the slightest. After an endless night of rain and exhaustion, you finally drifted off. Your head lolled to the side, falling onto Mansk's shoulder while your tail was draped over Lyle's lap.

Mansk glanced down at you with a grin, his eyes trailing over the curve of your tail. He lowly chuckled, "I could get used to this. Not every day you get a warm spot and a cozy tail.”

The other soldiers exchanged glances as they caught the meaning behind Mansk's joke. You slept soundly while the Marines kept watch, their guns nearby. They continued to banter amongst themselves while allowing you to gain the rest you desperately needed.

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herefortheblues · 2 years ago

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Confusing Words

Recoms(Zdog and Lyle) x Child!Reader

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

Warnings: none

This is my first fic so it is pretty short

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tomb

Bomb

Comb

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

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

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

"That's comb."

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

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

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

Her little rant pulled a chuckle from the group.

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

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

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

"Oh come on!"

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

#recoms x reader #Recoms x child reader #recom mansk #recom lyle wainfleet #recom zdinarsk #recom zdog #atwow fanfiction #child reader #X child reader #recom brown #x reader #x y/n #x you #fluff fic #avatar fluff #atwow #blurb

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prager-lover · 2 years ago

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If I did headcannons/oneshots of separate recoms and how they'd be with their child and reader as an s/o, would y'all be interested?? If so, tell me what recoms y'all prefer

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iliketangerines · 1 year ago

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jealousy

a/n: hate the character, love the possible redemption arc

pairing: recom!quaritch x afab!human!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating

you frown as you watch Quaritch from across the room, one of the younger nurses flirting with the recom, and you focus back on Brown and checking his vitals

he gives you a lazy salute and then walks out of the medical wing as you finish off with his inspection, and you frown as the nurse places a hand on one of Quartich’s thick bicep

turning away from him, you finish writing off the notes and sigh, clearing your throat and head to the front desk to clock out

as you punch in your id number and head out of the medical wing, you hear Quartich call out your name, and you turn to see him lightly jogging towards you, giving you that famous smirk of his

he tells you to wait up, and you sigh and give him a weak smile, letting him walk up to you and tower over your small form

smiling at you, he holds his hand out, and you give him yours to let him give you a soft kiss on the back of your hand, a routine you had gotten quite used to

but the smile on your face doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and Quaritch’s lips slightly downturn at the awkward smile on your face

getting down on one knee, he gets face-level with you and asks what was wrong, and you sigh and avoid his gaze and wave him off, saying that nothing was wrong

he frowns and rolls his eyes, placing a heavy hand around your waist and lifting you up and over his shoulder

you gasp and hit your hands against his muscular back, telling him to put you down, and he simply ignores your demands and walks towards your dorm room

people are staring at the spectacle, but a well-placed growl from Quaritch quickly diverts attention away from the two of you as he walks to your bedroom

with his long strides, he makes it back to your room in no time, putting you down and gesturing for you to unlock the room with a quirk of his eyebrow

you grumble at him but open the door, and he follows in quickly and closes it, locking the door behind him as you place your belongings onto the small shelf by the entrance of the room

as you toe off your shoes, he asks you what’s wrong again, and you wave him off just like before and say that nothing’s wrong

he grabs onto your shoulder and tells you to tell him, tail flicking behind him and ears pinning back at your insistence, and you hiss at him and say that nothing’s wrong, just something silly

Quaritch doesn’t move, his eyes boring into yours as if he was reading your secrets, and then a cocky grin spreads over his face as he asks if you were jealous of the nurse that had taken his vitals today

you don’t answer, face warming up at the spot on observation and shrugging him off and heading over to the small fridge to get something to eat

before you can even open the fridge door, he picks you up by the waist and drops you onto the bed, planting his arms on either side of you, essentially trapping you

he lets out a low chuckle and tilts his head at you, saying that he wasn’t interested in the young fresh-faced nurse when he’s got you

you squirm on the bed and clench your hands together, staying silent as he stares you down, and Quaritch hums, nuzzling his nose into your neck

his hand moves up to cup your face, and you lean into the touch and reach one of your hands to hold onto his

Quaritch sighs, mumbling into your skin that he wouldn’t ever leave you, not when you had been without him for so many years and still wore that ring on your finger

your hands fiddle with each other, twisting said ring on your finger, and you let out a shaky breath and asks if he was really okay, that you were now old and he was now young

he laughs and says that you loved him when he was old and you were young, why would he leave you now, especially when you were so sweet

moving down further on your body, his face nuzzle into every bit of your body and his hands move to get rid of your clothing

your shirt and your pants are quickly discarded onto the floor as he nuzzles his nose into your chest and your stomach and then in between your spread thighs

you gasp as he raises your hips up with his hands effortlessly, your back falling onto the soft bed and your hands grabbing onto the sheets for balance

he nuzzles into your soft thighs, lightly kissing at the plushness and then nipping at the skin to hear you yelp, and you squirm in his grip as he rips your panties off with his teeth

Quaritch mumbles that he’ll get some new clothes ordered from you as his tongue laps at your pussy, the thick rough texture rubbing against your clit and making you whine

his voice rumbles through your body as he tells you to let him show you exactly how much he loves you, and he dives in, tongue fucking into your cunt

the thickness makes you gasp, and you whimper as you close your eyes and grip onto the sheets, thighs squeezing around his head as pleasure runs through you

your thighs around his head only spurs him on, moaning into your skin and sending vibrations buzzing through you as his nose grinds into your sensitive clit

it’s wet and loud, his hands gripping on tighter onto your hips and leaving bruises as his tongue laps up your wetness like it was water

his eyes close as he tastes you, and his ears pin back, tail swaying slowly behind him as he grinds his cock into the side of the bed

you can only let him fuck you on his tongue and let out a small whimpers and mewls of pleasure as he ravages you

pleasure coils up in you and your thighs only squeeze tighter around his head, encouraging him on to fuck his tongue deeper into you

a jolt runs through you as he hits something inside of you, and you let out a strangled whine at the feeling

he grins at the reaction and fucks his tongue into that spot to make you shake and tremble around him, and you grip onto the sheets and keen loudly

it hits you like a truck, your orgasm rushing through you and making every nerve in your body spark on fire, and he moans at the taste

somehow he digs his face in deeper, nose grinding deliciously against your clit and tongue fucking in deeper as you gasp and tremble in his grasp

your high slowly dies down, chest heaving up and down, and Quaritch finally parts from your pussy, a string of spit still connecting him to you

he gives you a small smirk, eyes half-lidded and glazed over as he sets your hips down on the bed and lets you breathe

you gasp for breath, trying to take in a few more handfuls of air before he settles onto the bed, spreading your thighs wider and pressing his thumb into your clit

Quaritch grins up at you, saying that he wasn’t quite done with you yet, he won’t stop until you realize that being jealous was useless

not when he only had eyes for you

#tangerine writes #summersinpandora2024 #avatar 2009 #avatar james cameron #avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow smut #atwow x reader #atwow x y/n #atwow x you #atwow x human reader #quaritch smut #quaritch x y/n #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch

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adoreeenina · 2 years ago

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 9

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

WC: 4.1k

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

The sun pouring through the curtains forces Lyle out of his sleep. He groans, trying to force his face further into the back of the neck of the man in front of him, arms squeezing around his waist tighter than they were before, hearing a groan from in front of him following with an annoyed sigh.

“Would you let me up?” Miles grumbles. He’d been stuck being spooned by Lyle all night. Lyle got to sleep behind him, wrapped against his body. It was a strange position for him to be in, since he was generally not used to being in this sort of position before.

“C’mon, Miles. Give us a few more minutes,” Lyle’s voice was muffled as he buried his face into the back of Miles neck. “Yer warm.”

Miles huffs but didn’t try to move to get out from his embrace. Lyle presses his lips against the back of Miles neck, pressing a short kiss to it. “Do you want up?” Lyle teases.

Miles let out another breath before mumbling out a quiet no. He felt Lyle smile against the back of his neck.

Miles felt like a furnace even through the fabric of his shirt. It was something Lyle grown to adore and on cold nights, he often found himself almost engulfing the man in bed.

Lyle’s hand slipped under the tshirt Miles was wearing to rest on his skin. Lyle hears him sigh quietly as he rubs the skin just above his hip, slipping his hand over his side to rest on his stomach. Miles tummy twitches under his finger tips and he let out a sigh when he starts to trail them further up his body to rest on his chest.

Mile always loved having Lyle pressed against his back, his legs tangled with his with his arm wrapped around his waist.

Miles let out a quiet breath as Lyle peppers soft kisses along the back of his neck before he rolls over enough to press a few short kisses to his lips with a low hum.

These lazy mornings were rare, even rarer for Miles to stay, being head security. The two of them let the early morning sun warm their bodies for a long while, simply enjoying the presence of one another in bed.

Quaritch subtly trace his fingertips against his hip, every night he could feel the ghostly touches of Lyle. It almost feel so real until reality hits when he wakes up. He always dreads waking up realizing it was just a dream.

He stands on the sidelines watching his men learn the language from you and Spider. They’ve got the hang of the language though their accent is a bit choppy. A sense of pride blooms in his chest watching his team.

The past 2 months almost feel like a dream, an exotic dream that he doesn’t want to wake up from.

Lyle stands next to him as they watch a specific Na’vi and a human boy they’ve grown some sort of attachment to them. They both watch as you and Spider interact. Spider obviously looks up to you, bonded from years of living together. You look out for the boy as one of your own. Any onlooker could discern the care you have for each other.

“He looks like you” Lyle speaks, Quaritch turns to face Lyle’s side profile. Feeling eyes on him, Lyle turns to look at Quaritch, “well the human Quaritch, at least” he shrugs.

Quaritch hums, “he’s got my mother’s eyes”

“I thought Socorro had brown eyes?”

“She had them green, I think? I can’t be sure. I didn’t really look” Quaritch shrugs. Lyle hums before falling silent.

“He’s grown into a fine young man” Quaritch compliments, his features softening. His predecessor lost what he could’ve had, he lost the chance to watch his son grow up but he was selfish and he lost the man he fell for in the process.

“Yeah. He did. You have Y/n to thank for that. I still have resentment towards whoever kept Socorro as Spider’s last name, I know for sure I changed his last name to Wainfleet”

“When did you change it?” Quaritch questions.

“A week after the war… oh… it probably didn’t go through in time before I died”

A short silence came across the both of them. An awkward pause, they both know they had to talk about the elephant in the room.

