#zdinarsk x reader

[backmuscles21]

In The Open

Recoms x Reader

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

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

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

Then the door opened and some other recoms walked in.

“Dude what the hell,” Lopez said.

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

“Hell yeah,” Lyle chuckled.

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

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

You nodded.

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

“Words buttercup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Listen to direct orders?”

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

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

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

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

“Because we fucked her last night.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[truetogaia]

What is each recom’s favourite ✨position✨?

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

Genre: Smut, 18+

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

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

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QUARITCH:

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

MANSK: 

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

JA/Alexander: 

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

LYLE: 

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

Z:

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

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

[xandy-toady]

Zdinarsk x Afab!Reader || Relationship + NSFW HCs

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

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

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

MAJORITY NSFW THEMED MINORS DNI

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

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

>Staring lovingly just knowing you can feel her watching

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>She finds lots of her own pleasure in you

>ANYWHO

>Zdinarsk KNOWS what’s she’s doing—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Its such a sweet moment

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

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

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

>Lowkey call her daddy in bed and see what happens

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

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

>She ruined you that night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Gently guiding you to rest on her legs

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

>Thumbs rubbing your sides soothingly 😭

>She wears her strap in public so much idc idc

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

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

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

>Often makes you ride her strap

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

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

[tojisun]

my girls <3

zdog/zdinarsk x fem reader; neytiri x fem reader

: just super duper short headcanons because i luv them both so much and im needy afff; zdinarsk is so mommy in a daddy way yk? and neytiri’s so mother ‼️; i need them so bad its insanee; hope yall would like these teehee

zdinarsk is the type to chew her gum slowly, eyeing you, before reaching forward to cup your jaw with one hand to kiss you so filthily. she tastes of cherry, her tongue is warm as it tangles with yours, before she nips your bottom lip with her teeth. her fangs puncture your tender skin, drawing a bead of blood, before she’s pulling away, smirking at your dilated eyes and your muted gasps. too distracted by her kiss, you didn’t even realize she passed your her gum mid-kiss until she’s walked away, leaving you gobsmacked in the middle of an abandoned hallway in the bridgehead avatar compound.

zdinarsk is the type to push you behind her taller body when the rest of the recoms start to tease too much. she snaps her teeth at ja and lightly pushes him away from you two when he draws too close. she rolls her eyes at wainfleet’s wolf whistles and gives him the finger, grumbling underneath her breath when it just makes him laugh harder. she glares at walker when she teasingly insinuates that she’s better than zdinarsk for you. you know it’s all made in jest and to show that you all are a tight-knit, but zdinarsk doesn’t care, she shields you from them all the same. in the comfort of your room, she cuddles with you as if to reassure herself that you’re still hers.

neytiri is the type to crawl into your lap when she wants kisses, her fingers trailing across your arms before she’s looping hers around your neck. she nuzzles your nose with hers, puffs of her breaths tickling your lips, before she’s finally pressing close, slotting her lips with yours. she hums in the kiss, starting slow, and you hold her by the waist when she begins to lick at your lips. when you part them open, letting her tongue meet yours, you hear her sigh happily in the kiss, a breathy moan spilling from her plush lips. she devours your own hiccuped gasps, and you feel dizzy as she continues to kiss you, feeling your skin warming up as you hold her.

neytiri is the type to loop her tail around your leg, keeping herself close to you. it doesn’t matter what the occasion is, as long as standing beside you is permitted, her tail always coils around one of your legs. tsu’tey always teases her that she’s being clingy, but you come to her defense and promise her that you love having her so close. neytiri always looks so smug after, shooting a smirk on tsu’tey’s way, before laughing when your friend just rolls his eyes at you two. whenever she has to venture far from you, she’d grumble to herself before pressing a kiss on your collarbone, promising that she’d be fast and that she’d return to you as soon as she can. and she always does, her tail looping around your leg at the same time her fingers tangle with yours.

[sunandsstars]

i’m so in love with zdinarsk can we pretend like she didn’t die and instead gets saved by a pretty na’vi lady and eventually they fall in love and zdinarsk changes her ways and they live happily ever after 😩

AND AFTER YOUR DEATH

Recom!Zdinarsk x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: She expected to die that night, she got close to it too, but she didn’t expect to wake up in the arms of a pretty Na’vi girl. Warnings: Swearing, Wounds, Death, A little suggestive Word count: 1.5k A/N: Anon, I love that idea. My thirst for Zdinarsk rn is mad crazy. She needs more content 😫 Also i’m so sorry this is late! I’ve been thinking about how to put this story into action. It’s a bit short ngl, but I have another Zdinarsk fic in the works 💪

“shit”

Her side was in agony, searing white hot pain flooding the lower end of her body. Zdinarsk did not expect to live from that, Sully’s crazy bitch shot a long arrow into her and yet she still stands. Barely. All the soldier could think of is whether the rest of her team is ok, she knew not all of them survived, seeing one of her comrades just a few feet from her, lying on his front and a puddle of blood surrounding his body proved that.

Her heart quickened and her breath became shallow, these where her brothers. They fought together on Earth, they shared memories of each other that not many people get the pleasure of. They laughed together, cried together, and now they die together.

A small thump sounded behind where she sat, slouched against some crates by the edge of the SeaDragon. Zdinarsk had no energy to fight, her gun long forgotten by her feet, turning her head at the sound and glancing behind part of the crate she saw a woman. A Na’vi woman. She was checking the pulse of one of the recoms a bit further down. The savage was teal like the other islanders, with the weird tail and funny arms. Z-Dog thought to grab her gun and shoot her but she decided not to, seeing the alien move around towards some humans and doing the same.

What was she doing?

___ glanced around the ship checking for survivors, she wasn’t in Tonowari’s clan. She didn’t live in Awa’atlu but another island more further away, her Tsahìk knew of this attack against the people and like any other Na’vi she was angry, but Eywa has spoken, talked of redemption in blue demons. She was one of the best warriors in her clan and was sent with a few others to look for these strangers, to help guide them and see.

The Metkayinan saw movement in the corner of her eye and shot her head towards it, seeing the quick turn of a head. Creeping towards it the woman looked around the hard box, at first she saw an arrow, it was long and had yellow and green feathers sticking out the end. She could only assume it was from one of the Omaticaya people since the Metkayina only use spears. But upon closer inspection her blue eyes landed on blue skin, a darker shade than her own green with different markings and thinner limbs. Looking at the face she was caught off guard by bright golden eyes, slightly dimmed with lost life but marked out by the bioluminescence freckles that dotted the skin.

___ went to grab the arrow, she had to pull it out or it would cause more trouble for both of them but a growl made her pause her actions. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the sky person sounded angry, her thin tail swishing and smacking on the hard wet ground below them, her forehead creased and teeth bared.

“Oe srung nga” the Metkayina woman blinked, her extra eyelid getting the excess water out from her eyes. She went from looking at the other woman’s face towards her hovered hand, then to the arrow piercing her side.

Zdinarsk groaned in annoyance, of course they wouldn’t be able to understand one another. But at this point she didn’t care, if she where to die here, on this ship with her comrades. She’d be happy to. Not to mention the woman next to her wasn’t half bad looking…

While the soldier was distracted ___ grabbed the hilt of the arrow and pulled. A gasp forced its way out of the forest Na’vi’s mouth and a choked scream refused to come out. Z-Dogs eyes widened, her hand immediately left her side to grasp the strangers wrist, clamping it in her grip and turning it slightly purple. “syeha si, just breathe, you’ll be ok” ___ reached into a little pouch on her side and brought out a few long pieces of seaweed, pressing it into the woman’s side and wrapping them around her torso. She held the hand that was connected to her wrist onto her chest and breathed deeply to instruct her.

Zdinarsk felt the slightly wet chest of the woman and in any other circumstances a smirk would’ve etched its way onto her face. Maybe she would’ve said a few sly comments too, but instead she listened to the slow beat of her companions heart and followed it. Breathing in deeply and slowly pushing the breath out. “Oeng zene hum” ___ pointed to the water and moved her hand slowly across the sea, telling the recom that they must go back to her home and away from this fight. The soldier got the point and nodded, she figured that the Na’vi woman wasn’t a threat to her, she would have killed her by now if she were right?

___ helped the recom up onto her feet with great effort and as soon as they both stood up she noticed a height difference between them. The sky person was a few inches taller, the tip of her head only reaching just below her shoulders. The Metkayinan heights usually differ from person to person, but a female would typically be smaller than a males, being tall isn’t something valued in the sea like in the forest. Both woman walked (or limped) closer to the edge of the ship and ___ did a series of clicking sounds from her mouth, calling out her tsurak. She helped Z-Dog get over the banister and into the water, luckily the boat was tilted far enough to do it without struggle. Then she dived in herself and linked with the creature, staying above the surface while they swim back to her home.

Zdinarsk can’t remember the last time she got to relax.

It’s been a few months since the fight broke out and her wound has fully healed, the flesh however was scarred and tender to the touch. But she has never felt more free, her clothes have been changed to those of the Na’vi and she has learnt the ways of a warrior, being a soldier it came easy to her. That and she had a great teacher.

___ has looked after her, cleaned her wounds, made her food, taught her the customs and the language. She also comforted the recom when she woke up from sleep, sobbing out for her comrades and experiencing that of extreme stress. War does that to people. The Metkayinan always rubbed her shoulders and sang comforting songs to ease her back into slumber before dozing off next to her, they were never too far from one another.

Currently Zdinarsk was feeling her hair, she kept the shaved sides but the mohawk grew out, it being put into little braids that would make it easier for her to have in the water. “Do you like it?” ___ softly whispered out, her tail flapping on the floor nervously, “if you would like beads i can add them, i know the forest people use them”.

“Oe tìyawn fi’u”

___ grinned and grabbed her companions hand, placing it onto her chest where her heart beat can be felt. It was pacing fast. Zdinarsk couldn’t help but tease her “I thought that a fast beating heart is bad for the water” she chuckled as her tail swung in glee, they knew of the feelings they held for one another, but it was unspoken and whenever approached words where shy. She wanted to change that.

“It is, but you are not water” ___ looked at her through lowered lids and Zdinarsk couldn’t help but take a breath. She was absolutely beautiful, eclipse was near and the sky’s where filled with pinks and oranges, it reflecting sweetly onto her teal skin and shining off her blue eyes. The recoms eyes drifted to her lips where they sat plush on her skin, they were soft and kissable, a cute shade of pink.

