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Reunited chapter 7

Some how I’m getting this story going. Again I’m in training so i don’t post a lot since i write this on paper then transfer it to my computer

Once agin thank you to all who even read this I’m a baby fanfic writer and I’m making this up as i go. Love you all

Ardmore pov

WHAT?!”

“Yes ma’am the team we sent out reported that the blue team was attacked while surveying one of the first groupings of islands

“Any casualties?”

“No human casualties but unconfirmed when it comes to the recoms. The soldiers saw the colonel injured and the others captured, but couldnt say if they saw any of them die “

“Fuck” Ardmore exclaims throwing her coffee cup at the wall in her rage. She takes a couple deep breaths

“Fine well have to do this differently’

“What do you mean ma’am”

“That well locate sully ourselves “

“What about the blue team?”

“For now we continue our other missions, until we have the confirmed doa the blue team is simply out checking surroundings of pandora

“But what about?”

“WHAT about what soldier” Ardmore states pointedly to the younger officer

“Nothing ma’am I’ll relay your commands”

“Good and send the commander of the delta team to my office”

Y/ns pov

The team is hog tied and surrounded until we no longer see any of the rdas ships. Even though the ocean's calm helped us they still didn’t completely trust us. Miles had miraculously recovered from his “ fatal” wound and was now conversing slowly with Lyle not letting me or Spider out of his line of sight. A horn is blown once again, everyone turning towards the water as we see Jake, Tonowari and other warriors fly towards us on what looks like some type of giant flying fish. Jake quickly hops off and bounds towards us with a tentative smile on his face.

“Well that went well”

I just laugh at him as he and the others un-tie us all.

What now jake?” I ask he just pats my shoulder and gestures for all of us to follow him as he walks towards the other end of the shore line. A couple boats lie there waiting to whisk us away to our new life’s.

Jake tells us all to climb in as he goes back into the water swimming up to the front of the boats

“What are you doing?”

“Well we gotta get you guys there Somehow so well use the ilus

“Ilus? I ask to go to the front of the boat to see the creature. It reminded me of a dolphin back on earth.

“Yeah these are some of the main creatures around here well show you later. Let's get you all settled first.”

Jake yips slightly and he and two other ilu riders pull ur boats forward into the sea. It takes some time to get to the metekiyanas clan home, me and spider and the others as much as they try to hide it, are entranced by the scenery around us. The beautiful blue water and glowing corals, plants and fish we can see through it. The closer we get the more people we see, some doing what looked like chores while others simply basked in the sun making trinkets and talking, watching the younger ones play gleefully in the water. It all is enough to bring a smile to my face

Jakes pov

Ok here we are i say jumping off my ilu, as the team departs and are now standing on the shore awkwardly, just watching the village around them

This way” quartich leads behind me, y/n and spider next to him.

“We’ve been able to get some new muris made in prep for your arrival. I say approaching the new grouping of four pods, I didn’t think you all would want to be far from another so i made the suggestion of making all your homes somewhat together”

“Thank you Jake, that's very thoughtful, can i ask though why there’s four pods? Y/n asks me gently

“Well y/n its cause excuse my language there's a shit ton of you. I laugh looking over my shoulder at the group of 13 people “We didnt want you all to be cramped so there’s two pods for the guys to share, one for the ladies and who ever you want to share with if you even want to and this finally one over here is for you colonel”

“What?” He says looking down at y/n with a quizcal look

“Yeah, think of this as my olive branch to you, I wanted you guys to have a home for you, y/n and spider.” I look the colonel in the eyes as he comes to terms with what i've done. “Every man needs a family and every family needs a home. So use this and make a home here colonel. A fresh start.”

Quartich looks to me than back to y/n’s smiling face and back, his ears and tail twitching before breathing out a large exhale

“Fine sully thank you.” Quartich states clapping me on the shoulder as they move to go check out their new homes, I simply smile knowing that's a Huge step for Quartich to even say thank you.

Y/ns pov

The homes are woven but sturdy, different posts and tapestries make rooms and spaces. In the middle there’s a fire pit for cooking and to keep the home warm. Mats and spots for hammocks are all over so I'm sure everyone would be comfortable.

Jakes voice make me turn as i hear him ask us what we thought

“It’s beautiful "I say looking around Miles and I’s new home. For now only two rooms are made, one for miles and i and one for spider should he want it other than that its very open and inviting.

“Im glad yall like it i actually have some other stuff for you guys give me a sec. Jake runs off leaving all of us standing here

Miles pov

Everyone checked out the homes all claiming their spots before meeting in y/n and I’s home. Our home, I think to myself. I finally have a home with y/n.

Her hand on my shoulder turns my head. I see her beautiful smiling face. I just pull her into my arms embracing her as i address everyone.

“Well I hope you all are ready. Learn what they teach us, earn your spot but stand your ground people, were soldiers and while this may seem all fine and dandy don't forget the rda is still here and will have to be dealt with”

“Yes sir”

“Till then yall go unpack and do whatever you want just dont cause any trouble”

“Yes sir” they all reply again

A knock sounds turning all our heads to see sully had returned

“What’s up sully?”

“I got you all Some clothes, you’ll probably need something cooler but i didn’t expect you all to go full native so i had the weavers make some more covering items than usual.” Jake hands the giant bag over Lyle taking it and bringing it over everyone now rifling through it

“Also y/n when you're ready tiri wants to say hi and spider.” The boy perks up at the call of his name. “ the kids are all down by the beach”. The boy jumps up excitement on his face as he heads towards the door

“And where are you going kid” i ask the teen

“Oh come on dad, mom can i go?” he asks y/n next to me. She just smiles and tells him to go on and have fun but to not stay in the sun all day without some sunscreen, while i simply freeze at the ease of which the kid called me dad. The scenes is so familial it shocks me, my family slowly falling into place, something i had only ever dreamed of never really thinking i would get it till i meet, y/n

Your pov

“Come on love, let's get unpacked. I want to check out the island. I call out to miles seeing he's still watching spiders fleeing form. Everyone else had dispersed all back to their own lodgings. The bag of clothes Jake had left is smaller now that everyone’s taken their pick so I go over and see what's left. Miles for now chooses to just strip out of his shirt leaving him in his cut off pants, he says he'll be fine with the board shorts and stuff they brought with them before i see him wearing a Loincloth no matter how much i try to persuade him. I chose some tops out of the bag and a few skirts. I mean I've worn bikinis before so this shouldn’t be that different. I put everything but a nice braided brown top. It looks like a normal bikini top from earth but it's made of woven and braided strands of brown string with beads the color of gold in some places. It was beautiful and paired well with some brown shorts i pulled out of my stuff “

“We made our way out to the front to meet everyone, most dressed similarly to us except for Lyle who to our utter horror chose to wear one of the traditional clothes and was now demonstrating how breezy they were. Miles hand come to cover my eyes before yelling out at the man”

“ god dammit lyle you got to ease us into having to see your blueberry ass. Lord.” Miles calls out his face scrunched in disgust from the display lyles putting on

“Just wait, Colonel, you’ll all be wearing one of these soon.”

I just laugh taking miles hands off my eyes and throwing a towel to lyle as we all make our way to the water. We all decided to speed the rest of the day recuperating from our dramatic capturing and frolic in the sands and waters around us. Some of the villagers stop to stare at us and whisper amongst themselves. Some greet us with smiles and some just simply stare. I notice some male warriors judging by their tattoos, going slack jaw at the sight of warren and z, making the boys around them snicker, but the sight of the water finally being a few steps ahead steps them all. Their eyes turning big tails swaying behind them all like excited dogs before all semblance of decorum is lost as they run into the water like the giant children they are now. Splashing at eachother or trying to wrestle the other in the water. Some simply float around enjoying the water. It’s truly a sight to see, formier hardened marines now overgrown blue 20 year old kids. But hey they, we all deserve this right

The call of “sa’nu” breaks my derailing train of thought. Turning I saw a spider running towards where miles and I were standing, seven kids behind him. Four of them were the same blue as we were so they clearly must be Jake and Neytiri's kids while the other ones were a soft turquoise color and must be from the ocean clan.

“Mom i want to officially introduce you” he says grabing my hand and dragging me over to the children, miles not far behind.(always so protective)

“These are Jake's kids? Spider says gesturing to the four dark blue kids in front of me

The tallest comes up and welcomes me with “I see you. I return the gesture with a smile on my face looking over the boy. He looked more like neytiri than jake in my opinion. But i see him flicking his eyes between me and miles behind me i step alittle closer trying to appear as not threatening as possible since all of our first meetings didn’t go very well, not that I remember much of it

“It’s a honor to meet you all agin i do appologize for myself, miles and everyone else for how our first meeting went, we where all still trying to find our way. “

He looks taken aback turning to converse silently with the rest of his siblings. Before smiling back at me again

“We have agreed to forgive you. Eywa wouldn’t want us to dwell that moment instead why don't we start over. Hello my name is neteyam im the oldest of jake and neytiri sully's children.”

And most boring i hear the younger boy mumble out from under his breath earning a smack from the older girl and a glare from neteyam. He's quick to slap a cheeky smile back on his face, stepping up and holding out his hand to shake. The very image of a certain someone I know.

“Im lo’ak i'm the coolest one here.”

“And very humble I see.” “No doubt who’s child he is.” miles says softly. I just turn and smile/glare at him. He just chuckles in response. Lo’ak clears his throat grabbing my attention once more

“I want to say thank you for taking care of Spider, he may not actually be our brother by blood but he is by choice so thanks.

“No thank you for considering him family, it warms my heart to know he didn’t grow up alone”

“Of course Spider is family.” The youngest girl says jumping up and down before running to hug Spider . He smiles and hugs her back even though she's almost taller than him.

“What’s your name sweetie? I ask the adorable young girl

“Im tuk”

“Well it's nice to meet you tuk”

“You too aunty.”

“The cuteness is too much and I just have to squeeze you.”

the girl smiles her cute giggles filling the air, everyone else looking on with smiles on their faces. Spider had moved from my side now going over to the last sully child she was still withdrawn from the group just silently watching, almost skittishly with how she held her tail infront of her. Spider simple overs her a smile before grabbing her hand and bringing her over towards me

“Mom dad this is kiri,”

“Oh the famous kiri huh”

“Dad”

“Hahaha i must say i don't think spider has stopped telling us about you i say to the young girl further embarrassing my son as he stares wide eyed at me a blush rising on his face that makes me chuckle more

“Mom!”

“Im sorry my love, hello kiri its wonderful to meet you i must say you are the image of your mother.” I can tell she is taken aback at my comment but blush’s lightly and smiles a thank you leaving her lips

“She spoke of you in her logs.”

“She did aww see i knew she always liked me no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

“Yes she said you where a very kind person.

“Well im honored grace thought highly enough to say that and i would like to give you my condolences on her passing. Just know the person that hurt her is gone and will not be coming back.

Kiri chokes back a sob but nods her brothers all going to hug her lightly

*authors note*(in this story quartich isn’t the one who shot grace. Instead it was the jerk soldier from the first chapter thats why the reader says he’s never coming back)

A throat clearing breaks the tender moment on of the other children a boy with his hair in a bun coming forward

“Mrs y/n these are chief tonowari and Ronald children aonung and tsireya, and their friend roxto they have been teaching us the way of water and have volunteered to help spider as well.”

“I see you i gesture to the trio, they reciprocated the girl smiling brightly up at me.

“Welcome to our village i hope you all find a home with us.

“I hope so to thank you dear.”

“Your clan is big are you all warriors? Roxto asks from behind tsireya

“Yes we are but dont worry no one will hurt anyone, at least not on purpose or with out cause. However I wouldn’t recommend getting in the middle of them when they’re all rough housing like that i say turning to see everyone still mucking about in the waters. Everyone simply chuckles and air coming around us as the atmosphere seeps into our bones leaving a smile on my face for the days to come.

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"Can You Take It?"

Recom Lyle Wainfleet x human f. Y/N

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Summary: Lyle and Y/N starting to date and trying to fit him for the first time.

WARNINGS: SMUT, NSFW, fluff, penetration, f. oral receiving, size difference, belly bulge,

I let my emotions and love for Lyle loose, enjoy me making us a total emotional wreck

Word Count: 6793

If you would have told me 10 years ago that I would have a crush on a blue alien from another planet, I would have probably had a mental breakdown. But it’s true. 

I signed up for the military the same year they announced that the U.S. would be sending workers to Pandora. Everyone knew about Pandora. It was a huge planet that could almost always be seen in the sky from Earth. At the time I was young but they let me aboard the spaceship a few years later. 

I’ve been here for just over a year now as a part of the Air Force. Recently, the RDA had started and completed its mission of creating recombinants from the memories of passed-away soldiers. It’s meant to be the first big step in ‘taming’ Pandora. 

The day after they had been woken the recoms were already sent on a mission out into the world. The General had assistants organise their departure and arrival. 

I just happened to have a day off on that day until I was ordered to have my aircraft ready in 10 minutes. Of course, there is no discussion or complaining with the General so I listened. 

Two of the recoms, who I learned later were Colonel Quaritch and Lieutenant Wainfleet, followed her in her big mechanical suit towards the break room near the garage for all planes, jets, and helicopters.

She held the door open and called my name.

I was playing pool with a few of my friends when I heard her voice and everyone immediately stood straight. I did too, slowly leaning away from the table and resting the stick on the ground. 

“This is Y/N. Best we got to offer so far.” The General said and even though she was talking about me like some show car, I felt a sense of pride in my chest. 

I look at her and she gives me a quick smile before turning away from me. 

“Get your chopper ready, take off in 10!” she called over her shoulder and I nodded. I watched her leave which made me notice the recoms with her. I haven’t ever seen a real Na’vi in front of me, only on the screen. Well, they weren’t that real they were Avatars but it was close enough. I noticed how they wore our uniforms and then my eyes met the Lieutenants. 

He eyed me while I examined him and it wasn’t unfriendly or friendly. But when he walked away I smiled to myself. 

I was prepared in 9 minutes and put my helmet on, leaning against my helicopter. It was assigned to me and I loved it. 

The recom team emerged from the facility while my plane already waited outside. The Colonel nodded at me and I nodded back before stepping in. My co-pilot was already inside and moments later we took off. 

That’s how I met Lyle. I would fly them to where they needed to go. 

We never talked. The only communication we held was the occasional glances. 

Soon, the looking turned into nodding our heads at each other as a greeting and later that turned into friendly smiling. 

The first time we spoke, he initiated it. I was getting the plane ready for their upcoming mission and he came out half an hour early. 

I smiled at him and then he introduced himself. We had a nice conversation and he offered to help me prep the plane. 

Things went smoothly after that.

Lyle would often visit me during the days when he wasn't in the forest. It was a little odd for me in the beginning, given the fact that we were so different by looks. He was twice as tall, blue, had a tail and all these other animal-like features. I was surprised by how quickly I warmed up to him and he was happy he found someone other than one of his blue teammates he could spend time with.

Even though they were the RDA's Avatars, people would still avoid them. The fact that your face lit up when you saw Lyle had him feeling happy and warm. 

Soon, seeing you would become the highlight of his day and the other way around for you too. A reason why you two clicked so well was that your personalities fit together well. He used to be a soldier too so there wasn't much of a difference except for the looks.

We started having long talks where we would just unload all our stress. There wasn't anywhere private we could really go so we started sitting in my helicopter together. It helped build the trust between us and it definitely strengthened the friendship.

Lyle would tell me about his mission and after a few more times of us meeting, he let me know that he couldn't be sure he would return from every mission. In a way, no human on Pandora could either but they were being put in more dangerous situations than we were. I knew there used to be 12 of them and each time they returned, a few were never seen again. I was always relieved to see Lyle but I knew that the missions took a toll on him. There was less of his usual happiness and joking each time he came back.

Once Lyle realised that he was romantically interested in you, he was very clear and upfront about it. He had been thinking things over late at night as usual and decided to tell you right away the next time he saw you.

I was surprised when Lyle confessed but also grateful. I was the kind of person who would have trouble expressing these things so having him do it first was a relief. 

Lyle boldly told me how he felt, going into detail about the things he liked about me and why I was special to him which had me blushing. Then he started explaining that I didn't have to go with any of this and that I could just say no now because 1. He was permanently an Avatar and 2. He couldn't promise me he would come back every time. 

I confessed too, telling him how much I liked having him around and how much he grew on me. Lyle was surprised by this and he questioned me to make sure I was certain. The last thing he wanted was to make me feel uncomfortable. 

Once we cleared the air things went well. We continued to meet up in my helicopter and sometimes we would go there during the late evenings to talk and hold each other. Lyle became my safe space. I could retreat to him and be comfortable in his presence. He felt the same way with me and neither of us has been happier. 

During our sessions, we would hold each other and we’ve kissed a few times already. We had one make-out session but Lyle ended it by saying that it was late.

Today was one of the days when we would meet at night. Sometimes we would have trouble sleeping or we just wanted to see each other. Except this time, Lyle offered that we could stay in his room. It was spacey because he required more room so I happily agreed. 

I walked through the dimly lit and empty hallways which usually are buzzing with people during the day until I reached the recom’s quarters. Lyle waited outside the main entrance to their rooms so I wouldn’t get lost and once I saw him I felt relieved. 

“Hey, Buttercup.” he whispered as we walked to each other. I wrapped my arms around his waist as we hugged.

“Hi.” I mumble, burying my face into his shirt while he holds my head against him. The height difference made hugging almost impossible so this is how we usually did it. 

“You okay?” he asked, wondering why I wasn’t letting him go. I smile at him. 

Lyle chuckled softly, petting my head before we turned to walk to his room. He held my hand and led the way through the dark. His eyes were more trained for night vision so I trusted him. 

“You smell good.” 

It was a nice evening. We sat on his bed and talked as usual. I’ve never been in his room before and since everything was run by the RDA it wasn’t very personalised. But I felt like it was a step forward in our relationship. 

At some point, I felt touch deprived and I leaned against him, curling my arms around his huge and bulky one. 

Lyle loved it when I would initiate contact and show affection to him. It was a reminder that I felt the same way he did because he often doubted things. 

He sighed, finishing his rant about his worries about his new mission. I wanted to comfort him and embrace him more so I kneeled on the bed, straddling his waist but not sitting down. Lyle watched me with amusement as I fought to get around him and eventually, I just threw myself on him and we both fell back on the mattress with chuckles and giggles. He tightly wrapped his arms around me, holding me firmly against him while I lay stretched out on top of him. 

“I’m sorry you have to deal with all that.” I softly say, resting my chin on his chest and looking up at him. He gives me an appreciative smile. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby. It’s all good.” Lyle replies, stroking his hand through my hair and brushing down the strands that covered my face. 

“Can I do anything to help?” I ask, wondering whether he has any requests I can fulfil to make him feel better. Maybe cuddling or I could attempt a massage. He loved it when I would trace his tattoos or draw pictures on his back with my fingers. 

Lyle smiles again. “Kisses.” he mumbles and I laugh before heaving myself forward to reach his head and place a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Anything else?” I ask with a grin. We’ve exchanged teasing and dirty jokes before. Lyle raises an eyebrow before sitting up and leaning on his forearms. He was looking at me to see if I meant it. 

I was just joking and the context and possible outcome of the situation only hit me now. 

“You jokin’?” he asked me while I sat on his lower torso in deep thought. 

“Yes and no.” 

“What does that mean?” he breathily laughs. 

“Well… if you want to, I would be okay to try it.” I say, nervously fumbling with my fingers while Lyle just stares at me, replaying my words in his head. 

“You wanna try it?” he asks, seeming doubtful. His concern discourages me and I look down. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up so early.” I say, my voice fading a little more with every word. 

“No, no. Y/N I didn’t mean that. Baby, look at me.” Lyle panics, fully sitting up now and holding me to him. “You didn’t bring it up early, I’ve been dreamin’ of this. I just didn’t want to mention it to you first in case you still weren’t sure about us.” 

I frown. How could I not be sure about us? We’ve been dating for almost a month it would be cruel to lead him on like this and not be sure. 

“Lyle, of course, I’m sure.” I say, nudging his chest. “I love you and I want this.” I say and I watch his eyes widen. Once again I realise too late what I just said.

“-only if, uh, you want this too.” 

“Fuck yeah, I want this.” he chuckles, nuzzling his face into my neck. I smile, running my hand up his neck and to his head. 

“Just uh-” I say, stopping to think of how I should phrase it.

Lyle looks up at me, a glimpse of worry in his eyes. 

He smiles, holding me closer to him. “Will do. Just tell me if something doesn’t feel right and we can stop anytime.”

“Please go slow.” 

I nod and pull him in for a kiss. The atmosphere in the room slowly shifts and the kiss becomes a heated make-out session. I’m balling my fingers into fists around his tank top while he tests the waters and gropes my hips. He carefully moves his hands to my ass and lower thighs, kneading the flesh through my sleep shorts. The unexpected intimate action makes me moan into the kiss and his ears shoot forward. Lyle smiles against my lips, devouring my mouth with more passion. 

The hand resting on the back of his head traces around where his kuru cord starts, making him hum in approval. I knew it was sensitive so I didn’t want to push it but I was curious beyond thinking. 

My fingers caressed it, gently tracing down his braid and I felt Lyle shiver. I pulled away and examined his half-lidded eyes. He seemed to be feeling good. I knew that too by the way he would grind my hips down against his. I felt his hardening dick in his shorts and it made me that much more excited. 

“Lyle-” I whimpered as he rolled my hips down against his. He grunted, looking at me again to ensure I was okay. 

He felt hazy from the pleasure but he also made it his mission to make you feel good. Lyle wanted this to be about you. His needs could wait. He also took pleasure in giving. 

His large hands started skimming up and down my body and my clothes were gently being removed one after the other. Our eyes were locked to keep Lyle convinced I was okay. To remind him of that I tugged at his top, slipping my hands under it and running them up his lean torso. He grinned, pulling it over his head and once he saw how amazed I was with his built figure he felt more confident in touching me.

He took his time, knowing that it he would have to be patient and gentle if he wanted things to work in any way. I was naked before him and he was tracing my sides with his palms while whispering into my ear how much he loved me and how beautiful I was to him. 

His hands fell lower and he caressed the insides of my thighs before he let his fingertips come in contact with my bare pussy. I whined, holding onto his shoulders and resting my forehead against his chest. I’ve had sex before but never with an Avatar. 

His fingers started to gently rub me, gliding through my slick folds and massaging up and down my slit. The noises I made were an incredible turn-on for Lyle and motivated him to continue. 

He needed to get me as wet as possible if he wanted to get himself anywhere near me. 

One of his fingers started prodding at my entrance, gently applying pressure before he slowly slipped it in. I gasped when I felt how long and thick just one of his fingers is. It reached deeper than anyone including me ever has and my mouth was hanging open. 

Lyle’s other hand was soothing me, softly running up and down my bare back to keep me relaxed. He definitely knew what he was doing and I knew I was in good hands. 

Once he felt me get used to that he inserted a second finger into my slick pussy, gently thrusting them in and out. That alone caused me to feel a stretch but it was necessary. He would occasionally curl his fingers which made me throw my head back before he would part them and scissor me open to stretch my walls further. 

I started feeling a build-up of pleasure in my abdomen but it was cut short when Lyle pulled out both his fingers. He held me by my waist and lay me down on the bed before settling between my legs and pushing them open by my knees. I felt small compared to him which I was and I forced myself to keep my legs open. Not that I didn’t want to, it was just so intimate I got shy. 

“God, you’re so beautiful…” Lyle whispered, letting his dilated eyes fixate on your naked body. Why and how you could like him was still a mystery to him.

I blush, covering my face with my hands and Lyle grins sheepishly before resuming his previous actions at a different angle. 

He concentrated on finding spots that would make me feel better and it wasn’t difficult for his long fingers either.

Soon, Lyle added a third finger and I was gripping the sheets above my head to keep me from moving around. I was so full it blew my mind.

“How you doin’, baby?” he asked me and I gulped, struggling to find words.

“So good.” I whisper, gasping for air in between the sentence. Lyle smirked, kissing the inside of my thigh. He peppered more kisses on them and neared my heat before he placed one on the bud above my clit. 

I whimpered his name, feeling weak and lust-drunk from the feeling of his lips. My positive reaction pleased Lyle and he did it again. To help me find a release, he opened his mouth and licked up my slit with his strong tongue while fingering me and I cried out, having to bite my fist from screaming. 

Lyle hummed against you making you squirm and before long, he was lapping up the slick on your cunt. He was positioned at the edge of his bed, kneeling down to be at your level and with all the noise you made and the way you tasted he started subtly dry-humping the side of the bed to keep himself under control. 

I was mind-blown and couldn’t think straight. Feeling completely overwhelmed I didn’t even notice the pleasure start building up again and within seconds I came loose around Lyle’s fingers. He felt me clench down around his fingers and hummed in approval as he continued to finger and lick me through my orgasm. 

My eyes opened again and I was brought back to reality. I lean forwards and look at Lyle, noticing his cocky grin. 

“Feel good?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 

I scoff playfully. “Hell yeah.” 

He smiles while gently pulling his fingers from me and licking them clean. I watch him and my bottom lip catches in between my teeth. 

Lyle ensured that I’m ready and he felt confident enough to attempt penetration. His large arms caged me in as he climbed on top of me, kissing my forehead while I tried to push his shorts down with my feet. 

“Don’t worry Buttercup, it’ll happen. Just wanna take my time with you.” Lyle said, mumbling the last part as he kissed down my neck. 

He sucks on my sweet spot and I grow even weaker beneath him. After he felt like my body was appreciated enough, Lyle pushed himself up and tugged his shorts down, throwing them next to the bed. 

When he looks back down at me my eyes are fixed on his groin and my mouth is gaping open. It’s almost hypnotising. The way it stands erect in all its glory and the fact that it’s throbbing while the veins bulge out on the sides has my mouth watering. It was absolutely enormous and I was so drawn to it. 

“You’re drooling, baby.” Lyle chuckles, wiping a bead of saliva from the corner of my mouth. My eyes blink a few times and I tear my gaze from his crotch to his face. 

“Holy shit.” I say, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You didn’t say you were this big.” 

“My bad?” he asks, teasingly. My words sounded accusing and flattering at the same time. It would be a compliment if it weren’t deadly.

He lowered his body closer to mine, groaning while gliding it over my wet pussy. Lyle was so touch-deprived and sensitive that even just that would have been okay with him if you would decide you have second thoughts on sex. 

Our height difference was much more visible because for our groins to be in the same area, our heads had to be far apart. I was looking up at Lyle’s chest and his head was hanging low, staring at the bedsheet because I didn’t reach that far up. It didn’t matter because I could look back at him and he could curl his head in to see me. 

“You ready?” he asked and my stomach twisted in excitement not only at his words but also when I heard how low and gruff his voice had become. 

“Yes.” I whisper, smiling up at him and he nods, concentrating on his movements. He was grinding against me which felt good and I was breathing heavily again. 

Neither Lyle nor I could see in between us so he was blindly pressing up against me in search of my entrance. It didn’t take long at all and his tip pressed right against it. He applied pressure and when he felt the wet skin give way and when he heard my gasp, he knew he found it. 

Lyle started pushing himself in and it didn’t go far at all. We felt how he was slowly being engulfed by me but only his tip had made it in. 