“I’m sorry” Quaritch finally speaks up. They both look at each other silently.

“It’s fine” Lyle responds as he turns his head to face forward.

“It’s not. I was an asshole-“

“Miles” Lyle interrupts him, “I don’t think this is the time and place for this conversation”

Quaritch sighs sadly before nodding understandably, he wanted to get this conversation out of the way and maybe just maybe they could fix what his predecessor broke.

“Come on, mami” Lopez shouts as you walk by, trying to persuade you to wrestle with him.

Since Spider opened up about your black widow techniques, Lopez been begging you to show him. Hearing you used them on Mansk, he wanted to see for himself.

“You see something you like, yes?” He teases when he sees you staring at him. But you’re looking at him like he’s foolish man.

You remember the bruises Mansk has gotten from you, before you wouldn’t have given a shit but now you’ve grown to care for them.

“I don’t think so. Not tonight, baby” you tease with a grin. Quaritch and Lyle ears flick down. Spider notices and covers his mouth to hold back a snicker.

“Oh, don’t be so snooty, booty” Lopez shakes his hips side to side. The recoms laughs watching Lopez make a fool of himself.

Everyone could see Lopez has a little crush on you.

“That’s the way ah ah, ah ah” Lopez sings in that Spanish accent, “You like it. You like it. You want it, I got it” you try to suppress the small smile that rose, but ultimately fail as Lopez raises his arms up and moves his hips in circular motions, “Coulda had it, you missed it”

You couldn’t hold back any longer at his stupidity, your head tips back laughing while holding your stomach feeling a cramp coming along.

“Okay okay Lopez, enough” you manage wheeze between breaths, “I’ll show you but you’ll be my volunteer”

“Yes” Lopez fist bumps the air, not noticing Mansk and Ja giving each other a knowing look. The others make bets between each other. Most of them betting on you.

“Alright, mami. Where do you want me?” Lopez smirks teasingly, feeling confident.

“I’ll take it easy on you, mamisita” your nod was brief and then came at him.

Lopez had to put some effort into dodging your blows, avoiding your kicks. He was easily twice your size and you came at him with a ferocity that only came from military experience. When you managed to land a kick to his leftthigh, it did hurt but he was able to weather it.

Since you clearly knew what you were doing hand to hand, Lopez decided to test you in other ways. He tried looking off in other directions to see if he could get you to flinch, to stop and look. Not once did you take the bait, keeping your focus solely on him.

“Damn. You think Sully taught her all that?” Lyle whispers the question to Quaritch.

“Yeah Y/n!” Whistles Spider, cheering you on. The others watch in amazement. Watching a runt winning against Lopez who is twice your size.

Dropping into a crouch, you took Lopes off guard with a sweep, taking his legs out from under him and dropping him on to the grass. You had his shoulders pinned only a beat later as he looked up to you with heart eyes.

“I win” you smirk. You stand up with your hand on your hips.

“Need a medic” you quip with a grin.

“Nah, mami, I’m good” Lopez seemed to be in dazed with a smile waving you off. You couldn’t help but giggle, finding him adorable.

“You ready to do a clean kill, sayrìp” (handsome) you say in a baby voice.

“Yes, Chiquita, I’m so ready”

You roll your eyes at his poorly attempt of sounding seductive. You pat his chest.

“C’mon, the faster we do this, the faster you could tame your Ikran”

You, Mansk, and Spider stand on the sidelines and watch as each of the recoms do a prayer as they kill a fish.

You would have liked it if they learned the bow and arrow and kill something bigger like a Sturmbeest like you did, but this will have to do.

They all did a clean kill perfectly just like Spider and you showed them, the last one left is Lyle’s

You watch Lyle take his knife from behind him and began to say the words to send the animal in peace.

“Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo. Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea, tokx ‘ì’ awn slu Na’viyä hapxì” (I see you, brother, and I thank you. Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind to become part of the people) Lyle says, pushing the blade into the fish, killing it instantly. Their Na’vi been approving a lot more each day that pass.

Lyle pulls out his knife and puts it back to its holster.

“A clean kill” you say as you walk closer to edge of the river, feeling proud of how far they have come.

“You are ready…” you look at each of the recoms with a pleased expression. Now it’s for the next big step for them. Tame an Ikran.

Later that day, you and the others wait at the extraction point for the Samson to pick you up. You perch yourself in a fallen log near the outskirts of the recoms little circle, laying on your side, letting your eyes close, being lulled by the sound of the forest. Spider sits down by your head, fiddling with your braids and beads to keep him occupied.

“Can I have my tewng back when we arrive back to base?” You question to nobody in particular.

“I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart” responds Quaritch.

“You tired, baby?” Ask Lyle, your ears flick, hearing the crunch of leaves under his feet as he approaches you.

At this point you were used to the nicknames Quaritch and Lyle has been calling you. You kinda like the attention they’ve given you. You’ve never gotten this kind of attention back at High Camp.

“Exhausted” you yawn, stretching your arms above you, being careful not to hit Spider. You shift to lay on your back. Your bioluminescent freckles were in full swing, framing your face. Lyle’s eyes trail down your sternum and stomach, watching them disappear under the waistband of your sweatpants

Eclipse came and went without any notable occurrence. Once the darkness fully received, the light prevailed, and there was a collective sigh of relief. You remain laying on the log, moving your forearm on your closed eyes when light from the forest interrupts your rest.

“Blue one to transport” your ear flick hearing the unfamiliar voice from Quaritch’s comm.

“This is Blue One” responds Quaritch.

“We’re ten minutes out. Be ready for extraction. Over.”

“You two, let’s go” orders Quaritch.

Spider jumps from the log, you follow shortly after, stretching your limbs and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t let yourself to completely succumb to the desire to sleep. As much as just wanted to just sleep, you knew better than let yourself be vulnerable out in the open, and a have chance of a predator to come and attack.

Once on your feet, the group circles around, watching and waiting from the tree lines. When whirring of Samson’s blade is heard, Quaritch turn to look at you and Spider.

“We’re not getting a touchdown pick up, we’re using lines. Spider, you’re with me. Sweetheart, you’re with Lyle.” Quaritch drawls gently just before the Samson comes to a stop over you.

Nodding your head, Lyle walks over to you with a smirk, “Baby, Imma need you to hold onto me real tight”

Lyle steps closer, a smirk on his lips as he bends down slightly to accommodate your height, wrapping his thick arms under your ass, effortlessly lifting you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist to hold on, your arms wounding around his neck. Returning to his full height with you in his arms, he turn as you secure your legs around his narrow waist, ankles locking behind him. You bury your face down to his neck, trying to escape the rotating blades as they grow louder, beginning to hurt your sensitive ears. Lyle tightens his old on you, protectively.

It’s a very intimate position, to be this close to someone that isn’t your mate.

“You better not drop me, Lyle” your voice was almost too quiet to hear. If you weren’t pressed into his neck, Lyle wouldn’t have heard you.

“I like that a lot” he whispers into your ear, his breath was soft against the shell of your ear.

“Like what?”

“The sound of my name out of your lip, baby” Lyle subconsciously dig his fingers into the soften of your plump thighs, making your breath hitch momentarily.

You distract yourself by looking over Lyle’s shoulder.

Spider holds his arms up, from their height difference, Spider looks like a toddler wanting his father to hold him after he comes home from a 3 day hunting trip.

Quaritch rolls his eyes with a small smile as he picks Spider up and throws Spider over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You’re about to protest till you hear a contagious laughter coming from Spider, making you realize they are playing around, making you smile fondly at them.

Lyle tilts his head down to your ear, “I’m going to need you to tighten your legs around me, I need both hands for a second”

Nodding your head, you squeeze your thighs tighter around his waist as you lightly tighten your hood around his neck, enough not to accidentally choke him. Lyle secures the grappling hook to his belt. He wraps his arms around your waist and nods towards Quaritch, who gives a thumbs up to the line operator.

Feeling yourself getting pulled up, you’re unable to help your body from clutching onto Lyle, holding tight.

“Jesus, baby, you’re squeezing the hell out of me. Ease up a little” Lyle chokes out. He tries not to think about how easily you are holding yourself against him. His hands ghost down from your back to the bottom of your thighs once again.

Inside the transport, Lyle lets you down gently, hands lingering on your back a little longer than necessary.

Once you steady on your feet, you thanked Lyle with a smile, he juts his head behind you, motioning you sit, “take a seat, baby. We’ll arrive soon”

You nod as you take seat, Spider walks over to you and take a seat next to you. You could tell how tired he is but he’s fighting it, you smile softly as you wrap your arm around his small body and pull him closer to yours. Spider lets his body lay down on your thighs, you let him sleep.

Quaritch and Lyle both look at you as you treat Spider so tenderly.

Spider has fallen completely asleep once you arrive back to base. You’re surprised how much of a heavy sleeper he is.

You carry him in your arms as you follow the recoms to their corridors. Quaritch has informed you will be staying close to them.

You follow Quaritch as he leads you through dark corridors that lead to a big community room of some sort. Walking into yet another corridor, which leads to another and then another one after that, you notice how the doorways are your size this time. Still, Quaritch keeps on walking until you reach the end.

He swipes his hand over the scanner that’s beside the door, waiting until it lights green before pushing the door open. It leads to a bedroom, with a window overlooking the forest in the distance.

“This will be your room, darlin” he speaks, turning to face him with Spider still in your arms, comfortably snoozing, “I’m right next door, so don’t do anything stupid”

Spider shifts in your arms, still deep asleep. Smiling down at him, you rock him gently. You know he hates it cause it’s embarrassing how you baby him but you know he secretly likes it.

Looking up from Spider, you’re met with the sharp yellow ones of the man standing before you. There’s something so soft in them this time, it pulls you in, captivates you, freezing you to the spot. There’s something being said without words, but you can’t hear it, too lost in his eyes to notice anything at all.

“Where are we?” Spider asks from your arms, breaking the spell between you and Quaritch.

Immediately, he breaks eye contact. “Goodnight, you two” he turns around and walks toward the door, opening it before closing it behind him.

“Goodnight” Spider responds a little too late. He climbs down from your arms, looking around the room, curiously.

“Is this our room?” Spider looks up at you, surprise clear on his face

“Sure is. Cool right?” You grin, looking around the room. Everything brand new compared to the lab at High Camp.