___ caught the other warrior staring and grinned, fangs slightly poking out “What is it you say? See something you like?” Z-Dog choked on her own spit. I guess ___ caught more onto English than Zdinarsk with Na’vi. The Metkayinan chuckled at her expression, the atmosphere went from playful to calm, blue eyes met yellow and it was like the world stopped.

Z-Dog cupped her face and leaned in, lips meeting each others in a sweet kiss. Both faces flushed in a scarlet, tips of the ears becoming darker. Zdinarsk would never have thought she’d be here, in the enemies home learning their ways and falling in love with one of them.

“The way of water connects all things” ___ broke apart from the kiss to exclaim, “from your birth and after your death” she whispered. “A part of you died on that ship, the human side. Now you are Metkayina. You are one of us now” she rested her cheek on Zdinarsk’s shoulder, looking towards the setting sun. The other warrior couldn’t help but agree, she found a new life, a new home, she knew that the sky people will be back, but unlike her old life, this time she’ll fight amongst her people. With her mate by her side.

[nervousd]

Falling in Love with a Na’vi

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

#SYNOPSIS: headcanon on z-dog falling for a na’vi

#WARNING(S)— implied imprisonment, imprisonment, implications of seducing, violence, kidnapping, mistreatment, implications of torture, implications of Stockholm syndrome

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Z-Dog

Meeting Z-Dog would probably be under unfortunate circumstances. Either meeting her in the forest with the sullies or even being plucked away from the Metkayina as a way to gain leverage over the oceanic clan. Used as a bargaining chip with a gun pointed at your head, your clanmates would cry out in horror as you’re dragged off with the sky people.

Cue the questioning and perhaps even torture, asking in what clan is Toruk Makto residing in. In the end you’ll be confused and exhausted, dropped in a cellar uncaring of your well being. Z-dog would be curious on the differences between her body and yours. Watching you in the sidelines, eyes roaming your body uncaring if you caught her in the act. She’ll probably flash a cocky smirk, gum popping.

At one point her curiosity would win the best of her and before she knows it her hands are on you. Roaming over every curve and detail, memorizing each unique trait you had. Fingers brushing against your inner thigh, groping your flesh. She’ll tug on your tail enjoying the hiss you would send her way. You’ll try and swat her hands away, snapping your teeth in anger. She’ll laugh at your anger and frustration, tugging on your braid.

Her teammates would notice her fascination with you, teasing and prodding of her obvious interest in you. At one point, the squad will consciously try and get the two of you alone, stating how maybe having a hostile on their side would benefit them. Even going as far as suggesting to having a personal intimate bond with a native.

By all means z-dog is on board with the implications. She’ll start off slow not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. Offering a piece of gum as a peace treaty and enjoying the curious look on your face. Opening your mouth wide, thumb pressing down on your tongue. She’ll place the treat inside your mouth, eyeing the way you chew curiously. She’ll probably try and teach you how to pop gum and laugh when you fail miserably.

She’ll also try and learn how to speak na’vi to communicate better with you and even teach you English. When she hears you speak of home, begging to be set free she’ll offer small trinkets such as seashells or flowers in order to soothe you. Unknowingly, she would start the courting process as she offers more things, going as far as hunting small animals so you won’t have to eat human food. Showing that she can be a reliable mate to depend on. All in all she would be really sweet other than maybe pushing herself into your comfort zone.

[pompomegranates]

Z dog x Reader: First Impressions 🔞

Ao3 link here

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You run some papers to Colonel Quaritch when you happen to meet a tall tattooed female recom who piques your interest. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought she would be interested too but life is full of surprises.

Warnings: 18+!Smutt, degrading, size difference

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All the computers had gone down in your department. Engineers were working on fixing the issue but in the meantime everything was back to the classic pen and paper. Being a low-level administrative clerk, the task of running back and forth between departments to deliver correspondence had been given to you. Your heels clicked against the smooth floor, echoing off the high ceilings that were built to accommodate the recoms’ extreme heights. In the year you had worked on the base, you had never been to this section. At a fork in the corridors, you referred to the crudely-drawn map from your team leader and headed to the left. As you picked up the pace, you double checked that all four documents were still attached to the clipboard.

After a couple more turns, you reached the door to the office your boss had sent you to. Colonel Miles Quaritch. The leader of the recombinant squad. You had never met any of the recoms before, only heard all the vicious rumours surrounding the soldiers. Worrying your lower lip between your teeth, you took a moment to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and smooth out your skirt. Taking a deep breath, you requested access to the office from the pad on the wall.

The colonel granted you entrance and the door slid open.

You weren’t expecting him to have company.

A female recombinant was leant against the wall to the left of the desk, which the colonel was seated behind. The woman’s posture was relaxed, casual, familiar. Her heavily tattooed arms were crossed over her chest. The pop of her gum startled you. She smirked as her eyes raked up and down your body.

After taking another deep breath to calm your nerves, you turned to address the colonel.

“I have some documents that require your signature, sir.”

“They decide you little ones need more exercise on this base or what?” The colonel quipped.

It took you a moment to realise what he was truly asking. “Oh,” you said, when your brain finally caught up. “The tech is down in my department so everything is back to pen and paper for the time being unfortunately.”

With a flick of his wrist, Colonel Quaritch summoned you to his desk.

You knew that the Na’vi were tall. Residing on the base for a year you would be a fool not to have picked up at least the basics on the native species. Yet you had never come into contact with one: avatar, recombinant or biological. Being in the modest office of the recombinant colonel made the height difference explicitly clear. You could only just see over the desk as you approached it. With him reclining in a massive office chair, you only reached the colonel’s chest. And, being beside the desk, you were closer to the female recom. You came to realise you barely reached her waist even in your heels. Tilting your neck back, you looked up at her face as she towered over you. Your knees turned to jelly, but not just from the staggering height difference; the smirk on her face shot warmth through your bloodstream.

With a click of his fingers, your attention was brought back to the colonel.

“Hand ‘em over, doll. I don’t have all day.” His tone wasn’t as harsh as his words but that didn’t calm your nerves completely. As he took the clipboard—which looked comically small in his large hands—you wrung your hands together.

Leaving the colonel to read through the documents, you stole glances at the other recom. Every time your eyes looked over, hers were firmly and shamelessly fixed on you. Heat bloomed in your cheeks. A small yelp slipped through your lips when you accidentally made eye contact. You heard her chuckle. Screwing your eyes shut, you prayed to every god you could think of that Quaritch would hurry up so you could scurry back to the safety of your department.

Mercifully, the colonel signed all four documents without any questions. He handed the clipboard back and dismissed you. You nodded your head respectfully to both of them before scurrying from the room.

As the door slid shut, you heard the colonel’s deep voice. “I know that look, Zdinarsk,” he said.

You didn’t catch her reply as the door sealed behind you. At least now you had a name for the tall, intimidating female recom.

Once the computers were back up and running in your department, work commenced as usual. Your poor feet were given a must-needed break from running around acting as a messenger.

Tucked in the back corner of the office, you kept your head down and got on with your work. During slow moments, you sneakily searched Zdinarsk in the system. Warmth flooded your cheeks as the ID pictures of both her human and recombinant self popped up on your screen. You slumped down slightly in your chair so no one could spot your blush.

Emails pinged in your inbox; you flicked back and forth between the two pages, barely able to focus on what people were asking you for when you could be learning more about the tattooed recom. Reading up on her past life in the marines and her untimely death, which led to her being reanimated in a Na’vi body, you were consumed by her. So much so that you neglected your work altogether.

Someone shouting your name across the office snapped you out of your trance. Your boss, leaning round the door frame into his office, was glaring at you.

“I need you to email me the final draft of the ‘epsilon case’ contract now. What are you playing at?”

Cringing down in your seat, you stuttered out a weak apology that satisfied your boss enough to slink back into his office. You quickly sent him the document and closed Zdinarsk’s profile completely to avoid the temptation.

Lunch rolled around and you had finally managed to push Zdinarsk to the back of your mind in order to focus on your work. You sent off a final email before joining your coworkers in the cafeteria. Waving to a few friends, you joined the back of the queue.

The atmosphere in the cafeteria changed suddenly. An air of curiosity and mild fear quickly replaced the steady chatter of polite small talk and office gossip. You look up from the salad bar to see a Na’vi body ducking to fit under the door. As she stood up to full height, head almost scraping the ceiling that you had never considered low before, you realised it was your recombinant. Zdinarsk. Before she could catch you gaping like a fish, you turned back to the counter.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You had never heard her voice before but you could tell it was Zdinarsk. But she couldn’t be talking to you. You’d never spoken before. Nothing you had done would warrant a pet name like that. Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you reached out to start ladling food onto your plate.

A large blue hand curled around your upper arm. You froze, staring at the long fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Why don’t you come eat with the grownups,” she offered. You could hear the smirk on her face through her tone.

Your head whipped round. Underestimating her staggering height, you were faced with her chest. Blushing furiously, you looked up to meet her gaze. Stuttering something unintelligible, you tried to tell her you were supposed to stay in the cafeteria during your lunch break.

“Let me rephrase,” Zdinarsk said as she took the tray from your hands. “You’re coming with me.”

It took you a minute of being tugged down the corridors for your brain to catch up.

“Ma’am—” you began.

She cut you off with a humoured scoff. “Don’t call me that. It’s Zdinarsk or Z.”

“Zdinarsk.” You enjoyed how her name felt in your mouth. You’d never let yourself say it aloud for fear of being caught in your obsession. Now you never wanted to stop saying it. Zdinarsk Zdinarsk Zdinarsk. “Where are we going?” You asked finally.

“Recom messhall. Much better fit for me than those tiny plastic benches.” She spoke so simply as if you were the crazy one for asking, not her for dragging you away with zero context. Realising you weren’t going to get anything more helpful from her, you chewed on your lower lip and allowed her to lead you along.

The ceilings got taller, the hallways wider. Through the windows, you saw human scientists scurrying around a Na’vi body laid out on a table, leaning over each others’ shoulders to read from screens. Zdinarsk tugged you through a door into a hall similar to the cafeteria she had stolen you from ten minutes prior, only this one was larger and nicer than the other.

A clamour of greetings filled the space as the other recoms welcomed Zdinarsk back. You smoothed out your clothes and hair nervously, fear flooding your body at the sight of the giant recombinant soldiers dotted around at the various tables.