I whimpered, raising my arms and holding on to his sides while Lyle was looking beneath him and watching my reactions to make sure he wouldn’t hurt me. 

Lyle realised he couldn’t go deeper with this thrust so he gently pulled back, letting himself slip out of me and it gave me a chance to breathe again. His queue was hanging down his side and without much thought, I gently wrapped my hand around it, wanting to be connected to him in some way at least. Lyle groaned, stopping his movements for a second because he was distracted. It felt weird when he touched it but feeling your small and delicate hands wrap around his most sensitive body part had a small wave of pleasure wash over him and when he opened his eyes again, his pupils were even more dilated. 

Lyle pushed his hips forward again, managing to drive himself slightly deeper this time. My grip on his cord tightened before I let go, not wanting to hurt him and I clawed at the sheets instead. 

“Fuck-” he cursed under his breath. “...so tight.” Lyle’s eyes were clenched closed and the muscles in his body were all stiff as he fought his body's urges and needs to just mindlessly start rutting into you. If he did that you would end up in the hospital. 

The stretch inside me was very much present but it was bearable and I refused to give up. I wanted to please him and I wanted to feel him inside me. Most of him at least. 

Lyle continued his actions, always carefully pulling out before pushing in a bit deeper every time. 

“Lyle-” I whimper, eventually feeling completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“Just a little more…” he grunts, clenching his jaw as he tries to get thrust himself just a little deeper inside me. He would stop if I asked him to. 

He pulls back and snaps his hips forward with a little more strength than usual which startles me. I hear Lyle moan and almost instantly my worries flow away. I glance down and see that he is halfway inside me. We both knew that him bottoming out was never going to happen but this was big progress for the first time. 

He tries again, wanting to know how much further he can go before it hurts me. His hips thrust forwards with more force and I feel him hit what I think is my cervix. 

I whine, curling my toes to fight the burning stretch in me. Lyle didn’t move, realising this was the deepest he could go. He looked under him again, noticing my grimacing expression. 

“You okay?” he asked through heavy breaths, reaching down to caress my cheek. I nod while keeping my eyes closed. 

“So- full.” I say, struggling to speak. 

“You’re doing so good.” he whispered and his praise helped relax me. He felt the tension from my body slowly vanish and took a mental note of the effect praise had on me.

Lyle gave me a few minutes, letting me adjust and gather myself. He himself needed that time to breathe and collect himself. If he’d continue now he was worried he wouldn’t be able to stop and he couldn’t let that happen. 

We stayed still for a few minutes and with every passing second I felt myself relax a little more. Lyle was my safe space and I knew he wouldn’t ever hurt me. Even if he was struggling to contain himself he would force himself to stop if he was close to losing it.

“It’s okay- now.” I say with a hiccup in between. He glances down at me while keeping his plank position above me. Another thing I admired about him was his strength and he knew I liked it. Maybe he was purposefully doing it now to get me more turned on. It was definitely working. 

“Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” he said, not doing anything until I confirmed. 

I nod but he needs it to be clear for both of us.

“Words baby, I want you to be okay.” he said, gently caressing my face. I smiled, craning my neck and looking above me towards him. I found it quite funny that even though we were so close his head was so far from me. I would have to stretch my arms out above me to touch his face.

“Yes, I’ll tell you.” I reply and he nods while his tail swishes to the other side. 

Lyle slowly pulled out, keeping his fists balled up tightly to contain his pleasure. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes closed as he concentrated on keeping his movements steady for you. 

His retraction stopped once just his tip was still in me and he gave me a few seconds before he gently lolled forwards again, slowly filling me to the brim. It was only possible for me to take just slightly over half of him but Lyle was more than okay with that.

When you two started dating he was ready for you to completely say no to sex because of the size difference. When you agreed to it today he was speechless but he needed to make sure you would be okay. This was meant to be a special shared experience and his priority was your comfort and pleasure. 

Maybe with time and a lot of getting used to, you would be able to take more. 

My mouth fell open in a silent cry. I was undoubtedly in pain because the stretch was more than anything I had ever imagined. I knew it would be difficult but it was bearable. I was looking up at Lyle to keep myself distracted from the burning sensation deep inside me. His face was flushed with pure bliss and seeing him like that was the biggest most attractive turn-on for me. 

He continued his smooth actions, listening to every breath I let out to try and read how I felt. After a while, the pain became mild and I was able to focus on him. I was admiring all of him, letting my eyes roam over his entire body. The sight of everything before me helped me start to feel good and it seemed to only properly sink in now that Lyle was being this intimate with me. Other thoughts and worries clouded my mind before but now it felt like it was just us together. 

I suddenly felt heartsick for him and lonely. I wanted to be closer because my heart was exploding with love and affection as I watched how careful he was being with me. 

“Lyle-” I sigh, reaching up for him. My eyes became glossy and teary-eyed but not because of pain. I just loved him so much and I needed to let him know. My emotions overwhelmed me since I never felt such an adoration for another person but I loved him so much it made me want to cry. 

He froze in his motions and his head shot to me in worry of hurting me while he waited to see what happened. 

“Lyle, I love you.” I mumble with half-lidded watery eyes. My hand reached out for him and he shifted his weight onto one arm so that he could hold my hand. He was scanning over my face, seeming unsure about the tears which now flowed down the side of my face. 

“-so much...” I add with a whisper and he feels how his heart warms up. He can see how much I mean it and Lyle takes this to heart, being sure he will never forget this moment. We’ve never said ‘I love you’ to each other. We wanted to, especially Lyle since day one but he didn’t want to push his luck. 

“Never as much as I love you.” he says, smiling down at me while interlocking our hands together. “You alright?” A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he takes in my hazy state. 

I nod with a sniffle, raising a leg and wrapping it around his waist to encourage him to continue. “Please- don’t stop.” I sigh softly, and the words overjoyed him.

He was so happy you accepted him and that he succeeded in making you not only feel good but safe and comfortable. If you wouldn’t be intimately connected right now he would tackle you into the mattress and cuddle you until you fell asleep. 

Lyle drew his hips back and I felt my wetness mixed with his large amount of pre-cum drizzle out of me. His body was fascinating and I couldn’t get enough of him. Once he gently thrust into me his ears perked forward at the small sound of a squelch being elicited from between us. A sound so pornographic it made his dick twitch. 

With his next thrust, my eyes fluttered closed and I sighed in pleasure, letting my head fall back. Lyle kept his eyes fixed on me and my reaction gave him more confidence. He started to roll his hips forward with slightly more force, making sure to push in the same amount every time so that he wouldn’t bruise my insides by trying to fit more. 

My breathing became heavy and I coordinated it with his slow pants and grunts. I traced my hands up and down his torso, admiring every muscle and tattoo. 

He curled his waist to angle his hips differently with every thrust so that it wouldn’t just be a constant back-and-forth motion. This approach made my eyes shoot open and I moaned, tightly gripping his shoulder as I suddenly felt extremely satisfied and pleasured. 

Lyle’s own eyes widened at the noise he managed to draw from me and from then on he decided he needed to make me do that as much as possible.

I dug my fingers into the back of his hand, arching my back off the bed to be able to deal with the bliss I was in. He reached every spot inside me he needed to and I was close to reaching my orgasm. It surprised me because I had never felt good just through penetration. Maybe it was because of how sensitive I was from my last orgasm or perhaps I just needed to find the right person which was Lyle. 

I whimpered, glancing down between us to witness how most of his huge cock would disappear inside my body, creating a bulge in my abdomen every time he pushed in. 

“I’m so close…” I gasp, spreading my legs open more to make sure he wouldn’t stop. 

“Me too baby-” he said, groaning when he thrust in again. His pace had picked up slightly but he made sure to continue doing what felt good for me. “Hang on a little.” 

I nod, holding on to him while my toes curled against the sheets of the bed. My ears were filled with his soft grunts. Lyle’s jaw was clenched closed and his ears flattened back against the side of his head as he felt his release near him. 

It felt so good I couldn’t hold it much longer anymore. 

“Lyle-” I cry out, desperately looking up at him.

He hissed through his clenched teeth in bliss and his muscles started to tense. 

“Fuck- that’s it.” he moaned, burying our connected hands into the mattress as he fought himself to not start relentlessly pounding into me. 

“Let go baby.” he said through heavy breaths and with his next thrust we both got lost in bliss 

I moaned out his name as he rode out our orgasms. My legs tightened around his waist while his hips stuttered and desperately bucked against mine. My walls clenched around him, almost trapping him inside me for a second and Lyle’s mouth fell open as he released his cum deep into me. The way he was being squeezed drove him feral and all of him tensed as he filled me up, emptying everything he had into me. While he spilled inside me, Lyle lowered his abdomen against mine, resting more of his weight on my shaking body to ensure I stayed in place so that I would take it all. 

We both started to calm down and our heaving chests synched. My trembling and weak legs fell from his sides and onto the bed while Lyle dropped his head forward to regain his senses. 

He looked down at me and was relieved when he saw my fucked out expression. Lyle was worried he may have hurt me towards the end when his gentle pace faltered but I was very much okay. I look up and smile at him, feeling exhausted. 

He slowly moves back, retracting himself from inside me and slipping out completely. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, just needing to make sure.

I shake my head ‘no’ because I was unable to form words. He smiles softly, kissing my forehead and running his palm down my body before getting up and reaching for a towel that was thrown over a chair. He comes back to me, sitting down in front of my legs and gently lifting one up onto his shoulder to spread them. Cum was seeping out of me as his eyes raked over my vulnerable state. 

“You look beautiful like this.” he mumbled, seeming a little lost in thought and I chuckled softly, running a hand over my face before lifting myself on my forearms to look at him. He moved the towel to me and gently cleaned me from our bodily fluids, being extra careful when I flinched at the contact. My pussy was throbbing from how sensitive I was and it was a lot when the towel came in contact with my clit. After I was clean to his satisfaction Lyle did the same to himself before tossing the towel behind him and gently picking me up. Lyle lay back down but on his back this time and pulled me on top of him so that I was splayed out on his chest with my head resting under his. He reached for his blanket to cover the both of us before wrapping his arms around me and resting them on his back. 

When his eyes meet mine he notices how I’m staring up at him in complete adoration. He smiles and I lean forward to kiss him. He’s gentle again, pulling me closer into his chest while we passionately kiss. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” I ask with a huge smile. He seemed at a loss for words, just staring at me to try and understand. In his mind, Lyle would wonder that about you because he would still struggle to understand why you liked him because he wasn’t human. 

“You take such good care of me.” I say, noticing his confusion. It saddened me a little when he doubted himself like this. My mission in this relationship was to have him know he was the best for me. 

“No one has ever been so good to me. I feel safe with you.” 

“Really?” he asks with wide eyes, not knowing quite what to say. I knew he needed lots of reminders. 

My smile widens. “Lyle you’re the best thing in my life.” He was. There wasn’t much on Pandora that brought me joy. He was the reason I would get up out of bed in the mornings. I would always look forward to seeing him. 

His gaze softens and I notice he’s getting emotional. Lyle never got emotional. He would always hide behind jokes and managed to always seem fond of himself. I was glad he was opening up to me and showing me a part of him which needed healing. Especially since he was a marine, feelings would very often be neglected and pushed to the side which made them worse. 

“God, I’m so happy you’re mine.” he whispers, clutching me tighter and pressing his cheek against mine. I smile, nuzzling my face into him. 

“Say it, please.” he adds softly, looking at me with pleading eyes and needing to hear the words. 

“I’m yours Lyle. You’re all I want and no one out there even stands a chance.” 

He connects our lips again in a sensual kiss as happiness and joy fill him. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” he says and I giggle. 

“This is getting cheesy.” I say and he chuckles. 

“I don’t care. I can make it worse.” he says and I raise an eyebrow. 

“You’re my everythin’ and my world and I would-” Lyle starts rambling and I laugh. 

“Okay, okay. I get it.” I cut him off and we break into giggles and laughter before I settle down against his chest again. 

“Comfortable?” he jokes and I smile. Then I notice the odd empty feeling between my legs. He must have stretched me out so much that I felt hollow now. 

He watches me as I think. 

“I feel empty.” I say, not sure how else to express it. My words surprise Lyle and the first idea that comes to mind is to fill me again. Cockwarming didn’t sound bad for either of us but for that to work I would be resting my head right under his chest because I would have to move down his body. The blanket would then be over my head and Lyle wouldn’t be able to wrap his hands around my waist anymore. We seem to be going down the same thought trail and then Lyle gets another idea. 

His right-hand drifts down my body and over the curve of my ass. I follow his movements and part my legs slightly more when he reaches my crotch again. He moves his hand under my thigh and slips two of his fingers into me. I bite my lip, closing my eyes for a few seconds before looking up at him. 

He looked so in love it made my heart flutter. 

“Better?” he asked after he pushed in knuckle deep and I nod.

“Is it comfortable for you?” I ask, wondering whether he can keep it in. 

“Fuck yeah. I didn’t know you’d want this but it’s better than cuddlin’.” he chuckled, feeling pride in his chest. Knowing you needed and wanted to feel him so close to you like that reassured Lyle that you loved him. 

He brushes his fingers through my hair with his free hand as he notices my eyes grow heavy. 

“Good night, baby.” he whispers, kissing my cheek and I smile. 

“Good night. Love you.” I mumble making him smile as I drift off to sleep. From then on even just falling asleep together became a regular thing. I felt protected by him and Lyle made sure I’d fall asleep before he would close his eyes, just to ensure my safety and comfort. Not that I was in danger but he liked doing it.

If he could, he would lay on top of you so that he could shield you from anything but that would most likely crush you so it never happened. You meant everything to Lyle and he was ready to protect you with his life.

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Im just saying a hate fucking fic where Lyle is jealous that Quaritch is always giving the reader all the attention when he is supposed to be his right hand man wouldn’t be terrible 😏

Wouldn't be terrible at all ( I had to write this, thank you!)

Hate-Fucking with Lyle Wainfleet

Masterlist

Summary: (can be seen in the ask)

WARNINGS: SMUT / NSFW, fighting, swearing, degrading, violence, force, hurt/comfort, spanking, penetration, man-handling

Word Count: 6480

Quaritch stood next to the helicopter with a tablet in his hand. He was flicking through it and then pulled out a paper from his pocket. 

All the recom’s including me were geared up and waiting for orders. 

“Y/N.” Quaritch said and my gaze shot up. “Put these coordinates in.”

“Yes, sir.” I nod, walking over to him and standing next to the Colonel who hands me the tablet. I start clicking from tab to tab and he holds out the paper with all the information. Once I finish I hand it back to him and he gives me a firm yet appreciative nod. I move to the side again, stilling my movements and holding my weapon. 

What I don’t notice is the pair of eyes burning into my skin. They belong to Lyle and he’s seething with jealousy. He was a Corporal and had recently been promoted to Lieutenant for his loyalty to the RDA. Meaning, he was the next highest rank after the Colonel. Which also meant he was meant to be Quaritch’s number two or his so-called right-hand man. 

But for whatever reason, the Colonel seemed to take a liking in you and it annoyed Lyle. A hatred for you was building up in him, even though you hadn’t ever done anything directly to harm him. He knew he was in the wrong for this because you were a nice person but he couldn’t even bring himself to say that about you. 

This wasn’t the first time you had been asked to do something he should have. 

Another time when we were out on a mission, Quaritch needed to send the helicopter our location and additional files of data we collected. Once again, the technology seemed to overwhelm him. He also happened to be tired after the long day in the forest, so without hesitation, he called you to him. 

Quaritch knew he could rely on you and he had great trust in you. 

While you helped him out on the screen he grinned at a few of his soldiers. 

“Good te’ have some young flesh with us.” he chuckled and a few soldiers grinned in response to his comment. I smiled, returning the screen to him after I was done. He liked to joke about how younger generations like myself were more technologically competent. 

Once again, Lyle was pissed off. His ears were strained back and his arms folded as he glared at you while you continued a conversation with one of the soldiers. 

It was true. I was younger than all of them. I was also the last to join the Deja Blu team. While we were all physically the same age now because our avatars were in their twenties, I was roughly that old when I died while the Colonel was over 50 and Lyle had almost reached 40. There was a significant mental age gap between Lyle and me but it wasn’t even noticeable. I subconsciously adapted my behaviour to the others and so did he, which balanced everything out. 

Currently, I was in one of our meeting rooms with Quaritch. The General was there and he was talking to her about the mission. I stood next to the Colonel just as a backup and also to help him beam up the pictures we took of old retrieved machinery in the forest. 

Lyle walked by, glancing through the huge glass windows and stopping in his tracks when he saw the layout of the scene in the room. He growled when he saw you standing next to your superior. Actually, his superior and your double-superior if that made sense. Lyle was also your superior so technically he could order you to do things when the Colonel wasn’t there. 

He was definitely going to take advantage of his rank to get back at you.

Lyle walked inside while the General and Quaritch were talking. Their conversation was coming to an end and she told him to follow her to the aircraft runway to show him relevant equipment for the next mission. He wasn’t necessarily pleased about having to spend more time with her but he didn’t dare show it. He dismissed me, handing over the tablet he was holding to free his hands before following her to the door. The Colonel noticed Lyle and nodded towards him. The gesture was returned to Lyle. They had both gone and now it was just me, Lyle, and a few other humans doing scientific studies. 

I was taking notes of what the Colonel had told me to write down and felt another presence. Turning around I spot Lyle and smile. 

“Hey, don’t you have training?” I ask, putting the tablet down and turning to him. He didn’t smile back or even greet me which both confused and worried me. Lyle was always friendly. 

“What are you doin’ here?” he asked and his voice seemed to be deeper than usual. I don’t take my eyes off him as he approaches me. I just study his movements trying to sense out of his emotions. 

“The Colonel had a meeting, I helped take notes and-” I explain, giving him another friendly smile and motioning to the screen in front of me.

“Did he ask you?” Lyle’s tail swishes in irritation and the sign of body language makes my gently swaying tail freeze. Something is off and I can now tell he is not happy. Instantly, I’m worried I did something wrong even though I know I haven’t. 

“Uhm, I guess so.” I reply, not sure how else to answer. 

“You don’t know?” Lyle asks, his hard gaze meeting mine while his almost mocking tone undermines my words. I nervously look down, turning away from him. His presence suddenly seems so strong it intimidates me. 

“I don’t remember.” I say before turning to the tablet and picking it up. 

Lyle grits his teeth and in the next second his hand rips the tablet from mine. I stare up at him in shock at his rough actions.

“What are you doing?” I ask, not daring to take it back. 

“Stop doin’ my job.” he growls at me, staring me down for a good few seconds before turning to leave with the tablet. Lyle slams the door closed behind him, leaving me standing alone. I flinch at the loud noise, not moving and just processing what happened. 

I scan the room, looking at the humans who were already looking at me. Their curious eyes drank in the dramatic scene. I frown, pinning my ears to the side of my head and once they see I’ve spotted them they quickly turn away. 

Confusion and anger were pumping through my body as I huffed through my nostrils in annoyance before exiting the room. Lyle was already gone. 

That interaction put me in a bad mood and I most definitely expected an apology from him during our next encounter. 

The next day, during a briefing Quaritch was giving the recom’s, he received a phone call. He saw it was someone ranking close to the General and his eyes met mine. He curled his finger, beckoning me to him and without hesitation, I got up from my seat and approached him. 

“Notes.” he murmured before picking up the phone and I quickly unlocked mine, scrolling through files to find what he needed. Once I got it I handed him my phone and he gave me his usual appreciative nod before turning away and talking to the person on the phone. I stand patiently, waiting for him to finish so that I can get my phone back. 

All the recom’s are used to me being called up and when he turns away they use the time as a break and start talking. I intuitively scan the room before my eyes lock with Lyle’s. 

I freeze and my heart drops when I see that he’s staring me down again. He was sitting in the front row of the benches, leaning forwards on his arms which rested on his manspreading thighs. His glare made me stop chewing on my tongue and my ears were flattened back just like his. 

He seemed to notice how I didn’t look away this time and took note of my reacting attitude towards him. The Colonel returned and Lyle looked away. I continued to study him as I sat down, trying to think of an explanation for his behaviour. 

Did that count as taking his job away? But if so, what does he expect? I’m not going to ignore Quaritch’s orders. He asked me to do something, I’m going to do it. If Lyle has a problem with that, then I have a problem with Lyle. 

The next time I spoke to Lyle was when the recom team wasn’t being used for its deemed mission but for chores. With our height and strength, we were a great help and happened to often do a better job than the human soldiers. 

This time we were cleaning and repairing helicopters. There were 4 in total and Brown and I were in charge of one together. Lyle was walking up and down the runway, keeping an eye on everything because Quaritch was busy. 

Brown knelt down, tightening the screw and pipes of the engine while I held a cloth in my hand and wiped away the grease and ashes. He gave me a thumbs-up and I nodded, trying to start the engine again but once again the helicopter died. Brown groaned in frustration and I chuckled, walking over to him to see what it looked like. 

“Shouldn’t that be screwed on here?” I ask, pointing it out to him. 

“Don’t know, this is how the other guy showed me te’ do it.” he replied, shrugging. I hum, examining the mess.

“Y/N, back to work!” I hear Lyle loudly call from behind us. Both of us turn around to face him and I frown when my eyes meet him. He’s standing with his arms crossed and tail swaying.

“I am working.” I say, leaning on the front of the aircraft and looking at him. 

“She’s helpin’ me out.” Brown said, looking up at Lyle. I smile, thankful for his helpful words. 

Lyle glares at me and I raise an eyebrow, challenging him to complain about me even more. 

“Wearin’ that?” he scoffs and I blink in silence, processing his nerve to even comment on my clothes. It was extremely warm in the garage for all aircraft, especially when we were working on their engines. 

So I had shorts and a sports bra on, instead of my usual tank top. Not a big deal. It wasn’t the first time either. 

“Yeah, you got a problem?” I ask, fully turning around to face him. Brown notices the tension and stands up. He wasn’t used to seeing me mad. 

“I do actually, yes.” Lyle answered, taking an intimidating step forward but it just makes me sneer at him. We’re staring each other down until Brown comes to my rescue. 

“She’s wearin’ more than me.” He says, making it sound like a light joke even though he is trying to scale down the situation. Brown was shirtless with just loose shorts on, so he wasn’t wrong. 

Lyle’s eyes flicker to him, finally breaking the tense and harsh eye contact and I softly sigh. 

“Get back to it then.” Wainfleet sternly says, turning away from us. I roll my eyes, turning back to the engine and Brown scans the two of us before kneeling down again. 

“What the hell was that?” he asked, glancing up at me before reaching for the screwdriver. 

“No idea. He’s been like this for the past few days.” I say with a sigh while my tail flicks in irritation. 

“I think he’s into you.” he chuckles and I wheeze. 

“Yeah, right. I’d rather die.” I say, realising I may not even mean that after I said it. Nonetheless, Brown didn’t need to know. 

“I’m serious, he’s been an ass like this once and that was when he was all over some girl. “ Brown adds and I think about it. “Besides, look at you. I think he’s interested.”

I scoff, hitting the back of his head which makes him laugh as he readjusts his baseball cap. 

“He’s interested to kill me.” I say and Brown gives me a doubting look, wanting to reply but we’re interrupted. 

“Y/N!” I hear a distant call which makes me turn my attention away from the conversation. I turn around, vaguely noticing that Lyle was still standing behind us and was facing us. He too was looking in the direction the voice came from. 

Quaritch came out from around the corner, seeming rushed as he scanned the room for me. His eyes found me and his tense shoulders slumped in relief. 

“Y/N, sweet’eart. I need you for the meeting.” He called and I nodded. I was completely oblivious to the pet name and it flew right by me. It just so happened to hit Lyle like a brick to the face and Brown noticed it too. 

As I turn to leave I grin at Lyle who looks angry that I’m being called up instead of him. I chuck the dirty cloth at him. 

“You can clean now. I’m needed elsewhere.” I tease him, smiling at Brown who is fighting a grin before jogging to where the Colonel came from. 

Lyle was boiling with anger, gripping the cloth so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Pfft, ‘sweetheart’.” he mumbled in a mocking tone. 

The fact that Quaritch called for you pissed him off even more and he wasn’t sure whether he was jealous of you or him. It seems as though the Colonel and you have become close with all the time you spend working together, so you doing Lyle’s job. He didn’t know whether to be mad at you for taking it away from him or whether to be mad at the Colonel for wanting you instead of him. Somehow, he also felt angry that you allowed Quaritch to call you pet names like that. 

Lyle turned to Brown who avoided eye contact with him and started doing what I was before. 

“Didn’t know you were the jealous type.” Brown joked, glancing up at Lyle before taking cover behind the broken engine again. 

Lyle’s ears tipped back at his words. “What? No! I’m not.” he snarls, aggressively cleaning the side of the aircraft. Brown didn’t say anything else, not wanting to cause a commotion. 

“It’s just- she’s doin’ my job. Ya know? I’m the fuckin’ Lieutenant.” he huffs and Brown’s ears flick up. Lyle was talking to himself mostly, needing to let his frustration out. Brown preferred not to voice his opinion in fear of getting a beating. 

‘You were going to pay for this’ Lyle thought. 

The meeting Quaritch called me in for was similar to most others. It seemed as though the General needed to be re-informed of our mission every few days which was starting to annoy both Quaritch and me. 

Luckily it ended before either of us started giving Ardmore some attitude. 

She walked out of the room with her usual group of soldiers following her and the Colonel watched her leave with a stern look. Once the door closed behind them he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“That woman’s gettin’ on my nerves.” he subtly said and I grinned, shutting down the computer and turning off the beamer. I wanted to comment on her too but I knew better than that.

“Why does she need us doing this every few days?” I ask, putting the remote control back into a drawer before facing the Colonel. 

“Don’t think she trusts us.” Quaritch answers and I hum in reply. 

“Anyway, you’ve been a great help Y/N. You’re dismissed for the rest of the evenin’.” he said, flashing me a smile and I returned it. 

“Thank you, sir.” I say with a nod before walking out the door myself. There were a lot of thoughts going through my head at the moment so I had tunnel vision for the door of my room. I reached it, letting myself in and closing the door behind me, sighing in relief at the silence and privacy. 

What you hadn’t noticed was, of course, Lyle. He refused to finish cleaning the helicopter and was actually planning on just going to wash his hands but he stumbled across the room you were having this ‘meeting’ in and decided to hang around there instead. Since he was a recombinant, no one would question why he isn’t working so he leaned against the wall next to one of the windows in the room and waited. 

Once Ardmore left he turned around and looked inside, watching the interaction between the Colonel and you. You seemed to be having a pleasant conversation which put Lyle in a very non-pleasant mood. 

He saw you start to leave and his eyes flickered to his superior, noticing how the Colonel peered after you. 

Lyle’s ears automatically flattened back without him noticing. Of course, you were still wearing your skimpy outfit. 

He waited for you to see him because he was very close to the door but your eyes didn’t catch him. Instead, you walked away and probably to your room. 

Lyle huffed in annoyance, making sure the Colonel wouldn’t see him through the windows before following you down the long hallways. The third time he turned a corner he stopped and noticed you unlocking your door and walking inside. Now you were alone and he could scold you for all the shit you have done that’s pissed him off. 

He slowly walked up to your door, stopping in front of it before knocking harshly at the wood.