You walk towards the bed that looks bigger than you, you sigh with relief as you sit down on the pristine white sheets.

“Y/n check it out. They have a huge computer hanging from the ceiling” hearing his excitement, you face him.

“But where’s the keyboard?” You ask. This looks nothing like the computer back at home. How is it hovering and with no keyboard to use?

“Is this it?” Spider wonders as he holds up what looks like a small keyboard but it looks odd to you.

“Spider be careful with that-“ A sharp sound came from the computer on the wall as Spider fickled with the small keyboard.

Panicking from the loud noise, you grab whatever was closest to you and throw it at the computer, the computer falls from the ceiling to the ground with a loud crash.

“Oh shit” Spider whispers. You cover your mouth with your hands in horror. You and Spider both look at each other, eye wide, “We’re going to be in so much trouble”

“Shut up and help me hide it before-“

“What the fuck is going on?” Quaritch bursts through the door, knife at hand and ready for danger, before a few of the others follow close behind him, weapons at the ready too.

“Nothing” you and Spider say in unison as you stand next each other and try to hide the broken computer behind you, but failing inevitably.

“What did you two do?” Quaritch pushes the both of you aside and kneels down, picking up pieces of the broken computer before standing up, placing his hand on his exposed hip with a deep scowl.

You and Spider both look down feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

“It was an accident, we didn’t know how this computer works” Spider pipes up.

“Lord, give me strength,” Quaritch mumbles, his long fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes for a moment. “What happened?”, He sighs.

“We were trying to figure out how to turn on the computer-“

“It’s a TV” Lyle interrupts you with his arms crossed over his exposed chest.

“A what?”

“I thought you said you watched movies?” Question Quaritch.

“On computers, not whatever that thing is” you point at what you now know as a TV.

Quaritch sighs as he looks around, now he can’t even leave you alone without you breaking RDA property, he already knows he’s going to get his ass chewed by Ardmore for not submitting his weekly report for the past month.

Lyle walks around Quaritch towards you and Spider, he bends down slightly, taking the remote from his hands gently and holds it up.

“This is a remote, not a keyboard. The red button here is to turn the TV on and off, you could even change the channel or lower or higher up the volume” he explains as he points to each button.

“Sorry, pops” Spider apologizes. you both watch as Quaritch stops before the tv, mumbling something to himself before turning around to look at you.

“It’s fine, kid. C’mon” he grunts before gestures the two of you ahead of him.

“You’re not going to look at my ass, are you?” You huff, remembering Lopez did the same gesture as he did.

“Shut up and keep walking” Quaritch flusters, pushing you out of the room and towards his. Lyle chuckles from behind Quaritch, pulling a hushed chuckle from Mansk and Ja behind him.

Quaritch swipes his hand over scanner, opening the door before stepping aside, his arm outstretched to allow you to walk through the door first.

As you and Spider walks into his room, before Quaritch could enter, he turns around to face his men with a scowl and obvious blush.

“Leave and go to your rooms” he grunts.

“Hey, this my room too” Lyle points at your direction. Quaritch groans before walking to his and Lyle’s shared room.

Mansk and Ja both look at Lyle with teasing grins, “Don’t worry, we'll go," Ja grins, nudging Mansk, who also smirks. "You guys have fun, and make good choices!" They both run off to their room. Lyle rolls his eyes before walking into the room.

You stand beside Spider as you look around the room. The room is bigger than the one you were in, two beds bigger than yours on each side of the room. The room smells so intensely of both Lyle and Quaritch.

The bed on your left, the blankets stretched and neatly tucked into the sides, the one on your right, blankets looks slept in, half the blanket is hanging from the bed. In the middle of the floor, discarded cloths lay dumped. The loud crash had obviously interrupted one of them in the middle of taking their cloths off for the night.

Quaritch steps up beside you, and bends down to collect them, mumbling a gentle “Pardon,” before hanging the clothes on the back of a chair. Lyle reach to pick up the blanket from the floor

“How about I put something on for you, Spider? You like Marvel right?” Lyle grabs the remote and lays down sideways on his bed with an arm behind his head, turning on the TV.

“Really!” Spider excitedly shouts, Spider crawls up onto Lyle’s bed sitting down next to him with his leg crossed, his head in his hands as he watches Captain America: The Winter Soldier, one of his favorites.

Somehow, you end up sitting on the floor, the bed supporting your back as you stare at the TV.

Quaritch spares chaste glances at the three of you, his ears at attention when Spider eventually falls asleep besides Lyle. You just intend to watch a little bit more before taking Spider back into your own room, but before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep too.

Lyle turns off the TV and quietly gets up, careful not to make the bed squeak by his weight.

“Should we take them back to their room?” Lye ask Quaritch. He shakes his head.

“Nah. They could sleep here. Help me put them on my bed, I’ll sleep on the floor” he suggest, Lyle was about to argue but Quaritch already moves to pick Spider gently and place him on his bed, and cover him with his blanket. He awes when he sees Spider sleepily bundles himself up in his blanket.

“Uhh Miles” Lyle whispers calls him. Quaritch turns around to see what was wrong. Lyle is carrying you bridal style, the problem? You have your tail wrapped around his left thigh. He tried to pull away but your tail just tighten his grip on him.

“Just put her on the bed with Spider, maybe she’ll loosen her grip”

Lyle listens and walks towards the bed and gently place you next to Spider. You mumble in your sleep as you turn your body sideways, you instinctively wrap your arm around Spider and pull into your chest. Even your sleep, you look for Spider, it’s like second nature to you.

Lyle pulls away but gets yanked back by your tail gripping his thigh. He sighs, looking at Quaritch, who shakes his head.

“No”

“You want to wake her up” Lyle argues.

“Fine” Quaritch grumbles jealousy, as he watch Lyle lays down on the bed behind you. He can’t pinpoint if he’s jealous of you or Lyle

“Don’t be so bitter, Miles” Lyle teases.

“Shut up and go to sleep, Wainfleet” Quaritch grumbles before stomping to the other bed.

Lyle chuckles before curling his body around yours, inhaling your heavenly scent, lulling him to sleep.

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backmuscles21 · 1 year ago

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I'm Right Here

Recombinant Lyle Wainfleet x Reader

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

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

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

You remembered; you signed up for this.

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

“Lyle, Lyle baby. It’s me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When will they be up?”

“Soon, they got dosed right after us.”

“Who else is here?”

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

“I’m glad we both got in.”

“Back together even in death.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, I’m your test dummy.”

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

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

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

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

“Damn baby, look how muscular we are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop being so cocky.”

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

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

“Awe, princess, I’m 8’8.”

“Shut up.”

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

“Maybe now you’ll find the clit.”

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

“Yeah, after I help you.”

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

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

“I love it when you shut up sometimes.”

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

“Fuck, that was hot.”

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

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

“I think we both took a hit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You two fuck already?” Lopez said.

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

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

“How was it?” Lopez smirked.

You rolled your eyes.

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

“You probably still fumbled,” Lopez smirked back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, he continues.

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

#avatar recoms #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #avatar #lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #avatar twow #recom lyle wainfleet #recom lyle x reader #atwow #recom squad

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whxre-bxby · 2 years ago

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The recoms x reader with competitions sounds hilarious

I can totally imagine them having weird ass competitions Lol

Can't wait for that one

Yeah, this has been in my inbox for ages so glad to finally post it

"Pecking Order"

f. Y/N Recom x Recom Quaritch /Lyle /Prager /Mansk /Brown /Lopez /Ja /Walker /Zdinarsk

Masterlist

Summary: Being a recom soldier is difficult. Especially when dealing with the new instincts and needs the body requires. To keep his team sane, Quaritch comes up with a solution in which Y/N is shared with everyone.

Warnings: indication of smut, little bit of fluff, depressing ending, outrageously minimal wordcount (my apologies)

Word Count: 1590

(I'm sorry about how short this is, but I'm really struggling to write at the moment because I have so much going on)

(Once again I am pretending that Warren and Zhang don’t exist, I am sorry to those who like them but I really don’t.)

Being on Pandora is weird. It’s a whole new planet. But what’s even weirder is being on a foreign planet in a foreign body. Another human’s body wouldn’t have been so bad, but no, you’re blue now. You and your squad along with your Colonel have all permanently become Avatars. It takes a lot of time to get used to the changes. It seems like you discover something new about yourselves every day. Luckily it’s been almost two months since you woke up from criyo.

It seems as though the foreign environment and new feelings have almost strengthened the connection of the team. You all got along when you had to before but now you feel like they are all close friends to you.

One evening at dinner, Lyle had brought up how most soldiers used to have fuck-buddies to get through life on Pandora. Most of the team did back then too. Now, it seemed as though no one had even thought about it. You and the others didn’t exactly know how everything worked so the subject was ignored and brushed off. But it was definitely not forgotten.

It had quite literally been years since any one of you had experienced any form of sexual pleasure. That was suppressed in the beginning but the Avatar’s body language was more visible than a human's and it was more difficult to control and suppress emotions.

At one point in time, all recoms including you were constantly tense and distracted. No one was able to fully focus during training anymore and Quaritch noticed this. He himself had the same problem and he knew he couldn’t send his squad out into the forest like this. You would die on the first day out. The Colonel would rather solve the problem in any way possible than explain what is happening to the General. The recoms are meant to be reliable and professional. What is happening to all of you is getting in the way of both those things.

The Colonel forced everyone to attend his ‘emergency meeting’ even though you all had the rest of the day off. The atmosphere was thick and you found it hard to breathe even though the room was ventilated.

Quaritch had made you all sit down to listen to him but your attention was barely on his words. Instead, you were subconsciously studying Mansk. He was calmly fiddling with his fingers but you noticed how strained his arms were and how far back he had his ears pinned. Nobody was relaxed.

You also realised earlier today that you basically lost control of your tail. It’s just doing its own thing at this point and there is nothing you can do about it.

The Colonel started explaining his recent observations of our behaviour and you immediately thought you were all being scolded. But you were wrong.

“The only option I see te’ help us with our probem,” Quaritch says, inhaling deeply as if he were not sure how we would react. “Is to fuck it out.”

Lyle snorts, thinking his superior is joking but Quaritch is dead serious.

“Suggest otherwise, Corporal Wainfleet.” The Colonel says, sternly glaring at Lyle. I stare at both of them with wide eyes. No way is he suggesting this.