“So this is the human,” one of them said. You had researched the rest of the squad before but couldn’t really tell them all apart.

“Not another word, Wainfleet,” Zdinarsk said. That identified one of the recoms: Lyle Wainfleet. The rest of them leering down at you were still a mystery. Clasping your hands tightly, you waited for Zdinarsk to lead you across the room, her hand gently pushing between your shoulder blades. A shiver ran down your spine when one of her fingers touched the back of your exposed neck.

The food counter came up to your chest. Everything made you feel so minuscule. Fortunately, Zdinarsk fixed you a plate so you didn’t have to experience the embarrassment of having to try to do it yourself. With all the other recoms towering over you, their attention focused solely on you and Zdinarsk, you felt even smaller. You felt like a child finally being promoted to the adults’ table at Christmas dinner: you were invited to join them but you didn’t quite fit in.

Steeling yourself, you turned to Zdinarsk. “Why did you bring me here?”

Zdinarsk swallowed the mouthful of food she had shovelled into her mouth before replying. “Wanted to see you.” Again, she was speaking so plainly as if the answer were obvious, as if your head wasn’t swimming with dozens of loud anxious questions.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “But why here?” The eyes of all the curious recoms were making you antsy. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up, your limbs buzzing with nervous energy.

“Didn’t want to scare you off being alone.” She twirled her fork around her fingers.

You raised an eyebrow, confused.

She chuckled, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Just sitting next to you right now I can barely keep my hands to myself.” Her hand found where your shirt tucked into your trousers and slipped beneath the fabric to touch your bare skin. You gripped the chair to keep from jumping. She grinned. You could feel the smile against your cheek as she leaned closer. “If we were alone, you wouldn’t be wearing so many clothes. And most people don’t react well to that happening so fast.”

You looked up at her wide-eyed, mouth agape.

“Your skin’s so soft, so warm,” she muttered, her eyes fluttering shut as she traced circles into your flesh.

Your breath hitched.

She returned to her full height, taking another bite of her meal as if nothing had happened, as if you weren’t melting into a puddle right there in the seat.

With shuddering breath, you looked around the room in an attempt to calm down. As your sight moved from the ceiling, you caught Wainfleet’s eyes. His grin made you jump. Quickly, you snapped your gaze back to your plate.

“She’s real cute,” Wainfleet said.

Zdinarsk pointed her fork at him threateningly. “I said not another word.”

After forcing your food down, your lunch hour was coming to an end. Zdinarsk escorted you back to your department. A few corridors away, she stopped. Sinking to her knees to close the height difference (though she still towered over you) she took you by the shoulders. The eye contact made your knees weak.

“I’m sorry for springing that on you but I haven’t been able to get my mind off you since I saw you,” she said.

Your face broke out in a tender smile. “Me neither,” you admitted in a breathless whisper.

Zdinarsk groaned, resting her forehead on top of your head. “Fuck it,” you heard her murmur into your hair before she rose to her feet and scooped you up in her arms.

“What are you doing?” You cried, squirming in her grasp. She didn’t deign to reply with words. The closet door shutting behind you was answer enough.

Zdinarsk dropped you onto a sturdy shelf, her hands reaching to undo your trousers. Your shirt slipped off one shoulder and she dived at the opportunity to lick a line from your collarbone to your ear. You shuddered as thoughts of her tongue on other parts of your body flooded your brain.

With one “wait” from you she paused, pulling back to look into your eyes. “I’m meant to be at work,” you said.

Her big yellow eyes blinked once. “Is that your only objection to this?”

You nodded sheepishly.

Zdinarsk huffed a laugh, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll get someone to email your boss. I’m borrowing you for work purposes.” Her head bowed down to return to kissing your neck.

“This isn’t work!” You protested.

“With what I’m about to do to you, sweetheart, believe me, I will be putting in work.”

Speechless, you stared at her smug face. She held eye contact as she unfastened your trousers. Lifting you up effortlessly, she slid them down your legs. Her strength made you dizzy. No human could manhandle you so easily. It was exhilarating.

Your hands found purchase in her shirt as she sank to her knees. With you up on the shelf, you were face to face with Zdinarsk for the first time. Her yellow eyes bore into yours. She ran her tongue over her teeth before burying her face in your neck, sucking and kissing with such vigour you knew she would leave marks. But as her hand travelled between your thighs, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was the addictive feeling of her all around you. You never wanted her to stop.

As you took hold of the hem of her shirt, she pulled away from you long enough for you to lift it over her head. She didn’t give you any time to enjoy her upper body clad only in her sports bra because she returned almost immediately to her mission of covering your neck in purple bruises. Your hands did the exploring your eyes couldn’t. Running your deft fingers over every delicious line of her defined abs up to her sternum and over her shoulders. You traced the edges of her tattoos down her muscular arms as she pulled sighs and moans from your lips.

A sharp gasp filled the room as she slipped her hand into your underwear. As quickly as the pressure against your clit appeared, it vanished. The loss of pressure made you whine.

“Someone’s desperate,” Zdinarsk purred.

“You’re the one that dragged me into a closet.” You fixed her with a self-satisfied smirk despite the tightening knot deep in the pit of your stomach.

Zdinarsk let out a growl. “Don’t get clever with me, pretty girl. I don’t like smartasses.”

“I’m not wrong though,” you muttered.

The glare she levelled you was nothing short of fierce. The warmth in your veins abruptly turned to ice. You curled in on yourself submissively, bowing your head. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Better,” she said, scratching her nails down your inner thighs enough to leave pale lines in your skin. You shuddered as the fear in your body melted into arousal once more.

“If you want this to be enjoyable, you listen to everything I tell you,” she continued, grabbing you by the throat and pinning you against the wall. “I’ll get off just as easily to your understimulated whines or overstimulated cries as I will to your satisfied moans. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, yes. I promise. I promise I’ll be good.” The words tumbled from your quivering lips. The hand not clamped around your throat was tauntingly close to your cunt. All you wanted was for her to touch you. You’d promise her all the stars in the galaxy if it meant she put you out of your misery and slid one of her long fingers inside your aching pussy.

Satisfied with your show of submission, Zdinarsk leant down to steal a kiss from your plush lips. Her hand unlatched from your throat and travelled down to grope your breasts through your shirt.

Zdinarsk swallowed your loud moan as one of her deft fingers finally delved into your soaking pussy.

“You gotta be more quiet, sweetheart,” she cooed. “Anyone could be walking past.”

You whined. “But you feel so good. Your fingers are huge!”

She chuckled. “Best part about my new body. That and these…” She grinned, revealing the elongated canine teeth. Your mind blanked. The most sinful, wanton sound slipped from your lips. Zdinarsk laughed. You would flush with embarrassment if you could think about anything other than the feeling of her finger pumping in and out of you at a torturously slow pace, and the deep desire to feel her fangs sinking into your flesh.

“You want another?” She asked as she ever so slightly picked up the pace. You nodded furiously. “Use your words.”

“Please. Please, Z. I want another finger. Please.”

Mercifully, she obliged. Your back arched as her two fingers stretched you open.

Her other hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, exposing the column of your throat. “Your babbling is so fucking cute,” she growled as she tilted her head to bite down shallowly on your pulse points. Breathlessly, you moaned her name as she dragged her teeth down your neck.

Your thighs squeezed her hand as her thumb began to rub circles on your aching clit. “Spread your legs,” she hissed. You mumbled your apologies and did as she commanded.

Her free hand unbuttoned your shirt to allow her to suck and bite marks into your collarbone as her fingers picked up the pace, building you closer closer closer to your release. She ran her hand over your stomach and squeezed your breasts, tracing her thumb over your nipples through the lace of your bra. Every move of her fingers, every kiss and nip of her mouth and teeth combined had you slipping closer to release.

She adjusted the angle of her fingers deep inside you and you cried out. She hummed against your throat before sucking harder on your skin.

“I’m gonna—fuck, Z, I’m gonna cum.”

“Beg for it.”

You screwed your eyes shut, frantically holding onto your release, doing your best to obey her. Desperate pleas poured from your lips alongside high-pitched moans and lewd whispers of her name.

“Good girl. Go ahead.” No sooner had the words passed her lips, you came around her fingers, soaking her hand and the shelf beneath you. Tears spilled down your cheeks as your back arched off the wall. You mumbled thank yous repeatedly as you came back to your body. Your limbs tingled with electricity as you slumped down in pure fucked-out bliss.

“So pretty,” Zdinarsk murmured as she kissed away the tears from your pink cheeks. “And just from two of my fingers. Imagine what else I could do to you.”

You looked up at her in awe. “You’d do this again? With me?”

“Sweetheart, I’d have you every second of every day if I could.”

You threw your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you. “Oh, please!”

Zdinarsk chuckled and kissed your cheek. She unlocked your arms from around her shoulders and replaced them with your legs.

“What are you doing?” You squeaked as she licked a stripe up your pussy to your clit.

“Fuck, you taste delicious,” she moaned.

“Z—”

She looked up at you from between your thighs. Your juices glistened on her lips. “I’m just cleaning you up,” she said, that same infuriating matter-of-fact tone back in her voice. “Unless you think you’ve got another one in you.” She raised her eyebrows, silently challenging you.

You didn’t know if you did but you wanted nothing more than to feel her tongue on you again. You nodded, awe plainly written on your face.

“Good girl,” Zdinarsk said, lapping at your pussy again. She held eye contact as you bit down on your fist to quiet your moans. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she sucked on your clit. You gripped the shelf beneath you so tightly you broke a nail. You didn’t even register the pain, all-consumed by the pleasure she was bringing you.

As the coil deep in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, you bent double over Zdinarsk’s head. Your breath came out in canine pants, your chest heaving. You felt Zdinarsk’s laugh vibrating through your cunt. Her devious, magnificent tongue brought you back to your peak far quicker than you were expecting. You’d never finished in such quick succession before. Yet there you were begging for her permission again. Graciously, she let you without much convincing.

You fought to catch your breath, slumped over Z’s head. She took hold of your arms and helped you sit up. Cradling your head in her hands, she gazed at you with stark admiration in her yellow eyes.

“Gorgeous,” she whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to your quivering lips.

You smiled. “So much for cleaning me up,” you quipped.

Zdinarsk laughed, smoothing your flyaway hairs. “Clearly you’ve got another one in you, sweetheart.”

“No! No. No more. I can’t.”

“You’re still coherent. I’ll know you’re fully fucked out when you can’t even say your own name.”