My tired eyes shot open and my ears perked at the noise. I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself off with a wet towel. Droplets of water were running down my neck and chest after I had just rubbed off some of the helicopter's grease. 

I sigh, holding on to the towel before walking to the door. 

I open it, expecting to see Z-Dog asking where I’ve been of Brown trying to figure out more about the drama. But no, to my surprise, Lyle is standing in front of me and once again he doesn’t look happy. 

I raise an eyebrow, wiping my cheek with the towel while waiting for him to say something. 

“You know you’re meant to greet your superiors.” he said and I was already sick of his presence. I groaned, dropping my head because I felt too tired to deal with him and his shit now.

“Hm, that’s odd. I don’t remember that.” I say, purposefully angering him. 

“You do.” 

“Well, maybe it doesn’t apply to me since I might be your superior soon.” I say, smiling slyly at him. 

Lyle growled and tried stepping in but I blocked his way. “Forget it, this is my space.” I snap and he grits his teeth. 

“Too bad, mandatory room inspection.” he says and I know he’s making it up. This was pathetic and immature.

“Yeah right.” I snort and he straightens his posture, peering down at me. 

“Do I have to remind you that I outrank you by two positions?” he said and my ears tip back. This wasn’t fair but he was right. I had to listen so I sighed, moving out of his way and he walks into my room. 

I stand by the open door, following him with my eyes. 

“Close it.” he orders and I stare for a few good seconds before complying. Yep, that’s it. I’m going to die in here on this good day.

I turn to face him while he stands in all his tall glory, frowning at me. 

Lyle’s eyes scan my body and I take note of that, watching how they linger on my chest. 

“Up here.” I say and I can see how he curses himself for having me catch him.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” he asks and his voice sounds strained which makes me think I might get a punch if I answer wrongly. 

“No? I’m doing my job.”

“My job.” he quickly corrects me, spitting his words which makes me feel salty. 

“I’m not going to disobey direct orders from the Colonel.” I hiss. 

“He’s only given’ ‘em to you ‘cause of how you look.” Lyle snarls at me and I’m taken aback by his words.

Now my hands are resting on my hips as I glare up at him. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say, clearly voicing my irritation through tone and body language. He shifts his weight onto one leg, looking up and swiping his thumb over his nose while he scoffs in disbelief. 

“He’s checkin’ you out. Don’t think he gives you orders because he thinks you’re competent.” 

My mouth drops open and I am very much offended. “He doesn’t fucking ‘check me out’.” I reply, staring daggers into this menace of a man. 

“I saw him look after you when you left the room just now.” he says and I stay quiet. I don’t know how to respond and I’m confused what we’re even arguing about. 

“Oh, don’t be all surprised now. Look at what you’re fuckin’ wearin’.” Lyle says motioning to my minimally dressed body and that’s all it takes for me to lose it. 

Without hesitation, I slap Lyle across the face and it clearly startles him. 

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” I spit my words at him, pointing my finger while he holds his cheek. “I wear this to training and it’s never been a big deal!” I shout and my noise level seems to bother him. He glances at the door before returning his fierce eyes to me. 

“Be quiet.” he mumbles but I shake my head. 

“You don’t even wear a shirt!” 

“Y/N- stop.”

“You know, maybe the Colonel just wants someone mature and professional for once.” I snarl and Lyle stops his movements. 

“What did you just say?” he asks, taking a step forwards. I stand my ground, not looking away. 

“You heard me. The shit you’re doing right now is close to crossing the line.” I snarl and he raises an eyebrow. “I can report you for-” 

My words are cut off when Lyle walks straight up to me and his right-hand wraps around my throat. I go to push him off me but he catches my wrist with his other hand. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ pain in my ass, you know that?” Lyle growls and I frown up at him, trying to desperately pull his hand from my neck but it doesn’t budge. 

“You’re such an asshole, get out of my-”

This time I’m interrupted by something I would have never expected and the action startles me so much that my heart stops beating for a second and I don’t move. 

Lyle pulls me to him with the help of the grip he has around my throat and crashes his lips against mine. He holds me in place and kisses me roughly and after a second I kiss back. Why I do that I have no idea but he’s gotten me so frustrated with everything I can’t think logically around him. 

The kiss turns into a heated make-out session and the hand he had wrapped around my throat was now tightly gripping the base of my queue on the back of my head. He tugged at it, making me tilt my head upwards to him. 

My hands roam up his torso, rearranging the tank top before I close them into fists around the cloth by his neck. He doesn’t pull away and I’m starting to pant every time I can. One of my hands retreats from the deafening grip I had on his shirt to his bicep and I dig my fingernails into his skin. I still hated him and quite frankly didn’t care if I hurt him. He seemed to feel the same because he growled and squeezed my queue in response, making me whimper. 

While some messed up part of me was into the whole thing, that pissed me off and I harshly pushed him in the chest. It broke the kiss and he took a step back to balance himself. 

My chest was heaving, mirroring his own while I breathed heavily. Lyle was watching me intently, still clearly enraged. Both our ears were pinned back flat against our heads, reminding the other of the hatred we felt for each other despite the attraction I refuse to bring up.

“This is why you’re so provoked by me?” I tease him, rolling my shoulders back. His tail furiously flicks behind him. 

“You’re into me and now you wanna get your dick wet?” I joke, trying to demean him. 

He steps forward again, this time harshly gripping my jaw and forcing me to meet his stern glare. 

“I’m not into you.” He snarls. “You just happen to be wearin’ the sluttiest thing they got.” 

“Aww, are you having a hard time controlling yourself?” I coo, trying to baby him and make fun of him before I can’t take his angry face seriously anymore. I break into light laughter and Lyle growls again. I feel the vibrations from his chest. He pushed me back and my back hit the wall with a thud, making my eyes close from the sudden impact. 

He was going to do what he needed to do but you didn’t deserve to get it on the bed. That would be too intimate so you’re getting it against a wall. 

I look up at him with wide eyes and am quick to realise that I am very much not in control of the events that will soon unfold. 

Lyle reaches behind his back, tugging his tank top over his head and discarding it on the ground before coming over to me. I don’t dare move and within seconds one of his hands caught my wrist, holding it above me and firmly pressed against the wall. I let out a faint gasp, following his movements and trying to wriggle it free but I fail.

Before I can try another miserable escape attempt, his other hand wraps around the strap of my sports bra and he tears it apart with ease. My breath catches in my throat and when he does the same to the other strap, a part of it recoils and slingshots back against my skin, making me flinch and cry out but Lyle couldn’t care less. 

He tears apart the remaining cloth until it’s no longer wrapped around my torso and he lets it fall to the floor. 

“You jerk, I liked that one.” I hiss at him, trying to catch his attention but Lyle’s head is elsewhere as he just stares at my now bare chest. 

“Yeah?” He asks and I know he’s about the belittle my petty words. 

“The Colonel did too. He’s never seein’ you in it again.”

I scoff. “Next time, I’ll go to him like this then.” 

I answer, motioning to my bare chest because I knew that would get under his skin. 

“You don’t know when to stop do ya?” he asks before his hand roughly fastens around the back of my neck and he turns me around. My chest and face are pressed against the wall while his other arm tugs my hips towards him, making me arch my back. 

Within seconds my shorts have been pulled down my legs and before I could complain, his large palm delivered a harsh spank to my ass. I flinched away from his touch, pushing up further against the wall while I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. 

“You’re in for it now.” he scowled and I snarled, pressing myself away from the wall and flicking him in the face with my tail. I wanted to turn around but he still held me by the neck and another skin-reddening spank landed on my ass. He gave me about 5 more, making them sting harder each time and I stopped struggling to get him to stop. 

“You deserve more than that, you’re just lucky I’m impatient today.” he said, pulling me back from the wall and spinning me around. 

I was going to get him back for making my ass sting so harshly. 

His hands wrapped around my waist and he hoisted me into the air. Being lifted from my feet distracted me enough to not deliver another slap to his face. 

He moved closer, resting me on his hips while my legs dangled on either side of him. Lyle looked distracted enough by the new position he put us in so I used this opportunity to harm him again. The fight was on and I wasn’t giving up. 

My fingers clawed at his shoulders and then I tried to choke him with both hands but when I looked up at him, he looked completely unfazed by my aggressive antics. 

Lyle’s hands were on my hips, and he was busy looking at my bare body which was shielded with just my panties at this point. He flexed his core abs and forced my hips to roll forwards while he pressed his up against mine. 

I gasped when I felt him grind himself against me and my hands automatically loosened, falling from his neck and resting on his chest. A bolt of electric excitement shot through me and I bit my lip, hating the pleasure I felt. 

He did it again and I tightly held onto his shoulders, pressing my lips together to suppress any noises that might fuel this bad idea. 

Lyle looked up at my face and smirked when he saw my struggle to keep quiet. He decided to just keep repeating his actions until my rebellious acts will finally give out. 

I had to occasionally close my eyes but once I felt his hardening dick twitch beneath me and press right against my clothed core, my sealed lips fell open and I moaned. 

Lyle’s ears perked forwards and his sly smirk turned into a shit-eating grin. 

“Ya feel good?” he asked me in a teasing manner. 

“Shut up.” I answer breathily, not having a snarky remark I can fire back. I was lucky because Lyle wasn’t able to withstand me that long. The teasing ended quickly.

His fingers curled around the side of my underwear and to my displeasure but not a surprise, he tore the cloth apart and it joined the pile on the floor. I was naked now in his hands and he exhaled shakily while his starved eyes drank in all they saw. 

His eyes widened when he noticed my tattoo. It was located above my pussy, close enough to always be covered by any panties I wore. The hand that threw away my panties came up to my lower abdomen and he traced his fingers down it. 

“Fuck- I never knew you had this.” he mumbled, unable to tear his eyes off of the teasing pattern decorating my skin. 

Now it’s my turn to evilly smirk at him. “You like it?” I ask, feigning innocence. 

He scoffs, still staring down at it. “If I knew you had this, I wouldn’t have been able to wait this long.” 

I grin before reaching between us and unbuckling his belt. 

Lyle was brought out of his trance of fantasies and stared down at my hands. 

“Look who’s all needy now.” he cooed, teasing me again and I huffed. 

“Shut up, you did this to me.” 

“Fuck yeah I did.” he replied, interpreting it rather as a compliment than an insult. 

His hands replaced mine and he pushed his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles with his underwear. 

I shudder, letting out a shaky breath as my eyes are met with his throbbing cock. The tip was glistening, already smeared with droplets of pre-cum while I watched the veins on the underside pulse. He was so much bigger than I could have possibly imagined and it looked so inviting. 

I wanted to touch him but Lyle was feeling too restless. 

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk.” he said and I scoffed. 

“Yeah right, like you’d ever manage that.” 

I knew I could be underestimating him but we weren’t here to fucking make love. I was still mad at him for his behaviour. 

“Quit bein’ a bitch and I might be nice.” he snarled, readjusting me on him while his lust-blown eyes stared into mine. 

“Forget it, you started this.” I hiss and we’re back at the beginning again, arguing back and forth. 

The tension in his body rose and Lyle decided to change my mind with actions instead of words. He didn’t like his odds because he knew you had a big mouth and talking wasn’t his absolute strength. 

His hands held me up by the back of my thighs and he pulled his hips slightly back before moving forwards so that his tip was now pressing against my bare entrance. He had lifted me a little higher to achieve that and I bit my lip in anticipation. 

The pressure of his tip against me had my pussy throbbing and then his fingers came down and he started gliding one through my folds. 

I let my head fall back against the wall while I held onto his arms. He continued his actions, circling my clit and successfully not leaving a single area untouched. 

Lyle started slowly pushing into me while he gently applied pressure on my clit and I was slowly melting into his touch. The pleasure I felt made it easier for him to enter me and soon enough, Lyle was buried hilt-deep in me. 

He groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of my thighs to keep him steadied. “Shit… so tight.” 

“Lyle-” I gasp, relishing in the feeling of being filled by him. I glance down, noticing a faint bump in my belly which made my stomach twist with more excitement. 

Hearing his name did unspeakable things to the marine soldier and he drew his hips back before pushing in a little faster and steadier this time. 

I sighed, relaxing into him and once Lyle noticed I was taking him well he took things up a notch. His hips gliding back and forth turned into unwavering thrusts which sped up as we started to accept each other. Soon I was being shoved against the wall with each stroke and Lyle started rutting into me like this was the last time we would ever get this chance. 

I closed my legs around his waist to ensure I stay on him while we both started getting lost in the feeling of pleasure. My eyes were fluttering closed with occasional whimpers and moans being drawn from my lips. They spurred Lyle on and his head was dropped forward and next to mine. His grunts and pants filled my ears and I loved the noises he made. My stomach tightened each time he groaned in bliss and he felt it when my pussy hugged him tighter. 

We were both so frustrated and wound up from our arguments that we grew desperate for each other without knowing it. Finally, we were being relieved from all the tension and suspense and our senses were more responsive. Meaning, neither of us was going to last very long. 

“Holy shit-” I moan, gasping when the angle he uses to drill into me hits my sweet spot. “I’m so close.” 

Lyle growls into my ear, pressing his face into my neck and deeply inhaling my scent. It drove him feral and he couldn’t wait to cloak it with his musk. That way it would be made clear to the others, that you were his even without you knowing.

“Come on,” he whispered, encouraging me to cum. His words mixed with the next thrust absolutely crash me over the edge and my body trembles in euphoria. 

I moan, arching my back off the wall and holding on to him for dear life while my pussy clenches down on him. 

Lyle moans, knowing he will spill any second. 

My orgasm washes over me and my pussy is throbbing wildly as I regain my breath. 

He thrusts into me a few more times before quickly pulling out. In an instant, his hand closes into a fist around his shaft and he jerks himself until his cum sputters from his tip. 

“Fuckkk-” he curses, throwing his head back before quickly looking down at our bodies again. 

I watch with wide eyes as the thick ropes of white and almost luminescent cum paint my quivering pussy. He’s aiming for my tattoo and manages to almost fully cover it. 

Once he calms down I smile to myself, loving how a small and naughty tattoo like that can make him so weak. 

“Damn, this tat’ has you whipped.” I giggle, looking up at him. Lyle sighs, knowing I’m right. “ I’d say you like it more than me.”

“Fuck’s sake, all of you is so amazing.” he breathily answers, dropping his head into the crook of my neck again. He’s still floating in pleasure and his head isn’t fully back yet. 

I raise an eyebrow. “All of me?”

Lyle pulls away, smirking at me. “We need to work on your attitude a little but otherwise-” 

I pretend to be hurt and give him a light punch in the chest which makes him chuckle.

“My attitude is what got you laid, so play nice.” 

He laughs before gently placing me on the ground. Lyle picks up the ripped clothes which used to be one and cleaned me up. 

“I don’t know if you deserve ‘nice’. ” he replied and I rolled my eyes before walking over to my bed and picking up my large sleeping t-shirt. Lyle watched me not put it on and I smiled at him before leaving the room and going into the bathroom. 

“You not comin’ back outside?” he asked, meaning the base. 

“Nope. Our lovely Colonel dismissed me for the rest of the evening.” I call back to him. Lyle’s ears flick back for a brief moment. 

‘Of course, he fucking did that’ Lyle thought. He looked down at what used to be your bra and felt a sense of pride when he saw how torn it was. 

“Well, your bra’s done for so you ain’t gettin’ any more time off from him.” Lyle jokes. 

“Can’t hear you I’m showering!” I shout and Lyle stands still for a few moments, thinking. 

He glances at the door he came in through, contemplating whether he should get back to work. Then he looked towards you and saw you in the shower. 

Let’s just say that work can wait.

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Reunited ch 5

*had to sit in a room all morning and just twiddle my thumbs so got some writing down. So here we are chapter 5 again im a baby writer none of this is profed i just write and post. Everyone be kind. In my fic neytiri and jake actually took care of spider, like reader asked them to and the colored text is them speaking in Navi.

Y/n pov

My mind is slightly eased after speaking with Norm. While he didn’t promise anything he also didn’t flat out refuse us, even so miles has continued to fine tune his own escape plan for us just in case Jake refuses to help. Right now however the biggest hurdle in his plan is Spider. Making sure we can fully take care of him, which evolves a mask that couldn't be tracked and a reliable source of oxygen for him. I was worried about the boy as well but after looking into some of the tech the new rda developers have been messing with I found a new type of mask for spider. It was more portable and no longer required to be charged; it would create its own oxygen.While we all continue to follow any leads on finding Jake none of us are truly hunting him just doing the bare minimum to look as though we are all still loyal. It's not till a week later that something big happens. Ardmore has one of her goons call on us to meet Ardmore on the bridge.

Miles pov

I walk into the bride wainfleet and z-dog behind me. Y/n wanted to come but i wanted to keep her as far away from the general as i possibly could.

You called for us general”

“Ah yes colonel follow me, she leads us over to the hollow map now showing a large area of water instead of its usual mountain and tree landscapes.

We believe we’ve found a lead on sully's wearabouts

Really

Yes Mathewson pull up the data

Yes general

The map moves going back to the tree line just outside the rdas search circle. A red dot now displayed

We’ve been sweeping for old equipment from the war making sure everything was together and accounted for. In doing so we came across and active signal from an old fighter helios, it entered the edge of the tree line here and went west, until disappearing somewhere in this small grouping of islands

Thank you Mathewson. Colonel your team will leave at the end of the week, to start searching every one of these islands until Jake sully is found.

Of course General we'd be more than happy to.

Good answer: you'll be meeting up with a vessel we have out there already and they will assist you in your mission. Now go get me some results colonel

Yes ma’am”

Y/n pov

“So what did the wicked witch want?” I ask miles as he Lyle and z come back from their meeting with Ardmore

“There's been a signal from some old pre war equipment, its flown out towards the ocean region, ardmore wants us to follow up on it. She has reason to believe it sully or at least some of his followers.

“Well if it is Jake what are we going to do?

“I dont know darlin, try and contact norm again see whats taking them so damn long and if they dont answer well have to go with plan b.

“Ok ill go out today, and try again. “

“Good take Mansks and prager with you, but yall be quick about you hear i don't need this woman trying to find something to bitch at us about. Espesiclly when she holds your life in her hands ok love.”

“I will love take care of spider for me tonight.”

“I will darlin”

“Yeah no need to worry y/n hell be with his favorite uncle.

“Who says you're the favorite I hear Lopez call out as he approaches us.

“I say i'm the favorite and since i have seniority you can suck it lopez”

The two start going at it like toddlers me, miles and Z all just watching them.

“Don’t worry y/n me and Quartich will actually take care of shit.”

“Thanks z, ok boys let's go. “

We successfully made it to the clearing, ringing the com link non stop, when it was finally answered i could hear an odd sound in the background. It almost sounded like water or something, just reconfirming that whoever it is that answered was probably near the ocean

“Hello?”

“Jake?”

“Y/N?”

“Wow Jake, is it really you?

“Yeah dove it's me.”

“Ha dove I haven’t heard that call sign in years… oh jake i can’t even tell you how happy i am to hear your voice.”

“And I you y/n, now let me ask what's going on.”

“Have you spoken to Norm?”

“Yes I have, I was actually trying to get back to you but some stuff has happened with my family and I got side tracked.”

“Oh Jake, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything but I have to ask for my family and for yours.”

“What is it y/n”

“Jake shits is about to hit the fan here, Ardmore is determined to bring you in and make an example out of you. In her eyes, if she gets rid of you and your family then the RDA no longer has any issues with taking over Pandora like they plan.”

“And”

“And I'm guessing by the sounds of the ocean behind you that she's found where you’ve gone.”

“How”

“They got a signal from some old equipment that disappeared in a grouping of islands. They don't know which island so she wants to send us out to search, and if we don't do what they say they will get rid of us jake.”

I hear jake get further away from the com probably pacing, As i hear muffled cuss words

“Jake she wants to send us after you, but we're stuck if we don't do what they want they will get rid of us. We need to work together and come up with some way to delay Ardmore and get us out, so we can help you.

“Y/n its not going to be that easy.

“Well then tell me what we need to do to make it easy jake cause the rda isn't going to go away again without fully crippling what they’ve got going here. And no offenses but we’ve all been gone for 15 years the rda has stepped its game up. You’ll need our help”

Jake is silent again before letting out a long sigh. “I'll have to talk to some people, Dove. They’ll be the ones that will have to decide if we can do anything”

“Ok jake, we’ll continue to lay our part here but we're running out of time

“I understand here in the meantime is spider still with you. “

“Of course he is jake you should see him interact with everyone and”

“I can only imagine y/n but since he's still with you i'll send out a message to the clan to keep an eye out for him. Ok if they see a human kid with a bunch of Navi in army garb they’ll know who you all are. I'll tell them not to put up a fight that you aren't there to hurt them but you have to act until we are ready to strike. You just can’t hurt anyone

“We wont jake i'll personally make sure of it.

“Good till then keep in touch with me and ill try and come up with a plan to get yall off the radar. If your her only hunting party then getting rid of you will delay them till we can strike”

“Good point.” Mansks says next to me “if we somehow all died or got lost the rda wouldn’t be able to send someone after us right away without occurring more losses.”

“Yeah that would definitely upset the people over the general but it would also piss her off.” Prager chimes in

‘But y/n.”

“Yeah.”

“Be honest with me, I know you will.”

“Ok i promise.”

“Is he the same?”

“No Jake, none of us are the same. They’ve all changed and as the days move they grow more and more used to pandora and want to be a part of it. We’re different Jake, they could be different just like you where they’re on that cusp of not being human anymore but not fully being Navi. We just need help, so I ask you again as your friend. Please help me protect my family.”

“You always saw the best in me y/n, so I'll try and do the same with them. We'll have to meet somewhere neutral though, I'm not going to go through all this for quartich to betray me and hurt my family.”

“I completely understand Jake.”

“Ill be in touch dove, ill get and answer to you by tomrrow at the latest ok i have to talk to some people first so we can start making preparations. Keep this. Link open and let me or norm know if anything happens ok

“Ok jake i will

“Goodbye y/n and may eywa be with you.

“You as well jake. “

The call ends and i stare at the ground thoughts running through my head

I know in my heart that everyone’s changed and I know Jake would also help us, it's everyone else I worry about. While I don't want my family torn apart and used, I also don't want the people and the clans of Pandora to be hurt in the process either.

Jakes pov

“You did what now

“Im sorry tonowari but we have to help them”

“And why should we help these demons?”

“Ronal please”

“They’re are agitated and i can understand”

“Im sorry ok, i'm sorry that i brought this battle here when i told you i was done with war but its not going to go away. Look what's happening the rda hut tulkun, just as you’ve told me, they will not stop until they strip this planet of everything they want and then leave it in the dust to rot.

“If we help y/n and her team they can help us permanently alter the rda, possibly crippling them. We could cut this off at the source once again they have insisted that I don't have any longer.”

“What is it you expect from us jake sully”

“I expect nothing. I ask desperately for help to integrate and teach the sky people new ways, show them that our way of life is fully worth fighting for and then let them help us protect it.” Ronal and tonowari are silent. Exchanging looks with one another. Until Tonowari straightens up once more

“We will help you toruk makto, but know this will all fall on you and your family if it goes wrong.”

“I understand that and I will not endanger these people I refuse. We will set them up somewhere outside of the village until they are accepted and then we can go from there. Does that sound alright?

“Yes, on the grounds that I and my mate meet them as well since it is our clan they must conform to.”

“Of course.”

“Good then see to it Jake sully and keep us updated.”

“I will thank you tonowari, thank you.”

It takes until the end of the week to set up a meeting, being in constant interaction with jake we learn that we need to first meet with the clans leader tonowari since they are the ones that must teach, home and aid us

We take the ikran out and stop in our clearing to dump everything with a semblance of a tracker and leave it there. Spider rides with me today instead of miles. I like holding him close, it makes me breathe easier and Miles wants to make sure we're protected. We told the general we would take a quick trip to gather some more supplies for us since we found the food of pandora worked better for our growing Navi bodies than human food did. It takes a couple hours to get away from the base and towards the designated meeting spot it's an area just breaking into the ocean filled with overgrown roots of trees and moss. We land in a forested jungle esc area. A small stream and pond stints on a cliff face if you follow the stream and go further out into the trees you’ll come across the ocean. It’s truly beautiful though. Spider and I were so excited honestly to see the ocean and its beautiful turquoise blue water. I wish there was a beach to plan on and not just tree roots but hopefully spider will have the opportunity to have an actual beach day sometime in the future, all the ikrans are chirping with glee as we let them rest and drink some water. Everyone else though, were very rigged, ears pinned back and twitching at every sound. Hands twitching towards their weapons but making an effort not to grab them, tails swishing steadily back and forth. All on high alert, because even though we're here to make allies, training can not be easily forgotten.

“Ok darlin you ready” miles asks coming over to me and spider. I try and put a brave face on but my insides are twisted. Im affraid. If this doesn’t go well then well be essentially on the run from the rda and well be all by ourselves. I mean i have faith in my team but we can’t do it all alone and… i brought out of my thoughts by miles pulling me into his chest whispering to breath in my ear.

A few deep breaths and i shake my head he loosens his hold and looks at me

“Are you ready my love”

“It’s just sully i can handle him “

“Miles you I both know it's bigger than that. “ Hes silent

“Miles just promise be to try ok, we all need to reconcile and move forward before none of us can”

“Your right darlin your right”

“COLONEL”. Lyle yells out getting all of our attention. He's looking at the sky. Seeing a group of other ikran flying towards us. Everyone gets in formation, grouping into a somewhat defensive stance but still trying to look open since they all know what's at stake here.

Six people land and depart. Three of them are darker blue like us but there are two others. They look different from the Navi I'm used to, they're a lighter more turquoise blue, they have bigger arms and tails. They also wear shells and netting rather than the braided garments of the forest people.

As they get closer the dark blue male leads, his dreaded hair hangs behind him as he walks with purpose towards us.

Jake?” I ask the male as he comes to a stop a quarter of the way from us.

“Jake, neytiri i hear spider shout out as he goes bounding over to the group.

“Spider!” i hear miles call out to the teen who stops before completely running over to them

“It’s ok,” Jake calls out. Gesturing a hello to Spider. The atmosphere is definetly tense on all sides so i decide to try and break it

“It’s good to see you again jake and you neytiri

Jake smiles and neytiri finally comes out from behind him, no longer able to contain her happiness at seeing the person she used to know in a body gifted by eywa. I meet her half way between the two groups as she holds me at arm's length, looking me up and down. Before gently smiling.

“I see you my friend”

“I see you neytiri” She smiles and hugs me, I feel miles and the other scoot up slightly, miles in spider coming up behind me as Jake and Norm follow behind neytiri

“Tiri, can I cut in” Jake asks coming to stand beside her before also, quickly, hugging me and looking me over as well

“Wow dove, it's actually you, I honestly say I never thought I’d see you again, any of you” Jake says stepping back towards me as he eyes the man behind me

“Quartich”

“Sully, mrs. Sully”.

Tiri softly hisses at miles anger evident on her face, but she says nothing, she's not the only one though, i can tell miles is nervous even though he's trying real hard not to show it.

“Care to get this thing started sully we can’t be here all day.

“Right grab Wainfleet and come meet your new allies.” Miles Lyle and i walk with jake and neytiri over to the unknown Navi

“Ill translate for you jake tells us quickly

“We know how to talk sully miles replies snippaly to jake with wainfleet smirking next to him

“Miles please just relax, go ahead jake.