There was some kind of argumentative discussion between the two but you have tuned out, blankly staring past Quaritch and at the wall behind him. This room had no windows, so no one could see or come in here because it was a recom only area.

“Y/N.” Quaritch’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. You glance up at him while Mansk shifts his gaze to you.

“You’re with me.” he orders, watching your surprised yet innocent face process the information.

“No fuckin’ way.” Mansk interrupts. You stare at him now, completely surprised by his words. Mansk never objects or argues with people. He’s the best soldier when it comes to following orders. This is out of character for him.

Quaritch doesn’t seem pleased by his words but once again to your surprise, he doesn’t put Mansk in his place. Since this isn’t a professional environment anymore, it seems as though the ranks between the soldiers don’t play such a big role.

A few other recoms back Mansk up, not liking that the Colonel wants you to himself which still baffles you.

But it turns out, they all seemed to have taken a liking to you. Most soldiers were ignorant and self-centred. You weren’t. You seemed almost naturally submissive to the others, especially as an Avatar. Something about you, perhaps your scent of strong pheromones, drew them to you.

So that evening, while you were being eyed hungrily by every single one of your teammates, they made a fair plan. In their free time, they would hold weekly competitions to figure out the order of who gets the most time with you. You were included and nothing was forced on you.

Since life in the RDA was really dull and colourless, these planned activities and competitions amused everyone.

To keep it fair, it wouldn’t always be the same task to win, it would be changed so that everyone gets a chance. Otherwise, it would always be the same people with you.

The first and most obvious challenge was a physical strength competition. This one lasted a long time and it went all the way from who could hold themselves in a plank position the longest to wrestling in the gym. In the third week, things took a drastic turn when Lyle decided to time himself to see how fast he could make you cum. Any technique was allowed and on the same day, everyone had their turn which had you not only fucked out but completely dumb and tired for the rest of the day.

Z-Dog won that one and right behind her was Walker. Lopez was next and all three of them took great pride in it. It seems as though oral sex was the way to go.

Quaritch was always near the top and most often the first on the leaderboard in the physical challenges. Which meant you spent a lot of time in his room, which you honestly didn’t mind. While he was a brutal and cold-hearted man on the outside, he took care of you behind closed doors. Miles picked you up and walked you to his room when it suited the two of you. There, he took his time with you. Nothing was ever rushed because he wanted you to enjoy it as much as he did.

Let’s just say, you always slept well after having sex with him and he took care of you in his bed, letting you sleep in it. You always left his room feeling satisfied in the morning. Lyle, Mansk and Prager were also usually quite at the top so when you and Quaritch would finish, they would get a day of the week each to spend with you. Sometimes, you had a few of them at once.

Normally, you would feel bad about yourself for sleeping around so much but they made you feel like you are all that matters to them, so you rarely worried about that. You didn’t feel used, you felt loved. Something you had been deprived of since you left Earth years ago.

Once everyone had a turn and the feral instincts calmed down, the competitions continued but they became more funny than serious. At this point, you were all just doing it for shits and giggles because there really wasn’t anything else to do. Except for finding Sully but that mission wasn’t ready yet.

So the subjects of the competitions started to change along with everyone’s behaviour. The lust has been brought under control so you weren’t as tired anymore and only occasionally had sex with the recoms that needed it.

A cooking competition was held which turned into a completely messy disaster. Mansk won it by far but at what cost? The oven had exploded because Ja refused to take the food out, claiming it wasn’t done yet. Lopez put metal in the microwave which really damaged the machine and you can’t quite remember how it happened but Z-Dog and Walker had accidentally set a curtain on fire. Instead of trying to put out the flames, they got angry because “What’s a fuckin’ curtain doin’ in the kitchen anyway?!”.

Another one was who could breathe oxygen for the longest because we were now adapted to Pandora’s air. Prager won. He said he used to dive regularly back on Earth so he was able to hold his breath for a long time.

Brown and Walker almost lost consciousness.

It kept going on and on like this because it was all the fun you had. Even when the mission started, the challenges were who could tame their Ikran the fastest, who could guess the Na’vi words correctly and who could properly land a fall from the Ikran. You started taking part in the competitions just for your own fun. It really had brought everyone together but eventually, all good things must come to an end.

When you started encountering Sully, you began losing soldiers and once some teammates were gone, no one was feeling good enough to even suggest anything fun. From that point of, you all just wanted to finish your mission and end this.

Enjoy the bunnies instead of the abrupt ending :)

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villainsimpqueen · 6 months ago

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THE BARREN LANDS | AVATAR FANFIC

Miles x reader

18plus only

CHAPTER 12

The recom unit kept marching the troops through the sandy wasteland of Pandora, The red sand like an endless bloody sea. While moving through the endless sea of sand, something was happening to the colonel. The few months they spent traveling and taking out the clans of this land heading to this seemingly endless deserted spirit tree, His colonel skin had started to be spotted more with gray skin spots. His eyes seemed unfocused and lost. He had heard the colonel tossed and turned or left the camp for hours on end at night before returning right before dawn. Sometimes when he walked up to him, Quaritch would turn his eyes searching for something that's not there before they would still and harden.

They all stood around eating, He noticed each time they ate Quaritch would eat less and less face scrunching up in distaste. He didn't drink as much water as the others as well and yet, he could go the longest in the blistering heat while the other recoms and troops needed planned breaks. He always seemed unsteady, restless during these breaks, spending time working on the giant military robots that needed repairs or taking walks, always moving, restless, and irritated at the breaks. Lyle sipped his drink watching Quaritch shoved his barely eaten plate, a look of irritation burned in his eyes as he snapped up grabbing his daggers.

"Where are you going colonel?" Zdog asked, looking at him confused mid bite from her ration.

Lyle watched as Quaritchs body twitched.

"ro go get some fucking fresh food." Quaritch snapped at her before storming off. The other recoms, Alexander, brown and Fitch faces scrunched up in confusion.

"Someone needs to get laid, Z why don't you do us all a favor." Brown huffed.

"Me?! Why don't you go and bend yourself over for him ya sexist. " Zdog snarled at him before heading to an aircraft to cool down.

"Fucks her problem?" Brown scoffed.

Lyles' ears twitched.

'Animals.' he thought as he turned and followed his colonel, catching up to him.

"The fuck you want Lyle?" He snarled at him,

"Let me come with you, I need a breather anyways." He told him.

Quaritch turned eyes narrowing at him, ears slicked back.

"What do you know about hunting on these lands?"

Lyle could see something, a change in the male's eyes.

"I could ask you the same." He said back challengingly, His eyes searched for anything, that remark sounded so different from others.

Quaritchs eyes widened slightly before he huffed and moved on.

"Don't slow me down." He growled to him and lyle followed him gun ready, another ear twitch.

"And fucking leave that noisy thing!" Quaritch snarled.

'He's going mad.' Lyle thought as they chased after a herd of horse-like creatures. They kept spooking them off or spotted and each time Quaritch would get more and more furious. He watched as Quaritch paced before staring at him before making a noise. Quaritch then ripped off his jacket, yanking his tank top and sliced a hole into it before sliding back on his jacket.

"Put this over your head." Quaritch snapped at him. Lyle looked at the sliced shirt in the other hand, a frown forming.

"I am not putting your sweat coated shirt over my hea-d"

Whack..

Lyle blinked, shock shot through his body….did…..did Quaritch just?

But he was soon with stormy green eyes.

"Stop acting like a fucking child and listen. You're too noticeable. And your standing up too fucking high and they seeing you before i can even get close to them. " Quaritch snapped at.

"Put the fucking shirt on and listen."

Lyle felt a shock run through his body and he found himself listening and following Quaritchs order.

He noticed that Quaritch would press pressure onto his eyes. A habit he's been doing more and more since they came to this red sand desert. When he moved his hand away Quaritch faced him.

"Right now you are going to go around them to their right side. You are to stay there and stay low and l i s t e n to when i signal you. Then you are going to run into them, and look for a weak adult." He told him.

He didn't see how that would work.

"Signal? What is it?" He wanted to know what he needed to listen for. He saw a twitch of annoyance form on Quaritch's face.

"Fucking baby." The man muttered to himself.

"Just listen for something other than an animal! Now get on with it." Quaritch stormed off in one way before hunching lower to the red sands, it was strange, because even though lyle could see him, it felt as if his eyes were playing tricks on him as if he wasn't truly there….

'This isn't marine training….You've learned this from her, haven't you colonel?'

Lyle moved into position and he waited for the noises of the animals and calls of warning. There was no way this would work….A call, one that was different..Lyle heard the horse like creatures getting alarmed and he pushed from his feet into the heard. A snarl from somewhere caused the animals to cry and rushed away from it. The animals were in a frenzy splitting and colliding into each other as they ran. Lyles' eyes caught onto a weak old thing and ran towards it. The animal wailed with fear as it moved away from him running away from the crowd but still much quicker than himself.

'This shit just isnt working' Lyle thought, there was no fucking way they were going to catch one of these things.

But then a flash of gray and blue came from his left and collided into the animal, a flash of silver and then red splattered from the blade as it quickly sliced through the creature's neck. Colonel's body moved forwards as he landed on top of the animal's side. And Lyles eyes widened,

The look of his eyes threw lyle off, they practically glowed a bright emerald green, The way his ears flexed, the snarl of a hiss leaving him, a flash of larger prolonged fangs, and he slid into the sand turning and looking at the animal, a mixture of a small battle in his eyes, a jerk of his body as if it wanted to go by muscle memory. The way Quaritchs chest heaved before throwing his head back a grin breaking out on his face.

"Fuck yes!" The man cheered.

Quaritch looked over at lyle, A smirk wide on his face.

"Atta boy lys, Now help me drag this son of a bitch back to camp."

And those bright glowing emerald eyes were back to murky green.

When back at camp the other recoms came and looked at the hunt, they whalloped for bbq, but Quaritch had rolled his eyes moving the animal to the table.

"soo…anyone knows out to cut it open?" Brown asked

"Hell if i know, you think i know how to open up pandora's animals" Fitch asked sarcasm laced his voice

"Man go fuck your self!" Brown hissed.

"Both of you go fuck each already!" Zdog snarled and soon all three were hissing and growling at each other.

W h a c k

Lyle jumped back from a flying hand, his eyes shooting up to Quaritch whose ears slicked back nose flaring as he glared at them.

He watched a jerk move through the bickering recom soldiers, as they stared up at him wide eyed.