A shudder ran down your spine.

“But I guess I’ll go easy on you for now, princess, but I won’t be this nice forever,” she said. You hoped she’d keep that promise, eager to figure out what a night of her glorious torture would include.

Zdinarsk ran soothing circles into your skin as you came down from your high. She pressed sweet kisses to your face and mopped up your tears. Using her shirt, she mopped up the mess you’d made between your legs, insisting she had no qualms returning to the recom barracks in just her sports bra. She was so confident in her body; you wouldn’t guess she had only been in it for a few months instead of her whole life with the way she carried herself. Though, how could anyone tell her anything? She could easily squash any human that had a problem with her half-nakedness.

With a few final kisses and some clothing adjustments, you took her hand and left the closet. Fortunately, the hallway was clear. Zdinarsk escorted you back to your office.

She stole the pen tucked into your pocket and scribbled a four digit code onto the back of your hand. “The code to my room. Meet me there when you get off work tonight.” With a quick kiss goodbye, she pushed the button to open the door and left you to return to your desk.

“Where the hell were you?” Your boss snapped, appearing from his office.

“Zdinarsk needed to borrow me. We had permission from Colonel Quaritch.”

Your boss didn’t look too pleased but with the rank of the man you used as an excuse, he could do nothing. You prayed Zdinarsk would remember to get Quaritch to email your boss. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much as your mind ran away with all the possibilities of what Z had in store for you that night.

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

Hiiiii!!!! I’m super gay and was wondering if you are open to writing an avatar Walker x metkayina! Fem reader x zdog smut. They both discover metkayina reader when they were torturing the metkayina clan and they are smitten by her so they kidnap her. Then pls make it smut where they take her virginity with their strapons, fingering, pussy eating (metkayina reader eats their pussies), and then a forced soul tie. They are both very cocky, dominant, and rough with reader. I hope this isn’t too dark and something you’re willing to write

zdinarsk x metkayina!fem!reader x walker.

warnings: vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem. rec.) masturbating, fxfxf, lesbian sex !!, face riding, threesome, slight dirty talking (if you squint!!), slight praising (not really), facials,pls tell me if i forgot any!

zdinarsk and walker were fascinated by the way the metkayina women looked, their hair, clothes, bodies, they've never seen this much women since they woke up as na’vi, they were in heaven..

when the z-dog saw you, tears in your eyes running down your cheeks, the way your wet clothes clung to you body, espicially your top, the fabric of your tiny top that did nothing to cover your entire chest clung to your boobs, defining your perky tits. what caught her attention was your hard nipples, she knew walker would like to look at a pretty thing like you. "look," z-dog said smirking as she nudged walker with her elbow, the woman groaned at her for doing that and looked at what z-dog pointed, "oh shit.." was all walker could think of, she was absolutely shocked with the mesmerizing view she was looking at.

the two women looked at each other, shit eating smirk on both their lips.

and that's how you ended up in this situation, woth z-dog sitting on your face grinding her hips down on your mouth as you lapped up her juices as you laid on your back, legs wide open and shaking, one hand on z-dog's waist, three fingers pinching her skin, thumb rubbing on the flesh, the other hand on walkers head, tugging at her hair as her fingers worked inside you, curling and abusing your sweet spot.

you were trying your best to be good and follow their orders since z-dog pressed her gun to your back. the cold metal made goosebumps appear all over your skin. they were both talking, but you couldn't make out what they were saying.

z-dog's tank top had already been thrown somewhere neither you nor walker are going to find it, her fingers on her nipple playing with the little bud, her other hand on your head, digging into your skull, making you groan and moan both from the pleasure of walker's tongue and pain from the way zdinarsk held your head.

"f-fuck her mo-uth feels so-sso good." you weren't capable of understanding her weird language, and you knew better than to ask.

"tastes so good, ya gotta try her pussy, shit tastes so good, better than strawberries."

walker's fingers started working inside you at a faster pace now, pumping in and out of you as she blew cold air onto your clitoral area, making you buck your hips and whimper against zdinarsk's puffy clitoral area.

it was too much; it felt too good, too. you let out a high-pitched moan when walker sucked your clir harder than ever. the act made your eyes roll to the back of your head, made your toes flex, and made your back arch. when you moaned, z-dog felt the vibrations on her core, and it made her let out a moan. "do that again, god. fuck, it feels so good. do that again, walker!" and when walker heard z-dog's words, her voice would half scream and half moan. she sucked again, this time harder, and to that, you responded yet again with another moan.

a lot of time has passed; your legs are so weak now; your pussy feels numb; you can't even feel your insides, but you enjoy it; every lick, every bite, it all makes your body spark with need.

zdinarsk started grinding on your face now, coating your entire face with her slick, and you had started to grind your pussy on walker's tongue as she moaned and furiously rubbed on her clitoral area. the white sticky liquid of your post-orgasms started to make bubbles between your folds as you gushed out yet another orgasm. it was hard to breathe. the way z-dog was grinding down on your face, you felt your lungs burn from holding your breath for too long.

before you could even comprehend what was happening to you, you felt z-dog's sweet-tasting cum ooze out of her hole and land on your face.

and just like that, both girls were done with you; they got up and put their clothes back on, and you turned to the side and stayed laying down on your side for a while, thinking of what happened. this few-hour thing made your insides unfeelable and your clitoral area hurt, yet it felt so good?

[mara-tevith-solo]

Masterlist Collection

Sing A Little Song For Me (Recom Quaritch): 18+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Give Me A Reason (Recom Wainfleet): 18+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

I’m Your Sinner And You’re My Goddess (Recom Zdinarsk): 18+ Oneshot

Learn Something New (Hunter): 18+ Oneshot

Keeping Secrets (Fives): 18+ Oneshot 

Til The End (Tech): 18+ Oneshot

To End The World For You (Ser Harwin Strong): PG-13

To End The World For You (Aemond Targaryen): PG-13

Part 1

Part 2

Steady As She Goes (Captain Pike AOS): 18+

One Enchanted Evening (Adam Warlock): 18+

Part 1

Part 2

Fate Thinks She’s Funny (Adam Warlock): 18+ In Progress

It Takes Two (Miguel O’Hara): 18+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

[defodisturbed]

Diet Culture - Poly!Recoms x PlusSize!reader

(A/N: inspired by the song Diet Culture by Brye! i love the song and can relate to it as a mid/plus-size person. i wrote this for my friend (you know who you are) and thought she would like it! i've always felt insecure and i'm sure many of you have as well. i hope this can bring you some joy or comfort even in the slightest. enjoy!)

And I know their worst fear is to look like me

And that fact makes me want to kill somebody.

To be a plus-sized person in the modern age has never been an easy feat. At least in the 16-18th century they thought it was very beautiful and desirable to have a body like mine. But now, as resources run dry and there's no space for everyone due to overpopulation, everyone hates fat people more than ever before. The body positivity movement was popular and utilized in the 21st century, but thats far, far behind us now. I feel crippling anxiety and shame every day for having to do the simplest things. Riding the train, feeling tired, and hell, even eating. My last thought before dying was that maybe in the next life I could be thinner.

Here I am now, staring at myself in the mirror. My skin is blue, I have stripes, and Lord, what a fatass I feel like. Why couldn't Parker or whoever's in charge of Project Phoenix just let me live in peace for once? My teammates are standing behind me as I examine my new teeth, tail, and my new skin. How big of a hospital gown did they have to make for me? I should apologize for this. I should apologize for having been brought back. Nobody wants a fat girl on their team. Nobody likes a fat girl. Nobody cares about fat girls. My thoughts run rampant through my head as I start to zone out.

"Hey, Y/N, you good? I know it's a little weird at first..." Lyle asks. I snap out of it and start to walk towards the door. I ask for someone to take me to my room, and so they escort me to my new place. It's very nice. They give me a lot of clothes and tell me to get comfortable because I'll be here awhile.

I get changed and explore my room. It's well lit, and when the lights are off, you can barely see anything. That's good for sleep. The bed is soft and it is comfortable.

When I get settled, the first number I call is my best friend. I tell her about how I just got resurrected and she asks how I feel.

"Fucking horrible. My body is still as fat if not fatter than it was before, my hair is messy, my skin is blue now, I have a weird tail and sharp teeth, and I just want to die again. I would like to die over and over again until they bring me back in at least a smaller body."

My friend tries to comfort me but her advice just doesn't do the trick this time. I tell her I gotta unpack and get situated. We say goodbye and I hang up.

Fuck, why did they have to do this to me?

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I hear a knock at the door. I roll my eyes, making a game out of guessing who wants to talk to me now. I open the door, seeing my old friend, Alicia Zdinarsk. I invite her in and she offers to help me unpack. I accept her offer, and as we unpack, she tells me how weird it was for her to wake up blue as well. I wanted to shout IT'S NOT THE BLUE! IT'S NOT THE TAIL, NOT THE TEETH, NOTHING LIKE THAT! but I held back. I can't argue without crying anyway.

"Hey, you okay? You kind of zoned out in the wakeup room." Z says. I reply, "Yeah, it's just I really wish they revived me in a smaller body. I don't know how they expect a fat girl to-"

"No. You're not gonna call yourself fat as an insult. You're so awesome, and I cannot imagine being here again without you. Sure, people on Earth might've hated fat people, but we're not on Earth anymore. And last time I checked, we all love you just as you are. You don't need to change anything about you. We love you more than you could ever imagine, okay?" Z said. I was stunned. "Okay." I replied. I was always amazed by their collective love for me, but I never thought it was as deep as this. Nobody has ever told me they love me in the way Z just did, let alone a whole team of soldiers.

"Hello?? Y/N, Z??? You in there??? Mansk is making cocktails for us and I want us all to be there when we get drunk and grind-y tonight!" Lyle yelled through the door, banging on it as he did so. "Lyle, we're gonna head over in a second! For right now, keep it in your pants!" Z yelled back. I chuckled as we finished the last box of stuff. I could hear Lyle make a noise of disappointment outside, not wanting to wait any longer. I rolled my eyes and looked into Z's deeply, before pulling her in for a little kiss. She returned it, and we hugged until Lyle came banging on the door again.

"Can we at least watch a movie in the meantime??"

MWAH hope yall enjoyed!! @dyingofcookies thought you would like this :3 💋💋

[backmuscles21]

Dead To Me

Zdog x Reader

Summary: You couldn't be happier with your girlfriend; you never wanted to be apart from her, but then you had a choice: fight for the humans or the Na'vi. Zdog is my muscle mommy and you can't tell me any different.