All right, then Tonowari, Ronal. This is y/n l/n, miles Quaritch and Lyle Wainfleet. They are the heads of their clan with Quartich being their olo’eyktan

“Guys this is the metkayina clans olo’eyktan tonowari and his mate and tsahik of his clan Ronal. They’ve been helping my family and i and have agreed to help you all as well”

Tonowari and Ronal i see you: doing the gesture much to their surprise “And i thank you for helping in our time of need”

Tonowari and Ronal look at each other having a silent conversation before returning my greeting, Miles does a simple nod/bow to show respect which Tonowari reciprocates.

“Jake sully has told us of your life’s, and i refuse to bring trouble to my clan without just cause. In fact we were prepared to refuse jake sully until eywa sent us a sign.”

“She sent me a vision”, Ronal starts “she told me to help you, and i will not refuse Eywas word not matter how much i disagree with so you sky demons will be helped”

“Um thank you”. I say nudging miles beside me to say something

“Yes thank you chief we just ask for somewhere to lay low. Miles spits out

“We just got our family back and we would like to protect it sir. Lyle adds to miles speech

Understandable, as ive said once we get you away from the sky people we will start teaching you the ways of water till you become a part of the clan.

Thank you thank you we will work hard i promise we are all very capable and will earn our place i swear.

“Very well, jake sully?”

“Oh yeah ok well first things first before all of that we have to figure out how to get you away from the rda

I've actually had an idea about that, Lyle states quickly.

Y/n pov

For the next hour we dish out a plan, our team would follow our orders and start searching the islands and the villages, once we get to the preordained village, the ocean clans would unite and apprehend the sky people that have been scouring the ocean nearby. They would capture all of us and fake kill/capture us in their attempts to rescue the toruk makto adopted human son. Hopefully there would be no casualties but the human soldiers that Ardmore sends to monitor us will probably put up a fight. Hopefully we can talk them into staying on the boat. Either way it was surprising how well all the boys got along. Working well to hash out this plan to where everyone was taken care off. It brought a smile to my face till i saw neytiri side eyeing miles, she was till stiff as a board so i decided to try and talk to her.

“Hey tiri can i speak with you for a moment?”.. she agrees and walks over with me to sit on some tree roots near by

“How are you Tiri?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean your stiff as a board and i know your not exactly thrilled with Miles”

“That de… Quartich has done much to me and my family, and i hold much anger toward him, but eywa has spoken and i am trying to listen to her.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be angry with him, neytiri. You know i don't think I ever got to apologize to you.

“For what?”

“For everything for not doing more to stop the attack on hometree, even though I didn’t know they were doing that. Or for stopping miles and the other from joining the war for everything the humans have done to you I apologize.”

Tiri hugs me, both us having tears in our eyes

“I do not blame you y/n for i must also apologize, for taking your mate away from you”

“No tiri neither of us blame you in fact we don't even really remember it. What matters now is that we're here together in these bodies and are able to do better this time”

“Yes.”

“I must also thank you and Jake for what you’ve done with Spider. You out of everyone had every right to never even acknowledge Spider but he tells me he's close with all your kids and that you helped him so much growing up.

“Yes i must admit at first i was apprehensive but as he learned more about pandora the more i saw you in him, i knew you would want him to live a life not in a lab”

“You are correct. I wanted him to be able to experience the things around him so again from mother to mother I thank you neytiri.”

“Of course y/n of course”

Miles pov

“Ok that should be good for now, it’s getting late and your team will need to start heading back to Quartich. Jake says quickly motioning to how dark the sky has started to get the sun beginning to set in the sky

“Agreed, ok y’all pack it up. I yell to my team all swiftly moving into action

“Sully i would like a word, privately” i say looking over at spellman as he quickly lifted his head from talking to Tonowari as soon as he heard me speak

“Fine, I have some stuff to say to you as well”

Jakes pov

Quartich and i walk over away from everyone else

“Ok sully get this out of the way yeah”. Quartich says bracing himself like i'm going to slug him in the face. Part of me wants to but the more mature part has realized I had wronged this man as much as he had me.

“Im sorry colonel”

“What!”

“Yeah, I'm sorry……. I've had a lot to think about colonel, and ive realized, you guys took me in when i got to pandora, despite my disability you all treated me like a normal soldier. Made me part of your team despite me being assigned to grace, didn’t let me feel like I was just some experiment, and what did i do, I betrayed you all. I immediately made you the enemy when in reality it was the rda that where the enemy we were all just caught in their net, just like now. Which is why I apologize for that but you have to see now why I did what I did don't you?

“I do sully i do, he turns to look at spider and y/n quickly.

“I forgot when i was human that i made a promise to myself that they would come before everything else. I wanted a good home for my family and thought the only way to get it was to follow orders.

“I understand that, which is why i propose a new start”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I say we let the past stay in the past. No longer opposite sides of the board but comrades in arms once again. That we help one another to realize our dreams for our families. What do you say?” I ask holding my hand out to shake and sign the pact.Quartich looks at my hand for a moment for grasping my arm and shaking it a nod in my direction

“Agreed sully, let's take these bastards out, but first lets get us away from them deal

“Yes sir.”’ I say a slight grin in my tone.

“Dad, we're ready!” I hear spider yell out, quickly turning Quaritch's head. We both look over to the boy with a goofy smile pressed on his face.

Hey thanks for taking care of my boy, jake

“Of course, colonel, I promised y/n I would..

“Yeah now let's get the job done.”

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Hate-Fucking with Mansk

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

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

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

Word Count: 9760

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N’s POV: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Third Person POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N’s POV:

We had landed on Pandora now. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zdinarsk and I exchange glances. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut the fuck up.” he snarls, making my ears perk forward at his aggressive reaction. 

I snort. “What do you want me to say? ‘Make me’?” 

He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders back. “Sure.” 

“In your dreams, jerk.” I snap at him, taking the opposite corner. 

This was a great opportunity in my eyes. He agreed to it and I would finally be able to punch the shit out of him. ‘Legally’. 

He was staring me down, waiting for any sudden movement I would make which would trigger him to pounce. 

“You gonna count down?” he asks eagerly, fighting himself to stay still. 

“When you grow a pair.” I spit my words and that’s all he can take. 

Mansk lunges forwards, running to me with quick steps. I dodge his first punch by moving to the side and then grab his left arm, twisting it. He groans and then one of his hands is gripping my wrist. I let go of him and his now free hand wraps around the back of my neck. He swiftly turns me around so that I’m no longer facing him and within the next second, my knee is kicked in and I fall down a level. He holds me up by my neck while both my knees hit the ground but before he can think of what to do next, my legs lock around his ankles and I manage to trip him. He falls back while I turn and straddle him, trying to keep him held down. 

“Asshole, you’re breaking all the rules.” I hiss at him, leaning down to his face to emphasize my words and he angrily pushes me off of him. I land on my back and when he’s about to jump on me I roll to the side. 

“There’s no fuckin’ rules when I’m fightin’ a bitch.” Mansk gnarled, pushing his upper body off the floor and not taking his eyes off his prey. I sit back on my knees and as he attempts to tackle me down I deliver a punch to the side of his face which brings him out of balance. 

“I’m sorry, which one of us was fucking-” I gasp for air “cowering behind the other in the forest today?” I say, recalling him standing behind me when we were almost attacked by the large animal. 

He stays still for a few seconds, holding his jaw and breathing heavily. I didn’t manage to hit him properly because he slightly moved out of the way, meaning it couldn’t hurt too much. However, it was still a punch and it felt good. 

He growled again, turning to me and as he lunged forward, his hand caught my ankle. Immediately he pulled me to him. My free leg kicked his shoulder back but his posture was stable and he pinned them to the ground. His hand then grasped my queue, forcing me to turn around while I leaned on my forearms, refusing to lay down flat on the ground. I was facing the ground while struggling to hold myself up. Mansk was towering above me, one hand still firmly holding my queue while the other pulled my left arm out from beneath me, pinning it down against the ground. 

“You mean the one time you wore almost nothin’?” he snarled, moving up my body and pressing his knee down on my leg to eliminate the possibility of me getting up. I sensed sarcasm when he brought up the ‘one time’, which was rare for Mansk to use.

His words confused me and I stopped struggling for a second to think about them. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I say, clearly distressed and resuming my fight of attempting to push him off. 

“Fuckin’ look at you. You wear nothin’ but this excuse of a bra and these tight shorts.” Mansk growled. Tight shorts? Someone’s been paying attention.

I did always wear the same type of clothes. Similar to Walker actually except that her pants were longer than mine. I didn’t think much of it because Na’vi wear loincloths and chest pieces that barely cover anything. So why should we?

Our bodies were different now, adapted to the climate of Pandora, not the air-conditioned base we stayed in. We were used to the warmth. 

I push myself up and off the ground with my right arm. 

“It’s weather appropriate.” I snap back, glancing over my shoulder as I pin my ears flat against my head. 

Mansk tightens his grip on my queue, tugging me up before almost slamming me down into the ground so that I was now pressed flat against it. 

“Well it’s not workplace appropriate.” he opposes, pushing his words through clenched teeth. 

I whine in pain while Mansk lets go of my wrist, placing his hand down on my shoulder. He was leaning on his arms which ensured that I would stay on the ground. 

“Oh I’m sorry does it bother you?” I murmur, trying to at least roll over. 

“Fuckin’ right it does.” he says and his hand is digging into the skin of my shoulder. I whimper in pain, arching my back to try and have him loosen his grip but he doesn’t. 

Luckily, my leg finds his tail, roughly slamming it down and trapping it between my foot and the ground. 

Mansk hisses through his clenched jaw, the pain making him retreated his abusing hands. I push myself forwards, lifting the leg that caused him the pain and kicking him in the side so that he would not be restraining my right leg anymore. I succeed, finally free from his grip again. 

“Why don’t you go and cry about it to Lyle.” I say, regaining my breath while resting on my hands and knees. Lyle was our team leader and often dealt with our complaints in the past. 

He looks up at me and I can tell he is raging. I’ve never seen Mansk this worked up before. No one has. 

His tail aggressively flicks behind him as he shakes his hand. “Lyle happens to like it.” he answers, spitting the words like venom. I raise an eyebrow in amusement. 

His words surprise me and I grin. “Maybe I should go to his room then.” I say, not thinking much of it. In my mind, I thought insults would get Mansk angrier but somehow the last sentence I spoke did. 

“...and tell him about what you’re do-” 

I don’t get to finish my sentence because Mansk is back on me. I try to back up but he’s too fast. I’m leaning back on my forearms once again, facing him. My leg attempts to kick him in the face and push him away but he dodges it and it slides over his shoulder. His left hand tightens around my calf, holding it in place on his shoulder. 

My eyes widen when I realise my mistake. I was stuck now.

He noticed my wide eyes and even through his anger, this little victory made him grin at me devilishly. 

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he growled, flashing me his sharp fangs as his grin widened. I glared at him and then Mansk leaned further forward, making my leg bend rather uncomfortably. His free arms reached forward and he held down my other leg by digging his fingertips into the flesh of my thigh and holding it down. 

I hiss through clenched teeth at the pain from his tight grip. 

“Thought you were goin’ to put up a bigger fight than this.” he mocked me and I pushed the leg he was holding on his shoulder against him but to Mansk it just felt like a nudge. 

“Shut up, I was working out for over 2 hours you dick-” I start complaining, not giving up my struggle. He hushes me, placing his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I freeze, staring at him wide-eyed. What the fuck was he doing?

“See? I like you better when you’re not runnin’ your mouth like-” he starts to say, thinking I calmed down. I didn’t need to hear the stupid things he had to say and without hesitation I bit into his hand, letting my fangs scrape his skin and causing a scratch. 

Immediately his hand retreats and he holds it against his side, examining the scratch with perked ears. Then Mansk looks back at me and he’s angry again. 

“Try that again and you’ll lose a finger.” I snarl and his ears tip back. Somehow, I loved our new ears. They made it so easy to read one another. 

“You won, congratu-fucking-lations, let me go.” 

“Nah, don’t think so.” he growled and that devilish smirk was back on his face. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

I snort. “Me? The reason I’m a bitch to you is because you decided to be an ass since day one. And that for no reason at all.” 

“No reason?” he scoffs, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh to contain himself. 

“Yeah. I didn’t do shit and you’re acting like such a moron that-” 

“You fuckin’ distract me Y/N. Can’t do anythin’ when you’re around.” he snarls, making it sound like he’s spitting venom again. “I fuckin’ hate you, your big mouth and you’re poor excuse of fuckin’ clothes.”

My mouth drops open and I try to suppress laughter, but I won’t be able to hold it for long. 

Mansk despised so many things about you but not necessarily you. He hated how attracted he was to you and he blamed you for it. For, in his eyes, showing off your body. He was angered by his internal battle of trying to understand why he even felt attracted to an Avatar of a Na’vi. Mansk resents that he can’t get you out of his head and that once he sees you he can’t take his eyes off you. 

He was ready to fully devote himself to this mission and get it done once and for all but you are such a big distraction to him. You’re Mansk’s weakness and he used to swear to himself never to have one which makes his hatred for you worse. 

I’m biting my lip and looking at Mansk whose chest is heaving. I can see how he’s restraining himself from probably killing me but right now it just seems funny to me. 

“Goddamn, you could have bought me a drink first.” I laugh at him, releasing my lip which has my teeth marks imprinted in it. 

Soldiers like Mansk amused me and almost seemed stupid to a certain extent. Such a big intimidating man in the military losing a battle to his feelings because he never shares anything with anyone and of course one day it’s all got to come out. And when it does, it’s nasty like this. 

People like Quaritch would completely neglect mental health, focusing just on physical appearance and a strong survival mentality. Mansk was similar. The idea of talking to someone about his feelings made him think he was growing weak and that was the thing he dreaded the most. 

“If you’re so desperate for me you could have told me and-” 

Mansk can’t stand that. His right-hand releases my thigh and quickly wraps itself around my throat making me stop talking. 

“You keep talkin’ like that and I won’t be able to hold back.” he warns me. I examine the veins bulging out on his forearm, pumping blood through his body. His neck was strained and I could see his artery. He was really tensed up. 

“What makes you think I’d listen to you, jackass?” I snap back, refusing to let him intimidate me. 

Mansk can’t help himself anymore. You’re right there, laying beneath him.

He leans down, holding my head in place as I watch in confusion. His lips crash down against mine and after I realise what’s happening, my body seems to respond to him and I kiss him back. It’s not a nice kiss in any way. It’s harsh and our teeth clash at one point. I push his chest away from me, breaking the heated kiss and gasp for air. He seemed even more restless now.

Maybe deep down I was attracted to this menace of a man. 

“I’ll make ya listen.” he replies, once again flashing his fangs through a smug look. 

“I’d rather die.” I say, pulling my left leg which he let go back to my body. As I retreated it from beneath him and to me, my calf caressed his groin and Mansk tensed up. It took me a while to figure out what just happened and an extra few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was hard to the point that his erection strained his pants. 

My mouth drops open and I gulp before my gaze shoots up to him. He’s already looking at me and his ears have drooped but he didn’t let his harsh grip falter. This is definitely not what I expected. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I wheeze but he presses my throat tighter. 

The pressure he’s causing makes me uncomfortable and I slap him across the face, almost making his shades fly. Shock engulfs him for a good few seconds and I’m crawling away. 

I turn away from him, steadying myself on all fours as I prepare to stand but he’s quicker. In an instant, his hands are back on me and I’m unable to move forwards anymore. Mansk's palms close around my waist as he tugs me back to him. 

My ass comes in contact with his lower abdomen as he pulls me towards him and I gasp when I feel him press against me. 

“If you don’t move away in the next three seconds I will kill-” 

Before I can finish my sentence a stinging slap is delivered to the spot under my ass and above my thigh. 

I whimper, clenching my fists together. 

“You’re gonna keep you’re dirty lil’ mouth closed and take what I give you. Understood?” he said and I heard him unbuckle his belt. My pupils blew wider as his strong musk flooded my senses. 

“I’ll rip your tongue out you-” 

Another slap which hurt more than the previous one made me shut up. I clenched my eyes closed, suddenly feeling weak. My body seemed to be responding to his presence against my will, making me almost surrender. 

My arms and legs trembled and my tail was no longer hastily flicking around. It stilled and I pulled it under me and between my legs. 

His palm was once again holding my queue, grasping it so tightly it made me feel lightheaded. 

“Mansk, you asshole-” I murmur while one of my arms gives out beneath me. “You’re so dead.” 

My threats fly by him, not bothering the soldier at all. His long-denied emotions have collapsed in on him and that internal war of frustration triggered his new primal senses to come to light. Mine were becoming visible too and it seemed that there was no way to stop this.

My eyes seem to be burdened by a blurriness until Mansk’s touch brings me out of my haze. His free hand is feeling along the waistline of my sports shorts and with a few harsh tugs, he pulls them down my waist and legs along with my panties. My tail is pulled out of the cloth and I bare my fangs, hissing at him as the gym air comes in contact with my refused heat. 

Mansk groans, letting go of my queue and grabbing at the flesh of my hips and ass. I raise my tail, making it flick him in the face because I wasn’t giving up just yet. He growls, holding it down against me as he examines my heat-struck body. 

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, exhaling shakily as he holds my thigh and makes me spread my legs wider. 

He hated you without a doubt, but fuck you looked so good to him. Everything about your body made him harder and suddenly you seemed so inviting to him, he couldn’t resist. 

My ears were pinned back as I was fighting my desire for him and I tried thinking of a way to fight him but my mind was blank at this point. 

I felt him let go of my hip and his right hand was placed on my shoulder, holding me steady. 

Without any warning whatsoever, Mansk brought his hand up to my shamefully dripping pussy, gliding two of his fingers between my folds. I whimper, hiding my face in my other shoulder while grimacing. I didn’t understand my body. 

He rubbed me and naturally, my legs spread wider and my hips followed his movements. 

Mansk wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. Your quarrelling feud was still very much ongoing, this was just an exceptional hiccup in the entire fight. One that couldn’t be prevented by either of you. 

Suddenly, Mansk pushed both his fingers into me and I jolted forwards at the unexpected intrusion. He kept me still by pulling me back with the hand on my right shoulder and now he leaned over my bent body, starting to finger me. Neither of us were thinking anymore. 

I whimpered, stretching my arms out in front of me so that I wouldn’t fall forwards. He wasn’t being gentle either. My body was rocking forwards every time his fingers bottomed out and his pace was rough. 

I hiss, baring my fangs again when I start feeling a form of pleasure. 

Mansk can’t resist you anymore. He has to take you whether you’re ready or not. If you continue to fight him, he’ll just be rougher. 

He pressed himself against my bare skin again, before pulling back and lining himself up with my entrance. I couldn’t even follow what he was doing, my mind was so clouded with lust. 

With one hard thrust, Mansk forced himself as deep into me as possible. I cried out in surprise and my body tensed at the foreign feeling. 

He groans, finally feeling pleasure wash over him. The long-needed feeling of euphoria was at last flooding his own senses and he needed his release more than anything. My walls were hugging him tightly because my Avatar had never done this before but it made him almost speechless.

“You look like a bitch in heat.” he snarled and I tipped my ears back. 

“You-”  

He pulled back, drawing his rock-hard dick out before snapping his hips forward once again and starting to fuck me at a brutal pace, making me unable to answer. 

I cried out again, not sure if it was in pain or pleasure this time. He wrapped my queue around his hand, making my head tilt back and my back arch against him. 

Mansk was losing himself inside you and he bent over you, pressing his chest against your back to ease his longing to be close to you. 

His arm was resting next to me as he held me in place, not letting his thrusts falter. 

His skin was slapping against mine, no doubt leaving mine reddened and flushed. He dug his fingers into my shoulder to contain and ground himself in reality and I snarled at him, baring through the pain. 

Something about the fact that you hated him but still let him do this really turned Mansk on. He wouldn’t be able to explain it but he definitely preferred this with you over soft sex. You didn’t deserve to be treated nicely, not when you dressed like that and talked to him in that way. 

I wanted to throw an insult at him but I couldn’t talk and neither could he. Grunts and pants filled the room as we still fought each other in a way. I leaned away from him, making the angle more difficult and in return, he held me so tightly his fingernails were close to cutting my skin. 

He would harshly tug me back and closer to him every time I somehow got loose until at one point, he leaned all his weight on me, no longer holding himself up with an arm. Both his arms wrapped around and beneath my body. One of them came up to my throat from between my arms while the other locked my body in place by tightly hugging my waist. 

Mansk’s head was buried in the crook of my neck as his panting fanned against my cheek. His eyes were closed while I was a whimpering mess, occasionally biting back the pathetic noises to hiss or snarl at him which I knew pissed him off more. Every time I did, he would fuck into me from behind even more relentlessly than before. 

I could tell he was close because his thrusts were no longer as sharp. He became more sloppy, mindlessly chasing his high as he pounded into my abused pussy. 

Mansk groaned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed. 

“Fuck- take it you dirty slut.” he growled. 

The hand around my throat tightened, making sure to keep me in place as he thrust into me the last few times. His body tensed and he forced himself as deep into me as possible. Mansk’s teeth bit down on the skin of my left shoulder and his fangs slightly tore the skin while his body shook. I felt him release and shoot his hot cum deep inside me as he held me closer and tighter than ever before, to ensure he’d stuff me full with as much of his load as possible. 

I moaned when I felt him fill me. It was something I had never felt before but fuck was it good. 

After about a minute, his tight grip loosened and he let his arms fall to the side. I finally inhaled properly while he steadied his own heavy breathing. 

Everything was so intense, neither of us could move for the next few minutes. He just stayed pressed on top of me, luckily supporting his weight this time while I let my head fall forwards. 

Even though I didn’t cum I was tired. Too tired to push him off or even walk to the showers. 

After a few minutes, Mansk had calmed down and slowly he lifted himself off of me. I felt him surprisingly gently pull out and I whimpered at the movement inside me. Everything felt bruised. 

My arms were trembling beneath me and I let myself fall to the side, finally relaxing. However, the heat between my legs remained. Even after all that cruel handling, my body felt needy. 

Mansk stayed kneeling behind me, looking down at me in pity. He felt a little guilty for what he had done. 

“Y’ alright?” he asked, placing his hand on my thigh as I lay on my side. My relaxed ears flatten back and he notices it all.

“No, you moron.” I snap back at him. Isn’t it obvious that I’m not at my best?

And just like that, all guilt and pity left Mansk’s body. You were clearly well enough to continue bickering. He also noticed how your tail restlessly thudded against the ground. Your scent was still strong, maybe even stronger than before which reminded Mansk that you didn’t cum.

“Aw, you want more don’t you?” he teased me, rolling me over on my back and moving my hands away from my face. He saw how flushed I was and that answered his question. 

“It wasn’t even good, loser.” I snarl, knowing it will get under his skin. But oddly it just made him chuckle. 

“Who were you moanin’ for then?” he asked with a smug grin on his face. An idea popped into my head and now I grinned at him. 

“Lyle could do it better.” I say and Mansk stills. I look at him trying to figure out whether he was thinking or whether he was genuinely hurt but that was difficult because he still had his damned shades on. 

“Mansk-” I say but within an instant, he’s on top of me. 

“I’ll make ya cum so hard you won’t be able to think about no one but me.” he hissed, and when I tried opening my mouth to respond he cut me off again and pressed our lips together. 

I huffed in annoyance, refusing to kiss him to see how much angrier he can get. 

Mansk wrapped his hand around my throat again, squeezing from the sides to cut off my air and blood flow for a few seconds. I gave in, kissing him back with as much lust and passion as I could. 

Without breaking the make out, Mansk trailed his hand down my body and spread my legs apart. I didn’t fight it this time. It seemed like a challenge to him. 

I lift my head and look between our bodies, my eyes going wide as I realise that Mansk is still hard. He pushes my head down by my neck, leaning over and sucking hickeys into the skin. I bite down on my lip, suppressing my noises which sound like muffled whimpers to him. 

He would make sure that even doing that won’t keep you quiet when he’s inside you again. 

Mansk pressed himself against my bare heat which was dripping with his cum. He ground his hips against me and I let my head drop back in pleasure and sighed. 

I felt his lips form into a grin against the skin of my collarbone. I still had my bra on because he was in too much of a hurry to take it off before. Mansk was completely naked on the other hand.

His teeth tugged at the strap of my sports bra before he leaned back and pulled it over my head. Without hesitation, he leaned back down, roughly groping my breasts and leaving a dark hickey above one. 

The grinding stopped when he pressed the tip of his leaking dick against my entrance again. Slowly he applied pressure, straightening himself and picking up my right leg to wrap it around his waist. I let him move me around because for whatever reason, I was convinced he wouldn’t make me cum. Not when I was already so sore. 

“Where’d your feral side go?” he teased, smirking down at me. I dramatically exhale to show my irritation. 

“I’m not fucking feral.” I hiss and he scoffs. 

“We’ll see.”

“I’m sorry do you want me to punch you?” I ask, looking up at him. 

“You won’t be able to in a sec.” he says and with that, he pushes himself back inside me. He enters me easier this time because we’re both coated in slick from the last round. 

My pupils grow wider at the feeling and I strain my ears back, not wanting him to see the hint of pleasure I just felt. 

Mansk still isn’t gentle because he has no reason to ‘make love’ to you. However, it’s not as brutal as before. 

He starts to thrust into me more precisely this time and my body tenses when it starts feeling good. Fuck. 

His tail found mine, making them wrap around each other while he focused on finding my weak spots. Mansk’s left hand held my thigh up on his waist as he pushed deeper each time until he started bottoming out on each thrust. 

My breathing grows heavy and I feel a small pressure build in me but it’s enough for me to resist. 

Mansk is eyeing me, watching my expressions and he notices how I’m fighting myself. He has a solution for that. 

While thrusting into me again, he lets go of my thigh which stays on him and his thumb circles my clit. 

I inhale sharply, pressing my lips together making him smirk. He slowly sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, letting his thumb brush over my clit every once in a while making me try to close my legs around him. 

I throw my head back and clench my eyes closed, realising that I’ll lose this silly bet and that if he doesn’t stop I will cum. 

Suddenly, he presses his thumb right against my clit and at the same time, his dick brushes up against my G-spot. He feels my walls clench around him briefly and I hiss, letting my mouth drop open. 

“There you are.” he growled, meaning my ‘feral side’. It seems that Mansk liked the animalistic noises we emitted. 

“Fuck-” I whimper, arching my back off the ground. He takes the hint, feeling a sense of pride in his chest as he continues doing exactly what he is. With each thrust, he applies a little more pressure on my clit and rubs under it and I’m gone. I’ll definitely lose. 

My hands grip his shoulder, needing to clutch something for support. Deep inside I’m angry at him and at myself for letting this happen and for having it feel so good. So to put up my rebellious message, I dig my fingernails into his back, clawing at the skin in a desperate attempt to contain my pleasure. 

Mansk growls, leaning forwards and once again resting his head in the crook of my neck. He licked over the area he bit into last time and then nibbled on the skin around it, tracing his fangs along it in a threatening manner. 

Tears sting the corners of my eyes, slowly threatening to spill. Mansk looks up at me and grins at the sight. 