"All of you shut the fuck up and sit down!" Quaritch ordered them, hissing He stormed back to the table where the animal dangled from he snatched his dagger up and twirled it before stabbing into the creature's, His hands moving as if he's done this hundreds of times.

"Fucking squabbling like fucking babys, Need yalls fucking diapers changed too?" Colonel snarled at them, Lyle watched how fitch, brown, and zdog moved to sit down a look of surprise filled them but they watched alongside of him and Alexander as Quaritch started to peel the animals hide back before moving the blade skillfully through joints and bones. A twist there and the animals mighty legs were released, Hands moving, expertly knowing this animal, He noticed how Quaritchs eyes shimmered with emerald as he began slicing the meat dropping it into a metal bowl, he must've grabbed it when he was focused on the other threes bickering. He watched as Quaritch popped open a bottle of season before dumping it into the bowl before mixing the meat up with it. Lyle felt his stomach twitch as well as his tail as he could smell the fragrant meat.

"We're gonna eat well tonight!" Quirped Alexander and Excitement seemed to move through the other recoms at the thoughts of fire roasted meat bbq.

They watched as colonel finished slicing all the meat from the animal and filling three large metal bowls. Taking his knife he wiped it off the side of his pants before stabbing into a piece of meat. Lyle held back his chuckle as he recognized His friends' southern roots coming through him.

Though he froze and judging from the disgusted and yet intrigued faces of the other recoms he was not alone.

All five recoms watched in mixed disgust, horror and intrigued faces as Quaritch brought the raw meat to his mouth and began to chew it. They all watched as his eyes closed, a look of contempt satisfaction forming on the olders face, how his shoulder rolled into a relaxed form and his tail swayed. A soft groan of enjoyment left him before his eyes opened, a soft bright green emerald shine in them as he took another few bites, enjoying each one as he did with the first.

Then he began to walk with the bowl in front of zdog holding it out to her.

"Eat." He commanded and the recoms watched Zdog's face widen and then scrunched up leaning back.

"Hell no colonel, you lost your damn mind! I don't eat raw animals!" she hissed in disgust.

Quaritchs eyes narrowed and his tail lashed through the air, a loud cracking sound echoed as he stood up moving the bowl from her.

"Then you don't get any if your gonna be an ungrateful fucking brat." He snarled at her.

Zdog's eyes widened, her ears drooping back before she quickly reached for the bowl.

"wait! wait!...i'll try it…i'll try it." She said hesitantly before taking a piece of the fragrant meat. She hesitantly looked at the other recoms and they looked at her in intrigue, the disgust leaving them as curiosity filled them. Zdog took a breath before biting into the meat, the blood melted on her tongue with the tang of spices, the tender meat soft and practical melted between her teeth like butter.

The recoms watched, eyes widening as she did, Zdog's ears perked up and she shoved the rest of the bite down, tail swaying as she grabbed more from the bowl in Quaritchs hand.

"Holly fuck! That's not bad, that's not bad at all, it's actually fuckimg delicious." She swore as she grabbed more to eat.

Quaritch chuckled, rolling his eyes before moving away with the bowl going to each one only saying "Eat".

Once the colonel made his way over to him, commanding him to eat Lyles interest was peaked. He took a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, He groaned as he chewed, tail swaying and ears perking up, he's never had something so fresh, so good not a hint of preserved artificial bs at all in this slab of meat. Just fresh and it was slightly sweet and tangy with the spices.

"Fuck…" Was all he could say as he was rendered speechless.

Quaritch snickered before heading back to the table with the other two bowls portioning the seasoned meat onto plates.

"Come eat." He simply said and the recoms quickly made their ways over to eat the animals. Quaritch gave the last bowl to the human troops simply walking away not caring how they ate them, a hint of irritation at them on his face as he quickly made it back to the recoms sitting down and eating the meal.

Everyone ate their fill on the tender succulent meat and relaxed into chatter amongst themselves. Lyle stared at Quaritch, and he cleared his throat, catching His attention and the recoms.

"Lys what is it?" Colonel Quaritch asked and Lyle moved his hand out of his pocket,

'After all this, You must remember something! You never acted like this in all the time I've known you.'

setting down the song cord.

He watched as Quaritchs eyes landed on the stand of hair with the tied bead.

Eyes widening,

Ears drooping back.

The storm in his eyes seemed to fade as bright green glowed, like a plant finally getting hit by the sun's sunlight.

"Tell me Colonel, You really don't remember anything from your first recoms body?"

Quaritch stared at the hair strand with a bead, He looked up but he didn't see the recoms, He felt his balance fail him, he was falling backwards.

Bright amber eyes glared at him as sharp prolonged fangs hissed at him.

"'YOU ARE LIKE AN UNGRATEFUL BABY!"' she hissed at him.

he suddenly was in a land of bright golden sands that shimmered with the sun's reflection. He was trying to throw his daggers. Smaller grayer hands hit him into position moving his arms correctly.

"'Now throw."'

He threw the dagger and it landed into the cactus like plant.

"'tch, now again, better."'

"'Fine! Since you know so much you lead us to the next oasis!"'

"'I will!"' He snapped at the woman with the firey amber eyes, she stepped the side motioning him to take lead, to let him fuck around and find out, And he found out as her in circles wasting an entire day that couldve gotten them to the next oasis. He sat down on a pile of rocks glowering at the side muttering swears. He felt her smaller hand move from his shoulder to his upper chest, her chest pressing against his back as her face came close to his ear.

"'Do you want to listen now or do you still want to be a baby?"' She asked, do you want solutions, or do you want to keep on with your tantrums?"

He sighed letting his shoulders relax.

"'To listen."' he replied. He felt her other back trailed up his back soothing him, washing away his anger before grabbing his hair pulling his hair back causing a startled noise to leave him.

"'When lost, look at the night sky, look for Eliana, she is the daughter of the sun,, She leads you through the Apxa of the srane sands, which is our home, You'll know because our home sands are golden like the sun. The four stars around her are her children. They tell you which way you are going."' She spoked.

"Why named the daughter of the sun?" He asked,

"Once the Apxa of the Srane sands, was covered in darkness, the sun had dyed in the sky, our people could not see and where dying from thirst and hunger for they could not find food or water, Eliana was blessed with eyes of the sun, she lead our people through the darkness to food and water, until a new sun grew, She raised her children to bring light in ones darkness and to take away light from those who only bring darkness, when she died her and her children were blessed to be amongst eywa and help guide eywa's children of the barren lands.."' She told him before moving her hand to his left.

"'There is Lytta, Daughter of rage, The three that are with her are her children, She will guide you through Nga whenua onepu toto. You will know her land because the sand there is bloody. "'She whispered her wisdom to him.

"'And why daughter of rage?'" He was mesmerized in his learning eyes at the stars constellations.

"'Her home lands used to be golden,but long time ago Banished na'vi came onto our lands, they did not know our way of living and they tried to take the sands that were close to their banished homes, after losing her second born child, and mate, she lost herself from eywa and stained the lands sand with the blood of the banished, protecting eywas children of the barren lands, She had lost all three of her children and her mate to the banished na'vi but our people where protected. Now banished na'vi do not last long on our lands if they come into our home with ill intentions to our people. "'

He had hummed as he stared at the consultation and the three bright stars around her.

"'Then there is Tama whakaae, Accepted son, He will guide your through Whenua one puru, land of blue sands, there are his two children"' She told him.

"'Accepted son?"' He questioned turning to look at her. Her amber eyes gleamed as she nodded with a soft smile.

"'He was a banished na'vi, He came to our home seeking shelter, He passed Lyttas tests and was allowed through Eliana's lands, She guided him through her lands, to sands that were dull of life where no one could find him, He then planted a seed from his home lands and tended to it every day until it grew the spiked spirit tree, connecting our home and people to great mother eywa. To praise him, she blessed his sands to be as blue as his skin, so that he and his children may never be seen from the sands, He and his children protected and moved the tree so now the spiked tree moves on its own, He and his children will guide you to the tree, if they deem you worthy to Lytta and Eliana lands."' She taught him how to use Eywas barren lands protectors to navigate through the desert's sandy lands.

"'Can i use them to find you?"' He asked and her bright sunny eyes met his, a breath catching in his throat.

"'They will lead me to find you if lost on this land."' She said. His tail swayed.

"'Do you see your parents sometimes?"' He asked as they ate stew he cooked.

"'My momma returned back to eywa and so did my father a while ago."' you told him munching on your food. "'My momma now sees her mothers mother Eliana and my Father now sees his mothers mother Lytta. And they both stay with each other in mother eywas arms. " You told him,

"'oh, I'm sorry.'" he said to you, your eyes met his with a soft smile.

"Maybe i will see you after you see Tama Whakaae,In mother eywas arms when our time comes."' You whispered to him. He felt his heart race and his tail twitched.

"'You really believe ill be accepted by eywa?"' He asked, he waited for rejection.

"'I believe you proved yourself as one of the people of the barren lands."

he was out on open water, the ocean, the ship below him trembled and quaked, he felt fear as he threw a boy over the railing of the ship. He turned to her, the woman he loved, the woman who taught him the ways of her people. He saw an ikran with sully's wife arrow flying and he moved to protect her, his love, his sunshine in his dark life. He felt pain as the arrow ripped through him. The sun's light bright in his sunshines eyes, had he only had more time with her, he would hold her everyday and swear to keep her safe…Her tender lips on his and his soul weeped for he knew he could never be hers and she could never be his. But in that moment his lips on hers and hers on his, they were each other

Her falling frame of heart broken eyes as she crashed into the ocean's surface, he was filled with happiness of protecting her, his sunshine, A daughter of the sun falling safely away from the darkness that surrounded him, and he was happy.

Quaritch felt tears leave him as the recoms surrounded him panicked in their eyes.

"Colonel, are you alright?!" Zdog asked

"Shit man you were having a seizure!" Brown panicked as human medics came with their equipment.

Fitch leading them over to him panicked in their eyes.

Alexander held his head keeping it still, "Just breathe Colonel"

Lyle stayed by his side with a worried look and yet a hopeful one in his eyes.

Miles took a sharp breath, he could feel the pulse of the sand beneath him, he could smell the lands of his home so far and yet so close to him.

"'y/n"' He muttered, pushing himself up, freaking out his unit that surrounded him. His tail swaying as his eyes set on the lowering sunset, He was close to you, his sunshine.

The medics couldn't find anything wrong and his recom unit still freaked out yelling at them to check again.