Warnings: explicit language, internalized homophobia, implied/referenced homophobia, lesbian character

You were in the garage working on your mech suit, you were trying to switch out some of the hydraulics, being an engineer in the Marines was both amazing and kind of rough. It was better than running drills, if you had to be sweaty and covered in grease, might as well be while you're close to a shower.

It wasn’t till you heard some commotion that you remembered there was a whole bunch of new scientists and marines coming in today. You kept on working and occasionally your eyes would flick up to your colonel in his mech suit and more often than not look at your girlfriend working on some guns with Lyle. It made you smile; it also made your cheeks heat up whenever you found yourself just staring at her biceps.

You heard your colonel start talking to someone, you turned your head to see him walking along with some new guy in a wheelchair. As they go to pass by you, Quaritch calls out your rank, you stand up and grab the towel by you to clean your hands.

“Jake this is (y/n), she is an engineer, a damn good one at that. Also has an avatar body. Turns out when you can kick ass and know languages really well, you’ll get the job.”

You laughed a little and cleaned off your hand and shook Jake’s hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Jake.”

“You too, good to know there’s another marine in an avatar body.”

“I didn’t come here for that; I came here as a marine but I picked up the language quickly and Grace needs protection. It’s more money so why not.”

Jake could already tell he liked your smile; you were so kind and sweet it’s hard to find that on earth and on top of that finding it in the Marines.

“I wouldn’t think about flirting with her or trying to start anything,” Quaritch said to Jake as they left you to your work.

“Why, she yours?”

“No, but she is hers,” Quaritch points to Zdinarsik who looks like she’s about to rip his head off.

“She is quite tough and very possessive of that girl. They work well as a team though, and get everything done no questions asked and everything is done right. Try to stay on her good side.”

“Got it, don’t flirt with mean scary girl’s girlfriend.”

Zdog walked over to you and had you in her arms, you knew she was jealous, almost everyone here knew you were hers and knew to steer clear. You were pretty and Zdog knew that she didn’t need these horny military boys coming after you when you were hers.

The next few days went by and it was Jake’s first day linking in with you, you heard about how his first time linking in went. He ran out onto the field still in his medical gown and everything, you and Grace had a good laugh about that.

You and Jake were going out to do some field research with Norm and Grace, you were excited to get back into your Na’vi body and stretch your legs. You hadn’t been out in a while but they were going far out and needed some extra firepower. Linking in and getting ready to head out was the best, you looked just like you did out of your avatar, armed to the teeth and in camo pants. You kissed Zdog before linking in and she saw you in the garage before flying off with your team. It was weird being so much taller than your girlfriend, normally she was a few inches taller than you and more muscular but now you had everything on her. Saying goodbye was always the hardest, you knew you wouldn’t die but there’s always a chance and just being away from her for hours sucked too.

Grace was on the ground scanning neural pathways in the roots of the forest, she and Norm were geeking out over the synapsis. You chuckled hearing them talk, you and Jake were keeping watch, hoping no bogeys decided to visit, you wanted this to be a quick in and out.

But Jake just had to fuck it up, now he’s missing and we can’t find him.

“I can go boots on the ground.”

“It’s getting dark, that’s stupid,” Grace replies.

“Well, what are we supposed to do? The guy knows nothing and to top that off he’s an idiot. We can’t just leave him alone.”

“We can pick up in the morning.”

“No, let me down, I’ll take a look.”

“Absolutely not, we’re heading back.”

“If we lose his billion-dollar avatar body, it’s your fault.”

So, you went back to the base and hours later, Jake came out of his link pod, the idiot found his way into the Na’vi people.

Months went by and you could tell, Jake wasn’t on the side of humans anymore, he was more Na’vi than human. He spent every constant second linking in, he was obsessed with the people, the land, and Neytiri.

It was time to make a decision, were you team human or team Na’vi, you and Trudy were talking and you were going to save Grace, Norm, and Jake. You were going to get them out of there and get them to safety, you were going to help the Na’vi that was the only way. You didn’t want to hurt people, that’s not why you signed up for this, you disagreed with Quaritch’s methods.

So, you helped them escape.

Then you lost Grace and it made you lose yourself a little.

She was one of your best friends, you in a split second gave up your military friends and your girlfriend. Grace and you had a strong connection for being in two different parts of an operation. You cried a lot, it was hard to be without her here with you and on top of that, you just left your girlfriend with nothing. You just left her, you didn’t break up with her, you just chose the opposite side which was basically the same thing. She was going to feel so betrayed; she was going to hate your guts; she was going to kill you if she ever found you.

You cried for the loss of your best friend and for just leaving your girlfriend, you still loved her so much. But that didn’t matter anymore, you had a job to do, you had to fight back, you were going to win. In the short time of getting ready for battle, you tamed an ikran, you changed into traditional Na’vi attire, you had your hair done and you found yourself falling into the same trap Jake did.

You loved this place, the people, the culture, the flora and fauna.

You couldn’t leave now; you were going to stay if they let you and if you survived this gruesome battle.

After the battle, mourning the dead, getting rid of the unwanted sky people and trying to move into a new safe home, it was finally a moment to breathe. You assimilated with the people, you were a true Na’vi and to top it off, you were permanently in your avatar body. You were one of the best warriors the Omaticaya had now, you and Jake were the best of the best.

However, sky people will always return.

Jake has kids now; you were the most decorated warrior and you weren’t as successful in finding a mate. You never really tried; you figured trying to go after a girl here was hard. You did have men try to court you but it never felt right, it felt like you were being pushed into the closet again. You tried to not stare at some of the beautiful Na’vi girls, but you couldn’t help it sometimes. Some of them were so nice to you and so helpful, you couldn’t not have a crush.

One day as you and Jake were getting ready for another raid you talked to him as you saddled your ikrans.

“Hey Jake, do you know if the Na’vi allow two females to be together? Like as a mated pair?”

He snickered at you, “missing Z still?”

“Yes and no. I just wouldn’t mind mating with someone and I know you know about all the guys that have asked me, but I don’t want that, I want a girl.”

“Well, I haven’t seen it here, at least not yet. Maybe ask Neytiri. They may be okay with it; they just happen to not have any here.”

“Oh my God, that’s embarrassing. I can’t ask Neytiri that.”

“Well, then sucks to be you.”

“Why can’t you ask?”

“Because she is my wife and I’m more scared of her than you are.”

You laughed at that, “fine I’ll ask her when I get back.”

So that’s what you did, after another successful raid, you went to Neytiri. Your body was full of anxiety, you were scared to admit this to your new family, and you were scared of being rejected and outcasted again. You had no choice, if you wanted a mate, a female mate, you’d have to ask. You walked over to the Sully residence and entered, Neytiri was getting dinner ready with Kiri, which made this worse.

“Hey, I have a question for you Neytiri.”

“What do you need?”

You took a deep breath, “I want to find a mate, but-“

“That is wonderful, I know many suitors that would be a perfect match for you.”

“Neytiri, wait, I-“

She started to list off male warrior names and why they’d be perfect.

“Neytiri, stop please.”

She stopped talking.

“I don’t want my mate to be male. I wanted to ask if you’ve even heard of two females being mated.”

She just stared at you; your anxiety skyrocketed impossibly.

“There are a few girls here that want a female mate.”

“So, you guys are accepting of that?”

She nodded.

“I didn’t know if you would be or not. I know it’s a really big thing to have kids and stuff so I didn’t know.”

“Jake told me that you were with a military girl before this.”

“Yeah, I just left her to help out the Na’vi people. I didn’t want more people to die. I didn’t want good people to die.”

“We thank you for that.”

“I still think about her, I still miss her. She was everything to me and I just left like it was nothing.”

“I don’t blame you for wanting to move on. I can introduce you to someone I think you might like. If I stand corrected you two are already good friends.”

“Jake told you I had a crush on her didn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“Remind me to punch him next time I see him.”

She laughed at that.

In the next few days, you started to court this girl and you were happy, you could feel it. You followed Jake’s kids and Spider into the forest, you knew that they were headed towards the old link shack. You knew Jake’s rules about it, but you figured they would go anyway might as well be here to tell them about it. You were here to protect them if needed and to top it off, seeing the old battle sight was at times a good reminder of the old days.

As you came up to the shack, ready to take a look, you all saw it, the Na’vi bodies in full military tact uniform. Your body went cold, this wasn’t good, something was wrong, why were they here?

“Call your dad,” you said to Lo’ak and begrudgingly he did.

“We got to go, this isn’t safe,” you said trying to usher the kids away but then you caught it.

Was that Zdog’s face, it couldn’t be.

As you tried to leave with the kids, you got caught, and now they held you like prisoners. You tried your best to keep your head down, just to avoid suspicion but hearing that voice, that was your colonel, no doubt about it. Your body just felt more scared; your body was tingling with anxiety.

It didn’t help that the person holding onto you was Prager, you and him were like siblings, fighting and then laughing. You didn’t fight and you didn’t look around, you just wanted to melt away, you knew at this point they’d kill you. You betrayed them, you just left without a word, not to mention you now knew without a doubt your girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, was among these soldiers.

Quaritch was going around to pretty much each person asking where Jake was, but Quaritch knew better, he saw the five fingers on Lo’ak and Kiri. Then he checked out your hand and of course, there were five fingers and he got down on one knee to get closer to eye level with you.

“Looks like someone is pissin’ their pants,” Quaritch said aloud to his teammates then looked back at you. “Never been this scared before, huh half breed.”

Did he think you were one of Jake’s kids too, your body was the same age as Jake’s, I guess maybe he can’t tell.

“Oh, I’ve been plenty scared, just not as scared as you’re gonna be.”

He looked quizzical, “what are you on about, you ain’t nothin’.”

Quaritch went to kick your leg and you used your training to your advantage, you twisted your wrists over to grab Prager’s wrists then you extended you’re your legs to catch Quaritch’s between your thighs. You twisted over and Quaritch fell to the ground and Prager lost his grip on you, you moved fast to straddle Quaritch.

“Betcha didn’t think you’d be seein’ me again now didya.”

His face held bewilderment and shock, they all thought you died, they didn’t realize you assimilated with the Na’vi people. Quaritch quickly flipped you over so you were on your back, he now held the power and he lifted you up by your braid.

“Looks like we found ourselves another traitor.”