“Such a needy little thing.” He coos and I know he’s making fun of me. 

“You started it-” I sniffle and almost sob in pleasure. “...you idiot.” I can’t think of any good insults or comebacks. 

I hiss when he bites down a little more than he should on my neck and I take it as a warning. 

“C’mon, stop fightin’ it and cum f’ere me.” he mumbles, placing a kiss on my neck. He doesn’t stop his actions and I know it’ll all be over in a few seconds. 

“No-” I whimper, and at this point, I’m begging myself not to come more than I’m telling him. I hate how good he’s making me feel. But it doesn’t matter because, with the next thrust, I’m seeing stars. 

“Mansk-” I almost scream, clenching my legs around his waist and throwing my head back. My fingers are still, digging into his back one final time as my own body shakes and my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

He rides out my orgasm, extending it for as long as possible. 

I’m mindlessly mumbling his name over and over again. 

Finally, I come down and my body goes limp beneath him. My chest is heaving and when I look up at him, Mansk has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Instantly I frown which makes him chuckle. 

“You still mad?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. 

“Until you grow the balls to apologise, yeah.” I reply, wiping my hand over my forehead. My language and attitude being present after all that amazes him. 

He smiles with a sigh before speaking. “I’m sorry.” he says but I shake my head. 

My hand lifts up to his face and I push his shades up onto his head so that I can see him properly. “I don’t think you mean it.” 

He drops his head in defeat before facing me again. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot to you.” he says and I smile, satisfied. 

“Are you into me?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. “Because if yes, than this is not the way you should approach things.” I laugh and he smiles to himself, feeling unsure. 

“Yeah..” he mumbles, wondering whether he should apologise again. He wasn’t good at these conversations. 

I sigh, knowing I’ll have to deal with this emotional wreck from now on. To ease his thoughts I pull him down by his dog tag and this time I initiate the kiss. Mansk melts into it, holding my cheek and when we pull away he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

“You have to help me up, I don’t think I can make it to my room.” I say and he grins, nodding and getting up. Mansk gently pulls me to my feet and accompanies me in the shower. It was nice, finally seeing this side of him. 

He let me touch him and purred when I washed his back of some dried blood. 

Since everyone was asleep we managed to sneak into his room and we fell asleep together. Who knows how much longer we’ll be around to experience this.

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No More Than a Memory: Chapter 09

Chapter Summary: Things take an unexpected turn between you and Miles when he opens up to you and presents you with footage of the past.

Word Count: 6k (it's a long one so buckle up!)

Tags: NSFW, Miles Quaritch, Recom Miles Quaritch, Miles Quaritch x F!Reader, Recom Miles Quaritch x F!Reader, Female Reader, AFAB Reader, Angst, Emotional, Emotional Pain, Missionary Sex, Oral Sex (F! Receiving), P in V Sex, Reconnection, Smut, Biting, Marking, Unprotected Sex

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Chapter 09 (Recom!Miles Quaritch x F!Reader)

Previous Chapter

Now—Your POV

You are exhausted. As much physically as you are mentally. You don’t know what day it is or how long it’s been since you were brought back to Bridgehead. Whatever concept of time you once had was slowly slipping away. It’s been weeks. You think. Not that it matters. After Ardmore ordered your return to the scientists to be submitted to further experimentation, you gave up trying to track the days that passed. You decided some time ago that none of it matters. The only thing that does is that you resist Ardmore’s attempts at forcing you to betray Jake and his family. 

And you do resist. As much as you can, at least. But you can feel your resolve slipping through your fingers after a while. The only repose you get is when one of the Recoms drags you back to Miles’ room where he’s somehow convinced Ardmore to let you stay rather than in a prison cell like the one they kept Spider in.

Spider.

Poor Spider. 

When you found out that they had captured him along with you that day at the shack, something inside of you snapped. You had never experienced such anger, such fear. You were absolutely terrified for him when you realised that he had been put through the same methods of torture as you had. Every ounce of restraint left your body as you pulled out of Lyle’s grasp while he and Miles led you to the lab one day. 

In the brief moment when he removed your restraints to hook you up to the machine, you reached for Lyle’s knife, pushed past him and lunged at Ardmore. You pinned her to the ground, blade pressed to her jugular, eyes wild with murderous intent. But before you could draw blood, Miles wrapped his arms around your own, pinning them to your sides, and dragged you out of the room before Ardmore could give the order to have you shot. 

It’s been days since then. After your outburst in the lab, you have been returned to Miles’ custody for the time being. But you hadn’t seen Miles much. His visits became infrequent, even during your time spent with the scientists. The only person who had come by to talk to you was Lyle. He brought you food and water and conversation that was often one-sided since you didn’t have much to say. Not for lack of trying. Your thoughts were just preoccupied with Miles’ whereabouts. 

At first, you were annoyed by your concern about him. You wanted to be angry with him for everything that had happened before, and even now. But there’s a part of you that still loves him. Seeing him alive even in Recom form reignited that old flame inside of you that burned for him. Despite everything he’d done, it flickered deep inside of you. 

And you hate it. 

After a week or so, you ask Lyle where Miles is.

“Couldn’t tell you,” he says.

You don’t believe him. There’s something in his eyes that tells you he’s lying. Or, if not lying, omitting the full truth. There’s something keeping Miles from coming back to you, something important enough that he’s forgone his earlier attempts at interrogation. At least, that’s what you think. 

You don’t ask after Miles again.

Over the next couple of days, after Lyle’s daily visits, you sit in Miles’ old room and work through your options. Realistically, there are only three but as you go over them in your mind you realise that they all have the same outcome.

Option one involves your cooperation with Ardmore and telling her everything she wants to know about Jake and his family. This option would lead to their deaths as well as your own if Ardmore decides she has no further use for you or if the Na’vi discover your betrayal. This isn’t a real option since you would rather die than give up Jake.

Option two involves continuing your refusal to give up Jake and his family to Ardmore. This would lead to your eventual death when she, once again, decides that she has no further use for you. This is a less-than-ideal option since you would prefer not to die anytime soon but it’s better than option one. 

Option three, your final option, involves finding a way to get your hands on a weapon and escaping on your own. This would be risky and time-consuming. There’s no telling how much longer you were going to be held captive and by the time you might manage to get your hands on a weapon, Ardmore may decide to kill you. Besides, even if you did manage to find a weapon, you would have to go up against an entire military base worth of people just to get past the fence.

And so, all options lead to the same result: death.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice. Yellow eyes flit towards the sound and find him standing just inside the doorway. He offers you a half smile while taking a few slow steps towards you. For the first time since arriving at Bridgehead, you’re happy to see him. Not that you show it. You remain as stoic as ever. You even go so far as to hiss at him as he kneels down in front of you. 

“You don’t scare me,” he says.

“I should,” you counter. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He tilts his head a little. “I saw just how capable you were in the forest, and I remember how capable you were as a human.” 

You scoff, keeping your gaze locked on his. 

“And yet, you still underestimate me.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m just not afraid of you.”

His demeanour shifts as he says this. Eyes soften, turning sympathetic and even…vulnerable. It scares you. Even as humans, Miles very rarely allowed himself to be vulnerable around you. There were moments, yes, but they were few and far between. None of them ever led where you wanted them to either. Now to see his expression shift here and now in his new form? You’re unsettled. 

“What do you want, Miles?” you ask.

Taking a deep breath, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his tablet.

“I want to show you something,” he says, activating the device. 

He taps the screen a few times before turning the tablet to face you. As he does, you feel your heart drop. On the screen is your face and from the speaker is your voice as you talk into the camera. You recognise your human self but that’s not what drives a knife through your heart.

“I never imagined that I would fall for a man like him. But time has shown me that he’s more than just a soldier…”

“No, no, no, no…” you mutter, shaking your head as though doing so would rid you of this nightmare. 

This can’t be happening. Miles was never meant to find those videos. He was never meant to watch while you poured your heart out into the digital void. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare in horror at the screen. You try to take deep breaths but the tears start to fall and there’s no turning back.

“I hate to say the words but I think I’m falling in love with him. And, to be honest, that scares me because I don’t want to fuck things up and lose whatever it is that we have…”

When the video ends, you find yourself unable to look him in the eye. As he places the device on the floor beside him, you squeeze your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself of the tears that drip down your cheeks. 

“Where did you find this?” your voice trembles.

“In your old room,” he says. 

“Why…why were you in my room?”

“I was looking for something to help me understand.”

Swallowing hard, you lift your eyes to his.

“Understand what?”

“You,” he says. “You and everything you had gone through. I thought I might find a journal or something similar to your old notebooks but I found these video logs instead.”

“Why do you even care what I’ve been through? You sure as hell didn’t when you were human,” you accuse. 

You try to sound angry and bitter but instead, you just sound exhausted. Your heart aches far too heavily for you to feel anything other than pain. 

“Because I want to do better, do be better than I was when it comes to you. All I have are these memories, memories of a man who hurt you, memories that aren’t quite my own, and yet I carry the weight of them every damn day. But until I found these videos, I didn’t realise just how badly he hurt you. How badly I hurt you. 

You don’t deserve what I did to you and if I could take it all back, I would. When I saw you in the forest that day, as you held me down with a spear to my chest I thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d been given a chance to make things right between us. That is…if you let me.

Before I found out you were alive, I was filled with so much…guilt. Guilt and regret and anger over your death. But at the same time, I’ve been filled with such longing for you that I don’t even know how to explain it.”

But you don’t need him to. You know exactly what he means because you’ve experienced the same thing for the last fifteen years. Anger, hurt, betrayal, but also love and longing for him before you even knew he was alive as a Recom. You realised a long time ago that emotions and feelings are complicated but you always thought Miles would continue living without coming to that realisation himself. 

“I know this doesn’t make sense, and I know that none of this makes up for what I’ve done before or even now, but…I don’t want to do this without you anymore.” 

When he finishes speaking, he looks at you with wide eyes that are so tender and hopeful that his gaze alone threatens to bring your world crashing down.

And what he says next does just that. He shifts forward a little until his knees touch yours. He’s so close you can smell him, so close that you can feel him without him even touching you. You breathe in his scent, a scent that is different from the one you remember yet somehow still ignites a familiar yearning. 

“I never told you before because I was too weak,” he says softly. 

No.  

You know where this is going and you’re not sure you can take it.

“I didn’t want to admit that I felt something beyond lust for you-“

“Miles…don’t-“

“I love you,” Miles murmurs.

No. Not this. Not now.

His hands go to your cheeks. His touch is warm and comforting after so many years apart with nothing but memories between you. His palms press against your skin to cup your face and pull you closer. As you shift your position to rest on your knees the way he does, it takes every ounce of self-control not to lunge into his arms as he draws you close. 

Then, when your faces are close enough, he nuzzles his nose against yours. He brushes his lips over your own too with a featherlight touch that sets your heart on fire.

You let out a soft whimper, eyes squeezing shut. 

“Don’t…”

You want to.

“Sweetheart-“

But you can’t.

“Don’t do this, Miles, please…” you beg. “You’re not him…” 

He can’t be.

“Maybe not but I can be better than him if you let me. Come back to me, sweetheart, please.”

You want to so bad . There’s nothing you want more in this world than to go back to him. To return to his arms and let him kiss you until your lips are bruised. To lay in his warm embrace and listen to his heart. To ground yourself in him and find peace again.

“I love you. You know I do.”  

I love you, too .

“If you loved me you wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t do this to them .”

“I know…but I can’t give up on the mission.”

There it is again. The mission. 

“Is that all that matters to you?”

Miles looks away and sighs. “That's all I know.”

Releasing a long, soft breath, you lean in until your forehead touches his. 

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be,” you murmur.

“What?”

Leaning back into your heels, you look into his eyes.

“What if we just…leave this place? I can teach you the ways of the Omatikaya, we can leave this life behind and go back to the forest. We can live, really live our lives together the way we never got to.”

Please, Miles. Just come away with me.

“I can’t.”

Of course, he can’t. What did you expect?

“Then you have to let me go.”

“I can’t do that either,” he says. “I lost you once, I won’t lose you again.”

Miles sighs as he brushes his thumbs under your eyes and over the curve of your cheekbones to wipe away your tears. You lean into his touch without thinking. You allow yourself to press your forehead to his once more and release a shuddering breath. 

“So, what do we do?” you wonder aloud.

“I don’t know.”

There is one thing you want to do but you’re too scared of what it would mean if you asked it of him. Something as small as a kiss could lead the two of you down a path neither of you could come back from. But oh how you wanted to follow him down that path. You’ve wanted it since the day you saw him in the forest and held your spear to his chest. You’ve wanted it long before then too. In the dark of Pandora’s starry nights, you dreamed about it, fantasised about it with the knowledge that you could never have it. 

But now he’s here. Less than a foot away from you, eyes pouring into your own, and he’s…god, he’s beautiful. 

You lose yourself in his eyes for a long time. Lost in the beauty of their innocence as they look back at you. You used to lose yourself in his eyes when they were still blue oceans of ambition and experience. And now you lose yourself in the yellow stars of curiosity that they have become. No matter their colour, you come to the realisation that they are still his eyes. There are remnants of the man you loved locked within their depths. The man you loved but also the man who hurt you when you gave him your heart and he betrayed it in the name of his mission.  

No matter how much you hate that man, you can’t help but love him. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks eventually. 

With a soft exhale, you shake your head. 

“You…and us…” you pause. “Miles, I-”

But before you can get another word out, Miles’ lips are on you. He takes you by surprise. Not simply because of the act itself but because he kisses you with a question. Slow and soft, his mouth is hot against yours as he pries open your lips and tests the waters with his tongue. He searches for your answer in the way he pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath before you dive in after him. And in that moment, as you lean in, shifting yourself to be closer to him, you know there’s no going back. You’re not even sure that you want to. 

All you can think about is how good it feels to be near him again. Even if he is different, a reincarnation of the man you knew, there is something about him you are drawn to the way you were drawn to him before. And all he can think about as you kiss him is how you taste even better than he expected—better than he remembers. Better than any of his memories allowed him to imagine. His hands still cling to your face, pulling you in as close as he can until he is overwhelmed by you. Your scent, your sighs, your skin. 

You can’t take it anymore. You can’t stand being so close to him and not being able to so much as touch him. As much as you would give anything to be free so you can escape Bridgehead, you want nothing more than to touch him again. 

“Miles-” you moan. 

“I want-” you pause, panting. “-I want to touch you. Please, Miles, let me touch you." 

Warmth spreads through him like fire. A fire that’s ever hot, ever burning, ever scorching him. It threatens to burn him down to ash with the way you yearn for him. Begging for him to let you touch him. It’s like nothing he’s ever experienced. At least, not in this lifetime. And by god does he want to feel your hands on him. He’s never wanted anything so much in his life.

“Are you going to behave?” he asks, nuzzling your nose with his yet again.

“Yes, yes, I will,” you agree with a slow exhale.

"You promise?"

"Yes.”

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

Miles chuckles as he brushes his lips over yours. “Well, all right, then.”

His hands move from you to reach into his pocket from which he procures a key that unlocks the cuffs from your wrists. As your bonds loosen and Miles tosses the cuffs aside, you consider grabbing his knife and making a run for it. But you shake the idea from your head. You are so close to finding your back to him that it’s not worth the risk. So, rather than reach for his knife you reach for him. Your hands go for his face as his own reach around your waist. He pulls you up onto his lap, arms holding you close as you straddle him. It’s then that a part of you that has been dormant since your human death reignites. Hope. Hope, love, lust, desire, and desperation. All at once it crashes down upon you. All at once you feel alive again. Warm tears fill your eyes as you look into Miles’. They flicker across his face, taking in his new features as though you are seeing them for the first time. 

In a way, you are. 

You had looked at him many times over the last several weeks but it isn’t until that moment, as he holds you in his arms, that you truly See him. 

With a soft smile, you trace the details of his face. Trailing over the lines of his stripes, lingering over the few white freckles that are visible in the low light of his bedroom. Your touch is soft as the tips of your fingers dance over his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Miles smiles against your fingers as they linger there for a moment and kisses them. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you muse as he presses a kiss to each of your fingers.

Miles hums softly.

“Are you sure you want this? That you want me?” he asks.

“I’m sure,” you say. 

A soft exhale of relief leaves you as he captures your lips with his once more. This time, as he kisses you, there’s no more hesitation. No more questions. There is only surety. Confidence. But there is eagerness too. A kind of desperation hidden behind the way his lips meld with your own. A soft moan escapes you as he slips his tongue past your teeth and feels the heat of your mouth with his. His hands roam your body, trailing his fingers along the length of your spine, feeling the curves of your hips, of your waist, before coming to rest at the base of your throat. He fingers the length of the chain that holds your dog tags before sliding his hand upwards to wrap around your neck. His touch is light, barely there. He doesn’t do more than rest his palm against your skin, the tips of his fingers lingering over your pulse. Growing impatient, your own hands slide down his shoulders to his waist where you tug at the hem of his shirt. 

“Easy,” he moans, “We have lots of time.”

“What about Ardmore and the others?” 

“She can wait,” he sighs against your lips, “They can all fucking wait.”

The two of you waste no time removing each other’s clothing. The articles are quickly undone and discarded to the side in between moans and desperate kisses. Miles’ hands never leave your body. They cling to you as he all but tears at the cloth, pulling at the strings that wrap in intricate knots around your body. When you’re both naked, he pulls you back into his lap so you can straddle him. You feel his half-hard length press against your inner thigh as you shift your position. With a shuddering sigh, you lick your lips and look down between your naked bodies. His cock, thick and throbbing, twitches as you brush your fingers along the length. 

Miles hisses at the contact. You pull away, startled. 

“No,” he sighs. “Don’t you dare.”

He’s quick to grab your hand, bringing it between his legs to wrap around him. With slow, gentle guidance, he moves your hand along his length, groaning a little. The warmth of your hand and the softness of your skin feels better than he could have imagined. It didn’t matter how many times he touched himself to the thought of you, picturing you in every position possible, nothing could compare to reality. Miles lets out a soft hiss followed by a low moan with each stroke. You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat as you rub your thumb across the tip of him. Arousal begins to pool between your legs caused by the rolling heat in your belly that has been building since the moment he kissed you. Your hips grind down against him, desperate for some relief from the growing ache. 

“I can’t take it anymore,” he mutters. “I need to taste you.”

He brings a hand to your chin, cupping your jaw to pull you in for another kiss. Behind you, your tail swishes and swats at Miles’ knees while his own wraps loosely around your calf as he slowly moves you onto your back. Soft yellow eyes take in every inch of you, savouring the sight of your naked figure as you spread your legs for him. He grabs hold of your thighs with hands far less calloused than the ones you remember and pulls you across the short distance to be closer to him. Leaning back into his heels, he lowers himself enough to hook his arms under your legs, hands on your hips to keep you steady. 

With a deep shuddering breath, you shiver at his touch, eyes fluttering closed. 

“No,” he demands. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to watch as I devour you.”

Your eyes open with a soft whine that makes him laugh. Lifting his eyes to yours, your breath hitches at the sight of him between your thighs—eyes utterly ravenous.

He kisses you first. Presses his lips to your inner thighs, and runs the tip of his tongue across your soft skin as he moves from one thigh to the other. His breath ghosts over your aching centre. Your arousal is evident in the wetness glistening between your legs. It didn’t take much, you realise—every kiss, every touch, and every word drove you insane to the point where all he had to do was pause over your clit and blow on it to make you give into him. The way his breath ghosts over you is like nothing you ever experienced. Even when you were human and Miles would go down on you…it was nothing like this.  

“Miles,” you whimper. “Please…please.”

You buck your hips upward in an attempt to get him to keep going but he only clicks his tongue and holds you down. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your pubic bone. “Patience.”

But patience is hard. Patience disappeared the moment he kissed you. You’re eager. Desperate. All you want is him. All of him or, at least, any part of him that he is willing to give you. Still, you try to calm your breathing, relaxing into his touch.

“Good girl.”

His words draw a low moan from your lips that only encourages the aching between his own legs as he lines his face up with your pussy. His fingers dig into your hips as he leans forward and flicks out his tongue. The warm, wet tip of it parts your folds just enough to delve inside of you before he finally rolls it over your clit. He doesn’t linger. Miles works his tongue between your folds, sucking on them to draw some of your wet arousal into his mouth before circling your clit. Every so often, the tip of his tongue makes direct contact, sending sharp bursts of warm pleasure through you. Warm pleasure that alights your body  in ways you had never fully experienced. At least, not in this body.

After he’s finished teasing you, licking you, diving into you, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Every ounce of self-control leaves you as you whimper out a moan. Hands hold onto the sheets in a death grip while you grind against his mouth. Miles chuckles, the sound muffled as he tends to your swollen, aching clit. He works away at getting you off, smiles against you, indulging in the way you moan for him. Then a hand moves from your hips between his legs where he strokes himself. His touch allows some relief from the burning ache of his hardened cock. Each stroke is slow and firm, just enough to get close to the edge before he backs off.

“Oh, fuck, Miles!” You cry out. “I think…I think I’m close.”

You fight against the urge to close your eyes as you near your first orgasm. Miles wants you to watch him, you know that he does, but as he gives your clit a hard suck and laps at your folds, devouring you as promised, pleasure crashes down on you hard. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you cum, wet release flooding between your legs into his mouth. Moans echo off the walls of the room.

But he doesn’t stop. 

Firm hands hold you down as he laps at your release, tasting the sweetness of you as though he simply can’t get enough. And he can’t. The way you taste on his tongue, the way your juices coat the inside of his mouth with each lick, you taste even better than he could have imagined. The tip of his tongue teases you over and over, flicking across your sensitive, swollen clit. He drags your wetness across the whole of your aching pussy, drawing another moan from you as your fingers dig into the back of his head. 

The muscles in your stomach tighten. 

“Miles…” you manage to say. “You don’t need to…ah, fuck!”

Words fail as he dips his tongue inside of you, curling upwards to find your sweet spot. Then two fingers quickly replace his tongue, delving into you. Meanwhile, his tongue moves back to suck on your clit once more. As his fingers work inside of you, the squelching sounds of your earlier release can be heard in the vast space of the room. The sound of that alone is enough to send you over the edge. You writhe beneath him as overstimulation hits you. Pain mixes with pleasure that overwhelms you to the point of no return. A second orgasm hits you quickly and with more intensity than the first. All the muscles in your body tighten as you cry out his name again, thighs tensing around Miles’ head as you cum.

Just when you think he’s finished with you, he lifts his head and crawls back up your body. He settles between your legs, pressing his hips into yours. The tip of his cock teases your soaked folds as he wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. Panting, you look up at him with, what you’re sure is an utterly fucked out, glazed-over expression. An expression he only ever saw in his memories. Seeing it on you now? It’s nothing compared to the way he pictured you when he touched himself. 

“I didn’t think you’d remember how to do that,” you pant. 

“I guess it comes naturally.”

“So did I.”

The two of you snicker at this. 

When the laughter shortly subsides, Miles kisses the tip of your nose. He makes his way across your face, leaving soft, tender kisses along your eyes, your cheeks, and your jaw. He lingers at your pulse point, sucking on the skin just below your ear. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him down until he’s close enough for you to press your lips to his neck, nipping lightly. Without thinking, both yours and Miles’ kisses turn into an animalistic urge to lick, bite, suck and scrape your teeth over each other’s skin. 

“Miles,” you mutter into his shoulder where you leave a soft bite for him, “I need you inside me…please.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He’s waited far too long, spent far too many nights touching himself, imagining what it would be like to be inside of you again. There’s no chance in hell he’s going to wait any longer now. Taking his cock in his hand, he circles your clit with the tip a few times just to make you squirm before pushing inside of you. A moan leaves your lips at the way he fills you up. The way he stretches you out and slides inside of you with ease. A low hiss leaves both of your lips as he pulls out only to quickly thrust back inside you. You have to place your hands on his forearms to steady yourself.

Eyes lock with your own and you find yourself lost in them again. They look at you with such blissful pleasure as he begins to move with a slow, almost lazy pace that has you whining under him. Beneath the weight of his star-covered body, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him deeper inside of you. 

“Careful, sweetheart…” he sighs. 

You whimper. 

“You just feel so good, Miles.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Yes…fuck yes.”

Smiling, Miles leans in and brushes his lips over yours. He runs his tongue across your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug. 

“You take me so well…you always have…”

Words fail you once again as he praises how well you take his admittedly large length deeper and deeper with each quick-paced thrust of his hips. All thought seems to leave as he makes love to you—your mind and body full of nothing but him. The feeling of him inside of you alone, as he sets a faster, more aggressive pace, has your back arching beneath him. Loud, low moans leave both your lips as Miles fucks you harder, faster, until all you can think about is the pleasure coursing through your body.

Having cum twice already, all sensation between your legs feels overly sensitive, verging on overstimulation. You’re not sure if you can handle another orgasm, but the way Miles looks at you, the way he feels inside of you…it’s enough to send you over the edge, or close to it. It doesn’t matter how many times Miles has made love to you in the past, how many times he’s gone down on you, kissed you, touched you, made you feel good in every way that matters—you still find pure ecstasy in the way it feels to be with him. 

Especially this time. 

Especially now. 

Now when you have found your way back to each other. Now when you finally feel something other than grief and rage and hatred. Now when he fucks into you, stretching you out with each roll of his hips, you feel at peace. Or as close to it as you can when you tighten around his cock and cum for the third time that night. It’s softer than the first two but it’s no less intense. 

“Fuck…” he groans.

Miles squeezes his eyes shut when you cry out, hit with a wave of his own pleasure caused by the sounds you make for him. There is nothing else like it, he realises. The way you moan for him, whining, begging for him to keep fucking you. 

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it,” you tell him. 

“Yeah…yeah, I’m close, sweetheart.”

“Then cum for me, Miles, please. I want you to…I need you to.”

Who is he to deny you when you beg him so prettily? 

Placing a hand on his lower back, and one on his ass, you guide him as he thrusts into you harder again. Your nails dig into his flesh as he slams into you, causing you to moan so loud that it makes you both laugh. It’s not long until Miles is overcome with all of the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body at once. Closing his eyes, he gives one final deep thrust and comes undone inside of you.

As Miles opens his eyes, breathless, panting, he looks down. He gazes into your eyes and loses himself in them. You are all he can focus on now as he comes down from his release. Looking you over, he catches sight of the hickeys and bite marks left all across your neck and collarbone and he finds himself utterly entranced. 

You are his now. 

His and only his. 

Not his human counterpart’s. 

His. 

The marks on your body are indicative of that. No one can ever question it now. Not even you. 

With a long, satisfied sigh, Miles leans in and presses his forehead to yours. The two of you share a quiet moment where you simply exist together for the first time…ever, really. You listen to each other’s soft, panting breaths as they return to normal; feel the heat of your bodies still entangled with one another; taste each other on your tongues and study each other’s gaze. 

Miles’ hands come to rest on either side of you as he lowers himself to his elbows so he can nuzzle you. You smile at him when he does this, bringing your hands to face and then to his ears. You trace the short length of them, noting their almost cropped look, and tilt your head. With a gentle touch, you take one of them between your thumb and forefinger and rub the soft skin. Instinctively, he releases a soft, purr-like moan. A shiver involuntarily courses through him as his eyes flutter closed. You can’t help but chuckle at the way he turns to jelly under your touch. But the sound of your laughter brings him back to himself enough for his eyes to snap open. He looks at you curiously, confused by your laughter before he realises what he did.  