Miles sat on a bench watching them, slight amusement in his eyes at them.

'Babbling babies' He thought as he waited for the stars to appear.

Lyle sat down beside him.

"Planning on running Colonel?" He asked with a knowing look in his eyes.

Miles looked at him,

"Would you stop me lyle?" He asked him.

Lyle looked at him and turned to the sunset

"I never heard your tent unzip, just like i never heard it before." Lyle told him.

Miles looked back at the sunset.

"You're gonna ask your question or you're just gonna stay silent." Miles asked his best friend. He felt the sway of Lyles' tail.

"Can I still follow you Quaritch?" He said "Can we all still follow you?"

Miles looked at him, the other recoms rushing back to make sure he was okay.

"Would you turn your back on humanity?" He hummed, but he could see lyles loyalty without a doubt his eyes moved to the other recoms knowing they had heard them. "All of you?" He asked.

"Well…I sure the hell did not sign up to be RDAs lab rats, besides all is kinda getting way too much…..Maybe those savages were on to something …." Brown huffed, crossing his arm.

"You fed me too much food, you're stuck with me colonel." Zdog said, blowing her gum hands on her waist. "Plus i've seen reports on how our termination goee..when the RDA is done with us.""

The unit grew very quiet, Miles looked at them, he wasn't shocked, The RDA stood for eradicating ALL na'vi, why would their expensive pets be any different?

"Come on Quaritch you know you'd miss me!" Fitch said with a grin as he plopped down on the bench, Miles could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. He appreciated that.

"I don't have any other family, Even if I did i wouldnt get to be with them anyways, so I guess I'm stuck with you assholes." Alexander muttered moving over to the group.

Miles shook his head.

"You know it won't be easy, they'll come for us all." Miles told them.

"Then it looks like you better make some amends to the first traitor who was smart enough to take off, huh?" Lyle spoke to him.

"Ouuu let them kick your ass a little, that should fix things." Brown snickered.

Miles let out a sigh as he looked at his unit,

"Pack knives, jackets and water, we leave at two am." He told them and turned to them "And there will not be any rest breaks for more than 10 minutes."

The unit groaned but moved to get ready to turn their backs on humanity and followed their Colonel.

Miles looked up at the stars, his eyes finding Lytta and her children.

"'I know I've done many wrongs, I've killed your land people and I know you will be very angry with me. I accept your tests and I will show you my worth. I am no longer Colonel Miles quaritch of humanity, I will show you that I am Miles quaritch son of no one, and I will make it into Eliana's lands to my sunshine y/n l/n daughter of Aryina. "' He told the stars.

While the human troops slept miles dismantled their armory robots, snapping wires and removing starters and spark plugs keeping them in his pants pockets.

When he moved back to his tent his unit waited for him.

He nodded at them and began to lead the way, eyes glancing up at Lytta and her kids for guidance.

"'Come"' Her ordered the recoms as he took lead through the bloody sands.

Their faces turned up in confusion, Like babies, He would have to teach them like you had teached him. He rolled his eyes, You had a rough time with just him, he was going to have a hell of a ride with five.

"come" He translated

#avatar way of water #avatar #avatar way of water fanfics #james cameron avatar #18+ fanfic #fanclan #avatar the way of water #avatar2 #miles quaritch x reader #milesquartich #miles quartich

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liesandspookyfairytales · 6 months ago

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hai hai hai im back 😼

i hope everything’s been going well with you and that you’re drinking water and sleeping and all that jazz

basically, im always tired, no matter how much sleep i get and sleeping is one of my favorite pastimes

so i was thinking…poly recoms with chronically sleepy reader? possibly narcoleptic but such a valuable worker that the RDA can’t let them go? human or recom would be cool, doesn’t matter to me

take care of yourself pookie 🫶

Sleepy reader

HIII! I missed you!

I was going to write my book (I've officially started writing and I'm so exited!) But once I saw your asks, I just had to write this first. Also, I feel you, I'm always tired as well :( even if I get a full night sleep and my mom keeps nagging me that the best way to battle sleepiness is to get active and I'm just like 'mom I want to sleep' 😢

You take care of yourself too! 💙 and I hope you enjoy this!

Also, importent notice, I've noticed that I'm not really in the mood to write one-shots for the avatar fandom, but I'm 100% okay with doing headcanons, that's just easier for me. I hope you all don't mind!

Race and gender or reader not specified.

I saw some videos on tiktok about someone with POTS and she would just faint randomly and the people in the video would catch her and I can totally imagine that with the Recoms. (I am aware that being chronically sleepy and having POTS is very different but just go along with it)

Imagine you’re cleaning your weapon along with the rest of the squad and suddenly you’re so sleepy and you just start to nodding off and whoever is next to you notices and quickly catches you so you don’t hurt yourself.

Ofcourse they’d be alarmed when your head suddenly drops, but they quickly realise that you’ve fallen asleep.

Que the fond chuckles echoing in the room.

They like it when you lean against them when you sleep, but if you climb into their laps and cuddle them… If they could fall more in love with you, they would.

Speaking of cuddles, two words… Cuddle parties.

Some of them, (Quaritch, Mansk, Lopez and possibly Z-dog and Walker) grumble about it, but they’d be the first to join you.

When you fall asleep in your bed (or someone else's, it’s all the same to you) or on the couch, it's only a matter of time before you wake up because there is some kind of struggle going on between the guys which one of them gets to cuddle with you. Once they’ve finally decided, Walker and Z-dog are already on either side of you. Que the pouting and puppy eyes.

Quaritch tries to order them away (like he often likes to pull rank, even in your relationship), so another argument ensues about keeping your work relationship and romantic relationship separate.

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pragerswoman · 2 months ago

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Do you have sleep headcanon for the recoms?

Sleep headcannons

Pairing: All the recoms

Warnings: MDNI, SFW

A/n: Hiya lovely, thank you for the request 🙂 sorry it took so long 😔 hope you enjoy😁feel free to request anything 😏

Miles Quaritch: struggles to unwind after long days filled with combat and strategy. When he finally sleeps with y/n, he prefers to be the big spoon, wrapping protective arms around y/n, feeling comfort in the closeness. He rarely shows vulnerability, but in those quiet moments, he lets his guard down, whispering idle thoughts about life back on Earth, reflecting on memories that still haunt him. It's a stark contrast to the fierce soldier persona he displays during the day—here, in the solace of sleep, he reveals a man driven by a desire for connection, even amidst the chaos of his life.

Lyle Wainfleet: is a very light sleeper, always on guard. When he's with Y/N, though, he finally finds a sense of security. He still remains alert, but Y/N's presence allows him to drift into a deeper, more restful sleep. Sometimes, Y/N wakes up to find him watching over them, a silent protector ensuring their safety even in his sleep. This quiet devotion speaks volumes about his feelings for Y/N, a bond forged in mutual trust and care.

Recom Fike: being an anxious boy, has trouble falling asleep. He tosses and turns, his mind racing with worries. When he's with Y/N, he feels a little more at ease. He still needs Y/N to hold him close, their presence a comforting anchor in his turbulent thoughts. Y/N gently strokes his hair and whispers reassuring words until he finally drifts off, his grip on them loosening as he finds peace in their embrace. In his sleep, he might twitch or mumble, but Y/N is always there to soothe him, a constant source of love and support.

Recom Lopez values his personal space, even when he's with y/n. He prefers to sleep on his side, facing away from them, but their legs are intertwined, a subtle connection that speaks volumes. He might seem distant, but he's actually very attuned to y/n's presence, finding comfort in their proximity without sacrificing his independence. Y/n appreciates his respect for boundaries, knowing that his love is expressed through actions rather than constant physical touch. It's a mature and understanding dynamic, built on mutual trust and respect.

Recom Prager: values comfort and closeness when he sleeps with y/n. He prefers to sleep on his back, with y/n nestled against his side, their head resting on his chest. He finds solace in their presence, their warmth a soothing balm to his often-troubled mind. y/n feels a deep sense of connection, knowing they provide him with a sense of peace and security. It's a quiet and intimate moment, a testament to their unwavering love and support for each other.

Recom Brown: usually a restless sleeper, is surprisingly still when he's with y/n. He prefers to sleep on his side, one arm thrown over y/n in a possessive manner. y/n feels a thrill knowing they have such a strong hold on him, that he can't bear to be apart from them even in sleep. It's a passionate and intimate moment, a reminder of the fiery connection they share, a bond that ignites with every touch and every glance.

Recom Ja: the medic, usually plagued by nightmares of the battlefield, finds solace when he's with y/n. He sleeps deeply on his back, y/n curled up against his side, their warmth a soothing balm to his often-troubled mind. Y/n feels a deep sense of purpose, knowing they can provide him with a sense of comfort and security. It's a quiet and intimate moment, a testament to their unwavering love and support for each other.

Recom Mansk: a man of few words, expresses his affection through touch when he's with y/n. He sleeps on his side, one arm draped protectively over y/n, his fingers gently tracing patterns on their skin. y/n feels safe and cherished, knowing that he values their presence above all else. It's a quiet and intimate moment, a reminder of the unspoken bond they share, a connection that runs deeper than words.

Recom Zhang: ever the pragmatist, finds a rare moment of vulnerability when he's with y/n. He sleeps on his back, his breathing deep and even, one hand resting on y/n's waist. y/n feels a sense of calm and reassurance, knowing that he trusts them implicitly. It's a peaceful and intimate moment, a testament to their mutual respect and understanding, a bond built on honesty and unwavering support.

#avatar twow #recom brown #recom prager #recom mansk #recom miles quaritch #recom headcanon #lyle wainfleet x reader #recom #recom ja x reader #recom lopez x reader #recom mansk x reader #recom prager x reader #reco

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7s3ven · 11 months ago

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UNDER THE MASK SERIES. avatar recoms x recom! r

Includes… fike, quaritch, brown, lyle, mansk

IN WHICH… the marine recoms find out the scientist they’ve been teasing for about a month now has more to offer than they thought.

series list…

୨ৎ collecting samples

୨ৎ wrapped ‘round her finger

୨ৎ stirring the pot

୨ৎ flirting lessons

୨ৎ coping mechanisms

୨ৎ new girl on the block

୨ৎ snitches get stitches

୨ৎ fighting rink

୨ৎ feral

short scenarios…

୨ৎ mansk getting comfortable

in which… mansk grows bolder.