You heard the gasps and you saw the shock written over some of your old teammates’ faces, they thought you were dead. Then you saw Zdog, she looked hurt more than anything, she lived with the fact that you died. You were here all along, you just left her and for what, fucking blue monkeys, she couldn’t believe it.

“Z-“

“Save it.”

“Please let me explain.”

“There's nothing for you to say, you’re dead to me.”

[truetogaia]

Eventful awakening

Pairing: Recom!Z-dog x Recom!Reader ✩

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

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

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

Reblogs and support greatly appreciated<3

Word count: about 2,400!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥.

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Tw: Smut, giving head (f receiving), titty grabbing, double penetration, unprotected sex (if your gonna act silly, wrap your willy), kissing, threesome, size difference, stomach bulge, public/locker room sex.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

All week you haven't felt as if you were helpful. Everyone seemed to not need your self. It felt a bit overwhelming, it felt as if you were there just because. To try and ease your mind, you decided to go to the locker room for a shower. That day it had been hot, your body felt weak and sweaty.

Once in the female locker room, you had stripped out of your clothes, placing them on a bench so that you could get to them afterwards. Then you walked over to were the showers were. You heard the showers running, people must have been in here, they must have been a victim of the heat too. When you walked to where the showers, were. You heard some moaning, you stopped to listen, this moaning wasn't of pain, but of pleasure? You covered your mouth to hide your gasp, you also squeezed your thighs tightly together to hide the growing excitement.

"Oh fuck Walker~" it was a female voice. The other noises sounded sloppy and of slurping. You felt your whole body heat up. You thought it was best to leave. You turned over to leave, but bumped into a rack were the towels hanged, causing the rack to fall. Everything went silent. "What was that?" one of the females said. You panicked, you tried to leave as quick as possible. you got up from off the floor, but you heard the shower curtain move. "Who's there!" one of the females said, making you freeze on the spot.

You slowly turned around, seen that it was both Walker and Zdinask. They were obviously naked, in the shower together, the only thing you could see of them was there soft looking breasts, but their lower halves were covered. They both looked down at your small frame. "I-I'm sorry! I'll go!" you strutted while getting up from the cold floor. Both Z and Walker looked at each other for a moment, then back at you. "Hang on a sec" Z said. Making you stop and look at her. "We need your help with something, would you mind helping us?" she asked.

You felt a shiver run up your spine, her voices sounded almost commanding and seductively. "You need my help?" you asked. "Yeah, unless.. you don't want to help us" Walker said this time, she too sounded seductively. "I'd like to help, what can I help you with?" you asked, both the women smirked at each other. "Come in here, we'll let you know" Z said, you felt as if you shouldn't go in the shower with them, but you slowly walked over to them, entering the shower. Then Walker closed the curtain.

You turned to them. "What did you need my help in-" you let out a small gasped. You looked down, seen how both the females did not have the same genitalia as you. They had the opposite. Both of them had a hard throbbing cock, except Z's was a bit bigger and Walker's was more thicker. "Are you willing to help us?" Z asked, with a grin. Seen that you were frozen on the spot. You've heard of this, it had something to do with mutations and during the development of Project Phoenix, but you never thought that you'd see it with your own eyes.

You couldn't help but feel your mouth water by the sight. You've never seen such things. They were veiny and meaty, you felt how your wetness began to drip almost down your thigh. "Looks like someone's excited." Walker commented, seen the bit of drool running down to your chin. "Come on, make yourself useful and get on your knees~" Z instructed, while stroking herself in front of you.

Without thinking twice, you felt in a kind of trance, you slowly got on your knees, your skin touching the cold wet tile. Both women walked over to you with smirked planted on there face. You saw how both of them put their cocks on your face. Z's was on your bottom lip, while Walker's was on your cheek. You opened your mouth slowly, sticking your tongue out a bit.

Z slowly pushed her tip into your mouth, down your throat. Causing you to wide your eyes and gag by the feeling of her cock stretching out your throat. "Mmm~ her mouth feel so good~" Z commented, as she began to slowly thrust into your mouth. Walker watched, feeling a bit left out, she grabbed your hand and placed it on her cock. You then began to stroke her slowly, making her shiver. "Oh~" she moaned softly.

Then you were pulled out of Z dog's cock, by her grabbing a first of your hair. You gasped, breathing rapidly. "My turn~" Walker said, removing your hand off her cock, then she thrusted into your mouth, not giving you enough time to breath properly. Just like Walker, Z got a hold of your hand, making you stroke her saliva covered cock. You felt tears developing in your eyes. Walker was thrusting into your mouth a bit to hard and fast, you'd gag every now and then. You continued to stroke Z's cock. "Fuck!~" Walker moaned loudly, thrusting into your mouth, but again you were pulled out of her cock by the hair.

Again, Z had pushed her cock into your mouth. Making you shot your eyes tightly, as she fucked your throat much harder than Walker. As your throat got fucked, you stroked Walker. You moaned around Z's cock. "I'm close!" Z moaned. "So am I!~" Walker responded. You felt how her cock continued to thrust down your throat, stretching it out for sure and how you kept stroking Walker's cock. More tears developed in your eyes. You were pulled away again. You were breathing rapidly. You then saw how both of them were now facing you. They both pushed their cocks together in your mouth. Making your eyes widen by this action. They thrusted into your mouth some more, making your jaw beginning to hurt and your drool getting to your chest. This was to much, you couldn't take it. Without a warning. You felt how both of them had then cummed in your mouth. You felt their hot sticky ropes hitting the back of your throat and tongue. You tried swallowing it all, but some of their cum went down your chin an on your chest. When they pulled away, you were breathing harshly, and coughed a bit.

Your eyes were red and dried tears on your cheeks, not to mention the dried saliva and cum on your chest. Walker reached down and cleaned your chin with her thumb, bring it up to her lips and licking both mixture of your saliva and cum. "Look at you~ You look so cute right now~" she said. Then Z dog then went behind you, picking you up by the waist, causing you to squeal a bit. While she held you by the waist, her free hand moved down between your legs, feeling your wet pussy. You couldn't help but moan softly. "Looks like someone got excited.~" She said with a smirk, causing your face to heat up.

Walker went over to you both, facing you. She then grabbed both your thighs and spread them. Seen how your desperate pussy was dripping and being played with by Z's hand. "You're right, I wonder what she taste's like~" she growled. "Why don't you try? I'm sure she won't mind right? You're helping us after all right?" she said. Then Walker got on her knees, face to face with your pussy. She licked her lips by the delicious sight. You gasped and your body jolted by Walker's tongue lick right up your wet slit. Her tongue felt like one of a cats. Your body shivered. "Mm~ she tastes lovely~" she commented, going back to licking at your pussy.

You whined by the feeling of her tongue lapping at your sensitive and throbbing pussy. Meanwhile Z had began to kiss your lips, swallowing your moans and rubbing her tongue onto yours. You felt her hand grabbing and squeezing your soft breasts. Walker then pulled away from your pussy, she had your juices on her lips and chin. "God I could just eat you for hours~" she purred, then Z dog pulled away from your lips. Leaving you breathless and panting. "Let me have a taste.~" She said. You watched how Walker got up from the floor. Then both of them began to kiss, exchanging both spit and your juices with there tongues. You couldn't help but clench around nothing.

Once then pulled after a couple minutes. They turned their attention back to you. "You ready sweetheart?" Z asked. You only nodded rapidly. You gasped when you felt how both Z and Walker thrusted their lengths into your tight pussy. You felt the burn of the stretch done by them. "Oh god!~" you moaned out. Slowly, they began to thrust into you, it was a bit difficult at first, but they got the hang of it. Looking down, you watched how they buried their cocks into your pussy, but you also saw the huge bulge in your belly. Was that even possible? You thought, but your thoughts were cut short as their thrusts began to quicken. "Oh fuck!~" you whined. Z grabbed and squeezed your breasts, pinching your nipples, while Walker had began to kiss you deeply. You were able to taste yourself on her tongue. You could feel your whole body burn, from both pleasure and pain, it felt so good. Too good.

Z dog then reached down to your clit, giving it tight and quick rubs to it. Causing you to moan loudly against Walker's mouth. "You like that don't you? Being used by the two of us?~" she asked in a whisper near you ear. Biting the top of your ear with her canines. You felt yourself reaching to your release. Then Walker pulled away from you. This time they were able to hear your moans loud and clear. "She's very useful ain't she?~" She asked while petting your messing hair. Their thrusted got even more sloppier and faster, they were hitting right in your sweetsop. Same with Z's rubs to your clit.

"I'm g-gonna! I'm gonna!~" you couldn't form your sentences correctly, this only made both females thrusts much harder and faster, you couldn't take it anymore. You felt your body spasm like crazy, you then felt youself squirting all over your body and Walker's. Watching you squirting, also made them cum as well. You felt yourself getting stuffed full of their cum, you could feel their cum beginning to leak out of your pussy and onto the floor.

You laid your head back against Z's shoulder, your body was weak, sweaty and shaking. Your legs were burning due to the amount of time they were held in. Both women were also breathing heavily, they both looked at you, seen how worn out you were. "Thank you for helping us." Z said first, then gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. Walker also leaned over and kissed your cheek. "You were a good littl helper." Walker commented.

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Zdinarsk x Afab!Reader || The Gym

OHHH BOY I HOPE THIS IS AS GOOD AS I FEEL IT IS LMFAO LORD SHES SO FINE, POSSIBLE PART 2 IF REQUESTED IDK HEBDUDBNDI

(love how it was supposed to be just a softish thigh riding fic and now it’s no where close to that)

NSFW MINORS DNI

Warning ; Squirting, daddy kink, fingering, oral, submissive reader

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To say Zdinarsk was hot was the understatement of the year, she was beyond hot, she was a fucking deity in comparison to everyone else, especially right now as you watch as she lay across the bench, large bar in her hands with giant weights at each end.

She had asked you to go to the gym with her today, and having the time, you thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt, it’s your girlfriend, might as well go show some support!

So now here you were, sat near your mountain of a partner, watching her and giving words of encouragement. Though it’s only natural that your eyes would start to wander. Admiring how her skin glistened, faintly glowing under the hair lights. Her muscular body covered in a thin layer of sweat from the previous and current exercises she’s done.

The muscles on her arms were tense too, flexing and slightly jiggling with each movement going up, then down, up, and down.

You tried being subtle in your stares, you really did.