Grabbing your wrists, he moves your hands from his ears and brings them to his chest. 

“You feel that?” he asks. “It’s all for you. If you’ll accept it…if you’ll accept me as I am.”

“I will.” 

“You sure? Because, I don’t know who I am beyond what I was created for, what I was brought back for. But I do know that I would rather figure it out with you by my side.”

“I’m sure,” you assure him. “But…you have to understand something. I won't help you destroy him, Miles. Jake has done more for me over the years than anyone has. His family is my family. And I love you but I'd rather be your hostage than your ally."

With a slow nod, he swallows hard and releases a sharp exhale.

“I understand,” he says. “Just so long as you’re around, that’s all I care about because you’re the one piece of my past that makes any sense to me.”

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Imagine Lyle’s human SO’s first time riding him (not first time together just the first time she’s on top) and she’s trying really hard to rush getting him in her but with the size difference it’s difficult, normally he’s on top and gives plenty of foreplay and warm ups and fingering etc, sees how hard she’s trying and says “easy girl, easy”, kisses “you’re going to hurt yourself”, kisses “slow down baby, I’m not going anywhere”, kisses, in a deep husky whisper holding her face

yesssss! Giggling and kickin my feet at this! Was going to keep for recom week but too excited to share this one.

RecomLyle x FemHumanReader

He was just so big. Literally everything about him was so big compared to you. Your neck craned to talk as you jogged to keep up with his long strides. Your arm held up so high just holding a couple fingers of his huge hand. His big mouth kissing at your chest as you struggled to even straddle him without your thighs burning.

You were certain he could fit your whole breast his mouth. The only reason he'd likely not was because of the slap it'd earn him. Still you were trying really hard today to be sexy. It'd worked so well, Lyle was always eager with you but today he was ravenous.

You'd worn your favourite set and a loose blouse to show it off that day. You loved the way his ears twitched and followed the sound of your heals. He was still turned at attention but they followed your movements behind him. You pretended to be working, filing things away.

Then he was dismissed and over to you like a shot. He leaned in against the wall, slumping down to bring his face closer to talk. You didn't miss the way his eyes kept darting to your chest, he had a pretty good view down your top.

Still you knew your audience and the next move would do it. You hummed a response before picking up a folder and turning around. You bent at the waist, pulling the low drawer open and flitting about in there. The effect was instant, hands already gripping your waist, moving to knead the pump flesh. Your too short skirt riding up flashing the lacy underwear and garter belt holding your stockings up.

"We gotta go. Now." Lyle breathed out.

He'd let you have the control you craved. Letting you push him back onto the bed (no way that shove actually made him fall.) Then you'd crawled up onto him, loving the way his pupils dilated at your sultry movements.

Now here you sat, hovering above him, trying so hard to just will him in. You breathed unsteadily, it wasn't the first time, far from it but it was your first on top. He'd made it seem so easy, despite the girth he slipped in so pleasantly.

You pressed yourself down, hissing out at the stretch. You pushed further, barley over the head but the sting was becoming too much. You whimpered at the pain, it wasn't like you weren't wet. God just thinking about it all day should've had you ready by now.

"Easy girl, easy" Lyle whispered, his hands shifting up your thighs to your hip. He sat up and stilled you, gripping the soft skin. He pulled himself out with a pop. You whined trying to press yourself back down again.

"I can take it baby, please?" You mewled. Lyle smiled, pulling you against his chest. Your hands rested on his firm shoulders, shuddering under his roaming palms. He kneaded your breast, lips pressing against your own.

You moaned against his mouth as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. His fangs gently nipping your lip. He pulled away, hooded eyes admiring you. You pushed your hips back, feeling his length against the curve of your ass. His breath stuttered, hands running back down to grip your hips.

You moved to shift back up again, to try slide down his cock but his hands remained firm.

“You’re going to hurt yourself” He cooed, leaning forward to nip love bites against your collar. You wriggled in his grip, trying to grind back against his twitching length. Surely he was just a desperate as you were, wouldn't he get bored.

As if feeling your worries Lyle stilled a second. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, smiling lazily at you. He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly, before shifting up your cheek pecking his way to your ear.

“Slow down baby, I’m not going anywhere” He let out a husky whisper in your ear. The vibrations of his chest shivering through you. He pulled back to meet your eyes, you nodded at him, resigning to taking things slow.

"I got an idea!" Lyle smirked before his hands scooped you up under the armpits. You squealed dangling in the air as he shifted his body lower.

Looking down Lyle smirked up at you, before dropping you on his face.

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Loyalty - Epilogue

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, EVENTUAL NSFT, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: epilogue, SMUT, fluff, gore, blood.

Notes: Sorry that this took forever. My car’s transmission stopped working and have had to put a lot of things on hold due to this. Shoutout to everyone for sticking with it despite some delays! Na’vi spoken is in [italics and brackets]; inner thoughts are in italics.

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Sand treaded softly through your toes, heating the soles of your feet as the sun baked the seaside.

Miles’ sweaty hand held yours firmly as you walked beside him. You would disappear to lick your wounds and retreat from any lingering scouts the RDA would send looking for you or any remaining Recoms still alive. Your body ached hobbling along, but your heart ached worse with each step you took away from your family. You wanted to turn back, but when Miles had kissed you and held you in his arms in front of Jake after saving you, you knew you couldn’t stay. You were a traitor – clear as day mated with the enemy by the way he touched you. Now all you could do was get away from the sunken SeaDragon, long dragged under by the water, to hopefully figure something out.

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“Cursed By Blue”

Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle x Recom Quaritch x Recom Mansk

Masterlist

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/n the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run. 

WARNING: SMUT, non-con, forced smut (to a certain extent), predator/prey, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, quickie, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4139

We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed. 

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning. 

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either. 

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others. 

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps. 

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind. 

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle. 

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. 

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?” 

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running. 

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again. 

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm. 

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking. 

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around. 

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together. 

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours. 

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming. 

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs. 

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Mansk behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Mansk is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual long-sleeved jacket over his tank top. 

The man glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over. 

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half. 

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him. 

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Mansk doesn’t seem convinced. 

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Mansk noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved. 

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested. 

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod. 

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of Mansk’s.” I scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead again. 

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead. 

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me. 

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something. 

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Mansk stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour. 

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried. 

Mansk’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands. 

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up. 

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Mansk and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded. 

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name. 

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration. 

I nod, jogging over and leaving Mansk behind. He’s still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore. 

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi Body data. 

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh. 

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either. 

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker. 

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face. 

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour. 

“Everything burns.” I say. 

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too. 

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse. 

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks. 

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.” 

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing. 

“We need to distance ourselves from them.” Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.” 

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently. 

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more. 

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate. 

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Mansk had also stopped in his tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Brown, Lopez and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt. 

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too. 

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction. 

“What is it?” Lopez asks. 

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat. It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recom’s are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions. 

Quaritch’s tail does the same, his own ears pinning back and then his gaze meets mine. He intensely stares me down and I feel like my entire body stops functioning for a second. 

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright. 

The soldiers follow the Colonel’s eyes and notice us standing a bit further away. 

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too. 

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous. 

“Can we leave?” I whisper and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away. 

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling. 

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away. 

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run. 

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us. 

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far. 

Z caught up to me because she was not affected by the heat as much as me. 

Within the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, luckily hitting the soft grass. I fall with a shriek and when I look up I see Z-Dog made it a little further but she’s down now too. 

I felt bodyweight on my back and a hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I couldn’t move. Z-Dog could and the man that pushed her was getting a beating right now. 

I cry out, feeling uncomfortable in this position. My chest was pressed into the ground and I was struggling to breathe. 

“Don’t fight it, Buttercup.” the voice above me grumbled and I instantly knew it was Lyle who had his knee pressing down into my back. 

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recom’s picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature. 

The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will. 

I couldn’t say anything, I felt completely overwhelmed and somehow, submitting to him felt like the right thing to do. My right mind would never let this happen but I couldn’t think of anything else but finding some relief in this agonising feeling. My body longed for this. 

I notice from the corner of my eye that Lyle is quite literally throwing his equipment to the side, ridding himself of any unnecessary accessories. 

Suddenly, boots appear in front of my face but I don’t have the strength to look up. 

“Hurry it up Corporal or else I’ll do it myself.” the voice growls and my eyes widen when I notice it’s Quaritch. 

With swift movements, my bag is removed from my body and my belt is ripped off. I gasp and suddenly, Lyle pushes my shorts down, hastily pulling them down my legs and chucking them to the side. 

His own skin feels like it’s burning so he starts to remove his shirt. However, the Colonel is impatient so he pushes Lyle out of the way and takes matters into his own hands. 

Lyle huffs in annoyance, wanting to rid himself of his own feeling of being painfully hard. 

“Let me help you out, sweetheart.” Quaritch growls, tearing my panties off. They just need access to my hole, there’s no time to take my bra off. 

I whine out when he scratches my skin while tearing the fabric off but it goes unheard. It doesn’t matter. Now Quaritch can see how needy I’m feeling and there is no questioning anything anymore. 

“Fuckin’ hell, you could’ve just told me, princess.” he teased, quickly undoing his belt. I push myself off the ground, getting on all fours but my chest is almost immediately pushed back down against the forest floor so that my back is arching and my ass and pussy are on full display to the Colonel. 

“Please-” I whimper, needing to feel some type of relief. Quaritch’s ears perk forward and an evil grin spreads across his face before he pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh. 

His throbbing cock springs out and he presses the tip against my heat. I can feel his pulse through it and he can feel mine. Before I can comprehend anything else, he harshly thrusts his hips forward, filling me up all the way.

I cry out, stretching my arms out in front of me and gripping a strand of grass.

Miles hisses, pinning his ears back before setting a rough pace. I push myself further against him so that he fully bottoms me out with every thrust, his abdomen hitting my ass. He curses under his breath. 

“Fuck, just like that, baby.” he snarled, holding my hips in place. One of his hands roughly groped my ass, delivering a spank to it which made me jolt forward. 

It’s a lot to take. Even though we’re both Na’vi, he seems to still be hitting my cervix with his tip whenever he thrusts in. 

I spread my legs a little further to give him better access and he speeds up his pace a little. He grips my tail, tugging me back to meet his thrusts and I’m clawing at the ground to try and contain myself. 

“Miles-” I moan and it makes him growl. 

“Just a little- more.” he grunts, feeling his high approach. 

This wasn’t about lovemaking or pleasuring the other person. We were so needy we just needed to fuck the feeling away and that’s exactly what Quaritch was doing. Relentlessly pounding into me from behind to finally relieve and save himself from the lust spell your sweet scent cast upon him.

He was so close, Miles leaned over and pulled my upper body up so he could press his chest against my back. He snaked an arm around my waist and continued to fuck himself into my pussy like a hound. 

I was so close. My mouth was hanging open and my eyes were slowly rolling to the back of my head. 

Miles groaned into my ear and his hips stuttered before I felt his hot cum shoot inside me. He continued to thrust into me, riding out his orgasm in a desperate attempt to keep this feeling around for as long as possible. 

Feeling him fill me up with his cum had my walls clenching around him and I came moaning his name. He held me in place to make sure I got all of it inside me before letting go of me and just regaining his breath. 

I was panting even harder now, struggling to keep myself upright. 

Quaritch pats my back, gliding his hand down my waist and hips,  steadying himself for a few more seconds before slowly pulling out. His cum was dripping out of my pulsing cunt and he sighed. 

“Well, ain’t that a beautiful sight.” he sighed, fingering some of it back inside me before getting up and redressing his pants. 

I wasn’t on the ground alone for long. In fact, only a few seconds before another pair of hands were on me. I saw Lyle take Quaritch’s spot with his pants already gone. He held my hips up and I loosely draped my tail over his shoulder. 

“God damn, you look so hot.” Lyle groaned, tracing my hips and ass with his hand. I heard a small chuckle and suddenly someone kneeled in front of me. 

It was Mansk and he was undoing his fly. His pants were strained and I watched with wide eyes. 

“Can you do it?” he asked before going any further. I nod, feeling how my mouth is salivating in anticipation. He smirks before pulling his pants down his thighs too. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow.” Mansk says, rubbing his thumb over my flushed cheek 

Behind me, Lyle is grinding himself into me, making me press up against him. As I do, his tip enters me and we both moan in unison. 

Mansk grins before entangling his hand in my hair. 

I hear distant moans and grunts but I can’t focus on anything else but then two men around me. 

Lyle pulls back, breaking the contact our warm skin had before he thrusts himself forward and fully pushes into me. My mouth drops open and I whimper, feeling a little sore from Quaritch. 

Mansk uses this opportunity and places the tip of his length on my bottom lip. I comply, sticking my saliva-covered tongue out and licking it. 

He shakily exhales, tightly pressing both his lips together as he watches me get to work.

I move forward and lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip and it sends a shiver through him. 

Lyle starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. His eyes are closed as he focuses on how I feel around him. He’s trying his hardest not to cum straight away but knowing it’s you he’s fucking is making that very difficult for him. 

I wrap my lips around the tip of Mansk’s cock and suck on it. He shudders, letting his lips part and mouth fall open a little. 

“Shit…” he curses, pinning his ears all the way back. His entire body is being restrained because he’s fighting the need to just thrust forward into your mouth. 

He doesn’t however. Mansk lets you go at your own speed without pushing you further down, he just tightens his grip on your hair, balling his hand into a fist. 

I move my head off of him before repeating my previous action and taking more of him into my mouth. 

Lyle starts to leave his gentle pace behind and speeds up his hips movements. His hands are groping the flesh of my ass before harshly gripping my hips and rocking me back and forth. 

I relax my throat and open my mouth wider, taking more of Mansk. He’s watching me with blown pupils which I can’t see because he kept his shades on. 

He gulps, completely hypnotised by how you’re almost worshipping his shaft. 

Mansk hits the back of my throat and I change the angle a little so that I can fit more inside. I know I won’t be able to take all of him in but I want to please him with more than just half his dick. 

It seems like my gag reflex disappeared and Mansk hissed when he felt how I deepthroated him. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” he groans, throwing his head back. 

Lyle moans behind me and then his fingers find my clit, rubbing it. My eyes shoot open and I just arch myself further into him. 

A moan is drawn from my lips, sending vibrations to Mansk’s dick. He curses as I pull back and start bobbing my head up and down his length. 

“Come on, Buttercup. Cum f’ere me.” Lyle says in a husky deep voice. My ears twitch and my tail curls up into a C. 

He wanted me to release before him and I felt it approaching quickly because his fingers were working wonders while he continued to plunge himself deep into me. My walls started to tighten around him and he applied more pressure on my clit. 

I was cumming again and this time my legs were shaking. I was moaning but it was all muffled because of Mansk’s fat cock stuffing my mouth. 

Lyle was desperately humping me, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he chased after his own high. 

I focused on Mansk while letting Lyle use me. My eyes were glossy and I swirled my tongue around him making him groan. 

With each bob of my head, I would now hollow my cheeks around him to create more suction. 

Mansk inhaled sharply because it felt like I was already trying to milk him of his cum and the way I refused to let his dick leave my mouth had him fall into euphoria. 

His hips desperately jolted forwards a few times as he came, throwing his head back while thick ropes of cum were shot down my throat. 

Coincidentally, Lyle was cumming at the same time and he pushed his hips as deep into me as possible. 

I swallowed everything Mansk gave me, licking his dick clean and he held my cheek in appreciation, breathlessly trying to gather himself. 

“God damn, Y/N. Never needed anythin’ as much as that.”  Lyle chuckled through heavy breaths. 

I opened my mouth and pulled back from Mansk a little while he leaned back on his knees and tried to regain control over his heaving chest. 

“I don’t think I can walk.” I say, coughing a little. 

Lyle lets go of my hips and I fall to the side, laying on the ground and covering my eyes with my hands. The reality was coming back and it only hit me now that I hooked up with my colleagues. 

The Colonel was still there, standing close to us. He reached for my shorts, taking my ripped underwear and stuffing it in his pocket. 

He crouched down to me, getting on one knee. I open my eyes and sit up by leaning on my elbows. My ears are drooped to the sides and my tail is motionlessly laying next to me. 

“You alright?” Quaritch asks, seeming a little worried. 

“Better now.” I grin and he chuckles, helping me put my shorts on. Lyle and Mansk dress themselves before Quaritch heaves me to my feet. 

He wraps an arm around me to keep me stable and on my feet, while we walk. 

The others had gotten up now too and everyone was dressed. I didn’t have the strength to observe anymore than that. 

Z-Dog grabbed a bottle from the ground and then spotted me. A grin spread on her face while I shot her a glare. 

“Damn, you can’t walk?” she joked, snorting. 

“Shut up, I can see you limping.” I say and she raises her hands in the air. Quaritch chuckles before turning to Mansk and Lyle. 

“Watch your surroundings and pay closer attention.” he orders, knowing not everyone is capable of defending themselves right now. They nod. 

After a few minutes, we reach a grass plain and Quaritch lets us all take a break because there’s no point in walking any further today. 

I sit down, leaning against Z-Dog who is teasing Walker about something. The others stand around, keeping watch for danger until the helicopter returns to pick us up. 

This is definitely not how I expected any mission to turn out. Who knew these blue bodies were so intense?

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For Avatar men, what do you think would be their sexy weak spots?

Aren't weak spots always sexy? That one part of their body that just makes them melt for you.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Miles Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, fluff, biting, kissing, teasing, purring, tail shenanigans, growling, size difference, boners, grinding

A/N: Putting a nsfw warning just in case but not all of them are too nsfw.

JAKE SULLY

For Jake its the small of his back. If you touch him there, if you lay your hands there while he's on top of you and bring him closer the man will start to moan and purr so fucking loud. There's no stopping him when he starts to rut into your pussy as you're brushing your finger along the base of his tail.

NETEYAM

Pay close attention to his fingers, palm and wrist when he's with you and you'll see his warrior like persona melt away and him turn into a cuddly, kissy mess. He always keeps his hands close to your face for exactly this reason. If your back is turned to him then he will cover your mouth with his hand and let you suck and nibble on his fingers instead.

LO'AK

The ears are one of his biggest weak spots. He will deny it hard even as he's leaning in close into your touch with that pout on his face. Good thing that he's taller then you so he can push out of your reach if the flustering and teasing gets to be too much for him to handle. The only position that he can't escape your touches is if he's giving you a piggyback ride and you start nibbling on his pointed ears, the tip of them is especially sensitive.

TSU'TEY

Will melt of you kiss or bite his neck while he's fucking his cum back into your pussy. He doesn't want to let a drop escape and it will be the only time where he will let his guard down enough to let you kiss him like this despite him really liking it. His body will twitch just a little when you bite him, his tail coiling around your thigh to keep you in place.

MILES QUARITCH

Its one that he never likes to leave exposed mostly due to his military background: the back of his neck. The first time you try to hook your hands around his neck he pinned them down and hisses in your face, speeding up as he pinned your hands over your head. It's his tail that so treciously gives him away when you're cuddling and you brush your fingers against the back of his neck.

AONUNG

Sucking on his tongue while making out with him is probably the fastest way to get him hot and bothered for you. For this reason he will flutter it against yours, playfully taunting you, pulling away before you have the chance to suck and then going back to kiss you. You need to be quick if you want to hear his moans.

TONOWARI

For him its his nipples, they're pretty sensitive when he's aroused and also good spots to get him more aroused. You discovered it on accident when you pressed your palms against his chest while you were riding his cock. His hips bucked, his whole length jerking inside you as he growled, surprising both of you with his reaction.

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Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N 

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"Greeting Death With A Smile"

Summary: Mansk is present on the boat for the last fight against Sully and Neytiri. He gets wounded and thinks he’s going to die alone. Luckily you find him in time, but you don’t know if it’s already too late.

WARNINGS: uhm TEARS, ANGST, Death, Blood, Violence tiniest bit of sad fluff, I’M BALLING MY EYES OUT WHILE WRITING THIS I THINK THAT SAYS ENOUGH

(Like, read at your own risk cuz I’m in pain I miss him sm)

Word Count: 4102

If u wanna feel even sadder i recommend you listen to (When it‘s cold I‘d like to die alone) it helped me cry my eyes out to the point that the tears burned my skin :)

Quaritch was giving instructions while, Lyle, Z-Dog, Prager, Mansk, and I stood close and listened. We were the only recom’s that I knew were alive. All the others had since been killed but since new things always kept happening, we couldn’t let our guard down and there was no time to mourn. 

I had to run past Ja who lay lifeless on deck and it made me feel sick. I felt the urge to at least pull his body somewhere else but I knew we didn’t have time. 

We had two of Jake’s kids hostage here with us and the Colonel was trying to get him to turn himself in for his daughters. 

I sighed, not knowing whether I would live to see another day. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing this or whether I thought it was right. But as a marine, you’re taught to listen to orders, even if you don’t agree with them. Listen and obey. That’s how you become a good soldier. And definitely never doubt your superior because they know what they’re doing. 

Deep down, I did doubt it though. Not just Quaritch’s plan but this whole mission. Our existence. It was all still a big mess to me. 

“Hold fire!” Quaritch orders as we watch him and Spider dive back into the water. 

“He’s comin’.” he added, turning to me and another human soldier. 

I pin my ears back and hold back a shiver from the cold. My clothes were wet but ignored the feeling and focused on holding my weapon ready. 

“Let’s get this guy.” Quaritch said like it were the easiest thing in the world. My ears perk up. I listen even though I doubt. Even though I don’t understand, I listen. 

“It’s what we came here for.” the Colonel keeps talking, looking at everyone around him. 

I notice how all of us are no longer fully with him. Prager and I exchange looks but with no expression because we are both in denial of our doubts and worries. Pretending they aren’t real. 

Even Lyle doesn’t nod along to his superior's words like he usually would. He would always back up everything Quaritch said but now he just stared at the ground, holding his gun and letting the Colonel’s words go in one ear and out the other.

Mansk looks at us and I can tell he has the same problem. We aren’t convinced but what option do we have? We’ve already done so much harm here. Once again. There’s no turning back because we’re marked down as the enemy for every single Na’vi on this planet. 

We aren’t wanted here so we must listen. 

To be completely honest, when I look at Quaritch one may think he knows what he’s doing. But I also occasionally catch a glimpse of doubt in his eyes. As if he weren’t sure why he would want to do this. Maybe he isn’t. I know damn well most of us hate the humans we used to be but we can’t do anything about it. 

He claps his hands together and his confident expression returns. He tells us to take our places and I look at the ground before going to cover my area of ground. 

We waited in silence for Sully to arrive and within the next few minutes, something exploded on the top deck. Prager and Z-Dog ran up the steps while I stayed on the lower deck with the rest of the team which is also where our hostages were. 

My ears flick in multiple directions as I hear screams and I see Neytiri land on her Ikran. Her presence here meant death to many. Perhaps it would be me too. 

Bodies start falling and I run over to pull a few soldiers out of the fire. Quaritch retreated to take cover close to where the two kids were while Lyle and Mansk continued to cover their ground. 

Someone shouted ‘Eyes up’ and I saw Jake and Neytiri land on the lower deck now. That meant they wiped out the entire top deck already.

I see Lyle and Mansk still standing and am about to go to them when I hear a scream of agony behind me. An injured soldier covered in flames. Without thinking, I run to him, pulling him away from the oil-covered metal pole and helping him put out the fire on his leg. He’s missing his other one. 

He lets his body fall back and sighs a little in relief, seeming to not feel the pain of his missing leg due to shock. I know he won’t make it through this. There is no one here to help. Everyone is trying to live. 

Quickly, I turn around and that’s when I see Lyle get pushed over the rail by Jake who turns in the opposite direction of me. Mansk is no longer in sight. 

I leave the wounded man behind because he passed out and I wouldn’t be able to help him anyway. I also just happened to care slightly more for Mansk and Lyle. 

I jog over to a large red metal pole, keeping my gun raised an looking around. Maybe a recom was injured and needed aid or perhaps I could spot either Jake or Neytiri and get at least one of them down. 

I press myself against the side of the column, looking over my shoulder at the rail which Lyle fell down. His body looked limp as it fell, making my gut wrench. Probably nothing I could save. 

Suddenly I hear a distant shout. 

“Y/N!” the voice of the Colonel echoes through the blood-stained walls of the ship. 

I flinch and just as I go to turn around, my knee is kicked in and I’m hit in the head with the base of a gun. 

I fall forwards and my body summersaults over a rail. My movements stop for a split second until my weight rolls to one side and suddenly I’m falling again. I land on the hard ground with a big thud which sends immense waves of pain through my body. 

In a state of shock, I look up at the hole I was pushed in but no one is standing there anymore. 

Slowly I get up, holding my side. I can’t move properly. I think I broke or at least cracked a rib. The lights in here are broken and since only a few work, it’s very dim. 

I look up and notice I’m not alone. 

Mansk couldn’t comprehend what happened fast enough. His heart dropped when Jake pointed the gun at him but luckily he ran out of ammo. In the next second, he lost his balance and hit his head on a metal pole next to him, falling over it. He saw Jake take his gun and launch it away before his upper body started tilting back. 

His upper body was resting over what seemed to be a dent in the ground but as he slowly turned in pain, he realised it went further down. Mansk felt as though he was slowly falling through the ground but he couldn’t prevent it because his eyes kept blacking out. He saw how he slowly fell into darkness and his feet lifted into the air, falling with him into the void.

The sound of gunshots and shouts was distant now and he lay at the bottom of the hole he didn’t see before. Light reflected inside from the fire above but it wasn’t strong enough to help him see. 

He groaned in pain, slowly lifting his injured body off the ground and pushing himself against a wall so that he was sitting upright. Mansk saw his shades on the ground next to him and noticed they were broken. 

He once made a joke that he would die with them when Lyle teased him about constantly wearing them. Maybe it was time. 

His head would drop in the direction the ship tilted as he lay limp against the cold metal. 

Mansk shouted for help, calling out the names of the people he thought might still be around but there was no answer. No one heard him.

His vision became blurry and when he looked down he saw his abdomen was covered in a small puddle of blood. Whether it was his he didn’t know. 

But he wasn’t afraid he would die. This is how he imagined it. He knew very well that one doesn’t mourn death in the military on Pandora. Mansk was ready to close his eyes for the last time and die alone, in peace. After all, it was his fate. Even though he hadn’t accomplished his mission, this is what always awaited him. 

He lost track of time and seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness every few minutes. What woke him up was a scream which came from right above him and a thud of a body which landed a few feet from Mansk. His eyes managed to open and he saw a blue figure. Blood pumped through his veins as the feeling of fear returned again but once he noticed the U.S uniform, he dropped his head back in relief. It wasn’t Jake or Neytiri. 

I whine out in agony as I straighten my posture and see Mansk sitting and leaning against a wall. My face brightens and for a second I forget about the pain. 

“Mansk!” I shout, leaning back down on all fours and hugging my waist while looking up at him. He lifts his head and his eyes widen when he sees me. 

“Y/N?” he asks, but his voice sounds weak. I smile, feeling relieved he’s alive and that I’m not alone. 