୨ৎ ink tattoos

in which… the soldiers see you in a new light after they see your tattoos.

୨ৎ taste me

in which… a new recom soldier thinks she can take your place.

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hotsingledragon · 2 years ago

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HIHI I AM IN LOVE WITH UR WRITINF OMG. especially the most recent request AHHH!! was enthralled when I saw reqs were open!

can u do something with a REALLY jealous miles where he just fucks reader silly or he’s frustrated and takes his anger out on her iykwim? also could u put in an aftercare scene if that’s not to much to ask for, i ADORE how you portray miles as a big softie for his lover and i want more fluff with him

hi, omg, this is SO overdue. i got carried away! hope you enjoy <3

jealous/frustrated miles quaritch

recom miles quaritch x recom fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, rough piv sex, exhibitionism if you squint?, biting, tiniest mention of blood, spanking??

Deja Blue celebrates a successful mission in the recreation room. it’s relaxed, just a small gathering amongst the squad, though Miles Quaritch is rarely one to mingle. so he remains posted against the wall, drowning out the squad in front of him. he stares blankly, disinterested at the RDA screensaver on the television that phases through images of pandora’s landscapes and bridgehead city.

but his attention will stray when your twinkling laugh fills the room. miles will watch you in your playfully animated movements and that smile that rounds your cheeks. miles expression rarely leaves a scowl, but it softens in the slightest as he observes you from his post.

you’re just being friendly, it’s your first mission as a freshly recruited recombinant, and you want to celebrate. conversation comes so naturally for you- you’re smiling and laughing and so unaware of the perverted looks Fike, Brown and Wainfleet and are giving you. they’re sharing glances and snickering like children, each of their lame innuendos falling on deaf ears.

when the conversation shifts, miles’ ears perk as fike very loudly makes a crude pass at you. it doesn’t land- there’s an awkward silence for about three seconds before lyle and brown struggle to hold in chortles of laughter, and you can only frown in embarrassment.

now there’s an even angrier scowl cracking over miles features, and he glares at sean with wide eyes that are flooding with rage. if the colonel were a rational man, he would just cut the guy off with a sharp quip and dismiss the whole team for trials. but he’s not, he’s fucking pissed off.

so instead, Quaritch is pushing off the wall, quickly approaching in big strides until he spins fike in his chair. miles snatches the loose collar of his shirt and rears back in a punch that crashes into the left side of his face. there’s an audible crack of bone.

Fike yelps, turning everyone’s attention and the room erupts in shock. in an instant, it goes eerily silent as the team recognizes their colonel in an ill sodden mood.

Quaritch hauls fike closer, looking down on him with teeth bared. he’s absolutely livid, cropped ears pinned against his head, his tail high and thrashing behind him.

“i don’t wanna hear none of that shit comin’ out of your mouth ever fucking again, private.” quaritch hisses at the soldier before knocking him back. fike is dazed, cradling his broken nose as he flops into the rolling chair. miles turns, looking over the squad.

“every single one of you fucks needs t’find something better to do than running your god damn mouths. dismissed!” quaritch barks at the team, sure to make eye contact with the three offenders.

you move to file out out of the room with the others when the colonel catches your arm, completely halting your steps.

“not you, corporal.”

his grip on you is tight and unrelenting, pressing so firmly into your flesh that you think it might even bruise. your eyes flicker to meet his gaze, a furrow to your brow

miles is already looking down on you, harsh and fierce. he’s so visually striking up close, eyes glowing and features downturned a deep frown

you blink at him and lick your lips nervously. you recover quickly, nodding curtly with your eyes lowered. the colonel doesn’t let go even as the automatic doors quietly hiss shut.

the air is silent for all of three seconds before quaritch is roughly pushing your shoulders, forcing you to catch yourself against the large table. he’s on you in a heartbeat, pinning you flatly on its surface. his long limbs capture you easily, and you hiss in frustration. the nerve of him! you thrash under his steady hold, grabbing and kicking at him.

“excuse me! what the fuck?! you-“

you’re cut off as his palm pushes against your mouth.

“y’better watch that tone, missy.” quaritch warns you.

your protests are mumbled as you push at his shoulders and chest, you even lick his palm to get him off you. the colonel doesn’t budge

“y’really wanna do this right now?” his voice raises, eyes piercing into you.

his expression sends a clear message. you take a steadying breath through your nose, silent but glaring.

“that’s what i thought, now shut up an’ listen. flirting with the squad ain’t part of the deal, you understand?” forefinger pointing in your face

“flirting!” you try to mumble behind his hand, squirming in disbelief because you would never flirt with those guys. gross.

Quaritch shakes his head in doubt. “don’t act like you weren’t. y’know you did wrong, n’ now you’ll face the consequence.” the colonel says lowly, his hungry gaze floating from your heaving chest to the frustrated wrinkle between your brows. his eyes flick between yours, capturing the shift from agitation to mild curiosity. he finds the smallest, yet brightest fleck of desire in your amber eyes, too.

miles is replacing his palm with his slick tongue shoving into your mouth. he takes your wrists, single-handedly pinning them above your head and slotting his body against yours. he dominates the kiss, mouth sliding roughly over your own. he even nips at your bottom lip, puncturing the soft flesh. he groans at the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue.

you’re both spread out, bodies almost too big for the table you lay on. miles grinds into you purposefully, half hard and working his dick right over your center. it’s torturous with the layers of fabric between you, and you push your hips up to meet his own, kissing him harder.

miles growls, then he’s rucking your tank top over your chest. he groans in approval when exposing your breasts. quaritch will bite and suck on the soft mounds, marking you. his teeth will sink into your flesh, indenting your skin. the sting of it is followed by his rough tongue licking flatly over the punctures. it’s a stark contrast to his fingers tickling over your ribs. you huff out a breath of air, a small sound you cannot hold in any longer.

then quaritch pulls away abruptly, standing above you.

“don’t move. that’s a fuckin’ order, squeak.” he commands in his deep american drawl.

you can only look up at him with hooded eyes. “yes, sir” you hum. you let your body arch teasingly, pushing your chest out into the chill air and wiggling your hips cutely.

your belly swims with the perceived praise of his chuckles, the sound purring and warm. he’s even grinning, his hands falling to his hips as he takes in every bit of you splayed out for him. his eyes linger over your face, enjoying how flustered you look already with blushing cheeks and eyes swimming with lust. his gaze travels to your chest, your nipples peaked after his sensual assault. then he’s following the curve of your hips, and he’s awfully offended by the rough fabric of those tiny little shorts you wear all the damn time.

his fingers hook into the waistband, pushing to reveal thin lace covering your cunt, adorned with a cute little bow under your navel.

“well, look at you, corporal. who are you wearin’ these for, huh? private fike? prager?” he asks, somewhat teasing you, tracing under the hem before letting the elastic snap against your hip. he won’t admit it, but there is a part of miles that genuinely wants to know. he bites his lip.

you fluster and shake your head vigorously, pouting at him. “no sir… i-i just like how they look, do you like them?” you wonder, a mix of embarrassment and want making you blush to your chest.

quaritch bunches the delicate lace at your hip, and you gasp as he rips it from your body. it stings, chafing the soft skin between your thighs. he smirks as your tail wraps around your calf, a new habit of yours when anxious.

he stands to his full height, heavy footsteps echoing in the large recreation room. you’re suddenly reminded where you are, where the walls are mostly glass, and the chances of someone passing by are 100 fucking percent. you panic a little, eyes darting to the sliding doors then searching for quaritch.

“colonel? um, could we make sure the shutters are active?” you hope.

your eyes follow him even if he doesn’t spare you a glance, his own eyes trained past the glass. the colonel’s heavy footsteps halt when standing directly behind you, and you’re forced to tilt your head back and watch him upside down.

he’s looking down at you, cradling your jaw. “you’ll be alright, hon’. now open your mouth,” he taps your cheek twice.

you’re nervous now, a little hesitant as you move your jaw, sticking your tongue out flatly.

“atta girl” miles rumbles, lightly slapping your cheek. his nimble fingers fall to work on his belt. the metal clanks loudly and you breathe in anticipation, your gaze drawn towards the straining bulge just inches in front of you.

quaritch makes quick work of it, humming as the zipper passes over his hard length.

his cock nearly hits you in the face, the way it bobs and stands in front of you. it’s thicker than any dick you’ve ever witnessed, longer too. it’s swollen to a pretty shade of indigo, a healthy pink at his tip. he’s beading with precum, and you watch as it gathers and trails alongside the vein gracing the underside of his cock. your mouth goes dry, and you swallow thickly.

“keep that mouth open, girl.”

you obey, stretching your jaw even wider as quaritch guides his leaking tip to your mouth. he’s soft with it at first, guiding his tip into your mouth and you hum at the salty taste of him. you kiss the tip sweetly, then begin leaving your wet tongue over his shaft.

the colonel hums. “you’re good, darlin’, take some more.” and you nearly gag as his length touches the back of your throat. you recover and find your rhythm, taking more as you bob your head.

eventually miles will be fucking your throat, grasping at your breasts as if they give him leverage to thrust into you.

“fuckn slut, can’t get enough of my dick down your throat, huh?” he growls, sending a series of quick slaps over your tits.

but you’re liking this too much, so he gets mean. he’ll shove inside your mouth, unmoving and letting your throat lurch tightly around his cock.

then miles will begin to touch you. you whine around his length when he pinches your nipples, calloused fingers rolling over the sensitive buds. he smacks the plump flesh of your breasts, and his fingers lightly trail to your soft center, touching your folds lightly before landing a quick slap on your pussy. it makes you jolt, your hips twitch and that earns you another slap.

“i gave you an order, corporal. quit fucking moving.”

and miles just keeps fucking your face. the the feeling’s too much, you’re gagging harshly and pushing your palm against his thigh to slow his thrusts, to no avail. he’s thoroughly using you, and you’re unable to do anything but simply take it. you remind yourself to breathe, trying to bob your throat at the same pace.

“there ya’ go, good girl,” quaritch moans, his syllables drawn out in pleasure. he lets two fingers push through your wet slit, running back and forth from your clit to your hole. you moan around him, and quaritch groans with satisfaction

“you’re so wet, it’s filthy. you gettin’ off on bein’ used like this? dirty girl,” quaritch smirks in a lustful haze. he’ll rub you quick and fast over your clit, making you squeal around his dick.

he’s hunched over you when he comes, letting a groan erupt from his chest. he pulls back to watch his seed slipping past your lips. you’re ruined, coughing and heaving for breath, eyes filled with tears and mouth so pretty and swollen.