Though Zdinarsk picked up on your gaze from the corner of her eye. Your eyes burned into her she could smell you. Your legs shifting not realizing yourself that you were getting worked up.

She knew she was the cause to your arousal, there was no denying that, and every thought of you she had drove her insane forcing herself to keep at her workout. Once she saw your thighs rub together subconsciously, that was when she broke, letting out a guttural growl as she puts the barbell back on its original stand with a loud clang.

Zdinarsk’s growl, wasn’t a quiet either, it rang through your ears, sending a wave of arousal through straight to your throbbing core.

”Come with me.” She orders out with a flare of her nostrils, having shifted quickly to be stood in front of you smelling the second strong wave of you getting excited. Your body’s reactions only spurred her on more—making her almost moan at the sole sight of you looking up at her.

Watching as you blink out of your little daze you had been in. You open your mouth, then close it promptly, nodding obediently.

The way you looked so innocent with your glistening eyes, it had her swiftly turn herself to power walk to the locker room, tail whipping fiercely behind her.

You follow quickly. Why had she suddenly stopped? (She hadn’t even finished her last set, and you definitely weren’t done admiring her either—)

The moment you passed through the door, she was towering over you, backing you further into the room.

”Are you always so desperate for me? So utterly pathetic that you stare shamelessly where everyone can see?” She sharply teases, words biting into you watching how you flush red, had you been that obvious? You were definitely embarrassed at being called out, the floor suddenly much more interesting then the sweaty, hungry predator before you.

You could barely even whimper a response, managing a weak, “Couldn’t help it..” You find yourself silently cursing at how your voice shook, eyes still blown watching your girlfriends every move.

She replied with a scoff before moving forward, predatory gaze still on you never wavering as she backs you into one of the benches in the room. You frantically try to collect yourself as you stumble over now sat, was she always this scary looking? It wasn’t a bad scary, quite the opposite in fact, it had your pussy clench at how she cornered you.

She loves seeing you embarrassed and nervous, seeing how you were also mostly excited by her every move.

”Couldn’t help it hm? Then I can’t help but do this.” She rumbles out, licking her lips having a big smirk form as she tears the sweatpants you had been wearing, successfully tearing them in the process with a loud rip receiving a loud gasp from you. She ignored your whines and protests about your pants, she herself was getting worked up, Zdinarsk also hadn’t realized just how worked up she herself had gotten.

She needed you, and right now.

To your girlfriend Zdinarsk’s delight, your bottom half was bare before her, juices clinging to your skin—no wonder your aroused scent had been so intense. “No panties today? For me doll?” She hums teasingly, brows raised at you with a smug smirk.

You found yourself whining once more in embarrassment—you forgot that you hadn’t put on underwear. You even did this intentionally when you changed for the gym now that you remember—This was all embarrassing, you keep getting caught, thing after thing!

You squirmed under her grasp, shying away in attempts to hide yourself and your face.

She, however had none of that.

Zdinarsk kept you easily held down, maneuvering herself skillfully to hook her arms around your thighs to hold you in place under her, tutting at you, “Don’t be a brat and answer daddy, be a good whore for me yeah?” She whispers, looking at your through her lashes as she sunk her head down.

You watched her kiss your thighs, then bite down hard leaving you to yelp in shock and pain, tear pricking your eye. “What was that for?” You whine, looking at her frantically, watching how she licked the now bloody giant mark at your inner leg.

“Most of my other marks re’ gone, had to add one quickly.” She stated, and without warning, she moved to nudge your folds with her flat nose, the sudden attention to your throbbing heat making you gasp. Her ears twitch in delight at the reaction, and she drags her tongue through your folds, ensuring her nose bumped your clit.

After that, her tongue began its assault at your sensitive hole. Shocked, a moan leaves you when she starts loudly eating you out, moaning sinfully into your cunt. Her tongue was relentless as she smoothly glided circles and figure eights at your clit, the wet muscle teasing your cunt when she would adjust to take more in to catch all of your juices in her greedy mouth. It wasn’t long before she was adding fingers to the mix either, barely giving you time to adjust to her tongues relentless pace.

You writhed in her grasp, choked out moans escaping you, it was happening all so fast, your previous arousal making your orgasm build much quicker then other days.

Zdinarsk could tell you were close now too, how you were twitching more frequently, how your breaths would hiccup—You were fucking drooling, how her fingers thrusted against your fluttering walls was driving you insane, and you feel so good. Your girlfriend never let up her intense actions, ensuring your pussy would be red and swollen from her.

She kept at her pace, Zdinarsk herself was enjoying this all too much, sweaty, your intense aroused scent filling her nose, god and how your skin felt beneath her—Her hips jerked forward instinctively and she groaned loudly.

“Daddy—Daddy wait—“ You blubber out through a strained moan, hearing her growl, “Take it, I know you fucking can needy whore—“

The coil in you snaps, her voice and how it vibrated against your aching clit, how her fingers curl inside you in the most sinful ways. You’re body spasms, moaning loudly under her as you cover her in your juices, effectively squirting all over her. Zdinarsk stared the whole time wide eyed, you’ve never squirted before with her.

You look down and you flush an even brighter red, staring in disbelief that you just squirted, and all over her face and chest,

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—“ You barely stutter out, trying to catch your breath. Zdinarsk untangled from your legs and moved upwards, face coated in your slick, fingers still dancing across your now soaked cunt. And then, when she finally could reach, she roughly pressed her lips to yours.

“Don’t apologize, that was hot s’ fuck, never know ya’ could squirt.” She grinned out after you separate, and you whine.

“I didn’t know either! It just happened, hey—this isn’t funny, why are you grinning!” You playfully huff, pushing her chest lightly as if you could do anything in the first place—a small shy smile creeping it’s way onto your face.

Silence fell before you and her hand was still cupping your cunt, and you feel her grind her hand upwards against you. You saw how her eyes started to haze over again.

Your eyes widen, and you hear Zdinarsk loudly growl promptly stuffing her fingers back inside of you, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck. Your moans were even louder then before, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your jaw fall slack.

“So.. I’d say you’re ready for daddy’s cock now, yeah?”

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the metkayinans are the only clan to known to practice tattoos… imagine z-dog bonding over tattoos with her metkayinan lover and maybe even getting her own metkayinan tattoo 🥺

MARKINGS OF A WARRIOR

Recom!Zdinarsk x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: Zdinarsk feels a little insecure on her tats, ___ is determined to prove they are anything but something to be insecure of. Warnings: Very brief mentions of death Word count: 700 A/N: I am so sorry for any delay, I had to do some research on what all these tattoos mean and plus…lots of brain fart. This is a little short and may be very shit, it is currently 3am :’) I will probably redo this and add some more stuff

Taglist: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @eywas-heir @reneehillary69 @cavvedinn @itsyoboysparkel

“What are you staring at?” Zdinarsk chuckled and raised her brows, catching her lover with her head turned, eyes wide and examining. Seeing her yellow orbs zoom between her arms and chest Z-Dog got an idea of what was going on.

“What do your markings mean?” ___ inquired softly, never having seen tattoos like her mates’ ones before. The Metkayina’s were different, swerving in elegant shapes and lacked in colour unlike Zdinarsk’s who’s was bright and held sharp edges and strange figures.

The marine glanced at the other woman’s face, then to her own arms and then back up, blinking. She never really had to explain the meaning behind her tattoos before, usually when people saw them they just complimented her and moved on. Her tail swished at the thought of her girl actually caring.

Of course she did, ___ was a curious little thing.

‘’Uh, they don’t mean anything crazy…the one on my neck is a chimera, it means chaos and destruction’’ she started briefly, pointing to her neck and taking note of ___’s blue eyes widening and her body shuffling closer, tails intertwining. Z turned around so her back was facing her, showing off a massive eagle gripping flowers ‘’this is an Earth animal, eagle, the words at the top mean conquer or die… harsh stuff I know’’ she faced back towards the woman who brought her hands up and started tracing the tattoos on Z’s arms.

‘’And these ones? They are colourful’’

Z-Dog’s breath turned slightly shallow, feelings the small fingers going across her arms and chest. Tracing the outlines and markings. ‘’So on this arm, it has an angel, below is a devil. They are sort of religious figures…like your Eywa. It means death and rebirth’’

‘’Like how you were reborn as Metkayina’’

Grinning, the Marin agreed, flushing slightly. She still wasn’t used to being called a Na’vi, even after all this time. Apart of her thinks she would never get used to it, she was human for so long after all, but she did like the praise she always got for adapting so well. ‘’This one over here has a snake, another Earth animal, the words there mean deathless’’

‘’You did survive the ship when I saved you, without me you surely would have died’’ ___ grinned cheekily.

‘’Yea yea whatever’’ Zdinarsk stuck her tongue out, reached over and pulled the women into her lap and continued ‘’what about your tattoos? Everyone here has the same ones, what do they mean?’’

“Our tattoos hold different meaning, they are gifts from the clan and great mother. Ones on the arm mean more exposed protection of the sea wall, one across the chest and heart mean safe embrace of the central island” ___’s hands glided across the others skin, going from arm to chest to showcase where they would be placed, and also a way of saying that this is what Zdinarsk’s mean for the other Na’vi.

The recoms eyes brightened and she grinned, she never thought of her inked skin as spiritual. She kinda just did it as a young adult to feel cool, she was in the marines or God’s sake everyone had tats.

‘’I am a hunter, so I do not have a lot of chest markings’’ ___ grasped Z’s hand and brought it to her own skin, squeezing the fingers. ‘’If we have any on the face it is a hierarchy, it shows rank. Our Olo’eyktan has many tattoos, it shows he is our leader’’

‘’And how do you get them? I don’t see how you can get ink’’

‘’We get the ink from one of the many ocean animals and we tattoo ourselves when we pass Iknimaya, our right of passage…me and the clan leaders have spoken, we decided not to give you any hunters markings…but we will give you one here’’ ___ brushed her fingers onto the side of Z’s head, above her eyebrow.

Zdinarsk felt startled, she didn’t expect to get any tats at all here ‘’why?’’ Her voice was quiet and unsure.

‘’You already possess hunter marks’’ the Metkayinan ran her hands down the sides of Z’s arms and grinned ‘’but you do not have a warriors on the face’’ smooching above the brow where the soon to be tattoo will be placed.

A warriors mark huh? Z-Dog can get with that.

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Home - Part 2 (Zdinarsk x Recom Single Mom Reader)

Please read before interacting.