“Oh thank god, I thought everyone was-” I say, crawling over to him before my hand comes in contact with a small puddle of fluid. I want to shake if off my skin but when I glance down I notice its colour. It’s not water, it’s blood. And it’s not mine but his.

My heart sinks when my eyes move higher up Mansk’s body, noticing how his blood has drenched the clothes on his stomach. When I look up at him he’s gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. Just above them, a new trail of blood is forming and slowly drizzling down the side of his face. 

“Oh, Mansk…” I whisper, ignoring my own pain and kneeling next to him. His eyes follow me as I move around him and he looks weak and exhausted. I don’t think he can move much more than his head. 

“Where are you hurt?” I ask, gently lifting his arm to check whether the blood is coming from his side.

“I don’t know…” he whispers, barely moving his lips or jaw. His eyes occasionally close while I apply pressure to check where the pain is coming from.

I hear him hiss through clenched teeth and I gently return it to its previous position. “Sorry,” I whisper.

He breathes heavily through his nose, looking down at himself. I notice how the blood doesn’t seem to stop. 

“Come on, we need to get you back.” I softly say, lifting his arm over my shoulder. But I didn’t know how to get out of here, I was just hoping that the darkness would lead to a door which could lead us outside.

“No.” he breathes out and his body tenses. I freeze my movements and look at him. 

“You can’t stay here Mansk.” I say, trying to motivate him to see if he can get up. 

“I can’t move.” he whispers, biting down on his teeth as he tries to pull his arm from my shoulder. 

“Y/N, I can’t feel my legs…” His jaw trembles and his voice breaks a little. His words go straight to my heart, seeming to tear it in two.

I look away, furrowing my eyebrows together while I convince myself that there must be another way. Quickly, in hopes of helping him, I lean over his body and apply pressure on his big wound to try and stop the bleeding. 

I feel the corners of my eyes sting and my nose itch. The common sign that showed me I was about to tear up. 

Mansk sighed and when I looked up at him he was softly smiling at me. It wasn’t a happy smile, but an appreciative one. 

Mansk knew that what you were doing wouldn’t save him, but your attempt made him smile. Knowing you cared enough about him not to leave him behind warmed his heart as it slowed its beating. 

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna get you out of here.” I say, having to look away because otherwise, I might just break down. But my words didn’t seem to convince Mansk at all. They just refreshed his fading smile. 

Even if we would somehow make it out of this room, our chances of dying were probably worse on deck because Jake and Neytiri were still there. And if they weren’t, there was no way we could get off this ship. We were both too wounded to fly our Ikrans. It wouldn’t work.

With the next inhale he tensed up and coughed while I steadied him and kept him sitting upright. His legs were motionlessly laying on the floor in front of him while his chest heaved. I noticed him cough out a few drops of blood which is what did it for me. Mansk wasn’t doing well and my hopes of him surviving were dying out. 

“Thank you…” he whispered as his cough finally retreated. I look up at him through glossy eyes, wondering what he meant. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry, because crying would be acknowledging that he wasn't going to make it. As long as I held them back, there was still hope in me. 

“I thought I’d-” he said, being cut off by gasping for air. “...die alone.” 

A smile formed on his lips again as his eyes remained fixed on my face. 

Mansk knew all recom’s were something close to friends but he didn’t think he ever had anyone close enough to him to stay with him through his last moments. He expected to be left behind somewhere, injured and no longer deemed as useful. 

“Come on Mansk, don’t give up on me.” I say, my forced calm voice breaking as I feel my bottom lip begin to quiver. 

“I’m glad you’re here…” he struggled to say, forcing the words out of his pained chest while keeping his faint smile. It was slowly fading again.

I gasp, pressing my lips together to not lose it. I reach for his limp and blood-stained hand and hold it between both of mine. Feeling how cold it is has me fighting back tears. 

Suddenly, I feel how my legs are wetted and I look down, dreading to see blood but this time it is water. The room was slowly tilting to one side and the water was flowing in from the other side of the room. Mansk had noticed it too. 

“You-” he said before coughing up more blood and I lost it. “You need to go.” he said, his voice sounding pained and forced. I knew he was suffering but I couldn’t let him die here. 

“I’m not leaving you, Mansk.” I whisper, pressing his palm against my cheek. The tears blur my vision before spilling down my cheek, burning my skin a little. 

“You can- live.” he says, swallowing back a cough while he struggles to breathe. 

I clench my eyes closed, not wanting him to leave me as well. I knew Mansk for a long time and even though we were never really close, he had been a part of my life since I arrived on Pandora. We rarely talked but we knew we had each other's back and it didn’t cross my mind that I could lose him during this war. Now that I was face to face with the aftermath of violence, I was crumbling down. He meant too much to me, I couldn’t let him go. 

“Don’t worry about me.” I whisper, forcing a trembling smile onto my face. I point to the opening of the hole we fell through. “I’ll get out there.” I say and his eyes slowly drift from my face to the opening in the ceiling and then back to me. He doesn’t seem sure of it but he doesn’t question it any further. His movements become so faint that I notice his presence slowly fading away. Mansk’s eyes slowly unfocus from my face and I reach out and cup his cheek while tears continue to spill from my eyes. 

“Mansk-” I sob, trying to stay composed in front of him. He blinked, opening his slowly closing eyes a bit more and looking at me again. 

“... stay with me, come on.” 

My fingers gently tap his cheek while the water on the floor mixes with his blood. 

Mansk opens his mouth to say something but he can’t push out a single word and instead, he slowly struggles to inhale before closing his mouth again. 

I hold his palm against my chest, roughly where my heart is as I try to keep his attention on me. 

“Please, don’t do this to me…” I sob, clutching his hand. He stares at me and his eyes look sad but he can’t say or do anything. 

“Mansk, please you’re all I have left.” I cry out, dropping my head down before looking up at him. 

“Thank you…” he repeats and ever so faintly whispers. He was grateful I was by his side because in truth Mansk did want to live. Mansk wanted to wake up to the morning the next day and be with everyone else. But that wasn’t possible. Not only because he was slowly dying, but because everyone has had since probably died.

I rub my thumb over his cheek, trying to comfort him. He’s looking into my eyes and furrows his eyebrows together a little as if he were confused about whether my tears are actually for him. Like he didn’t think he was worth my pain. 

Mansk looked at me almost apologetically and his lips parted while he tried to get more air into his lungs. I couldn’t see his chest heaving anymore but I felt so mild air fanning from his mouth with small exhales. 

I bit down on my lip, watching him and needing proof of life every few seconds. 

He’s staring at me, grateful he wasn’t left alone and I notice how his eyes start to unfocus again. I gently tap his cheek, waiting for his eyes to readjust like they did last time but this time Mansk’s head is slowly falling to the side and into my palm. His eyes fade out and stare into nothing as they move from my face to the empty space behind me. His soft breath stopped fanning against my hand and his face was no longer contorted in pain or sorrow. It was blank and relaxed. 

Mansk’s hand slowly drifted off my chest and loosely fell on his lap.

I wanted to scream and call his name but all words got stuck in my throat and I held onto him while my mouth gaped open. Tears fell from my face onto his now lifeless and numb body. 

His blood continued to colour the rising water around me red. It had already overflowed his legs and reached up to his waist. 

I held on to his body, pressing my face against his shoulder and crying my eyes out. 

At this point, I had lost absolutely everyone and everything. We couldn’t return to family on Earth because we were Na’vi and now we had all lost each other. 

Z-Dog lay on the top deck with a bow in her hip and one in her face while the ship started to slowly sink. 

Prager lay on his side, motionless with a spear through his chest. 

Lopez’s body had now sunk to the bottom of the ocean after he was shot by an arrow. 

Walker, Zhang and Fike both had been shot down by arrows too.

Warren and Brown got an axe io their body.

Ja I had left behind after he was killed by the Tulkun. 

Lyle was floating in the water, struggling to stay above the surface.

I didn’t know where Quaritch was but I knew he couldn’t help me. 

And Mansk… lay bleeding out in front of me, lifeless and cold. His head was tilted to the side and I knew that he was gone. I could never talk to him again. I would never see him again. I know even if I survived, they wouldn’t retrieve his body and he would stay here and sink with the ship. 

The water was filling the room more rapidly now but I still clung on to Mansk, crying his name. 

I noticed his broken shades floating in the water and picked them up. 

Remembering how much he liked to wear them I steadied his head and carefully put them on him after closing his eyelids. He would have thanked me if he could have for this.

My body was shaking but I knew I was going to die here too if I didn’t leave soon. I get up and the water reached up to Mansk’s neck already. It was gushing in from a half-open door on the other side of the dark room. 

I look up, making sure the exit is still there but suddenly I see the water start flowing in from the top. The entire room is slowly turning over and the water flowing on deck has managed to push over the door which now completely closed off the hole we were in. 

The room gets a lot darker and the water is leaking in from the side and from the top. 

I groan out in pain through my sobs. I have tears staining my cheeks and my nose became runny and stuffed. This isn’t how I wanted things to end. We were finally starting to enjoy being alive on Pandora and now we died because our past selves made us finish something they couldn’t. 

I look back at Mansk and see that he is fully submerged in the water now. I cry out, hating how helpless he is and how helpless I feel now. My side aches even more and I clutch my broken rib, trying to bite back the pain. I wouldn’t be able to swim in this anyway. 

Within minutes, my feet are no longer touching the ground and my head is bumping against the ceiling. I’m crying out for help in pain but no one can hear anything over the noise of the flowing water. I wonder if anyone is still alive but I highly doubt it. There is a crack in the wall which is letting the oxygen in the room be replaced with water. I struggle to swim and keep my head above the surface. 

But then I ask myself, why I’m fighting? There was no use to it. Everyone was gone and I was stuck and injured. 

I deeply inhale one last time before the entire room is submerged in water. My eyes open and I peer down at Mansk, who is lifelessly half laying at the bottom. 

Since I’m going to die I might as well join him there so neither of us has to be alone. 

I swim down with the last of my strength, watching how the last few bubbles of air escape his slightly parted lips. My hand once again reaches for his and I hold on to it for some form of comfort before I face upwards and let all the air I have to escape my lungs. 

I start choking and look at Mansk. The light specks on our skin were slightly illuminating the water but his were more faded. I looked closer and watched how the light slowly vanished from him, one dot at a time. 

It wasn’t long before I started drowning and a few minutes later, my lifeless, artificial blue body sunk down and joined Mansk on the floor of the ship.

Our bodies would stay here, most likely forever since all the death here was just a failed mission. 

The lights from my body had now disappeared too and we were dragged down to the bottom of the ocean along with the ship. All because some humans wanted us to finish what they couldn’t.

So there I lay, greeting death with a smile once again, in hopes of meeting Mansk someday and somewhere far from here.

(I'm going to try and make some art to this)

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I wish people would write more soft romantic fics like you do, you write it really well!

Thank you bbygrl lemme give u a kiss <;3 here's round two

"Hopelessly Devoted To You"

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Summary: The RDA has a capacity issue and the recom's have been kicked out of their accommodations. When Quaritch says you're sharing a room with Lyle, it seems to bother him. You don't understand why so you confront him and eventually one things leads to another and he's confessing his love to you.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, little bit of angst, fingering, oral f. receiving, dirty talk, bad language, penetration, bonding (tsaheylu), arguing

Word Count: 6137

"Hopelessly Devoted To You" (From Grease) - Olivia Newton-John

The RDA was recently having a little space crisis. A new spaceship of workers arrived on Pandora this morning and they were struggling to find accommodation for them. 

They were behind in building plans of expanding Bridgehead City and were now facing the consequences. 

While the recom team was one of the most important muscles of this entire place, the RDA still prioritised their human workers and we found out the hard way. 

After a long day of training and exploring the jungle, we came back to find our bags packed and in the hallway outside our rooms. As you can imagine, Quaritch wasn't having it one bit and he let all his rage out by yelling at Ardmore. 

She got so pissed she threatened to have us all start sleeping outside because we need twice as much space and different air. 

That shut Quaritch up because he wasn't going to have his best team sleep outside on Pandora. 

Luckily Ardmore didn't let her conflict with the Colonel influence her decision of where we sleep too much. She let us take rooms which were located further away from the centre of Bridgehead and we were on our way there right now. 

The recom team walked through hallways, jet runways and large storage facilities to reach the specialised rooms. Quaritch was leading the way while we all followed. I walked with slumped shoulders, dragging my bag behind me. Z dog yawned and it made me drop my head and yawn too. 

I noticed how others would always take precautions when we passed. Sure we were 3 times their normal size but it was a little silly. Then again I enjoyed walking past them, knowing everyone except people like Ardmore are intimidated by us. Maybe she is too. 

Finally, the exhausted team arrived at the Na'vi-designed rooms, filled with Pandora's air. 

We stopped and the Colonel turned around and sighed, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. 

I leaned against a wall, dropping my bag by my feet and closing my eyes for a few seconds. 

"Alright squad, listen up." The Colonel spoke and I opened my eyes, trying to give him all the attention I had left. 

"I hate to do this to you, especially after such a rough day..." 

I hold my breath, eyes opening a little more just to make sure I'm hearing him properly. Oh god, bad news. Did some of us have to sleep outside? I would rather take the hallway. 

"But since we are dealin' with a space problem-" he sighs, taking a deep breath to break the news to us. 

"...some of you are sharin' rooms." 

My eyes widen, but I am a little relieved that we are not sleeping outside or that our rooms don't have a roof or a mattress. 

"Because my day has been as bad as yours I picked the names at random. Alright startin' with..." Quaritch spoke, naming soldier after soldier and whether they shared a room or whether they were alone and also which room they had. 

Everyone's name had been called up except Lyle and me. While others were already walking off and high-fiving, Lyle and I waited with perked ears. 

And yes we both noticed the way the Colonel avoided eye contact with us. It made me dread to hear the words he was about to say. 

He sighed, pinning his ears back and re-reading his list again. 

"Wainfleet. Y/N. You're sharin' a room." He said, glancing at us for a split second before grabbing his own bag. Of course, he had his own room

I just blankly stare at him for a few seconds. But it’s not such a big deal to me. I didn’t really mind.

Lyle however didn’t seem happy and I wasn’t sure whether I should make fun of his silly behaviour or whether I should be offended. 

Lyle was looking at the Colonel as if head lost his mind. 

“Sir- sir! You can’t be serious.” he said, calling after Quaritch who was retreating to his own room. 

“Very serious Corporal.” Quaritch said, getting his keys without even looking at Lyle. I’m just standing there and watching. I had the keys in my hand but I wanted to see what Lyle was doing. 

“But-” 

“We’re on a deadly planet here Wainfleet. If your biggest concern is sharing a room with one of your most trusted soldiers, I’m gon’ start thinkin’ you ain’t suitable for this mission.” Quaritch warned, turning to Lyle and glaring at him. 

That did it, that shut him up. 

Quaritch stared him down for a few seconds before giving me an apologetic nod and going into his room, leaving Lyle standing outside in silence. 

I shrug it off, walking down the hall to find our room number. It’s not that far down and I reach it quickly, taking the small keys I was given and unlocking it. I can feel Lyle watching me but I don’t want to say anything to him. 

Was I so bad to share a room with? Does he secretly hate me that much?

I heard him pick up his own bag and follow me while I had unlocked the room, flicking the light switch on. 

It really wasn’t a nice room but I didn’t complain, walking inside. 

Lyle arrived at the door. 

“Wow, what a shithole.” he mumbled, looking around before closing the door behind him. I don’t answer. 

I enter what is meant to be the bedroom and freeze. This was going to be complicated. 

Lyle walked up behind me and was met with the same sight. 

“No fuckin’ way.” he groaned out in frustration while both of us looked at the double bed. 

“I could kill the Colonel right now.” he muttered, seeming very agitated. Lyle was starting to already get on my nerves. 

“I don’t think so.” I mumble, walking to one side of the bed and putting my bag next to it. 

He picked up my words and noticed the tone I used. 

“What’s up with you? You on your period or somethin’?” he asked and I rolled my eyes. No fucking way did he just ask me that. 

“No, you moron.” I answer a little louder this time while unzipping my back. Lyle stays standing where he is. 

“What then?” he asked, completely oblivious to how he’s been complaining. 

“Is it such a big deal to share a room?” I ask, putting my hands on my waist while my ears are tipped back, clearly showing my annoyance. His own ears flatten when he realises I’m mad at him. 

“Am I that bad?” I ask, looking at him before returning to unpack my clothes. 

Lyle looks dumbstruck for whatever reason. 

“No, no of course not it’s not that.” he says, trying to save himself but I’m already pissed. 

“What is it then?” I snap back and he seems taken aback by my words.

“Oh right, you’re not mature enough to share a fucking room.” I add with a scoff and now he looks mad too. But he doesn’t say anything. 

“Don’t talk to your superior like that.” he says after a minute and I almost laugh. 

“Yeah right, superior my ass you’re not suitable to be a Corporal if you can’t grow the fuck up.” 

I did feel like I was crossing the line with my words a little but I couldn’t seem to stop. My bag is thrown from the bed by me and I grab my toiletries and towel to go shower. I can’t even look at him he’s gotten me so mad. 

Lyle stares me down when I walk past him and into the shower, quickly closing and locking the door behind me. 

Not even five minutes in and I needed a break. 

….

I sigh, taking in a deep breath before putting my hand on the door handle of the bathroom. 

Lyle and I had an odd relationship and it seemed to always change. Sometimes we avoided each other. Other times it felt like we were the best of friends. Once, I thought I felt a connection with him and genuinely thought he might end up being my boyfriend. That’s how much has happened between us. We never did anything. The highest point of things we’ve done together was hugs and flirting. I fell asleep on him once too, but that was it. 

During the flirting phase, he once looked at me like I was all that mattered to him. A look you would see in movies with eyes twinkling and all that. I thought I was in love with him but the next day, he went back to barely acknowledging me and we started from the beginning of the cycle again. 

A week ago, we were at the close friends stage once again and I was happy around him. When Quaritch announced the rooms I thought Lyle and I would high-five each other too but seems like he had other plans. 

My heart is racing as I try to collect myself before stepping outside. I open the door and walk out in my so-called pyjamas. It was a pair of shorts and a loose old shirt which… actually used to belong to Lyle. 

He’s laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling but his head tilts over to me when I exit the steamy bathroom. 

“Took ya long enough.” he said and his tone was no longer annoyed. But damn did his sentence still annoy me. 

“Miss me that bad?” I ask, surprising myself with the words that slipped from my mouth. I wanted to actually throw an insult at him but this worked too I guess. 

He seems to be amused by what I said and rolls to his side to look at me, who has walked to my side of the bed again. 

“Maybe… Buttercup.” he replies and I can tell he was thinking about whether he should risk calling me that or not. 

I glare at him, flattening my ears back again before I return my attention to packing away the shit I took out before. 

“Oh come on, you used to like me callin’ you that.” he said and I took a deep breath to control myself and not snap at him. He was so confusing it frustrated me. Suddenly, he hates me and now it’s as if he’s forgotten how he was complaining before. 

“Yeah, back when you weren’t a dick.” I say. Oops, maybe the self-control faltered for a split second.

Lyle’s ears perked up. He was surprised by my mouth again. 

“When did I become one?” he asks with a small chuckle. Great, now he thinks it’s funny. 

“Maybe when you decided that I was such a bitch you can’t share a room with.” I say, turning my head over my shoulder but not looking at him. 

“Or when you don’t talk to me the day after we were finally having fun together again.” 

Lyle stays quiet while I just angrily refold my clothes. I hear the bed creek and Lyle get up and somehow I secretly hope he is walking to me to give me a hug. If he would I would probably break down. 

But no, I hear him gather his things and he leaves the room, closing the bathroom door behind him with a thud. 

“Sure, just walk away. Not like I matter to you.” I mumbled under my breath. I was feeling all sorts of emotions and to be completely honest, if I were completely alone right now I would just cry myself to sleep. 

Mainly because I was angry and when I get angry my eyes tear up. I was sad because he didn’t treat me like the friend I was to him but I was also sad because… I don’t think I want to just be his friend anymore. I was attracted to Lyle and I hated myself for it. 

Every time we got close and he pushed me away again, I swore to myself that that would be the last time it happens. But each time he comes back and is all friendly and kind again, I can’t help but accept him. 

I sit on the bed with my legs and arms crossed while in deep thought, listening to the running shower water coming from the bathroom.

The door opens minutes later and Lyle steps out. I snap out of my thoughts and glance at him. 

He’s just wearing the loose shorts that he sleeps in. His torso is bare and speckled in water droplets. 

I rip my gaze from him, not wanting him to see but Lyle smirked to himself because he noticed my lingering eyes. 

I stared down at my feet as Lyle sat on the bed next to me. 

He too was thinking and then his ears perked forward as he thought of an idea. Teasing you or doing things to get you to laugh were good ways of getting your attention and having you talk to him. 

He wasn’t good at starting conversations so he needed you to talk, even if it was scolding him. He was able to mostly turn the conversation in a positive direction but it had to start. 

He picked up his dirty sock and tossed it to you.

I saw the sock fly towards me and it landed on my legs. Immediately I sat up, grimacing a little. It wasn’t disgusting because the sock was only a day old and it didn’t look dirty but I wanted him to know I didn’t think it was funny. 

“Ew Lyle, why would you do that?” I complain, scrambling to my feet. 

“Do what?” he asked, trying to suppress a laugh. 

I snatch the sock from the bed, grabbing for my bag to get my own dirty clothes and throw the whole pile on him but I only now notice it's gone. 

“Wha- where’s my-” I start before my head shoots to Lyle who is avoiding eye contact. He didn’t expect such a reaction and he was a little scared of what you would do now. 

“Lyle I swear to god-” I start almost shouting while I stomp over to his side of the bed. I can see my bag hidden next to his nightstand and I want to go and grab it back. I throw the sock back on him but suddenly he is scrambling up to his feet and he’s in my way. 

“Wait Y/N-” he says and his hands reach for me but I dodge them as if they were sharp and take steps back. The last thing I needed was him holding or touching me. I would as I said break down. His arms found mine but I wriggled it out of his grasp with fast movements.

Quickly I start walking away and retreating back to my side but Lyle is quicker and when I reach the foot of the bed his arms encircle my body, preventing me from taking a step further. 

They tighten and wrap around my middle, pulling me against him. I freeze in my movements and all the muscles in my body tense. 

I can’t give in. It’s happened too many times. 

He’s holding me against him while I keep my eyes clenched closed. 

“Y/N I’m sorry…” he softly says, his breath fanning against the skin near my ear. 

I shakily exhale after hearing his words, turning my head away from him. He can see how much I’m fighting him. 

“I know I’ve been an idiot.” he says and I fight the urge to aggressively nod. Instead, my ears once again strain all the way back and my tail stops moving. 

“Please talk to me.” he almost whispered and I picked up a hint of sadness in his voice. 

His arms loosened around my waist and fell to his sides. I turned around and took a step back to create at least a little bit of distance between us. 

Lyle watches me, finally letting us lock eyes. His gaze softens when he notices how glossy mine have become. 

“Why do you do it?” I ask, internally cursing myself when my voice becomes shaky. 

He knows exactly what I mean because he looks away in shame. I’m helplessly staring at him, needing to hear some kind of answer. 

Lyle sighs before speaking. “I was trying to keep things professional…” he says and his voice is now gravelly. 

“Professional? By constantly pushing me away?” I ask, trying to make sense of it all. Then again I was glad he was such a forward and bold person. He wouldn’t usually dance around things he says what’s on his mind.

His sad eyes meet mine and his look answers my question with a yes. 

“You heard the Colonel. You’re one of our best soldiers. I don’t wanna screw it up for either of us.” he says. I don’t know how to answer that. 

“You’re one of my… best soldiers.” Lyle adds. 

“How would our friendship ever screw it up?” I ask, thinking he’s talking about us being friends. 

He gazes deep into my eyes as if he were searching for something to tell him I didn’t mean what I just said. 

“It wouldn’t be the friendship doin’ that.” he faintly replies. There it is again. That look. He’s doing it right now, looking at me with big eyes as if I were everything in the world. It’s making my heart warm up and my knees weak. 

“Lyle, what are you talking about?” I ask, wondering whether he means what I’m thinking. 

He straightens his posture a little, looking up at the ceiling for a second to steady himself in reality before taking a deep breath and locking eyes with me again. He seems to zone out a little while staring at me.

“I’m so in love with you…” he whispers. His ears droop and his body slumps a little in defeat. As if he too has been trying to fight the feeling and deny it but now it’s won and he told you. 

I just stare back at him and my lips part in an attempt to say something but no words come out. His words shock me but I can tell by the way he is looking at me that he means them. 

“I’ve been trying to hide it but every time I do that I can see it hurts you,” he continues talking, confessing all his feelings to me and somehow I am grateful for that because I am currently speechless. 

“And I don’t want to be doin’ that anymore. I want this,” he says, pointing between him and me “to be more than just friends.”

“I’m sorry about this,” he adds when my silence becomes unbearable for him. “I just needed you to know.” 

His gaze flickers between me and the ground. Lyle is clearly nervous and his anxiety is eating him from the inside out right now while he awaits my response.

He’s expecting a clear rejection because he thinks you only want to be friendly with him.

“You moron.” I say in disbelief with a scoff. Lyle flinches a little at my words, now fully staring at the ground.

All the worrying and crying I’ve gone through, all because he was suppressing his feelings for me. 

“I thought you hated me.” I say and a look of confusion floods his sad face. 

He looks up at me with a glimpse of hope and when I reach for his dog tag and pull him down a little. His eyes widen and his ears perk up. 

I pull him to me, eliminating the space between us and pressing our lips together. 

For a few seconds, Lyle doesn’t move. It hasn’t fully loaded in his head yet that I’m kissing him. 

Once he replays what just happened, he deepens the kiss and his arms are once again around me, pressing me right up against him. 

We pull away and just stare at each other. A huge smile finally brightens Lyle’s face and he’s laughing. It makes me smile too. 

“No fucking way.” he says, looking at me in disbelief. “You’re into me?” he asks, suppressing another laugh. He needs one last confirmation before he can feel relieved from the stress. 

“I know, it’s bad.” I say with a grin, teasing him. 

“Come on, just say it properly so I know.” Lyle pleads. 

I take a deep breath. “Corporal Lyle Wainfleet, my attraction to you has been the cause of my lack of sleep this month and the month before. Maybe even the month before that.” 

I’m smiling like an idiot at him now too. “Yes, I love you dumb ass.” 

“Fuck princess, you don’t know how happy you make me.” he replies, his huge smile spreading across his entire face before he pulls me into him once again for a kiss. This time I wrap my hands around his neck and his arms start running all over my body. He’s gripping my waist, squeezing my hips and finally allowing one of his hands to test the waters and rest on my ass. 

I break the kiss by laughing and it makes him chuckle. 

“What?” he asks, wondering what’s so funny. 

“I really thought you didn’t like me and here you are so desperate for me.” I joke and he sheepishly grins. 

“I couldn’t get you outta my head since the day we woke up like this.” he said, referring to our resurrection on Pandora. 

I smile, looking down for a brief moment when I feel my cheeks start to heat up. 

“Shut up that’s so cheesy.” I say with a breathy laugh, poking him in the chest. It seems to just spur him on. 

Lyle’s mission is now to get you as flustered as possible.