“turn and face me,” quaritch would command you lowly. you pick yourself up,

your naked form agile, beautiful, flexible as you sit on the edge of the table. miles stands tall in front of you, eyes running wildly over your body and you watch him expectantly.

suddenly his hands are on you, holding your hips and lifting you off the table and your feet plop onto the cold ceramic floor. then quaritch is twirling your shoulders- pushing your chest against the table. it’s only moments before his dick slides into you, and it’s almost too much. there’s no going easy, just the sudden plunge of his dick into your body. it stretches you wide; a deep, burning ache inside of you. you pinch your eyes shut, waiting for the sensation to melt into pleasure.

“cmon, you can take more than that,” miles taunts. his palm presses right between your shoulder blades, pinning you as he delivers a series of long, deep thrusts. again, you remind yourself to breathe

“that’s it darlin’, loosen up for me. so fckn tight around my cock-“ he grits behind clenched teeth, picking up to a steady and delicious rhythm

his cock keeps pressing into that sensitive spot that nearly blinds you with pleasure. your eyes roll into your skull and you whine pathetically

“those virgins wouldn’t know what to do with you-“

miles’ abdomen presses against your back, leaning over you and biting the elongated cartilage of your ear. his hand takes your hip, angling you to take him even deeper and it makes you cry out, squirming under him.

“-wouldn’t know how to fuck this little pussy,” he mutters, his cheek presses to yours. you’re whimpering with every deep thrust, his cockhead ramming into your quivering insides.

miles tongue curls to catch the salty tears spilling over cheeks, caught in the feel of your tight spongy walls and the sweet sounds that fall from your parted lips

“workin’ me up, baby. gonna make me come inside that tight cunt-you want that, huh? want me to fill you up?” he growls into your ear, gripping your hips tighter.

you try your best to nod, cheek pressed into the table and hiding your whines behind your bitten lips.

“none of that, now. lemme hear you.”

then miles fingers are stuffing below your hips, smacking your clit before rubbing tight fast circles over the sensitive bundle.

your drawn like a bow with its arrow ready to fly, muscles quivering and aching for sweet release. your pussy is so tight around quaritch, locking around him to a point where he can no longer pull out of you, can only grind deeper into your slick heat.

“damn, kitty, you’re fuckin tight! you gonna come?” miles asks you mockingly, slowing his circles on your clit to match his lurid thrusts.

“yes sir!” you whine, broken moans clawing out of your chest

miles’ cheek presses to yours again. “tell me how good it is. tell me how good i’m fuckin’ you n’ how bad you wanna come.”

“s-so good! sir-i’m coming!” your sentence choppy with your cries of pleasure.

the bow inside of you snaps, and you scream with pleasure as you’re flooded with the hot sensation unfurling in your belly.

“that’s it, sugar, there ya’ go.” quaritch moans. your orgasm lasts so long, drawn out as miles keeps pushing into your cunt at a wild, fiery pace. he continues to rub across your clit, pressing harder when you attempt to squirm away

“i’m the only one allowed to have you like this, got it, squeak? no one else.” the colonel grinds behind his teeth, beginning to lose his rhythm as he fucks into you.

you can only cry out, your voice raw from the pleasure miles draws out of you. you’re shaking with overstimulation, letting these poor little whimpers fall from you plump mouth.

“shit! go on, honey. let everyone know who you belong to. you’re mine, now,” quaritch grits out. his grip on you is bruising, thrusts growing erratic as he chases the ache in his lower abdomen.

miles begins to let out his own breathy moans, rocking into you until he’s buried to the hilt. he grunts with a last few thrusts, and you whimper weakly at the feel of his cum spurting inside of you.

—

his body covers yours entirely, heavy as he comes down and settles his forehead between your shoulders. you slump against the table, hiccuping to catch your breath. quaritch is no better, breathing heavily against your back. you feel the tired ache through your body, and you’re grateful when miles pulls out of you. miles lifts himself, still holding your hips.

quaritch takes a moment to admire your form slumped against the table. your eyelashes are wet with tears, cheeks flushed and swollen mouth taking in stuttering hiccups of air. your hair is disheveled, bangs sticking to your skin and his eyes follow the braid that twists down your back. he follows the taper of your waist to your plump bum, and he can’t help but reach and squeeze at your flesh. he spreads you, watching his cum leak from your hole.

he notices your wobbly knees, smirking to himself. he finds your shorts, sliding them up your thighs and to your waist. he pulls your top to cover you properly, scoops you up in big arms and carries you towards the lounge

his hand splays across your back as he walks. “did good, kid, took it like a champ.” he settles into the cushions, pulling you across his lap. you tuck yourself into his chest.

“m’sorry if i was a bit rough on ya,”

there’s a beat of silence, until he finishes with “y’seemed to like it though,” he quirks, brows raising and letting out a dry chuckle that reveals his pink tongue and sharp canines.

you snort and roll your eyes playfully, hiding your face in his shoulder. he’s glad to see your reaction, he laughs and plants a kiss on your hair before resting his head on top of yours, cheek presses against your soft raven hair

you’re both silent for moment, your eyes flutter tiredly as miles’ fingertips run back and forth over your thigh.

“goddamn dickheads, let ‘em try sayin somethin’ stupid like that again. i won’t be so nice. fuckin’ morons,” quaritch grumbles, pouting.

notes: OH MY GOD. i’m so sorry, this is long overdue! ive been in a huge personal transition- job promotion, moving, all the things! and i wanted to do you justice with this request. i tend to characterize miles as a little softer than he actually is, and i hope i captured him a bit better this time around! hope you enjoy sweet sparklingenvy. always happy to see you in my inbox!

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Any chance we could get Recom!reader x recom Mansk and/or Quaritch where they’re training and reader goes into heat please please please 🥹

Or if you’re not into writing about heats then just good ‘ol training time into smut

This has sat here forever, I've lost motivation on it unfortunately, but I also worked too hard on it to just delete it, so here. Really sorry about not finishing it.

Worst. Day. Ever. You woke up earlier than normal, that undeniable, constant heat between your legs and your weird cravings. You did your best to avoid the others, taking duties that would keep you away from them like cleaning or work you could take to your dorm that you shared with Walker. Sure, it was boring and shit work you didn't really want to do, but staying away from the squad was the best move. You wondered absent-mindedly whether Walker was going through the same thing as you and braving it or not; with heats, they tended to force any female Na'vi to happen within days if not the same day that were in close constant proximity to each other. A knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see Walker herself leaning on your doorframe.

"Hey, Walker. What's up?" You greeted with a small smile.

"Training time. Can't avoid us forever." Walker said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, come on, Walks. You can't be serious. Are you not on... You know?" "Nope. Just you, sweets." "I can't go train with the guys like this! They'll never leave me alone!" "Sucks to be you, then." Walker shrugged as she sauntered out without another word. You groaned and got ready for training, choosing more modest clothing than you'd normally wear; for once you didn't want your boys paying extra attention to you.

You opened the door to the gym and the smell of sweat and testosterone hit your nose immediately, making the heat between your legs burn even hotter. You did your best to ignore it, and you succeeded once you noticed it was Lopez, Brown, Quaritch, and Mansk who were still in the gym. Lopez and Brown were no problem, they knew their place and who you were with, and never bothered you; your boys, however, were a problem, especially being in this state. You watched as their conversation slowed, almost dying out completely as they began to sniff at the air, nowhere near as subtle as they thought they were being; Quaritch's ears had a bad habit of betraying him, folding down as he took in any sort of information. Reading something, being told new things, smelling, seeing something move, if he tried new food, anything.

Mansk was more of a body language person, and as his head tilted upward, it gave him away that he was reading the air for information on what he was smelling and where it was coming from. Lopez and Brown weren't even trying to hide it, their noses wrinkling as they breathed in deep. You could even hear Brown remark about the new scent. With no success, you'd tried to sneak around the area where the boys stood and casually chatted as they worked out. Keeping your eyes on them was a good idea, in theory. In practice, you forgot to look at where you were walking, too, and accidentally kicked a dumbbell out of the rack. Damn Wainfleet. Their gaze immediately snapped to where you were, and Quaritch smiled.

"What're you sneaking around for, darlin'? Come on out. We don't bite. Hard." Quaritch snickered as he turned to Mansk who had a mischievous smirk on his lips, his eyes unreadable thanks to his sunglasses. They all chuckled at Quaritch's comment, and you sighed as you brought yourself into view. "Hey, guys. Come here often?" You did your best to play it off and play it cool to try and put your scent out of their minds. Lopez and Brown seemed to read something from Quaritch's expression as he turned back to them; based on the way his ears pinned to the sides of his head, it was a warning glare of sorts. Brown and Lopez immediately made some awful, mumbled excuses about how they were done and had to go, trying to find random duties to save them from their Colonel's piercing glare, leaving just you, Mansk, and Quaritch.

Their eyes never left you as you went about your routine, and they barely paid attention to theirs, ending with a few pinched fingers and unnecessary bruises. Eventually, they stopped entirely, sitting next to each other, whispering occasionally to each other. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you were more than confident it was about you. You were doing barbell squats, and Quaritch had decided to approach you. Check your form is correct, he told himself, like he couldn't see you from where he was. He startled you halfway through a rep when you looked up and he was suddenly behind you; you were so focused on everything else you hadn't heard him.

Your knees nearly gave out and you fumbled the barbell. Thankfully, Quaritch caught it with minimal effort and held it in front of him, his biceps flexing, skin still coated in a thin sheen of sweat from his workout. "Sorry, darlin', didn't mean to startle you. You alright? You look like you've been at this for hours instead of minutes." Quaritch asked with a smile that showed off his pearly white fangs. You couldn't take your eyes off of his biceps for an embarrassingly long amount of time before you nodded with a small "Yep. I'm fine." He chuckled at your mousy response, dropping the barbell, stepping over it, and coming so close to you, that you were nearly chest-to-chest with him.

"You sure about that, Princess? Cuz Mansk and I have been enjoying the new... fragrance in the gym." Quaritch placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him in the eyes. You stuttered wordlessly as he brought his head closer to your neck, inhaling deeply and smirking. "Yeah, I thought I smelt something amazing." Mansk had wandered over to the both of you and stood behind you, kissing your shoulder, working his way up to your neck.

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