This ended up being so angsty, my loves. 😅 Thanks again for all your patience and support. 💙

You woke up to soft mewls from your son. You sat up, quickly trying to rouse yourself to take care of him. You winced, realizing Zdinarsk's face had been pressed against your shoulder and was now unceremoniously dumped against the couch. She snored once and then curled up on herself, tail wrapping across her legs. You tucked the blanket around her and reached into the crib to lift your son to your chest. He snuggled against your chest, rooting with his little mouth. You chuckled and moved your shirt aside, helping him latch on and went to rest against the pillows of your bed.

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You jerked awake, feeling the loss of weight on your chest and frantically moved around to search for your son. Your thoughts came in a torrent - I am the worst mother! Where the fuck is my baby?? Oh, God, I've hurt him I shouldn't have fallen asleep I- A hand came down on your shoulder and you raised your hand to slap the intruder away.

A sleep-mussed Zdinarsk was looking back at you. "Hey, easy tiger. I've got your kid doing some tummy time on the floor. He didn't roll off. You're not a bad mom. Yes, I can see your thoughts coming out of your ears. Do you want some tea?"

You peeked over the couch, confirming your son was content before you settled back onto the bed and nodded. She returned to the counter, bringing a mug back for you and cupping her own between her hands. She stood awkwardly for a moment before you patted the bed for her to sit down. She perched on the edge, eyes darting around the room before coming back to you.

"Sorry for uh, falling asleep on you."

You smiled behind your mug and looked up at her through your lashes. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes took in your gaze. She scooted a bit closer, pinching the blanket between her fingers. She sat so still, trying to assess your mood. You waved a hand nonchalantly.

"You didn't bother me. It was a long day yesterday, so I completely get it."

Her body sagged slightly in relief. She sipped her tea quietly as the gentle mood spread through the room.

"Sorry for keeping you from a bed," you laughed awkwardly. "I.. You don't know how much I appreciate you being here and helping out."

She nodded, smiling bashfully at you.

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You walked along the pathway together. It was still early and there wasn't any plan to venture out today, so you'd taken some time to explore a bit together. Bridgehead already covered a vast expanse of terrain, and you were in awe of how quickly it had been built.

She offered to carry your son and had cradled him to her chest, while you showed her how to wrap the cloth around her body to keep him close. He was glancing up to her and she smiled down at him. Your heart fluttered and you glanced away, determined to not examine those feelings too closely.

"Hey, hey guys!"

You both stopped in your tracks and turned to the sound of feet coming up behind you. Fike and Brown had slowed, looking closely at the baby strapped to their squad member's chest. She rolled her eyes and snapped in their faces. "Why are you here? What's going on?"

They looked curiously at the bundle on Zdinarsk's chest. He peered back at them, wide-eyed.

"You guys gotta come back in. We're getting briefed for the next mission."

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When you arrived in the meeting room, everyone turned to look. You held your head high and leaned against the back wall next to Zdinarsk, your hip pressed against hers. They turned back to the screen showing the plan for the next mission. They were going to explore the old shack where the scientists had been at the time of the last battle.

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Zdinarsk had handed off your baby with an apologetic smile to go ready her pack. He was currently trying to eat his foot as he laid on the floor of your office. You moved around him carefully, pulling your supplies together into your pack. He cooed up at you and your heart squeezed, worried because you hadn't expected to go out again so soon.

You pulled out the headphones on the way and gently placed them on his head before moving closer and tying your bags down. You slid in the back and clutched him tight to your chest. Zdinarsk had ended up on the other helicopter, so Lyle ended up being the one who slid in beside you. Your son started giggling and letting out small cackles when Lyle began to play peek-a-boo.

"Man, he's so cute. How do you manage not squishing his cheeks all the time?"

A surprised laugh popped out and you murmured, "It's more difficult than you can imagine."

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You stayed in the middle of the group of recoms, arms wrapped around your baby. Your senses were heightened, keeping a watch out for any danger. When the group got to the old pod, a few broke off to scout the surrounding area while another group moved in closer to the building and equipment on the ground.

You moved closer and gasped when you saw Quaritch's old suit and- oh, his former body?? You turned and walked slightly away from the center of the clearing. Even though you were a physician and had seen your share of gruesome things, it felt too dark this time. It felt so different when you considered the small body strapped to you. And it brought up so many struggles from this new life. You cried quietly, a hand over your mouth to stifle it.

A scream shot through the air and you jolted. You shoved the panic down and smoothed your mind to be a blank canvas, trying to prepare yourself for whatever injury you might be about to see. You ran to the source of the scream, clutching your baby against your body. You gasped when you broke through the trees and saw guns pulled and pointed at.. children?

The recoms were holding the Na'vi children by their queues and a human boy by his hair. You took a step forward and Zdinarsk spun, gun raised. Your hands flew up to cover your son and her eyes widened, shaking her head at you as she lowered her gun, signaling you to stay back. You moved to hide behind the trees but circled closer to the group, staying back as far as you could.

Quaritch walked through the middle, taking notice of each child, and discovered they were the Sully children. He seemed to linger on the human boy only for a minute before he called the General for an extraction. Your chest heaved with unsteady breaths, hands shaking where you cradled your son.

You peeked around the tree and made eye contact with one of the older Na'vi children. She looked at you pleadingly and then glanced down, gasping in surprise when she saw the baby strapped to you. He turned his head slightly, luminous eyes meeting hers in the growing dark of the eclipse.

The recoms gathered the children, holding on to them as the ship got closer. Zdinarsk still motioned you to stay on the edge of the group where she could keep an eye on you. Fike turned his hostages around to cover the back and gripped the children tighter. They whimpered in pain and you hissed quietly, looking to your friend, but she wouldn't meet your eyes.

The forest was eerily quiet. You could only hear the call of some animal and noticed the children as they turned, assuming they were trying to find the source of the noise. Suddenly, the calm was destroyed. You yelped as an arrow was shot through Fike's eye and dove behind a tree. You crouched and covered your baby's ears, his eyes seeking yours. You glanced back around just in time to see Zdinarsk get bitten by the smallest of the children.

The shots from the recoms were deafening and you started to cry, holding your son tighter. He was startled by the noise rising around him and began to whimper pitifully. Your heart jerked at the way his bottom lip popped out and he looked to you to protect him. A rustle came from close by. You looked up and your eyes widened in shock as you came face to face with an arrow pulled taut on a young hunter's bow. His face was determined, only wavering when he glanced down and saw the small bundle on your chest. He said something quietly to you, anger rising behind his words as he lowered his bow and moved closer to the group.

You sighed in relief, peeking again and seeing that some of the children were running through the forest away from the fighting. There was a moment to take a breath and then the gunfire began anew. The next few minutes were a blur as Quaritch hauled the human boy over his shoulder and ran back to the rally point. You grabbed a vine attached to the tree you were leaning on and pulled yourself up, trying to stand on unsteady legs. Step by step, you finally made it and attached the hook to your belt to be pulled up.

You patched up the recoms' cuts the best you could on the way back, but kept your mouth clenched tight. Zdinarsk kept trying to meet your gaze, but you refused to look her way, not speaking even when you wrapped a bandage around the bite on her arm. When you were done, you moved off by yourself and curled around your son until you arrived back at Bridgehead.

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The young boy, Spider as he preferred to be called, was kept in a holding cell. He had a few injuries and nobody wanted to get near him, so you figured you'd at least try. You walked in with a small tray of food and a bag of bandages and ointment. A baby mat was tucked under your arm. He whipped around and growled at you. You paused for a moment and then set the tray down on the table, dropped the mat on the floor, and plopped your bag down beside the tray.

You ignored him as you finally unwrapped your baby, sighing from relief at the loss of the extra bit of weight. You laid him down carefully, giving him one of his favorite teething toys.The young boy was quiet and watched in surprise as this was the last place he'd ever expected to see a Na'vi child.

"So whose baby did you steal?"

Your body tensed and then relaxed as the reminder that he was just a child himself flooded through you. You moved to sit across from him, keeping an eye on your son.

"He's mine."

His eyes popped in surprise.

"I didn't think any of the avatars had kids."

"They don't. And I'm not. Can I take a look at your arm?" Your hand drifted up, outstretched and waiting. He shuffled over beside you, remaining standing as he peeked curiously at your boy.

"Well.. then what are you?"

"A recom. A bit different from avatars as it's just my memories attached and not a whole person piloting this body from a pod."

He nodded in easy understanding as you put a small bandage on his wrists where the cuffs had pinched his skin. You held his hands tightly in yours after you had examined him and you looked up to see him confused at your insistent touch.

"I am so sorry about you and your friends being captured. I didn't know that's what we were going out to do."

He looked dubious which gradually turned into more confusion when he saw the tears that rose in your eyes. You flinched as the door opened behind you. General Ardmore's aide stood in the doorway, gesturing for you to come out. With one final squeeze to Spider's small hands, you slung your bag across your body and scooped up your baby, ducking into the hallway.

You flinched when you saw General Ardmore standing in the hallways as well and nodded politely as you turned to go back to your room.

"A native sympathizer, are you?" Her cold voice cut through the silence of the hallway.

You stopped in your tracks, keeping your back to her. "Of course not, General."

"Mm. Of course not. That's good to hear. It would be a shame to see any harm befall you and your child should you get too close to them." She let the words linger for a beat before resuming. "Your services in this cellblock are no longer needed. Should the boy need another physician, we can find someone else."

"Yes, General. Goodnight, General."

Your body trembled with rage and fear as you went back to your office and apartment. Zdinarsk was leaning against the wall, face going from hopeful to concerned when she saw how your own expression was drawn tight to avoid crying.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? What's going on?"

She grabbed at your arms and you slashed your hand down to break her hold. She crossed her arms across her body, dismayed.

"I'm not sure what's going on, Y/N, but I'd like to talk about it."

You scoffed and turned back from where you'd grabbed the doorknob.

"Not sure? You've got to be kidding me."

You moved closer to her, jabbing a condemning finger into her chest. "I didn't sign up to kidnap children. I will not be part of this. I will not have it. Not for me. And not for my child."

You whirled and slammed the door behind you, gasping when your baby started to cry. You dropped your bag and slid down against the door of your office. Your coos to shush him turned into muffled sobs that Zdinarsk could hear outside in the hallway. She fought away her own tears and placed a palm on the door, crouching down and pressing her forehead to where the back of your head was resting. A door apart. A world away.

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