“I’ve dreamed about you too, no kidding.” he said and I shake my head, pretending like I don’t want to hear it. 

“They weren’t always workplace-appropriate dreams either.” he says, leaning down and smirking at me.

“Oh my god.” I say, clutching my reddened face in my palms.

“Don’t hide yet I’m not done.” he chuckles, gently pulling my hands from my face. 

“Sometimes, when I’m in the shower…” he starts talking and I know this is going in a very bad direction. “... or when I’m alone in my room at night…” Oh god, help me please. “I touch-” 

“Okay! Okay!” I say, my face completely flushed. 

“What’s wrong, you embarrassed?” he coos, teasing me. 

“Never.” I say, accepting the challenge. I was never bold with my words so I was going to unleash the dirtiest hell on him and shock him.

“Sometimes…” I say, grinning and tiptoeing my fingers up his bare chest. His grin slowly retreats and he watches me. 

“When I finger myself…” I say, sounding as seductive as possible. Boom, just like that all teasing and smiling was flushed away and gone from Lyle. He was completely shocked by my words and could not believe I was saying that. 

“I push them in as deep as possible… and I imagine it’s you doing it.” I whisper and watch as Lyle gets literal goosebumps. His mouth also happens to be hanging open a little. 

“And I think of how you would feel like inside me.” I say, slyly smiling up at the dumbstruck blue marine. 

He can’t believe it. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” Lyle curses, adjusting his shorts and my smile turns into a grin. “Don’t stop.” he says and it sounds very desperate. 

“When I cum, I moan your name.” I add and he groans at my words, not taking his eyes off me for even a second. I can’t remember the last time I saw him blink. He isn’t blushing either because Lyle just rarely gets embarrassed but my words definitely affect him more. 

“But I’ve been so stressed lately, I haven’t been able to help myself anymore.” I say, faking a sad and helpless voice which seems to really do it for him. 

“Since I sometimes think of you… I think I need some help.” I say, tracing my fingertip down his chest muscle. 

“Only sometimes?” he asks in a joking manner, playfully raising an eyebrow. 

I grin, knowing just how to get under his skin. “Mhm. Sometimes it’s someone else.” 

His grin drops. “Take that back.” he says and I’m biting my lip to hold back laughter. 

“Make me.” I say, knowing that will trigger the right things in Lyle. 

It does.

“Oh I will.” he says, tugging me by my arm and pushing me back onto the bed. I fall back, bouncing down on the mattress before looking up at him. He’s towering over me and I scoot backwards, trying to create a distance between us again but this time he won’t let it happen. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good your legs will stop workin’.” Lyle says and I gasp when he tugs me back. 

My stomach twists in excitement and anticipation of what he has planned. 

He glides his hands up and along my legs, fumbling with the hem of my shirt and grinning. 

“You look good in my clothes.” he says and I smile. 

“I always wear this when I think of you.” I say, trying to make him hornier. 

“Oh you’re in for it now.” he says, with dilated pupils and a grin. 

“Can I?” he asks for permission to remove my clothes. 

“Yes, sir.” I say, making him smile. He pulls my shorts down my legs, leaving my bottom half bare in front of his predatory eyes. 

“Fuckin’ hell… you don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of this.” he says, not taking his eyes off my pussy. 

My cheeks heat and I try to close my legs to shield myself from his prying stare but he won’t let it happen. His hands push my legs open again and hold on beneath my thighs. 

Lyle is kneeling by the edge of the bed, leaning against the mattress as he pulls me closer to him. One of my legs rests on his shoulder and he gives it a kiss, before slowly kissing down my inner thigh. 

When he nears my crotch he inhales and the next time he opens his eyes, I can almost only see his dark pupils. 

He can’t wait or waste a second more. It looks so inviting to him and your scent has become irresistible. 

Lyle leans his head down and sticks his tongue out. He flattens it out and licks a long strip from my hole to my clit. I gasp, balling my hands into fists. 

Such a small action had me already feeling this good. 

“Oh fuck-” I breathily whimper and Lyle wishes he could savour those noises forever. 

He needs to hear more and he can’t fight the urge to taste you anymore. 

Lyle buries his face into my cunt, tightening his grip around my thighs so that I can’t escape. 

I squeak in surprise while my mouth falls open. He starts fully eating me out, licking and sucking on everything he can access. 

I arch my back off the bed, already feeling high off of him. 

“Lyle-” I mewl and he growls against my heat. I know I won’t last long because I’ve been longing for his touch for a long time already. 

His tongue is flicking over my clit and he lets go of my thigh with one hand, slowly pushing a finger into me. I gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth so that I don’t accidentally scream. 

Luckily the walls here were thick for once.

He pushes it in, thrusting it in and out for a while before adding a second finger. 

God, it feels so much better when he does it. 

The feeling of penetration mixed with the stimulation of my clit has me whining and whimpering incoherent words.

I try to suppress my pleasure a little, just so that I can last longer and extend this euphoric feeling. That plan goes to shit once Lyle starts purring. His chest is rumbling and The vibrations go through his tongue which is pressed against my most sensitive area. 

“Fuck- Lyle I’m gonna.” I say, unable to stop the approaching orgasm. He doesn’t stop, in fact he deepens his actions making me clench my thighs around his head. 

My orgasm hits me like a brick and then I’m falling apart while Lyle is fingering the life out of me. 

My chest is heaving and I manage to open my eyes again, remembering where I am. Lyle pulled away, resting his arms on my trembling legs and giving me a shit-eating grin. He licked his lips while keeping his eyes firmly locked with me and I sighed. 

“Was that how you imagined it?” he asks, teasing me. I scoff. 

“Better. So much better.” 

He grins. “Good, we’re not done yet.” he says, climbing onto the bed and over me. He helps me scoot up so that my head is laying on the pillow while hovering above me. 

“God you look so good.” I mumble, feeling up his bare chest. My common sense was gone. I was still recovering from my intense orgasm so I could only confess every thought that came to mind while looking at Lyle with half-lidded eyes. 

“Look at you, buttercup. Fuckin’ goddess. I don’t even know how I managed to pull you.” he says with a smile, slowly inching my shirt up. I know he took my compliment to heart though. He would prefer me saying he looked hot or that his body was toned rather than being told his eyes are beautiful. He wasn’t the poetic romantic type. 

I lift myself off the bed a little and he pulls my and his shirt over my head, throwing it down next to the bed. 

When his eyes meet my bare chest he becomes weak. 

“I’m fallin’ asleep on those.” he said as if he were reserving my breasts, unable to tear his eyes from them.

I chuckle. “I didn’t know you were a ‘titty’ man.” 

He grins, kissing my cheek. “I’m a ‘you’ man.”

I giggle before he starts peppering kisses from my collarbone and onto my chest. He sticks his tongue out and flicks it over a nipple. 

I wouldn’t have expected it to feel good but it oddly did and it made me arch my back off the mattress and into him. Lyle’s other hand came up and groped my other breast before massaging it. 

My heavy breaths have Lyle struggling to control himself. 

The straining of his shorts is becoming painful, so he rids himself of the remaining clothes he has on. 

“Holy fuck.” I say, shamelessly just staring at his erection. I knew it would be bigger but this was massive. Compared to me as well. I would probably struggle to take him. 

He grins and moves back over me. This time, his braid falls over his shoulder and onto my chest with a small thud. 

It reminds me of something and the same idea seems to be in his head. 

We exchange looks and he smiles. “Do you wanna try it?” he asks. 

I reach for my own one, examening it for a few seconds.

“Sure, I just don’t quite know how it works…” I say. 

“Me neither.” he chuckles. We mess around with them a little until I open the end of my braid and watch the small nerves move around. Lyle watches mine before mirroring what I did. Once he revealed his own cord we just followed our natural instincts and held them together. Before they even touched, the little tentacles were reaching for eachother. Now they are entangled and become one. 

I saw white light for a good few long seconds and my senses seemed to strengthen and expand. I managed to feel a part of Lyle and I could tell he felt the same with me. 

Without further ado, we followed what nature told us to do. We couldn’t wait any longer. Both of us have needed this for so long, the release was so close, we couldn’t lose another second. 

Lyle parted my legs again, pressing his hips in between them. I held onto his shoulder with one hand while resting one leg on his lower back.

He lined himself up with me, pressing the tip of his leaking cock against my dripping heat. I clenched my jaw in anticipation and then Lyle finally pushed his hips forward, fully entering me. I was so lubricated that he slid in with ease, stopping once he bottomed out just to relish in the feeling. 

I drop my head back, finally feeling like my needs were being fulfilled. 

“God damn, buttercup you’re so tight ‘round me.” he groaned, closing his eyes for a few seconds. 

“Please move.” I whine, desperately needing to feel more of him.

I don’t need to tell Lyle twice. He’s pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in with long and precise strides. Each time he jolts forward a new wave of pleasure shoots through me. He leans down, wanting to be close to me. 

Our lips crash together and we heavily make out while Lyle continues to fuck himself into me. After a few minutes, we are breathing so heavily that we have to break the kiss. We just rest our foreheads against each other, our hot breath fanning against the other's face. 

“So good.” I whimper, closing my eyes while Lyle rubs his cheek against mine. 

He’s speeded up a little, starting to rut his hips against mine, trying to force himself further into me with each thrust. 

Lyle hits a spot inside me that makes my body jolt in ecstasy and since we are bonded, he feels it too. Quickly, he rearranges his hips and starts to relentlessly pound into me while groaning and hissing. 

This feels so much better than I could have ever imagined. 

Lyle’s thrusts are becoming a little sloppy but I don’t blame him because I’m close to another orgasm again. 

“Lyle, too much… I can’t-” I whimper, still sensitive from the previous one. 

“Come on baby, one more f’ere me.” he grunts, encouraging me. I can’t answer because my mouth is falling open. 

He feels how I’m slowly starting to clench even more around him. “That’s it Buttercup, let go.” he whispers, kissing my neck. I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in. 

Lyle growls, speeding up a little more just before he pushes me over the edge and I swear I can see stars. My pussy’s walls clench down around him and Lyle only manages to thrust into me a few more times before spilling his load deep into me. 

He moans, clenching his eyes closed and biting down on my shoulder. His fangs sink just beneath my skin but I’m so overwhelmed by my orgasm it doesn’t even hurt. 

After a few moments, my legs loosen and fall off of him. Lyle stops desperately grinding into me and he drops his head into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arm around him and he gently lays himself down on me. 

Our heavy breaths mix and after a few minutes he scoots down a little lower so that his head is in fact lying on my breasts. Lyle gently pulls out of me in the process and I chuckle at his behaviour while he shoots me a cheeky smile. 

“You’re mine now.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me. I smile, tracing the stripes on his head. Our braids disconnected but I felt more connected to Lyle than I ever have before. 

“No one else gets to have you.” He said, tracing his hands down my hips before returning to just holding me again.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” I smile and he chuckles. 

“Say it again. How you feel about me.” he says, looking up. I’m not quite sure what he means. 

“I need to hear it once more before I fall asleep.” he says. Oh, of course. 

“I love you, Lyle.” I whispered, cradling his cheek. He looks relieved as if he were still somehow worried I would have changed my mind. 

“I love you more. And I’ll take care of you.” he said with a grin. I smile in return before my eyelids become heavy. 

The Na’vi body seemed to be able to fall asleep much easier. 

Lyle did in fact sleep on my chest for most of the night. However, he made sure and waited that I fell asleep first before he closed his eyes. 

He felt protective of me now and even though there was no current danger, he was passionate about caring for me.

I wonder how things will be between us after this. We still work together, meaning we might have to keep this relationship secret.

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OMFG I LOVED YOUR MANSK WEARING HIS CLOTHES FIC!! PLEASE POST MORE ABT HIM HES LIKE SO SLEPT ON THERES BARELY SNYTHING OF HIM

I WILL DEAR ANON 💓

Here’s a little something something for now 👀

Jealousy, jealousy

Mansk x fem!reader, SMUT; choking

Mansk was a fairly chill man. He minded his own business, did his duty, and didn’t bother anyone as long as they didn’t bother him. But it seems that because of his stoic appearance people sometimes overestimated his chillness. The man was not blind to the way Lyle looked at you, his tail ‘accidentally’ swatting against your ass as you walked by. He even had the balls to look back at Mansk and laugh like it was the most normal thing in the world. Though Lyle was generally known as a flirt, he should know better than to try anything on his colleague’s mate.

Another glance of Lyle at your cleavage had resulted in the situation in which you currently found yourself in; Mansk’s hand wrapped around your throat as you bounced on his cock. His other hand had a bruising grip on your ass, slamming you down onto his length at every thrust.

He glanced down between your bodies, his pubic area shining with your arousal. “He could never get you this wet, could he?”

You shook your head desperately as moans fell from yours lips. “No! Only you!”

He groaned at your words, his thumb applying even more pressure onto your neck. You couldn’t help that you had drawn the luitenants attention, but he had to take his frustration out on someone. More than a firm word with Lyle could not be done as he outranked Mansk, and that was not nearly enough to sate his jealousy.

The sight of your parted lips as you let out little gasps for air made him pound into you even harder. He wanted to see you completely fall apart for him. Wanted to see your pretty eyes tear up from not being able to take it any longer.

“Mansk!” your cry was muffled by the pressure on your throat, your pussy tightening around his cock at the sensation.

He watched with a grin, his own groans increasing as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Are you going to be a good girl for me? Take all of my cum in that tight cunt of yours?”

You nodded your head desperately, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. Your hands held onto his shoulder for dear life as he fucked up into you, too out of it to move your own hips anymore.

Mansk’s fingers found your clit and his cock twitched inside you when your mouth opened in a silent scream. Only a few careful strokes of his fingers and you were cumming around him, your body trembling as your gasps for air turned more desperate. As soon as he felt the soft walls of your cunt spasm around him, he let go of your neck, letting air flow back into your lungs.

He held onto you as you let your head fall against his shoulder, continuing to fuck into your overstimulated body till he found his own release. He snarled as he slammed into you one more time before his cum flooded your insides, eliciting a whimper from you at the lewd feeling.

Oh, but you were far from done. A mere minute later Mansk had put you on all fours, and then in the round after that he had fucked your body roughly as you laid flat on your stomach, tears streaming down your cheeks and screaming into the pillow from overstimulation. Time after time he had filled you with his cum, by the end both his sheets and your whole lower half stained with it.

Everyone saw how you winced when you sat down at their table the next day, your walking having been considerably slower too. Lopez and Z-dog exchanged knowing looks and chuckled as they glanced towards Mansk. The man seemed just as calm as normally, eating his food as if he was oblivious to it all.

When Lyle had slid into the seat next to you, he only had to breathe in once to smell that Mansk’s scent was all over you. It withheld him from moving a teasing hand passed your hip, a clear message having been left behind by his fellow Recom. She’s mine.

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"Special Appointment"

recom Mansk x human f. reader

Masterlist Click here for art

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

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

Word Count: 5482

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckle and a smile forces itself onto my face. 

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” 

“Did something happen?”

“Nah, I just slept badly.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(I made art for this :D click here)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But uh- I can’t I have-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So much.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Words, baby.”

“Yeah…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smile, glad that I can please him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This evening went much better than expected.

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(Bonds forged in blood universe)

1 shot.

The Recoms get to try Na’vi clothing for the first time……..they’re less than thrilled……..

Especially Mansk.

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Kisses in the Dark

All the Mansk artwork I've seen lately has put me in a moooood~ This has smut. Minors, please DNI. Love you. <3 GN reader~ Enjoy, my lovelies!

You jolted awake at the sound coming from across the room. A dark shape moved toward you and you slowly shifted to curl your fingers around the hilt of the knife you kept under your pillow. You kept your breathing slow, trying to wait until they were close enough to attack. Your bed shifted and you tensed, holding still for just a moment longer. Gathering your courage, you flipped, swiping the knife across the arm of the invader. They grunted as you kicked your feet out, meeting their chest.

"Y/N, Y/N! Stop it!" a familiar loud voice boomed.

You fell back on your heels, stunned into silence. He fumbled for the lamp by your bed, flipping the switch at the base. You squinted and blinked at him as you sat there with a knife limply in your hand. He chuckled lowly and pulled it out of your grasp, setting it on the nightstand. You gasped as he stretched past you, eyes glued to the shallow cut on his arm. He waved away your worries.

"It's all good. It's already healing. Plus, I would probably be upset if you didn't try to attack after all those self-defense lessons I taught you."

You smiled weakly and nuzzled into his hand as it cupped your cheek. "What's going on, love? Is it bad tonight?"

The self-assured expression fell from his face. His ears ducked back, eyes going lower. You crawled to him, curling up in his lap and squeezing him around the waist. "What is it?"

He buried his face in your neck, voice slightly muffled. "I just needed you."

You gently pushed on his chest, laying him back on the bed. His face was dark purple with a blush as your body rested on top of his. You slid a hand up the front of his shirt, running your fingers over his abdomen. His muscles clenched under your touch and you gasped as his palms moved up to clasp the back of your thighs. He tugged you down, spreading your legs wider on top of him. You whimpered and leaned forward, meeting his eager mouth.

He often came to you in the night like this. Demons from his past haunted him in the dark hours and he would seek out safety in your embrace, aching for something to feel other than torment. You kissed him back roughly and full of desire. He felt your surge and held you close, running his hands over your body.

You sat up, tugging at his shirt and he quickly obliged you, pulling it over his head. He carefully maneuvered you out of your shirt. He kissed you softly, pressing his forehead to yours. You reached for the lamp and flipped the switch back off. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust and when they finally did, your smile brightened seeing the small dots covering his torso. He quivered as you traced lines between them with your fingers. Your fingers danced over his skin, light as a whisper. He smiled lovingly at you.

"Thank you for coming to me when you're scared. Thank you for being vulnerable. I love you."

You tapped him softly on the nose and the blush spread even brighter over his cheeks. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. His lips met yours and you sighed into his mouth. He smiled and shifted his cheek to touch yours, breathing raggedly in your ear.

You reached over for the lube in the nightstand drawer, his eyes lingering on your hands as he shivered. He watched as you slid off the bed, teasingly sliding down your pajama pants. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. You pulled his shorts down, tossing them to another corner of the room. you sat between his legs, squeezing some of the lube onto your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. He propped himself up on his elbows, unable to take his eyes off of you.

With an impatient motion, you leaned forward and wrapped your fists around his cock. He writhed underneath you and whimpered your name. Your heart squeezed tight in your chest as your hands moved tenderly around him. You smiled at the way his breath caught in his throat, coming out in strangled gasps. Adding more lube, you continued to rub him until he grabbed at your forearm.

"Please please please, Y/N. I need you."

You moved to position yourself over him and he held your hips as his guided you down gently. He supported your weight, murmuring encouragement to you as you stretched around him. You cried out as the tip popped in. You whined sharply, clenching around him.

"Easy, easy," he whispered. He massaged your trembling thigh and when you nodded, pushed down carefully on your hips. Your whole body tingled as you settled fully down on him. His head thumped back onto the pillow, his legs squirming underneath you. You whimpered as his motions caused him to rock into you. He smiled at you and mumbled, "Sorry."

Your hips ground down onto his causing him to claw at your thighs, needy to have you even closer. You leaned forward, pressing your chest to his torso. He groaned and lifted up, tugging you down further on him. You inhaled sharply, fingers grasping at him. He shushed you soothingly, massaging his fingers down your spine. The grooves of his stomach muscles, rubbed in between your legs, making your body twitch in pleasure.

You rested together for a while like that, wrapped around him in every way, his tender hands treasuring every bit of you he could get his hands on. They moved down to your hips, lifting you off of him. You whined, clutching at him to stay close. He rolled onto his side, tucking you in front of him, back to his chest. He lifted your leg, positioning himself and slid in with only a moment's pause. You sighed with the new angle and he held your leg up, thrusting lightly.

His hand slid further down between your legs, brushing his fingertips over you. You whimpered and he kissed your shoulder, thrusting lightly again while you mumbled incoherently. He rocked into you over and over, rubbing between your legs as he nipped at your neck. You squirmed and he grunted, tugging you closer against him. You arched your back, allowing a deeper angle and he shuddered, moving with you.

His other hand snaked around underneath you, massive palm across your sternum, lightly brushing the bottom of your throat. You melted into his hold, his fingers moving faster between your legs. You whimpered and reached back, finding the back of his neck as his face moved closer to yours. His cheek brushed across your ear, lips tugging at your earlobe. Hot breath brushed over your ear as he huffed and groaned while you tensed around him.

His hips stuttered and you whined. "Not yet, love. Wait for me."

He whined in frustration, gripping you tighter. "I can't. I'm sorry."

His hips rutted into yours as he came deep inside you. He groaned deeply, your name coming out somewhere amidst a torrent of whispered 'I love you's'. He whimpered as his sensitive cock continued to move in and out of your tight hole. You tried to tell him to stop, that you were okay and didn't need to finish, but his hand tightened almost imperceptibly at your throat.

"Hush and let me love you, Y/N," he growled.

Your face flushed deep red. He found a sweet rhythm with his cock and fingers, bringing your body to an overwhelming release. You shook around him, feeling the slickness between your bodies. His body curled around you, his purring tickling slightly.

"Let me stay here tonight. I don't want to sleep alone."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his that was across your body. He stayed inside you, protectively tightening his hold on your waist. He nuzzled your neck, licking the bites he'd given you earlier and soon enough his soft breath assured you he was asleep. Your eyes fluttered shut, snuggled safely in his arms.

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Heyyy, i haven't (till now) read any miles quaritch fluff, like anywhere 😭😭 and i mean miles can have sweet moments too not just smutt, like if you're okay with it 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Missin’ something

Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!reader

IN WHICH Quaritch was once a war machine made to destroy, and now he’s a clan member and a husband.

Warning: he’s so sappy it’s so cute, OOC quaritch obv, rushed.

If someone had told the human Quaritch that in a distant future, he would be living like and amongst the people that he once considered savages, he would’ve probably laughed in their faces. His na’vi body had been constructed for the sole purpose of acquiring his past memories and executing his sworn enemy, Jake Sully.   

Though he had foreseen many things of his future, he had not once expected to have himself basking in the heavy rainforest. Even less with a woman sprawled up on his lap. His broad back was resting against the bark of an old tree, his long legs spread apart as you laid between them. Your whole back was pressed against his torso as the side of your face rested comfortably on his chest, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence. 

You purred softly as his five fingers caressed the back of your head, fingers intertwined deeply in your hair. Your cheek was squished against his upper chest and you could feel the vibration of his chuckle resonating through his body. If the recoms were here to witness the scene, they would’ve surely told their colonel how down bad he was, but he wouldn’t have cared anyways. 

You had somehow managed to alter his whole existence, banning him from his heavy guns and those ugly clothes that hid most of his built body. Miles was still a little shocked at how you had succeeded at making him wear those low-coverage twengs, or even how you had managed to even convince him that a simple bow would now be his permanent weapon. 

Though he didn’t care, because it was part of his life now. He thought back at the first time that he had met you, when he had immediately known that his heart picking up the pace could only mean bad news. Maybe this was what Jake had felt when he had first met Neytiri, leading him to betray his own people for a foreign woman. Miles felt pathetic for relating to the story of the man that he was quite literally programmed to hate, but he just couldn’t help it. 

Falling in love with you had been almost too easy, and before he could even process everything, he was now your husband and a part of your people. 

Not everything had been all that simple at first, but you both were attracted to each other like magnets, returning to the other despite the odds. 

His train of thoughts had gotten interrupted once he felt you shift along his chest. He lowered his head to look at whatever you were doing, only to catch you staring straight ahead at both of your legs. 

Your legs were comfortably resting between the both of his longer ones. Miles watched as you observed his toes like some kind of freak, watching them besides your own from the corners of your eyes. His anatomy was just so different to yours, despite you both possessing similar blue bodies. He had a recognizable amount of uneven fingers on both his hands and feet, deeming that he was not a real na’vi. 

“You’re a weirdo, stop staring at my toes.” Miles furrowed his eyebrows, his words coming out in his mother tongue as your ears caught on to them. You grinned as you pushed yourself deeper into your husband’s chest, having him huff as you pushed yourself impossibly further back into him. 

“This is what weird, not equal number!” you exclaimed loudly in your broken english. Even after the amount of time that you and Miles have been affiliated, you had never really bothered to learn his language because you didn’t necessarily need it here on Pandora. You said it with so much confidence that it made Miles stutter with laughter, not having it in him to correct your mistakes. 

“If anything i’d say that you’re the one missin’ something,” he muttered in that deep accent of his.

You looked up to him, the fine lines of your jawline flexing as you crane your neck. You pursed your lips as you planted a little kiss to Mile’s own jawline, watching coyly as his ears flutter at your affection. His movements automatically stopped at your sweet peck, his heart beating faster than it had previously done. It was silent between the both of you, but your love was loud nevertheless. 

He observed as you pulled his left hand with your own, your whole hand wrapping around his thumb only. It was no secret that Quaritch was built larger than any other forest na’vi, being a recom. His size itself was enough to frighten a lone warrior, and you never failed to feel utterly protected within the huge arms of your mate. 

Your palm was warm against his own as you pulled his hand above your waist. Without releasing his hand of your grip, you brought your right hand to mirror his hand’s finger-wide-open position. The sight of your smaller palm against his own was enough to stir many feelings inside of Quaritch’s stomach, and he swallowed down his shyness as you kept your hands together. 

Even after so much time of being together, you still could never get over his different features. They all intrigued you to no end, his extra fingers and toes, his hairy eyebrows and his odd size. You loved it all, no matter how much of a package he truly was. Emotionally, he was a whole bundle to uncover. At first he was rude and brash, unaccepting of the ways that your clan had proposed to him for a life. He was cocky and had a loud mouth that would only retaliate in his mother tongue, perhaps the only reason why you had learnt a tiny bit of english. 

Though after many months of hardcore training being put back in his place, he could only start to see your people in a new light. Especially a certain woman that would never hesitate to bite back at him, you. Funny how as much as Miles wishes he would never be alike with Jake Sully, he was also an ex enemy that had conquered the stern heart of a clan leader’s daughter. Your parents had been more adamant with him at first, and you were more closed off but hey, you can strip a man of his life and stuff his memories into a new body but his charm will always remain

He had swooped you off your feet before any other man could, and you were glad in some way. He knew what he was doing considering that he did live past 50 in his previous life, so he was unlike the immature men in your clan. He knew the ways to your heart, and how to inevitably steal it, and rob it is what he had done.

You felt Miles nuzzle his nose against the soft flesh of your cheek, both of your eyes closed as you basked in each other’s presence. The purrs that erupted from your throat once more were like a musical perfection to his ear. He reached down to press a kiss against your cheek before resuming his nuzzling. God, the old Quaritch would have probably puked at how cheesy he had become, but the current Miles would love to argue about how it’s better like this. 

How it’s better to return back home to a warm tent instead of the cold lab cubicles. How it’s better to return home with the feeling of elation because he knows that you are waiting for him back there. How the sweet aroma of your cooking is better than whatever junk is served back at the lab. 

He loved it here, and he loved you. He would rather spend the rest of his life eating larvae with the people that he once hated if it meant getting a second chance at life with you. 

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Hey, i know this is not rlly what you wanted, but i’ll write you another fluffy quaritch story once i’m done with my requests🫶🏽